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stiff.”
    She wondered how stiff his cock was as he feathered his fingers along her outstretched bare arms.
    Gentle stirrings awakened every fibre of flesh and muscle and nerve. Tingles ended where his palms rested flat against hers, their fingertips touching.
    Her breathing halted as his mouth edged closer. When at last their lips met, she devoured him with a kiss so aggressive and hungry she ought to have felt ashamed. But she didn’t. Max made her feel carnal and desirable.
    She let her inner wanton woman emerge. Or maybe Max brought her X-rated spirit to life. Whatever, she gave herself over to the kiss. His mouth was firm and warm and talented, moving over hers, suckling and teasing. His teeth nibbled her lips and nipped at her tongue. When his tongue tangled with hers, her breath quickened. Her nipples peaked. Her lower lips quivered.
    All from a kiss. The man was good. Sex with him was going to be hot and satisfying. She felt it in her very wet, achy crotch.
    “May I undress you?” he whispered into her mouth.
    “Yes,” she hissed, deciding to let him have his way with her. Even though she didn’t have the muscle tone of a younger woman, she’d rely on the muted lighting in the hall to hide her flaws.
    He settled her arms at her sides before he let go of her hands. Reaching behind her, he unzipped her dress and peeled it down her shoulders to her waist. He skimmed his tongue along the swell of her breasts, dipping his moist, hot tip into her cleavage.
    Her breath caught in her throat. Heated sensations slithered through her, leaving her aware only of her body and his adept tongue.
    When he stopped, she felt abandoned until he shimmied her dress down and she stepped out of it. With great care, he folded the silk garment and draped it over the top of the steel-framed console table, where his mail and a spare set of keys took up most of the small space.
    “Your body was made to worship,” he murmured, his eyes glazed and sexy.
    If the remark wasn’t evocative enough to turn her into Jello , his smouldering gaze was. Her high heels and knees both wobbled as his dark eyes stroked her body. When his stare lingered on her breasts, her nipples pebbled beneath the lacy material of her corset, aching for him to suckle and grate the nubs between his teeth until she begged him to stop.
    Her lustful, shameless thoughts amazed her but only for a moment. Soon her sole concentration was centred on his tantalising touch.
    With slow, deliberate motions, Max edged the lacy straps of her body-hugging lingerie from her shoulders. Her skin tingled and flushed hot beneath his hands.
    “As much as I love the sight of a woman, of you in a corset, I can’t wait to see and feel you nude.”
    She made a mental note not to skip her gym workout next week. If there was a next week in their future.
    She let him look his fill. The corset held her tummy in and the dim light cast her thighs in shadow. He lowered his hand and cupped her mound. Their body heat melded and her clit swelled when his palm moved back and forth with a gratifying amount of friction.
    He groaned. “I can’t wait to feel your naked pussy.”
    She hadn’t been felt up in years and was more than willing to accommodate his request. She spread her legs for him, and he pulled on the corset’s crotch, opening the snaps with one sharp burst. Slipping his fingers into her fleshy folds, he plunged in and out until she dripped with want.
    “Max,” she murmured, coaxing.
    “ Shh . Just stand here and enjoy.” He shoved another finger inside her, stretching her wider and hitting her G-spot with every lunge of his crooked fingers.
    With a moan, she bucked her hips, but instead of taking her to orgasm, he halted, leaving her on the sizzling hot edge of satisfaction.
    “I need more of you.” His voice sounded husky with want. He slid a finger along the bra portion of the corset, encouraging her. “Can I take this off?”
    “What about your clothes?” She tugged at his