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than a matching silk bra and panties underneath.
    “I’m sure your father appreciates her attitude.”
    Kiki grinned. “They’re still crazy in love. It’s sickening.”
    “My parents as well, as uncommon as that is in our circles.”
    “That’s what I want,” she heard herself admitting.
    Before she could feel like an idiot, he said, “Me, too.”
    “One-night stands aren’t going to get either of us there.”
    “Who says this is a one-night stand?”
    “What else can it be?”
    “Anything we want.”
    Maybe he was right. She reached up, tilting her head back for another kiss.
    He gave it to her without hesitation, his hands busy on the laces holding her corseted slip in place. Seconds later it was sliding down her body and over the soft swell of her hips to pool with her dress on the floor.
    She yanked at his shirt, pulling it out of his slacks so she could get it off him, as well.
    She didn’t know which one of them moved first, but their bodies collided, naked skin pressed to naked skin. He touched her everywhere, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until she was moaning into his kisses.
    Refusing to be an inactive participant, she returned him kiss for kiss, caress for caress.
    They were both panting, light sweat forming on their exposed flesh when he pushed her toward the bed. She let herself fall back, sprawling in calculated invitation.
    He made a primal sound and then laughed. “You are something, Kiki.”
    “Something good I hope.”
    “Very good.” He took off her sandals before stepping back to finish undressing.
    Fully nude, he joined her on the bed, the very impressive proof of his excitement rubbing along her hip as he settled beside her.
    Curving his hand over her breast, he leaned down and whispered, “You’re still wearing your panties.”
    “Are you going to do something about that?” she challenged.
    He didn’t need a second invitation, sliding her last bit of clothing down her legs and off with a gaze so hot it sent lava flowing through her veins.
    Things turned surreal then, their bodies moving together in familiar patterns that caused sensations wholly alien to Kiki. She’d never been so excited or needy. She wanted him inside her.
    He wanted to taste her skin. Everywhere. When he reached her most intimate flesh, she couldn’t hold back a steady stream of gasps, cries and out-of-control moans.
    He knew exactly how to build the pleasure, showing no hesitation in the level of intimacy he was willing to give her with his mouth. He pressed inside her with his tongue, teasing her with a bigger need than could be filled by that small appendage.
    His fingers replaced his tongue as he moved his mouth up to her clitoris, hardening his tip and using it to stimulate the bundle of nerve endings.
    She undulated against his mouth, feeling ecstasy spiral tighter and tighter inside her. He reached up with his free hand and pinched first her right nipple and then her left, then going back to her right and rolling that hard little bud between his thumb and forefinger, proving there was a direct line between her nipples and the aching depths between her legs.
    Her climax crashed over her without warning, making her body bow, her womb clench and her inner walls contract.
    He surged up over her, reaching for something, and then she realized it was a condom when she heard the foil packet tear. He took seconds to roll it down his engorged sex, and then he was pushing inside her, not letting her body settle back into normalcy from her orgasm.
    Unbelievably, renewed pleasure rushed through her as he thrust inside her. He filled her completely, joining their bodies in an age-old rhythm that felt entirely new to her.
    She’d never known anything so incredible, never felt so completely connected to another human being.
    “Mich!” She couldn’t hold his name inside. “Please, don’t stop...”
    “Not stopping,” he growled. “We were made for this, Kiki.”
    “Yes.” She believed he meant