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yet.”
    She stretched out beside him and he rolled over to kiss her.
She could never get enough of those kisses. Before he had the chance to ask,
she placed his hand over her breast. That was all the encouragement he needed.
    “You are amazing.”
    Her toes curled at the tickle of his breath in her ear.
    “And so beautiful.”
    She gasped when he rolled her nipple between his fingers. He
did the same to the other nipple, then trailed his hand down her stomach. He tugged
at her panties.
    “I'm dying to get you out of these.”
    “Yes, please.” She helped him slide them over her hips, then
kicked them over the side of the bed.
    Malcolm slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked two
fingers over her labia. It wasn't going to take much to send her over the edge.
He slipped one finger inside. She couldn't remember the last time she was this
aroused. She sighed.
    “I love hearing that.” Another finger in. His thumb hovering
over her clit. “You're so wet.”
    “Yes. Oh...” She raised her hips, practically begging him to
move.
    He did, circling his thumb around that sensitive spot,
instantly making her shake with pleasure. There was no stopping the orgasm that
overtook her with the next swirl of his thumb. He pressed his mouth to her ear.
    “Yes. That's it.”
    “Oh god yes, Malcolm.” The tingling waves washed over her,
pulsating gently. They subsided after a moment, only to be coaxed back up again
by her partner's skilled fingers. “I want you. Now. Please, I need you.”
    He knelt and pulled her hips down to meet him. She looked up
into his eyes and gave her final consent. He pushed into her, filling her
completely. She reached between them and stroked her clit in rhythm with his
thrusts. She found herself repeating yes, yes, yes, with each push,
getting louder and louder. She wasn't usually so vocal, but she couldn't help
herself. Before long, Malcolm joined her vocalizations.
    He grasped her hips and lifted her slightly off the bed to
meet his thrusts. She was on the brink of a second orgasm. She wrapped her legs
around his torso. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way his every word
and action tonight had been for their mutual pleasure, not just his own.
    “Malcolm...” She dug her nails into his arms. “More. Yes!”
    Whatever modicum of self-control he'd been holding onto was
gone. He fucked her hard and fast until they came together in a loud release.
Sasha cried out as Malcolm collapsed on top of her, spent. She wiped the
perspiration from her brow and stroked his back until his breathing returned to
normal.
    He rolled off her and pushed her hair back from her eyes. He
kissed her once.
    “I have one more question,” he said.
    “What's that?”
    “When can we do that again?”
    She grinned and snuggled against his warm body. “Ask me in
the morning.”
    She had a feeling the answer would be yes.
     
     

The Haricot Verts
     
    “Why don't they just say green beans?”
    You look across the table at him through eyelashes and
candlelight. See if you can make him understand.
    “'Haricot verts, the thinnest, sweetest, most delicate
variety of French green beans. Everything thin and pretty deserves a special
place of honor, a fancy title.”
    You fumble with the water glass, fingers uncoordinated. He's
watching as you look down through the clear liquid and ice cubes; through the
water, your fingers appear as thick as they feel. What does he see when he
looks at you?
    “You know the haricot verts.”
    “I know what?” He laughs at you, softly, nervously.
    “You know who the haricot verts are. The homecoming queen,
the guy with the slick tongue and Daddy's money. I bet you knew one in high
school, or maybe college. She was completely out of your league, but you asked
her out anyway. Right?”
    He sits back in his chair, looking past you, over your
shoulder, and it's your turn to chuckle.
    “Even after she turned you down, you still let her copy your
class notes every time she asked,