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the history of my life. I think I may have given away half of my sales today.”
    He kissed her again, gently this time, watching her as he sampled her lips with soft bites, licking at the seam. His thumbs caressed her jaw, tilting her head up even more. “Open for me, Em.”
    Her hands had been squished between their bodies, but she looped them around his neck and pulled him down, attacking his mouth as he had.
    His taste went straight to her head like a shot of espresso . H is hands were no longer in her hair, but sliding up and down her back and around her hips , th e thin cotton of her skirt no shield against the heat of his hands clenched in the soft flesh .
    Emily felt and heard the growl in his chest as his fingers caressed the curves of her butt, following the line separating the cheeks. He bent and lifted her legs around his hips, securing her to the wall. The position pressed her clit against his cock and the gentle thrust of his hips created a friction that had her panting. “Please. Please, Stuart.”
    Her full breasts crushed against the warm wall of his chest, their thin shirts merely add ing friction. The lace of her bra rubbed the sensitive tips of her nipples making her want to be rid of it. Nerves fluttered wildly at the thought of lying naked beneath the man whose lips kissed her jaw and neck before returning to her own mouth .
    “God, your pussy’s so hot on my dick .” Her gasp sounded loud in the silence. “And that sweet catch in your breath. Christ , I could come right now.”
    His words had her pulse rioting, but she smiled against his lips, and then kissed her way along the shadow of his jaw and cheek, savoring the rough drag on her lips.
    “Oh, no, you can’t. ” She planted soft kisses on his lips, little pecks that he met with his own. “ Obviously we’ve both been keeping secrets.” She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he wasn’t let ting go. “Put me down and we’ll continue in my nice big bed .”
    “Uh-uh,” he said, shaking his head. “Hang on with those sexy legs.”
    “Stuart, I’m too heavy.”
    “Enough.” With that harsh word, he hauled her up over his shoulder . The apartment was small and he headed down the only hall way to ward the bedroom.
    “Stuart, for God’s sake! Put me down.” She laughed and swatted at his back until one large hand landed in no uncertain terms on her butt, the sting making her yelp in pain. And sizzle with pleasure.
    “Now quit squirming or you’ll get another one.”
    His fingers rested at the juncture of her thighs, under her skirt. She could feel the dampness of her panties and was sure he could too. As he carried her, those curious fingers stroked along the elastic leg opening. She tried to part her legs for a more direct touch, but that wicked hand landed on her butt cheek again. She moaned at the throb in her clit, her pussy gushing as she clenched her legs.
    In the bedroom, he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed , then tore off the t-shirt and went after his belt and fly. Emily knew she ogled the plains and muscles of his chest and abdomen, but she couldn’t help herself. The jeans and boxers went the same route as the t-shirt.
    She knew he was fit. It was obvious he worked out. But the pure perfection of Stuart’s form, including the jutting erection, long and thick, made her heart flutter with whispers of uncertainty . How on earth was that going to fit inside her?
    She made a move to ward the edge of the bed and he was on her. All that gorgeous male heat surround ed her as she tried to cover her legs where the loose cotton had ridden up her thighs. It was too much.
    “No way are you running away from this, little girl.”
    “Stuart, I made a mistake. This is a bad idea.”
    “The only mistake is you thinking too much right now, Em ily .”
    They lay on their sides, the entire length of his body caressing her from feet to head. One arm wrapped around her shoulder, his hand at her neck. She was sure he could feel