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“How did you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you, Amira.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Batman.”

She laughed even as she shook her head. “I may be younger than you, but I know when someone is evading questions.”

“Do you? And how much older do you think I am?”

Though he kept himself trim and well-muscled, his face wasn’t that of a twenty or thirty-year-old. But with men it could be hard to tell. She had a slew of gay friends to attest to that.

“I’m forty.”

“I thought as much but didn’t want to dent your ego.”

“Men can be as vain as women. But neither of us care for that I think…My name is Zane.”

“Zane. ‘Gift from God.’ It suits you.”

He ignored her flippant response. “And forty? Does that suit you?” Even though he teased, his eyes were serious.

“I don’t care for age. You can be old at twenty, or as young as Edward in his seventies. Numbers are deceptive.”

“Numbers. What would you say if I asked for yours?”

“I’d say we have to dance first.”

“Agreed. Dance with me.” Satisfied, he closed his eyes, drawing her towards him. “I warn you now, I’m a stubborn man, used to getting my own way.”

“Funny that, I was just about to say the same thing.”

“A woman who knows her own mind. Very sexy, Amira.”

He brushed his hand languorously from the small of her back upwards, settling against her spine. Anticipation and desire created a new connection between them now.

She settled once more against his chest, opening her body to him. To whatever came next.

* * *

That nighther need was hotter than before.

Dancing with Zane had driven her to a point of unbearable arousal. She was giddy, all but floating home after their evening together. The lesson provided them an opportunity to connect, to explore one another’s bodies. It was the most exquisite torture she had ever known. To be close to him, to touch him—finally—after all these months had exceeded her expectations. The minute she arrived home, she had raced upstairs to her room and slipped down her panties, letting them pool against her ankles.

She shivered at the cold night, brushing her hand down her thighs, yearning for contact. Her clit was sensitive after a night of foreplay. She alternated between quick pats and circular strokes, wanting to come fast and hard. Then do it all over again.

Her fingers, sticky and slick, trailed along her bare skin. Goosebumps followed in eager pursuit.

Lifting her skirt, desperate for sensations, Amira straddled the corner of her mattress, rubbing back and forth over the edge, driving her with each thrust wilder and wilder. Every time her hips rocketed back and forth, she thought of him.

Zane.

His chest, broad and heavy, pinning her to the mattress.

Those hands, skilled and soft tracing patterns on her naked body.

She ripped off her tank and freeing her breasts from her bra, she pinched her nipples, hard. Licking her fingers, Amira circled one straining tip and moved to the other, each time picturing Zane at her breasts, suckling, licking, rubbing his jaw against her until she begged for more.

She toyed with herself; the rough material of the blanket was just abrasive enough to provide the right amount of friction. But still she craved more. More heat. More contact.

More of him.

Amira knew it would be him. Had known it the moment they had touched. They were building towards something, her body sensed it.

Rough and shaking with her arousal, she increased the pace. She arched over the bed, breasts brushing against the blanket, the tug and pull of her orgasm beckoning like a seductive lover. Her clit was swollen, throbbing. She thrust against the bed, imagining his cock pounding into her from behind. She could still smell his aftershave lingering on her skin. It didn’t take much for her to lose control.

With Zane’s name on her tongue, she let go. Her orgasm rushed through her, a powerful force, consuming her body until she couldn’t breathe.

Amira lay spread eagled against the cool cover, chest heaving. While her body slowly recovered, her mind was already racing. A reel of film played behind her closed eyes. Her body stirred.

She was already anticipating the next time.