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The rest of the words died in his mouth as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood, hands on her curvy hips, now wearing only her glasses, silver bra, panties, and those thigh–highs that were going to give him a heart attack.
She shot him a saucy grin and strutted away from him and across the room to the door. Watching her round ass jiggle with each step had him hard enough to poke a hole in steel.
The click of the lock boomed across the room.
Turning, she leaned her back against the door, her long legs shoulder–width apart. “You were saying?”
“God, you’re beautiful.” He meant it. He’d seen a lot of naked women in his life. There were some perks to being a Hollywood heartthrob, but none lit up a room like Natalie.
Confident and more than a little cheeky, she winked. “That’s what I thought.”
This time she treated him to the vision of her swaying hips and amazing tits as she sashayed back to him and dropped to her knees, taking his jeans and boxers down with her.
The first touch of her tongue eliminated any possibility of more talk. The softness of her lips around his dick had him forgetting his own name. By the time she made the first downward stroke with her mouth, taking him all in, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
He tangled his hands in her hair, the silken strands spilling over his fingers and pouring over his thighs. He’d fantasied about this moment so many times as he’d stroked himself to completion, but none of his imaginings could even be a celluloid replica of the real thing.
Her pink tongue swirled around his dick on an upward stroke and he almost nutted right then. “Babe, you gotta stop.”
Natalie’s mouth turned into a perfect pout before she puckered her lips and blew a cool breath against his rock–hard length. The sensation almost sent him over the edge.
He yanked her up, but she snuck her hands under his shirt and danced her fingers across his chest.
“Tell me you have a condom,” she said.
Yanking up his jeans enough to reach into his back pocket, he withdrew his wallet and removed a foil package. He rolled the condom on in record time.
“Sit down.” She nudged his shoulders until he sank to the seat and straddled him, lining him up with her soft folds. “You ready?”
The sight of her alone had his balls tightening. “I may not last.”
“That makes two of us.” She sank down, enveloping his dick in her warmth.
He groaned, the sweetness of reality almost more than he could stand.
Her back flexed under his fingertips as she rode him, swirling her hips in time with the rocking motion. Up, down, back and forth, she took him higher and higher. They moved together, matching each other stroke for stroke as their hushed moans filled the room. He clapped his hands on her hips, bringing her down with more force. She arched her back, changing the angle and allowing him to drive deeper, to fill her completely.
A soft mewling sound escaped her lips and her nails dug into his shoulders before she snapped forward as her second climax rocketed through her.
Looking up at Natalie, her hair falling around her shoulders in light–brown waves as she bit down on her bottom lip in ecstasy, the extent of her beauty—inside and out—made him breathless. Something shifted in him, and he realized two things. One, he wasn’t leaving Salvation. Two, this thing between them was far from over after this.
His balls tightened. “Natalie,” he groaned in a harsh whisper full of tormented bliss.
His vision went black and he surged inside her one last time before his orgasm shook him as hard as a hurricane.
“Oh. My. God.” Her chest heaved against him and she rested her head on his shoulder. “I am totally jellified.”
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“My apologies.” He twisted a strand of her long, loose hair around his finger and feathered the end across her still–hard nipple. It puckered tighter, and it was all he could do not to take her nipple into his mouth and go for round two, but the sounds of the brewery had begun to intrude into their cocoon.
Everyone knew not to bother him when he was in the reference room, but that didn’t mean it never happened. The last thing he wanted was for someone to walk in and see Natalie. He wouldn’t put her in that situation.
She stood up and grabbed her clothes from the floor.
In less time than it took for him to recover the bones in his body—minus the one between his legs—and pull up his jeans, she was back in buttoned–up mode, albeit with her hair in a crooked, messy knot on top of her head.
“Damn, you’re fast.”
