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really wanted to stay the night with him.
    “Well,” she began, fiddling with one of the
buttons on her jacket.
    Greg stretched a hand toward her in
invitation, grinning at her beguilingly.
    She relented without any more of a struggle,
letting him pull her down into the bed beside him. She giggled, resisting as he
tried to roll her into an embrace. “You can at least let me take off my shoes now .”
    Greg grumbled under his breath but relented,
contenting himself with leering at her as she bent up each leg in turn and
unbuckled her shoes, dropping them over the side of the bed.
    When she started to take off her lace-topped
thigh-highs, he propped himself up on one elbow and objected, “Leave them on.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “What exactly do
you have in mind? A man of your advanced years shouldn’t strain himself, you
know.”
    He just laughed and gently stroked his
fingers along the line of her leg.
    Victoria was thirty-one. Greg was
forty-three. She liked to tease him about the difference in their ages—knowing
he wasn’t a bit insecure and would never be hurt or offended by it.
    Greg was the most confident, self-contained
man she’d ever met. It was nice not to have to worry about wounding a delicate
male ego, which she’d had to stress about in every previous relationship.
    He moved above her and nudged her up so he
could pull off the jacket of her vintage suit. Then he started to work on the
tiny buttons of her pink silk blouse.
    She relaxed and let him undress her. And
only after he’d removed her skirt, leaving her in just stockings and her
matching bra and panty set, did she say, “Seriously, though. You were rather,
er, vigorous before. I’m not sure I’m up for any more thrusting tonight.”
    He gave a huff of amusement and mouthed her
breast softly through the satin of her bra. “That’s all right,” he murmured.
“I’m not going to be up for anything for a while anyway.”
    “Then what are you doing?” She arched up as
he suckled her nipple through the damp fabric, her body responding immediately
despite the powerful orgasm she’d just had.
    “Amusing myself before bedtime.”
    She couldn’t help but giggle at his dry tone,
but she didn’t argue anymore. He took off her bra and worked over her breasts
for a while until she was breathless and newly aroused. Then he slowly made his
way down to her belly and spent some time kissing and stroking it.
    Her belly wasn’t as flat as she’d like it to
be, but he didn’t seem to mind. He mouthed the soft flesh with gentle skill
until he’d reached the waistband of her panties.
    “Greg,” she groaned, closing her eyes and
tossing her head back and forth against the pillow. “Greg, can you… I need…”
    She parted her thighs and gave a harsh sigh
of relief when she felt him nuzzle between her legs. He mouthed her intimate
flesh through the satin of her panties until the fabric was moist and Victoria
was moaning in sensual torment.
    He spread her thighs farther apart and used
his tongue to stroke open her folds through her panties. Then he closed his
lips around her clit, finding it even through the barrier of the fabric.
    He sucked, the additional stimulation from
the wet satin making the whole thing even more pleasurable.
    Victoria wriggled in response to the
sensations and stared down at his head between her thighs. Saw his thick dark
hair, flecked slightly with gray. Saw his mouth against the white satin of her
panties.
    She came with a long, lingering moan and
then felt a warm flush of satisfaction spread over her entire body.
    “Thank you,” she murmured as he pulled
himself up and stretched out beside her again.
    “You’re welcome.” He settled her against
him, his arm tucked snugly around her. “Men of my advanced years tend to be
pretty good at that.”
    Victoria had been so relaxed she was on the
verge of drifting into sleep, but at this she opened her eyes to check his
expression.
    When she saw he was grinning at her,