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  He dropped his head to whisper in her ear. “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night? I look at you and can’t catch my breath. You smile and my blood pounds, racing to one location. Can you guess where that is?” He tasted her lobe.

  “I have some idea.” Thrusting her hips forward, she chuckled at his groan.

  “We shouldn’t take this any further here,” he said in a quiet voice that rasped with desire. “Can you leave?”

  “I’ll die if we stay any longer. But…” She hesitated, but then forged on. “Maybe we could get something to eat on the way out. These events always make me hungry and I don’t like to eat much while I’m here.”

  He raised his head to brush his lips across hers, then grabbed her hand and tugged her to the exit. In minutes they were on the street, walking toward the corner and a well-known deli. As they passed a trash can, Kailen stopped and withdrew papers and napkins from his jacket pocket. He dropped the stack of phone numbers into the trash, then wrapped Derica’s hand more firmly in his as they walked on.

  * * * *

  The deli had proven not only to be packed but to have a decibel level above what OSHA would recommend for a factory. “Do you want to wait for a table?” he’d practically yelled at her.

  She’d shaken her head and they pushed their way back out onto the sidewalk. She’d paused before suggesting another place to get a sandwich. “The selection is limited, but it’s quiet and the service is good.”

  “Where is that?” he’d asked.

  “My place. I only hesitate because I don’t know you. I don’t normally take strangers home.”

  “We’ve been with each other for hours, so I’m not a total stranger, and this night has hardly been normal, has it?”

  His argument had convinced her, and now here they were, entering a small but nice apartment off Lombard.

  The first thing that struck him when he entered was its neatness. Nothing looked out of place. Derica excused herself to change clothes, and he walked around the living room examining the books filling the shelves against one wall, the music CDs neatly arranged in order by artist, the trade magazines fanned out on the coffee table. He had a perverse desire to rearrange them so that Accounting Today came after Business Practices. Or worse, to toss the perfectly spaced pillows on the sofa onto the floor.

  Smiling to himself, he pulled off his tie and removed the first three studs from his shirt. He laid his jacket along the back of the sofa and took off his shoes. Giving a sigh of relief, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and propped his feet on the coffee table, flexing his toes in pleasure.

  “You look comfortable,” Derica said.

  His eyes popped open, then he sat up and gave her a full, appreciative look. A loose skirt almost reached her knees, hanging low on her hips where the hem of a tee shirt met the waistband. The slightest movement of her arms exposed an inch or two of bare midriff. The tight nubs of her breasts poked the tee shirt, leaving no question that her bra had been left in the bedroom.

  In a flash his groin tightened.

  “Want some music while we eat?” She sounded nervous. Looked nervous, too, breathing fast and clenching her hands in front of her, as she watched him watch her. His hunger must have been evident on his face, and it wasn’t for ham and Swiss.

  “Sure,” he said casually, “music is good.”

  She made her way behind the sofa to the stereo and CDs, but she couldn’t have been prepared for his lightning movements when he grabbed her wrist, twisted on the sofa and dragged her over the back. Her exclamation of surprise was swallowed by his lips on hers as he settled her on his lap.

  In seconds, her surprise turned to whimpers of need. Her hands tangled in his hair and her mouth opened. He rearranged her more comfortably over his erection before reaching under her tee shirt. His tongue explored her mouth. She tasted minty, and must have brushed her teeth when she went to change clothes.

  Her breasts weren’t large but they were soft, he discovered as his hand caressed her. Lightly he kneaded each globe of flesh, then pinched her nipples until she moaned. He broke the kiss and leaned Derica back against the arm of the sofa. He moved down, placing one of her legs on the floor. Raising her shirt, he bent his head to take her breast in his mouth, while kneading the other with his hand.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes!”

  He licked a path from one breast to the other, and moved his hand down her body to the hem of her skirt. Spears of anticipation stabbed him as he ran his hand along the supple skin of her thigh. Then he stopped. No panties. He raised his head to look at her face.

  She opened her eyes to stare back. Brazenly, without saying a word, she moved her leg on the floor, spreading herself wide for him.

  “You’re a wonder, Derica.”

  She smiled. Such a smile! Even in the midst of seduction, his mind imagined painting her wearing that smile and nothing else. The composition formed in his mind in a heartbeat. But after tonight he would probably never see her again. If the party and the world in which she worked hadn’t told him, her apartment did. They might have been similar at one time, but now they were from two different ways of life. At this point, things would never work between them. Too bad, because she was beautiful, sensuous, and seemed to match him desire for desire.

  He bent to lave her nipple with his tongue then suckle each breast. His fingers trailed through her soft pubic curls before dipping past the folds of her labia and into her slick channel.

  “You’re so wet,” he said against her breast. With a final lick over her nipple, he watched her reaction to his attention.

  Two fingers easily slid in and out. He pressed three together and felt the friction she would need to come. Allowing his thumb to glide over her clit as his fingers fucked her, he heard her moan.

  Reaching up, she grasped the arm of the sofa, pulling on it to fill the need to hold something. Her mouth fell open; her eyes shut more tightly. Her hips rose and fell against his hand.

  “Oh! Oh, oh, oh!”

  Her vaginal muscles clamped his fingers. Convulse, relax, convulse, relax. If it had been his cock inside her, he wouldn’t have been able to resist coming, not with her muscles so strongly milking him. Damn! He wanted his cock inside her.

  She gasped for air, then began to calm. He pulled his fingers out, dripping wet with her juices. Her eyes slowly opened, her cheeks rosy with the effects of her release.

  He licked his index finger then sucked it. Her eyes were unbelievably wide, watching him. Deliberately, he held his middle finger to her lips. She opened and he slid it in. Sucking, she produced the same milking effect her pussy had moments before.

  Pulling his finger back, he smiled at her. Kailen was hard as a rock, but he was willing to prolong the night. “Did you say something about sandwiches?”

  Derica returned his smile. “I did. Want to come into the kitchen, and we’ll fix something to help us get through the rest of the night?”

  “I have a feeling we’ll need it,” he said, and helped her up.

  *

  Who in the world was this man, and how did she end up with him here in her home, where only a few men had ever been, as her lover? She was always so sensible. Until tonight she’d never done anything to stray from the accepted path for her career. Or at least she hadn’t flaunted it. Kailen wasn’t on that path. Kailen wasn’t even someone she knew; yet she’d brought him here, to her place. A shiver of apprehension ran down her spine.

  A tingle of excitement followed close behind. Watching him now, spreading mayonnaise on bread before layering shaved turkey and ham over the cheese already there, it was almost impossible to imagine he’d had three fingers inside her only a few minutes ago, bringing her to climax in a glorious burst of color, and stars, behind the closed lids of her eyes. If not for the relaxed, sated contentment radiating through her body, she might think she’d made up the experience.

  Kailen didn’t look as though anything out of the ordinary had happened. Head bent, he con
centrated on creating his meal. She poured two glasses of Chardonnay and nibbled on chips.

  Suddenly, he raised his eyes to her. Dark as the midnight heaven and twice as deep, they pierced straight to her heart. She took a breath at the raw hunger she saw and knew, in that moment, he was no more untouched by their encounter in the living room than she.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

  “Very.” She couldn’t keep heat from flooding her cheeks. Although she was no virginal schoolgirl—far from it, in fact—it had been a long dry spell since her last lover.

  “I am, too. I’ve always had a strong appetite.” He glanced to the empty plate in front of her. “Maybe you’d like to eat some of what I have.”

  She licked her lips. This flirtatious, sexual innuendo was powerful foreplay. “I’m sure what you have is great. I can almost taste it already.”

  Even his chuckle was seductive, skimming along her nerves, bringing every bit of her to life. Without looking down, she knew her nipples stood at attention, tenting her tee shirt. Her thighs were damp with freshly flowing juices. His nostrils flared, and she knew the scent of her arousal filled him.

  Focusing once more on the sandwich, Kailen sliced it, handing Derica half. He raised one of the glasses in a toast. “To voracious appetites.”

  She smiled and clinked her glass against his.

  “And more importantly, to satisfying them.” Holding her gaze, he took a sip then set the glass on the table.

  “Oh my God, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

  He laughed. “Patience. I’ll do my best to make it worth your while.” Then, as though nothing had passed between them, he took a bite.

  She fell into a chair and took a bite, too, followed with a sip of wine. She was so hot. If her apartment had air conditioning, she’d have it on, set low.

  “So, you’re an accountant.” He grinned at her after taking a drink. “And a sometimes model.”

  She snorted. “A no-times model. Wait until the agency hears what happened. That poor girl, Madeline or whatever her name is. I just hope I didn’t screw things up.” Appreciation filled her that he was trying to make the moment feel normal. Forcing herself to focus on conversation, she finally tamed the blazing fire burning to have him deep inside her.

  “You were perfect. We have chemistry and it’ll show through. This campaign is going to be dynamite.”

  “Well, you know your stuff. I couldn’t have moved without your help tonight. Thanks.” Another sip of wine, another bite of sandwich. She put the food aside and moved the wine glass in front of her. “Do you get a lot of modeling jobs?” Pressing her legs tightly together, she tried not to think of the wetness even now marking her skirt. Ask a question, listen to the answer. Conversation is easy, right? Hell no.

  He shrugged and put the last piece of bread in his mouth. “A fair number. I’m also a courier.”

  “Courier? One of those guys on bikes all over the city?” Surprise forced her mind off of her need. At last.

  Nodding, he said, “Yeah, that’s me. Keeps me in shape.” He winked. “Are you going to eat the rest of your sandwich?”

  Handing it to him, she watched as he finished eating. “So you’re a courier and a model.”

  “And a painter. A few days a month at this, a few days at that. I do everything part time. Except painting—that occupies my heart and soul full time.”

  “An artist! What do you paint?”

  “Masterpieces,” he quipped.

  She smiled.

  “Actually, I started years ago creating custom canvases for designers in town. The work I do for myself is slightly … edgier, different.” Kailen cast her a look as though to gauge her reaction.

  “Different how?” Leaning forward, she found herself fascinated by this man of multiple talents.

  He grinned. “I have a show in a few weeks. Maybe you’ll come. Then you can tell me how they’re different.” With one quick gulp he emptied his glass and stood. “As neat as your apartment is, I know you don’t leave dishes on the table, so let’s clean up then we’ll see about dessert.”

  Dessert? Quickly she ran through a mental inventory of what she had on hand that comprised dessert and came up wanting. And speaking of wanting… She didn’t want dessert, damn it, she wanted him.

  With so little to put away, it took no time before the kitchen looked the way it had before they’d eaten. She draped the dishrag over the faucet and dried her hands. Kailen wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled her neck before turning her around.

  “Hmm, dessert,” he murmured.

  “I’m afraid I don’t have anything.”

  “Baby, you’ve got it all.” Examining her face, he quirked a smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our appetizer. I’m ready for another course now.” His mouth descended to cover hers as his hands slid under her shirt.

  She raised her arms. He lifted his head only long enough to peel off her shirt. Soft and pliant, his lips smoothed, then coaxed hers apart. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and demanding, to meet hers. Hiking her skirt to her waist, his hands massaged her bare butt, squeezing her cheeks and running his fingers along the cleft separating them.

  Heat built deep inside, melting in a pool between her legs. Derica wanted him more than she’d ever wanted another man. If he didn’t do something about it soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands. Assertive at work, she’d always let the man be the aggressor in lovemaking. But since meeting Kailen, she’d felt compelled to act outside her normal behavior. He’d been right when he said nothing about this night had been commonplace. Nothing about this man was, either.

  Frantic for relief, she tilted her head for better access and thrust her tongue into his mouth. His grunt of approval drove her further. Grasping at his shirt, she jerked it from the waistband of his trousers, then fumbled with the belt and zipper. Finally, she was able to drag his pants over his hips and down his thighs.

  Panting with desire, she shoved him away to gain room to drop to her knees. He said nothing, but the roughness of his breathing told her all she needed to know about how affected he was by their love play. She eased his briefs over his erection. Then, eschewing finesse, yanked briefs and pants to his ankles. He stepped out of them and she brushed them aside.

  Hard and thick, like a compass pointing due north, his cock aimed unerringly for her mouth. She took a second or two to admire the mass of dark curly hair at the base of his penis and the heaviness of his balls, before circling the smooth purple knob of his cock with her tongue.

  “Oh, God, baby, yes.” His hands guided her head to meet the gentle thrust of his hips, sliding himself into her mouth.

  She didn’t give head often. Had refused to, in fact, on more than one occasion, but she relished taking Kailen to her throat. Her lips clamped around him as she moved forward and back, slipping him in and out. With each stroke, her tongue caressed his length. Steadying herself with one hand on his hip, she used the other to fondle the heavy sac that tapped her throat on each downward sweep.

  His flavor was wonderful, his scent intoxicating. His cock filled her mouth, stretching her lips almost to the point of pain. Would he stretch her pussy like that, too? With a frenzy she’d hardly felt before, every nerve in her body screamed to find out.

  She felt his scrotum tighten, and Kailen tugged her head away. She looked up. His eyes appeared slightly glazed and his mouth hung open, but his lips turned up in a smile.

  “Come up here. It’s my turn.” He helped her stand. “I like to eat my dessert on the table.” Lifting her easily, he used his foot to push the chair aside so he could set her on the edge of the Formica dinette. He pulled her skirt to her waist.

  One big hand pressed her back onto the table, the other spread her legs. “Look at this,” he said, running his finger through the folds of her labia, “you’re almost dripping, you’re so wet. And you smell so great. This is my treat.”

  Using his hands to hold her legs apart, he dipped hi
s head to her, allowing his tongue to brush from clit to vagina and back again, over and over.

  Derica moaned. His tongue left trails of fire. She wanted his control, his heat. Needed for him do whatever it took to bring her relief from the ache he’d started. As though she’d spoken aloud, he focused his glorious tongue on her clit, licking, encircling the swollen nub until it throbbed. At the same time, his fingers slid in and out of her vagina. It took no time for her to come, trembling with the effort and whimpering with the aftershocks.

  He left her for a few moments. When she forced her eyes open, he was once again standing between her legs, lifting them to his shoulders, and pulling her to the edge.

  “Here we go, baby.” The head of his penis was poised to invade her opening, still throbbing and wet from her orgasm. He pushed gently, easily gaining access, but allowing her body time to adjust to his size and need. She required it. Even the lubrication from her climax wasn’t enough to fully prepare her for his size.

  “You’re so tight. God, it feels good.” Grasping her hips for leverage, he began a steady push and pull.

  With each movement he rubbed her clit. She thought she’d die from the exquisite pleasure, and she didn’t mind the thought.

  “You’re beautiful, Derica. Not just your natural beauty, but the way you look spread here for me. No embarrassment, no holding back your sensuality. You give as good as you get.”

  Languidly, her eyes opened to gaze at him. She saw her ankles around his neck, and the movement of his hips increasing their tempo as he spoke. His voice was raspy. The hold he maintained on her hips was almost painful, but she didn’t care. Her breath came in gasps as she rocked on the tabletop.

  “Your tits are red where I sucked them earlier, and your lips are swollen and look well-used from when you sucked me. The sight of me in your mouth almost made me come. Would you have taken me?”

  “Yes.”

  He shut his eyes. His strokes were long and hard.

  She couldn’t hold any longer, and felt herself break apart, a million pieces falling through a black universe. The only sound in the room was her groan of release—or was it Kailen’s? Did he stop moving? All she knew or cared about was the pulsating sensation radiating throughout her body from her core. It seemed never to end.