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    drawer but chickened out at the last minute.
    Sabian didn"t mind. He unclasped my bra with ease, dropped it on top of the
    rest of our clothes, then pushed my strictly utilitarian briefs over my hips.
    The man obviously had a thing for silk, and I couldn"t resist running my hand
    over his hip, telling myself I just wanted to feel the smooth, warm texture of his
    black boxers. Sabian wasn"t so easily convinced, though. He must have known what
    I really wanted, because he closed his fingers around my wrist and guided my hand
    to the front of his shorts. The first thing that crossed my mind when I squeezed his
    erection through his boxers was, “this is going to hurt.” The second was, “I can"t
    fucking wait.”
    I closed my eyes, forcing a deep breath into my lungs. This was a dream. Men
    like this simply didn"t exist. They sure as hell didn"t join me in a hotel room with a
    mouthwatering hard-on in silk boxers.
    “Doing okay?” His voice startled me. My eyes flew open and met his. His
    eyebrows lifted with concern and alarm.
    “I"m fine. I"m fine.” My cheeks were on fire. “Just…still…this is…”
    “It"s new. It"s okay.” Like his words, his smile was anything but patronizing.
    “You"re allowed to be nervous.”
    I laughed softly. “Thanks.”
    He drew me closer, kissing me again. Warm-cool silk brushed my bare skin,
    making my breath catch. Without breaking the kiss, I slipped my fingers under his
    waistband. I wasn"t sure if it was boldness that drove me or just the need to not be
    the more exposed person in the room, but the end result was the same.

    8
    Lauren Gallagher

    When he stepped out of the black silk pooled at his feet, and I stepped out of
    the white cotton around mine, he guided me to the side, keeping an arm behind me
    as he used his body weight to ease me down to the bed. Together, we sank onto the
    mattress. The sheets were cool against my skin, emphasizing the heat of his body
    over mine.
    He overwhelmed me, and I was thankful he kept right on kissing me. Some
    clients may not have liked kissing their escorts. I loved kissing anyway, and with as
    nervous as I was now, at least it kept my mouth busy and kept me from saying
    anything stupid or awkward.
    He broke the kiss just enough to speak. “You"re calling the shots,” he
    murmured against my lips. “Just tell me what to do, and I will. We can do this as
    fast or as slow as you"re comfortable. Anything you want.”
    “I"m not…” I took a breath. “I"m not very good at, um, at asking for what I
    want.”
    He raised his head. “Then why don"t I do what I think you"ll like, and if you
    don"t, you can redirect me?”
    Sabian, you’re worth your weight in gold . I just nodded.
    He kissed me gently, then worked his way to my neck. He rested his weight on
    his forearms and, one gentle kiss at a time, moved down my neck, over my
    collarbone, to my chest.
    He ran the tip of his tongue around my nipple, then blew on it, and the cool air
    on moist skin made my breath catch. I combed my fingers through his hair as he
    pulled my nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue, and I had to bite
    back a helpless moan when his talented mouth sent shivers down my spine. My toes
    curled, my back tried to arch beneath us, and I had to know what else his mouth
    could do. Now, Jesus Christ, now, I needed to feel those lips and that tongue on my
    clit.
    But Sabian was in absolutely no hurry. Even after he"d finished teasing each
    nipple in turn, he took his time, letting me savor every soft kiss on the way down
    my chest and belly. It was heavenly, sending little shivers and lightning bolts all
    the way to my feet, but I wanted his tongue on my clit. I desperately wanted him to
    go down on me, and hell if I could figure out how to say it, so I had no choice but to
    surrender to his slow downward migration of light kisses.
    By the time his lips touched my inner thigh, my entire body quivered with
    anticipation. When his tongue met my