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Amira sipped, taking small bites of the food he placed before her. It kept her hands occupied and her mind focused. She savored the dark chocolate as it melted on her tongue. It was like nothing she had ever tasted.

The champagne should have taken the edge off. It should have eradicated her fears. Instead, it heightened the tension. Every doubt about her virgin status bubbled to the surface. What would he think of her?

Books and movies, not to mention her vivid imagination, only went so far. The truth was she could imagine what it would be like to suck a man’s cock, but actually doing it was another matter entirely. Would she be any good? Would he?

Now was not the time to think about her sheltered life. Definitely not the time to worry about her parents’ opinions. Despite their thinking, she was an adult, capable of making her own decisions. Her own mistakes. She would indulge in this one night of fantasy and then return to her conservative existence in the morning.

Amira cast a quick glance at the calm man seated across from her. He had taken off his jacket, his white shirt was unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up. No, he wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t some hasty decision or an error in judgment. It was something she wanted for a very long time. Now she would have it. Him.

The fire danced over his skin. He watched her, closely.

“Just to be sure, you want this, yes? Tonight…Sex.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“I know this. But I also know a mind can change. And I want a willing partner.”

“You’ll find me more than willing. Yes, Zane, I want this.”

His head moved a fraction, accepting her response. He placed a raspberry in his mouth, chewing slowly. It made no sense why that turned her on.

“What pleases you, Amira?”

Sipping at her champagne, she sifted through the images that called to her. Above all else, she wanted to taste him, feel him in her mouth, to give pleasure. She told him so and had the very real satisfaction of seeing his hands grip the sides of the chair.

She set aside her champagne glass.

Zane sat forward, but she placed a firm hand on his chest.

“Let me.”

He relaxed back into the cushion; eyes locked on hers.

“I thought I was the impatient one.”

Slowly, with a confidence drawn from deep within her, she peeled back the buttons of his shirt, marveling at the bands of taut skin beneath her hands. He was warm, firm and utterly male. Her tongue circled one peck, then the other.

“Amira.” His reaction spurred her on. She trailed kisses down his chest now, taking her time until she reached the belt at his waist. She marked a line across his waistband. She wanted to make him lose control.

The bulge in his pants jerked.

Amira bit her lip. With slightly shaking hands, she unzipped his pants, freeing him. She marveled at the thick, firm length that jutted before her.

Fears about her experience dissipated. Only her longing remained. She trailed a hand down his shaft, noting the veins that bulged, the heavy sacs at the base. He stiffened when she took one in her mouth, sucking. She did it again and heard his breath catch.

“Take off your dress.”

Smiling, Amira shook her head.

“Amira. I want to see you naked.”

Feeling confident, she drew down one strap, peeling away her bra, freeing one heavy breast.

Immediately his hand shot out, cupping her, fingers working over her nipple until she threw her head back. She gripped his cock, pumping her hand up and down. Her heart raced, her own desire winding around her, tighter and tighter. She shifted, panties suddenly too restrictive.

“Is this what you like?”

Zane groaned. He placed his hand around hers and increased the pressure. She continued until he started grinding his hips.