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“You're a sadist.” She fisted her hands in his hair. “Kiss
them and I'll moan for you again.”
    Sebastian tongued her left nipple until he
was satisfied with its treatment and then did the same to the
right. By now, he knew exactly how to touch her. His hands—she
could write odes to them—languidly trailed down to her clit. He
buried his thumb along her soaking wet entrance. Nicole didn't have
to ask for what she needed. She took it and he let her use him for
her pleasure.
    She rocked her hips against his hand. He
grunted in assent. The sound teased out the reaction he loved to
watch, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling her bare skin
as her head fell back. She pressed his face closer to her breast
and rocked faster, riding his finger like she would ride him after
this interlude. His groan deepened when she clenched around his
thumb.
    “ Wait,” he ordered and moved
his hand.
    He scrounged around for the pants sprawled
across the small coffee table beside the chair. She resented the
interruption but so far he'd yet to leave her disappointed for
long. He sheathed himself and within the next breath he plunged
into her aching, wet sex. Ah, none of the worries she had earlier
mattered anymore. Sebastian was right where he should be, inside
her, deep and filling her to the core. He wasn't looking at her
with hesitation, as though he should censor his words. He wasn’t
even a stranger who knew too much about the woman beneath the
business clothes.
    No. He was her lover.
    She sighed and whispered his name into the
mussed strands of his hair. He rose up, surging forward into her
and again, slowly. He wasn't racing to some finish line or to win
some competition. This felt like prolonging what should have ended
Friday night and she took it. All of it.
    She found his rhythm and met his quickened
thrust, tightening around his slick and hard cock. The climax stole
through her, and Nicole knew that it wouldn't be the end. He'd wait
until she was fully sated, limp against the crook of his neck.
There was nothing to fight hard against, so she let each orgasm
roll over her and continued to meet his slow thrusts. His fingers
tightened at the nape of her neck, but he tipped her head down and
met her lips. Her moan shuddered out, and he captured the sound
with his tongue.
    This experience was too slow and too soft for
what was coming next. It wasn't another late night rendezvous. It
wasn't meeting unexpectedly at the elevator doors or sneaking up to
this room. They were catching planes to go to different cities only
knowing each other’s first name. It was an experience she couldn't
tell someone else and they'd believe how the story unfolded.
    She couldn't stop and change the rules they'd
set out the moment he grinned at her in the bar. Nicole hated this,
but did the only thing she could, and deepened the kiss.
    *****
    Sebastian had long since crossed a personal
boundary. What was one more? So, he kept right on kissing Nicole
like it was the last time he'd get to taste her. It likely would
be. They had set up boundaries that neither could cross without
losing something in the end. This weekend had been perfect. There
was bound to be a minefield he hadn't foreseen if they tried to
prolong it. She couldn't be this woman who made him forget the
bitterness of the past, a woman who made him consider the things
he'd long since given up.
    Yet, he could believe it possible while
buried so deeply inside her, swallowing her moans as she rocked
against his sex. And this slow slide into oblivion and insanity was
enough to make him come. The next time she quickened, he'd be done
and so would this...whatever it was.
    “ Don't move,” he heard
himself say.
    God, it was embarrassing, but he had to get
his fill of her now, because there was no rewind button and no
moving forward. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, like
a simpering idiot who would miss a woman he met only a few days
ago. He kissed her like an unhinged man