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beaded nipples. With a quick snap of his fingers, he unfastened the front hook and her breasts popped free. Lowering his head, he sucked first one bud and then the other. She tasted like peaches.
    Sara put one stillettoed foot on the vanity stool, and the green flirty skirt rose higher on her leg, high enough to show the creamy, pale skin of her smooth inner thigh.
    He ran his hands up her legs to grab her hips. Damn, they fit perfectly in his hands. His chest contracted when he found she wasn’t wearing underwear. With a jerk of his wrist, the skirt flipped up revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, with a small patch of light brown hair above her clit. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste her. Bending at the knees, he slicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped and grabbed his head, knocking his hat askew.
    He eased his middle finger into her slit. She was hot and wet and more than ready for him. He undid his belt and jeans and freed his throbbing cock. Shit, did he have a condom? Hot or not, he wasn’t stupid enough to fuck anyone without protection. The thought was enough to make him deflate a little. He fished in his pocket for his wallet. Empty. Dammit!
    Sara chuckled. “I take it you didn’t come prepared?”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her. Was she actually laughing at him? “And I supposed you did?”
    She pointed to her clutch purse on the counter next to the sink. “A girl always has to be prepared.” She opened the clutch and extracted a foil packet.
    Dane took it, ripped it opened, then eased the condom over his rock hard length. He could add women’s bathroom on his “weird places to have had sex” list.
    Sara gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Taking her cue, he cupped her ass and lifted her onto his cock. He slid in slowly, allowing her to stretch around him. Fuck, she was tight. Her muscles clenched, pulling him in deeper. She wriggled her hips, guiding him closer. Her little moans of contentment danced around him.
    She arched into him. Her lips captured his earlobe, sucking, tugging. He felt each contraction in his balls. He mimicked the action of her mouth, thrusting into her, slow at first, then faster. The scent of her flowery perfume swirled around him, enveloping him in a warm cocoon. Full breasts jiggled against his chest with each entry. She moaned again and leaned her head back, locking her legs around his hips.
    One of her hands stole inside her shirt and lifted her breast. He watched, mesmerized, as she pinched and rolled the erect nipple. Her pussy muscles milked him into a frenzy. He couldn’t resist taking the taut bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her areola, and he sucked hard. Again she gasped.
    “Oh, God, I’m gonna come.” Her breaths came in hard, short pants. Her muscles clenched around him in an almost painful vise. He quickened his pace, circling his hips to increase friction. Sara threaded her fingers through his hair and latched her mouth on to his. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy, holding her as she jerked in release.
    One hand slipped under his shirt, and fingernails scraped down his chest, over his stomach and to his sack. She kneaded and stroked him, stealing around to grab his ass. His balls tightened, and in a matter of seconds, he shot his load into the condom.
    Breathing heavily, he stared at her through lowered lids. Her eyes were closed, and a self-satisfied smile curved her beautiful mouth. If she’d let him, he’d damn well give her a weekend to remember.
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    After Dane slipped out of the restroom, Sara straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair. Satisfied she was once again presentable, she strolled out of the bathroom as if they had not just had mind-blowing sex. Well, it was mind-blowing for her.
    Oh my God. What if it sucked for him? He hadn’t acted disappointed, but how could she really tell? After sex, Ben’s always rolled away and took off. She couldn’t just come out and ask Dane. That would really give