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He expected her to protest, to yell, or maybe even slap him, but instead she gasped
and froze. Her eyes were shut and when she opened them, he saw the same stark desire
that had consumed him for months. He couldn t have stopped, even if he d wanted to. He
bent his head and kissed her.
Her lips opened instantly and he sank into her. He caught her moan in his mouth. Her
hands clutched his hair. He reached to untie the string on her long kitchen apron,
throwing it to the floor. A sound from the hall made him break their kiss. Anybody could
barge through the door at any minute and interrupt them. He hauled her up against his
body and moved them into a small dark room off the kitchen. The dry storage room.
Perfect. He kicked the stopper out from beneath the door. It swung shut.
 You have got to be kidding me. This is a cliché. But her voice was faint, with need, he
hoped.
 This is brilliant, he argued, kissing his way down her neck and across the tops of her
breasts. He felt like a starving man in front of a buffet that could disappear any minute.
He unbuttoned her blouse, groaning as the fabric parted to display her gorgeous breasts,
covered in sheer black lace. He tongued her nipple through the lace. She whimpered and
thrust her hips impatiently against his thigh.
He reached down to yank her skirt up to her waist. He cupped her mound through her
panties then slid one finger beneath, finding her wet. She arced into his touch.  This
means nothing, she whispered.
 Nothing, he echoed, falling to his knees. He glanced up. Her head was thrown back
and her elbows rested on a shelf next to number ten cans of tomatoes. Her shirt gaped
provocatively over her breasts. His gaze traveled down her body, and he sucked in a
harsh breath.  Oh my God. You re wearing a garter belt.
 All part of the uniform.
He slid her panties down her legs. He couldn t get them all of the way off, but he didn t
need to. He met her gaze as he leaned forward, loving the electricity between them. Her
eyes shut, and she took a deep breath. When her hands caressed his head, it felt like a
blessing.
He pressed his mouth to her, seeking the fastest way to drive her wild. He wanted to
take her up fast and hard and not give her a second for regrets. He sucked, using his
tongue to tease her hard bud while his fingers traced a path into her body. The breathy
moans coming from her throat urged him on. He knew she was close. He could feel the
tension in her body as she sought her peak. He pushed deeper, memorizing the feel of
her, and she broke, spasming against his lips and fingers. He continued to stroke her as
he got to his feet.
She was panting.  Give me a minute. I ll be right with you.
He eyed the shelf.  May I make a suggestion?
She opened one eye.
 Turn around.
He grasped her hips as she turned and bent. Her ass was thrust out slightly, putting her
at the perfect angle. She braced her elbows on the shelf and looked over her shoulder.
 Condom?
He nodded, fishing his wallet out of his pants. He extracted his emergency condom, and
unbuckled his belt. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and thrust his khakis to his knees. A second
later, the latex was in place, and he was poised behind her. As he slid home, they both
groaned.
He couldn t interpret the look she gave him, and it didn t matter anyway. He was too
far gone, and he was determined to take her with him. He reached to cup her breasts
then slid his hands down her body to the spot where their bodies were joined. Her head
dropped to her arms as she met his slow thrusts.
 Tell me when it feels good. He moved his fingers, seeking the perfect pressure.
 There, she gasped, clenching around him.
He kept his hand where it was and moved his hips faster. He shut his eyes, so the sight
of her wouldn t push him over the edge. But the flames dancing on the inside of his
eyelids forced him to open them again. He was determined not to come until she did, but
every thrust into her tight body was both heaven and hell.
Her back arched, and he felt her walls ripple around him. With relief, he bent over her,
holding her tight as he surrendered to the fire barreling up his spine.  Does that feel like
nothing to you? he asked, when he could speak.
He heard the kitchen door swing open.
 Lila? a female voice called.
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