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remember this moment forever, leaning into Jamieson, without reaching for the next thing.
    She’d lusted after him for months, watching that perfect body walk down the street, seeing him smile as he passed Dorothea or Deborah in the street.
    This was the moment she fell in love.
    He pulled away, and she felt lost.
    “Connie,” he whispered. “My beautiful Connie. Please come upstairs with me. I want you lying naked in my bed. I want to taste you. I want to love you. I want…”
    He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Even through the denim of his jeans, she felt the heat of it, felt his pulse pounding in it, and her pussy wept in response.
    “Yes, please,” she whispered, her body tingling at the feel of him. “Before I can’t walk at all.”
    The stairs were steep, the wood railings burnished to a deep shine, the bedroom, like hers, in the rafters. But his room was huge. A mussed king-size bed stood under a row of long narrow windows across the top of the wall, the afternoon sun burning hot on the navy sheets.
    “I can’t touch you,” he said. “You can’t touch me. Not yet. I just want to watch.”
    She nodded. She knew what he wanted because it was what she wanted as well, though she wasn’t sure she had the patience for it. “Slowly,” she said. “Take off your clothes.”
    His smile was crooked, his eyes bright with passion, as he sat on the side of the bed and pulled off his sneakers.
    “Stop,” Connie said, and knelt at his feet. His beautiful feet. Long and tanned, she couldn’t resist them, lifting first one and then the other into her lap. She kissed the fine blue veins on the instep, ran her fingers around his toes and up to his ankles, then placed his feet back on the floor.
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    His game—the game she’d agreed to—was long past possible but Jamieson would try—for as long as his cock would allow, at least—to let her rule the clock. Oh, he knew all the moves to this game, this teasing foreplay, but had never before allowed anyone to use them against him, was maybe a little frightened that if he did let Connie play, he’d be hooked—the last thing in the world he’d wanted until... Now? He was willing to let the foreplay go on forever, though his cock was definitely of another mind.
    “Sit,” he said, gesturing at the bed and standing when she’d done so. He echoed her motions, kneeling at her feet, pulling off her flip-flops, then going one step further. He suckled her pretty pink-painted toes, ran his tongue up the sole of each foot, his hands wrapping around her calves.
    He loved the way her scent changed as he moved across her body. Now, she smelled like an ocean breeze, salty and tart and incredibly sexy. He placed her feet on his thighs and leaned in, resting his head where the scent of her was even richer. Each breath challenged his self-control. He felt her pulse beat in the crease of her thighs, felt moisture dampen her slacks.
    Standing, he pulled her into his arms, and this time his kiss was ravenous. No more patience, no hesitation, simply his tongue fucking her mouth, his teeth biting her lips, and she doing the same in return.
    Her moans echoed his, her body strained against him, and he cursed their clothing. He ripped the buttons from her shirt, pulling it from her, his hands running up and down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against his cock.
    She sighed, lifting her arms and wrapping them around his neck, lifting her legs until they were wrapped around his waist, her cunt and his cock connected. If they were naked, he’d already be inside her.
    Dropping her on the bed, he tore off his jeans and t-shirt, watching while she took off the rest of her clothes, leaving both of them naked. The ripe, warm scent of her engulfed him, and he went into her open arms. Her skin was hot against his, her teeth tugging at his earlobe, one foot running up and down his calf.
    His balls pulled up tight beneath his cock, and when she touched him he