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a hypocrite. So why this? Why now?
    He needed to relax. All but one part of him. She had him well in hand, although her fingers didn’t meet when she tried to circle his cock. Slender fingers, with the nails cut fairly short and french polished, somewhat chipped. The thought entered his mind, of her running those nails down his back, his chest, marking him, and he took a sharp breath to dispel the notion.
    Nor would he mind if she kept squeezing his cock and pumping it, simulating the act of fucking. He watched, enthralled. So good . He forced reason back, for however short a time it lasted. “So this is your turn, huh?”
    “And how. Any objections?”
    Stroking his thumbs over her waist, Nathan shook his head. “Can’t think of one. Go for it.”
    “Oh, I intend to. It’s definitely my turn.”
    Without looking, he grabbed another condom from the drawer.
    In truth, not being able to make her pregnant or give her a disease, he didn’t need the condom, but if it made her feel more at ease, then he’d go with the flow and let her put it on him.
    He put it on the pillow where she could see it but made no attempt to sheathe himself. The way she was going, they might not reach that point.
    She smoothed the liquid that had emerged from the tip of his cock over the head, glossing the tight surface. Nathan had to hold back his reactions, not wanting to let her know how insane she was driving him. He should have more stamina than this.
    But she seemed to know anyway, grinning at him before resuming her task, and then— holy fuck! —she bent and sucked him in, spreading her tongue over the head to smother it in lavish, wet heat.
    “Jesus!”
    When she sucked, he thought he was going to lose it. He gritted his teeth and held on, tightening his grip on her. He wanted in her—now—but she wouldn’t budge. He could move her easily, but he’d promised. This was her turn.
    She pulled away, letting the cool air chill his cock for a bare moment before she kissed her way down the shaft to his balls. She sucked them one then the other, then back to his shaft and up to the head. Her hand performed a movement a bit like a figure eight, swirling around him.
    “Fucking tantric?”
    Chuckling, she moved away. “Just instinct and a bit of rhythm work.”
    What the fuck? Oh yes, dancer. Rhythm. Keeping his head, at least both of them for the moment—the one he thought with and the one that was controlling him now—he plucked the condom from the pillow and handed it to her. “It’s up to you. I’m happy here, and you can give me the blowjob of my life, or we can get there together. I want to see what you look like riding me. Do your breasts jiggle?” Letting his gaze linger on the tender morsels he’d sampled earlier, he watched, fascinated, as their color changed from pale cream to pink. “You blush all over. That’s beautiful.”
    She wouldn’t look at him, then shook her head and laughed. “Yeah. Hot flashes before my time.” About thirty years before her time.
    “How old are you, anyway?”
    She flushed deeper. “Twenty-eight. Dancers last longer these days.”
    “Especially prima ballerinas,” he said, pressing his point. “The companies like to keep them until they don’t have any Achilles’ tendons left. Have you snapped yours yet?” A penalty for dancing en pointe, some dancers had very little left of the tendons in their ankles.
    “Not yet. I’ve been lucky.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving him the best view of her body. Had she ever danced naked? He’d love to see it.
    It might be possible. After all, they were both headed for the Windy City— No . He stopped his thoughts right there. He liked her too much, and he didn’t trust himself where she was concerned.
    He had too many secrets to let a stranger waltz into his life, sexy or not.
    The short respite had given Nathan a chance to draw breath and regain his senses. A little bit anyhow. Enough to enjoy the sight of her astride him,