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feather-light. Her moan vibrated softly against his mouth and she moved closer, but he still took it slow, letting her set the pace. She coasted her hands down his back, up to his shoulders, down to his waist as their tongues played, teased, tasted. Clutching his shirt, she moved back so she leaned against the counter below the mirrors.
    The entire wall of mirrors. Eric’s balls tightened as he imagined what it would be like to make love to her there, where they could see everything. He wanted her naked, her back to him, her body stretched against his chest as he made love to her, watching her response to his thrusts reflected in the mirror. Unable to help himself, he nudged her just a bit with his hips. She pressed back and slid her palms up the front of his shirt. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers toyed with the buttons, then flicked one open, and another.
    That signal he understood, and he found her zipper on the side of the dress. The bodice sagged against him. He eased back enough to loop the strap over her head so the dress puddled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in panties and heels. Speechless, he stared when she loosened her hair from its pins. He pulled her to him, his hand at the center of her back as he bent his head to her breasts.
    So sweet, so smooth. He traced her nipple with his tongue as he plumped her breast in his palm. He sipped the tender flesh into his mouth. When she groaned and cupped the back of his head, he drew deeper, tonguing the bead of flesh and feeling her rub her thighs together as her desire built. He released her breast and turned to nuzzle the other, rubbing his lips over the soft skin, letting the short hairs of his goatee caress and arouse before he soothed the abrasions with his lips and tongue.
    Her breathing was raspy now, and her scent filled his nostrils. His cock ached, needing her touch, her kiss, needing to be inside her. Had he put a condom in his wallet? Please let him have—except his wallet was downstairs, in his jacket.
    With a groan, he straightened. God, she was beautiful, sprawled on the counter where hours ago she’d put on her makeup, now smudged from his mouth. Her breasts thrust up, her nipples reddened from his attention, hardened as if seeking more. Her arms were braced behind her, her thighs parted just slightly.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Don’t have a condom.”
    “I do.”
    “What? Where?”
    “My purse is in that drawer over there.” She nodded to the other end of the counter.
    Eric released her to retrieve it. “Why did you bring a purse? Your room is just upstairs.”
    “I had to keep my room key somewhere.”
    He opened the drawer to see half a dozen purses. Women confused the hell out of him. “So you kept your key here, in an unlocked drawer in an unlocked room?” He held up a purse, checking to see if it was hers.
    She shook her head. “No one knew they were here, and they don’t know whose purse is whose, so they don’t know where the keys belong. See? Perfectly logical.”
    He held up another purse. Again she shook her head.
    “The lemon-colored one.”
    “The yellow one,” he corrected, selecting it.
    She nodded and held out her hand. He strolled toward her, dangling it out of her reach.
    “So why did you bring a condom?”
    “Because I knew you’d be here.”
    “And?”
    “And I have no resistance to you.”
    “I like to hear that.” He passed her the purse, and she clicked it open to extract the condom. Gathering her close, he kissed her again, aware of both purse and packet falling to the counter behind her as she wound her arms around him, opening her mouth beneath his, pressing her breasts to his bare chest. He circled his thumbs over her hips, above the elastic of her white silk panties, and she moved her mound against him, back and forth over his erection.
    Yeah, he wouldn’t hold out long like that. Capturing her hands, he pushed them down over his belly to his waistband. She unfastened his