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The
elevator ride to his waterfront loft had been steamy.  Her hands tunneled
through his thick hair and pulled him down for a deep sultry kiss.  While his
hands gripped her curvaceous backside, forcefully pulling up and pressing her
against all that made him a man. Oh, how she loved being a woman.

The soft chime and gentle
slide of the brushed nickel door signaling their exit did nothing to break the
spell.  Hands and mouths still on one another, they circled and swayed out of
the elevator and directly into his loft.  He turned her, pressing her back
firmly against his front, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as his hand
snaked up from her belly, gliding between her breasts, curving smoothly up and around
her neck and coming to rest at the side of her face with his thumb trailing
over her lips.

He angled her chin up and
back then dropped down for a passionate kiss, leaving her feeling drunk and
weighed down with heavy heat.  Her arms stretched up, curling and locking
behind his neck, as his hand at her waist drifted down provocatively over the
juncture between her thighs before slipping further, to linger at her hemline. 
Then his fingers skimmed underneath and his broad hand gripped her thigh firmly,
claiming it, before climbing upward.

When he reached the banding
of her thigh-high stocking, she felt the curve of his smile against her lips. 
Then he teased her by tucking a finger under the sheer material, leisurely tracing
all the way around and back before trailing his finger up along the curvature
of her inner thigh.  Parting her long legs with a slice of his hand, he rocked her
balmy heat in his palm, stroking her tauntingly over her black lacy panties.

Thank the stars she hadn’t
stopped getting bikini waxes and doing her kegels!  Shayna knew she was going
to need all of her fire power tonight.

A needy whimper burst forth
when Sean’s fingers slipped under the thin fabric and over her closely cropped
curls.  Her thighs squeezed around his hand and he kissed her deeper, holding
her tighter.  As two fingers pushed into her slick center, she gasped
unexpectedly.  Oh, God, it had been far too long since a man had touched her. 
Three years of DIY didn’t even come close to this—and this was only the
beginning.

She could feel the deep rise
and fall of Sean’s chest, and his heartbeat pounding against her back, mirroring
their more fevered kissing and his fingers circling inside her, driving her, his
thumb ever so lightly tormenting her throbbing clit.  She groaned in protest
when he removed his skilled fingers to skim and map her other, yet unclaimed,
leg.

His lips twisted in a smile
against hers as his hand slid once again under her dress to reposition beneath
her lacy panties, commandingly cupping and squeezing her bare bottom.  She
broke from their kiss, releasing a deep exhale, while Sean removed his hand to
snake them both up along Shayna’s arms, interlacing their hands and bringing
them back down around her waist.  Tucking her tightly against him, he grazed
his stubble softly along her neck, then nuzzled her ear.  He breathed hotly,
his words thick with desire.

“Oh, Shayna Montgomery, we’re
going to do it all.”

Her skin tingled and popped
from the electrical charge surging through her.  She felt as if it had fused
with the power emanating from him.  She didn’t know what else to say other than
a pleading whisper.

“I want your best.”

It sounded like something she
would say to her butcher.  But, she felt as if she
had
ordered Sean
Parker.  The flirting, bantering, and teasing over the past eighteen months had
cultivated and heightened everything between them, leading to this moment—a
moment to savor and relish the rewards of their unrelenting patience.

He let out a soft, throaty
growl.  “For you, Shay, nothing but.”

Sean’s hands circled around to
her lower back, resting at her zipper, which he pulled down achingly slowly. 
She felt dizzy from the heat and hormones swirling and colliding around her. 
Then his hands brushed over her lower back, scorching her as he reverently
smoothed them up, slipping his fingers under the fabric at her shoulders, and lazily
lifting the black shift up and over, skimming his hands and her dress down the
length of her arms until it fell ceremoniously around her heeled feet.

Shayna stepped seductively out
of the rumpled heap of cloth pooled at her feet and languidly sashayed farther
into Sean’s loft.  She could feel his hard stare burning her skin as she let
him drink in her rear view.  High heels.  Sheer black thigh-highs.  Black lace
cheekini panties.  No bra.  Whenever possible, she had her dresses custom made
with built-in support.  He probably wasn’t expecting that.  A seductive grin
tugged at one corner of her lips, as she took her time turning around,
congratulating herself that she hadn’t given up her penchant for provocative lingerie. 
She liked feeling sexy.  The last three years hadn’t changed that.

The city lights fluttering
against the sheer drapes, diffused with the warm, low-lit interior, painted
Sean’s loft with the expert strokes of an intimate, sensuous atmosphere.  The
space was large, modern, and elegant with classic columns throughout helping to
define the expanse.  Neutral tones of brown, black, beige and cream flowed seamlessly
across the furnishings, over the floor and along the walls, with splashes of
red expressed in the artwork.

“Nice bachelor pad,” Shayna
quipped, slowly pivoting to face Sean.

Her breath caught upon seeing
him methodically unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt with a predatory,
covetous stare aimed squarely at her.  He zeroed in on her full breasts and wetted
his lips as they curved into a hungry grin.  Longing to see him stripped bare,
she resisted the urge to help him disrobe faster.  They had been patient this
long, no need to rush it now.  This was the best part.  This was their reward. 
He seemed to know that, too.  They both understood that this would be the only
first
time
they would have, and they each wanted it to be memorable.

Sean freed himself of the
shirt, tossing it onto the back of a nearby sofa.  He sauntered a bit closer to
Shayna.  Oh, yeah, he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he hit the gym as often
as she did.  Shayna struggled to regulate the hot breath passing between her barely
parted lips.  Very nice, Sean Parker.  Very, very nice.  She tossed her head a
little, inhaling deeply.  His build was powerful, shoulders broad, sexy
sprinkling of dark hair across his strong chest, angling down and pointing
below to his narrow waist and now low-hanging, partially undone trousers.  It
was all packaged so well, so tightly, etched and defined.

She felt a shiver race up her
spine.  He must have noticed her reaction, because she caught the gratified
expression on his handsome face.  He had made her feel the same way with his
obvious approval earlier, now even more pronounced and clearly peeking out of
the top of his sexy black underwear.  She swallowed, then locked onto his determined
eyes.

He toed off his Ferragamo’s,
pulled off his socks, and moved even closer to her.  Holy hell, he even had
sexy feet.  Who has sexy feet?  Sean Parker, that’s who.  Was there anything
unattractive about this man?  He stopped, unzipped his pants the rest of the
way, letting them slide down his long, muscular legs, pooling on the floor around
his feet.  Then he stepped out of the discarded trousers, pushing the pile
aside with his foot.

Taking a deep cleansing
breath, Shayna savored the view.  They both worked hard, that was evident. 
It’s easy to look good naked when you’re young, not so much as you get older. 
It takes a lot more effort, discipline—something they both appeared to have in
spades.

Sean stood just inches from
Shayna.  He grasped her face in his warm hands and tilted her head back,
exposing her throat to a searing kiss.  One hand glided down her neck, trailing
to her breast and greedily claimed the tender flesh.  Shayna’s eyes closed, as
she sighed in a blessed mixture of relief and anticipation.  His thumb swept
against her temple and he rubbed his nose to hers, coaxing her gray eyes open.

“Three years.  Three. 
Long
. 
Years,” he rasped teasingly as his fingers taunted and tugged at her nipples. 
He smiled indulgently.  “I think that means you’re at my mercy, Shay.”

Yes, I am
.  “No.  You’re at mine,” she replied breathily and
unconvincingly.

“Oh, I already have been, for
the last year and a half,” he replied huskily, before kissing her hard.

His hand dropped from her
breast and slid down to squeeze her round bottom, fervently pressing their nearly
naked bodies together.  She rubbed her hand from his broad shoulder down his
arm, surveying the flexing strength and corded muscles while her other hand
threaded through the hair at the back of his neck.  She heard soft moans. 
Hers?  His?  Both?  God, her head was spinning from the thrill of their skin-to-skin
contact; her heart pumped furiously.

Sean broke their connection
with ragged breaths, looked wantonly into Shayna’s eyes, and rumbled, “It’s
time for your tour, Shay—starting with my bedroom.”

Shayna
stood at the foot of Sean’s bed with her back to him, as he sat palming her now
bare bottom, kneading the firm flesh and skimming his shadowed face across her
lower back.  He then slipped his strong hand between her thighs to caress and tease
her sensitive folds with his expert fingers, all the while nipping, licking, and
sucking at her skin.  His commanding touch thrilled her, the perfect blend of
domination and veneration, causing her flesh to quiver and fill with goose
bumps from the improbable fusion.

His home, his bedroom, was
exactly like him:  elegantly understated.  No hype.  Nothing that warned of a
man trying to overcompensate for
anything
.  She knew, now, that was
because this man knew
exactly
who he was and what he could do.

Her own hands surged up from
her belly to cup and squeeze her heavy, tender breasts, tweaking her nipples
for relief as Sean took delight in tormenting her below.  Her eyes rolled and
her head tossed from the mounting arousal.  She couldn’t remember the last time
she had felt this acutely turned on.

Then Sean shifted up, taking
his time and sliding every square inch of his heated, hard body along Shayna’s
creamy, smooth curves as he stood to tower behind her.  She felt like a live
wire sparking and twitching on the ground.  Reaching behind, she skimmed her
hands under Sean’s black trunks and pressed him firmly to her.  Oh, God, he had
a nice firm ass.  She had to get him naked.  His fiery lips at her throat, his hands
flexing and handling her breasts with authority, made that difficult, but she
managed to turn, hook her thumbs at the sides of his trunks, and glide them, and
herself, all the way down.

Now viewing him standing
before her in all of his masculine glory, Shayna said a little prayer of thanks
to the stars.  Life just didn’t get better than this.  Gripping his backside,
she tugged him closer, lazily tipped her tongue along his hot shaft, and then
circled decadently around his glorious crown.  Oh, yeah, he was the king, all
right.  She heard him exhale slowly, then felt his hands thread through her
hair, gripping her and pulling her off and up, to face him.

He must’ve read her confusion;
he answered, hoarsely, “Not yet.  Later.  I need to deal with you first.”  He
stroked the side of her face.  “I have a lot to get out of my system, Shay.” 
He grinned lustfully.

She thrust her chin in a
challenge; a playful grin stretched her lips.  “You’ll never get a woman like
me out of your system, Sean Parker, not completely.”

His expression turned serious
as he stared hard into her eyes.  “I already know that.  Now I need to make
sure you can’t get me out of yours.”

The heavy heat of desire
gripped around Shayna even more tightly, forcing a soft breath from her lips. She
felt her knees weaken and her belly flutter.

He dropped down, kissing her
hard, turning her and guiding her to sit and then lie back on the bed.  He
trailed his hands possessively from her throat, over and around her breasts,
and trim waistline.  He squeezed her upper thighs hard, delicately tormenting
her throbbing lips with his thumbs.  He followed the line of her legs to where
her feet rested on the floor, still covered in her black suede high-heels.

After removing her pumps, he
took a silk-covered foot in each hand, stood to his full height, and placed her
feet high against his chest.  He smoothed his hands up and down her sheer black
stockings, then rubbed his thumb hard along her instep before leaning in and biting
it.  She inhaled sharply from the unexpected act and sensation.  Nobody had
ever done that before, and she hadn’t anticipated the jolt that it punched in
her core.  She could see his knowing grin in the milky moonlight, supremely
pleased with himself.  She watched him carefully as he turned to play fair with
her other sleek foot.  This time she was prepared, but still couldn’t
completely deflect it.  Why was she even trying?  She liked it—a lot.

Sean smoothed his hands along
and down the outside of her legs and tucked his fingers under the elastic bands
of her thigh-highs.  She thought he was going to remove them, but instead he
pulled the sheer fabric away from her hypersensitive skin, letting it snap back
into place against her soft flesh.

“I’m going to leave these on—for
now,” he remarked roughly, before kneeling, grasping her thighs and pulling her
center closer to him.

She closed her eyes and
inhaled deeply, feeling her heart begin to race faster.  She felt his lips and
teeth tease her until he was positioned exactly where she desperately needed
him to be.  He lingered just above her needy juncture without touching her, but
she could feel his hot breath on her moist flesh.  Bringing his large hands in
to grasp her inner thighs, he spread her slowly, widely, breathed in deeply and
then growled throatily.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured
dreamily, as he delicately outlined her lips with his fingertip.

“This is exactly what I want,
what I’ve been waiting for.”

Using his thumbs to separate
and expose her further, he dipped down and expertly curled his tongue around
her clit and began sucking, gently at first and then hungrily.  Shayna’s hands covered
her eyes; her head tossed fervently in sweet torment, as moans and fierce gusts
of air ripped out of her.  She reached the peak and dropped fast, but then
reversed back up, back down—it just wouldn’t end.  Her orgasm continued to wash
over her in hard waves as Sean drank her juices as if it were rare, sweet
nectar.

Then his tongue probed her
core and she began to squirm even more, knowing now that he had been so right. 
She was completely at his mercy; felt like a rag doll.  It had just been too
damn long:  no resistance—no immunity.  He could do whatever he wanted, as long
as he wanted.  She couldn’t stop him, wouldn’t want to.

She felt his fingers push
into her, searching her, working her.  He found her sweet spot and began
mastering it, methodically.  Gripping her hip hard, he held her in place, and she
lost herself yet again as he stroked and hammered, harder and harder, in and
out of her, all the while thrumming her clit with his thumb.  Her back arched
and her arms stretched above her head to brace against the leather-wrapped
headboard.  She began panting harder, then released a groan that ended in a babble
of alien words and sounds.  Her body dropped back onto the bed and she
whimpered in surrender, complete submission.

The last year and a half of
flirtation,
this
night—
this
man—all of the verbal and physical
foreplay leading up to it, had been her undoing.  It was sensory overload.  Now
she felt as if she had crash-landed.  Sean had knocked the wind out of her
tonight, starting at his restaurant, and had never let up.  She exhaled in
delicious defeat and felt him kiss and nip his way up her spent body.  He
nestled between her legs, and she felt his heavy heat drop down onto her. 
Languidly, she twined her legs around his hips.  He cupped her face and stroked
her temple as he left a scorching trail of kisses along her neck.  When she
opened her eyes, Sean was staring down at her in the silvery moonlight with a
triumphant expression.

Shaking her head softly, she
said, “You’re not playing fair, and I think you know that.”  He brushed away
some damp tendrils from her cheek.

Looking covetously at her, he
rumbled, “This is exactly how I wanted you—at my mercy—completely.”  He cupped,
squeezed, and handled her breast skillfully.  He sucked hard on the underside
of it, then moved the assault to her nipple, causing Shayna to rake her hands
through his thick hair and reflexively pull at it.  The pain only seemed to
make him suck harder.  He twisted, tugged, and teased her other nipple with his
free hand.  Shayna tried to free herself from his clutches, but it did no good. 
She was pinned beneath him.  She clawed at his shoulder and yanked the back of
his hair harder, eliciting a low, throaty growl from Sean and ever more ardent
attention to her breasts.  It felt like her nipples were on fire, and she heard
herself begging him to stop, but he didn’t, and she didn’t really want him to.

Wait.  No.  She felt her
climb begin.  She’d never had an orgasm this way.  She had heard about it, but never
experienced it.  As she gave in to his skillful execution, her spasms began,
and her eyes rolled back as her body repeatedly tensed and released, bursting
in ripples of ecstasy.

Shayna clawed roughly down
Sean’s back and he groaned in approval.  She felt him rise up, and she opened
her eyes to him.  He had a wild look about him and dropped down to kiss her fiercely,
swallowing her moans.  She could taste her salty sweetness on him, exciting her
more.

Then positioning himself
squarely between her legs, he drove into her deepest depths, causing her to
gasp and then exhale sharply from the sudden push and pressure of his hard heat
stretching and filling her.  She felt his hand at her knee; he slowly pressed
it out and down, holding it against the bed, opening her further to him.  He patiently
pushed and twisted his hips to squeeze into and tease the last possible bit of
space inside her, expelling the remaining breath from her lungs.

She felt his body stiffen,
and he stilled, breathing hotly next to her cheek, as he seemed to adjust to
the sensation of being fully inside.

Her lips pulled back in a satisfied
smile.  Now it was her turn.  She clenched her core, slowly at first, then
gripped him with all her strength.  A trailing groan tore out of him.

“Shayna, ease up.  You have
to ease up,” he pleaded hoarsely.

“No, I don’t,” she said with
a purr, brushing her cheek against his.  “You’re at my mercy now.”  She nipped
at his ear lobe.  Her hands streamed down his back, ending when she tightly
clasped his oh-so-firm ass and held him in place as she tilted and swayed her
hips underneath him, all the while clenching and releasing her greedy center
around him.  Oh, he felt so good inside her.

He exhaled loudly above her
and mumbled something incoherent.  She could tell he was determined and working
hard to maintain his control.

“Sean,” she murmured huskily. 
He locked his fierce eyes with hers.  “Give me what I want.  Now.”

She heard a low, throaty
growl rumble out of him as he abruptly grabbed her hands, pinning them above
her on the bed.  Hooking her legs hungrily around his hips, she continued to
dominate him with her core; then the
untamed
man seized control,
pounding into her with a roar and an unrelenting, pent-up ferocity.  It all felt
so necessarily
necessary
.  He thundered in release, reverberating above
her as she felt his warm essence fill her.

Shayna released a long
overdue sigh of pure, unadulterated contentment and peace.  The world could be
ending in the next five minutes and she wouldn’t care.  This was exactly how
she would want to spend her final moments anyway.  Sex had always been
important to her.  It was all about action.  You could show someone how you
felt about them without saying a word.  It was so deliciously intimate,
personal.

That’s why she had never gone
to bed with a man she didn’t care about, didn’t feel some warm bond with that
was clearly mutual.  She figured sex without those feelings could still be good—great
even.  However, without the element of emotion, Shayna felt the act was simply reduced
to mechanics, and there were plenty of ways to take care of the mechanics
without involving a stranger.

She stretched in the warm afterglow
of utter satisfaction.  She had always loved being a woman, and sex just gave
her
multiple
reasons to be appreciative.  She giggled softly.

Sean encircled her in his
arms, rolling her with him onto his back.  “What’re you laughing about?” he
asked, softly, as he squeezed her tightly in his arms.

She thought for a moment
before answering.  “Oh, just glad I stumbled across Gaetano’s when I did, that’s
all,” she said with a grin, as she swirled her fingers against his strong
chest.

He tugged her closer.  “Me
too,” he agreed, with a kiss to the top of her head.  “I should warn you,
though,” he murmured as he rolled them back over and hovered above her, “I
recuperate quickly.  Don’t think for a second we’re done here tonight.”  He
rubbed her nose gently with his.  “And don’t think for a second that
tonight
is all that I want.”  He kissed her longingly and then gazed at her hopefully. 
“I want more, Shay.  A lot more.  Do you?” he questioned, roughly, caressing
her cheek.

She felt her throat constrict. 
She had just spent the last three years learning to be alone.  Ultimately she
had felt grateful for the time to reconnect with herself and reflect on her
decisions and the catalytic events in her history.  She had ended up a stronger
woman because of them.  Now she needed to decide what to do with the next phase
of her life, since it wasn’t going to be spent the way she had planned and had
been promised.  She really hadn’t given much thought to a new relationship in
her future when she’d still felt so worn and bruised from the last one.

Sean’s intense focus caused
flutters in her belly, and she nodded faintly, answering meekly, “Yes.”  She
meant it.

She just wasn’t sure
what
she meant.