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unlocked the door to her house, she was in a minor state of shock at her actions. But not shocked enough to send him home. She swallowed before making another attempt to speak. “Would you like some wine?”
    Nick allowed his gaze to travel over Michelle’s body, admiring her dark curls, her pale skin, the generous curves. He wanted more than anything to see her naked.
    Nick licked his lips. “Actually,” he answered, a little gruffly, “I’m still starving. Would you mind too much if we went directly to dessert?”
    Michelle pushed back the turbulent tide of desire that rose in her again before his hungry scrutiny. “Not at all,” she rasped. “I have to get something from the kitchen. Why don’t you wait in the living room?”
    “Let me help,” he offered, taking her hand.
    Michelle glanced shyly at him from beneath her lashes. “No, really. I’ll only be a minute.” She escorted him to the living room, situating him in a cushy, suede-covered chair. Nick closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
    Michelle retreated to the kitchen. Leaning on the counter, she buried her face in her hands.What am I doing? she thought. Sex in a restaurant. They could have been caught. But despite the lump of guilty disbelief in the pit of her stomach, she had to admit that it had been incredibly erotic.You might as well face it, she told herself.When it comes to Nick, you definitely have no self-control. Penny was right, there was no use denying how hot she was for the guy. As a matter of fact, she’d prepared their dessert earlier that afternoon with the distinct goal of inviting him over and seducing him. The fact thathe had seducedher at the restaurant just proved that her efforts wouldn’t go to waste.
    Shortly, Nick heard the muted padding of bare feet on the carpet behind him. He opened his eyes. Michelle approached, carrying a crystal bowl in one hand, a pastry bag in the other. To his delight, she arranged herself comfortably across his thighs, nestling the bowl of what he could now see were wedges of fresh peach in her lap.Good God, Nick thought.Peaches. Just like his fantasy from the night before. Before he could even take in a deep breath, his penis had begun to swell.
    Taking up a wedge, Michelle swirled a white ribbon of whipped cream onto the end and held it up to Nick. He bit, sweet-tart juices squirting into his mouth. Michelle wriggled slightly, savoring the feel of his rapidly expanding phallus sliding beneath her skirt.
    She fed him two more slices, then leaned in and ran her tongue over the outside edges of his lips, removing lingering traces of sweetness. His lips parted, and she started to draw away, suddenly shy again. Nick reached up, lacing his fingers through her hair, trapping her lips against his. She kissed him hesitantly, exploring his mouth with her soft, supple tongue. Bolts of desire traveled from his mouth to his groin with each tentative foray. Nick traced the low neckline of Michelle’s shirt with the fingers of one hand.
    Pulling back, Michelle tugged the blouse down, revealing naked, swollen nipples. On impulse, she squeezed a rich dollop of cream onto each one, eying Nick expectantly.
    Nick thought to himself,From ingénue to temptress in ten seconds flat . Not that he was complaining. He took another peach and bit into it. The curve formed in the juicy morsel fit nicely over the nearest of Michelle’s white-tipped buds. Michelle moaned as the wet flesh came into contact with the fiery nub. The small bud sharpened into a tight peak, and she squirmed as Nick turned the wedge and brushed fuzzy skin lightly as a feather across the stiff crown. “Oh, God,” Michelle moaned, and he popped the sweet fruit into her mouth. He lowered his head and brought the fantasy she had imagined earlier to life, his warm tongue licking her aureole in lazy circles, removing the barest layer of sweetness with each pass. Finally, he grazed the eager pyramid with the tip of his tongue. “Yes,” she murmured,