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breath hitched in her throat as he stopped a foot short of her.
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    “Good evening, Desi,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble, his accent distinctly affluent British.
    “D-Dr. Cuvos,” Desi stammered, overwhelmed by the woodsy, spicy scent of his skin.
    “Ian,” he gently corrected. His fingertips trailed the curve of her cheek and he tilted her chin up with his fingers. “I thought we had worked that out last night. When we’re here, together like this, I’m just Ian.”
    “Yes,” Desi murmured, her heart stuttering as his fingers followed the turn of her throat and traced the outline of her collarbone.
    “How was your champagne?” Ian idly toyed with the strap of her nightgown as he slowly paced around her.
    “Fine,” she whispered, cautiously watching as he circled her. She shuddered nervously as he stopped behind her, snaking his arm around her waist, drawing her buttocks against him. She gasped at the feel of his cock stabbing the cleft of her ass and he chuckled with amusement.
    “I think I’ve had enough of the pleasantries,” Ian said, his lips against her ear. His tongue licked the sensitive area just below her earlobe and her knees buckled slightly.
    He turned her chin until their eyes met over her shoulder. “I say we skip the boring bits and get right to the fun parts. What do you think, darling?”
    Desi thought that sounded divine but could only manage a mute nod. She was entirely focused on the sight of his descending mouth and moistened her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Ian’s lips touched hers, lightly at first, but the pressure increased as the kiss deepened. His tongue swept the small space between her lips, gently prodding its way between them. She groaned at the sensation of his tongue invading her mouth and twisted in his arms until her breasts were pressing against his naked chest. His hands drifted south from the curves of her waist, and he grabbed two handfuls of her luscious ass, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
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    Moaning, Desi arched against him, her thighs clenching as hot fluid started to coat the inner lips of her pussy. Desire consumed her thoughts and she wanted nothing more than to lie naked on the bed with Ian, to have his hands roaming her body, his mouth tasting her skin. As their tongues danced, Ian worked the hem of her nightgown up over her ample hips and broke their sensual kiss just long enough to draw it past her mouth before carelessly flinging it aside and claiming her mouth once again.
    In one seamless motion he grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her from the ground. She wound her legs tightly around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.
    With the utmost gentility, he lowered her back to the mattress and lay down beside her, keeping one hand planted on her body as he continued to make love to her mouth.
    Sighing, she broke away from his lips, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling of his hands caressing her breasts. His tweaked a nipple with his right hand, teasing it before he placed it between his lips and swirled his tongue around the hardening tip.
    Groaning, Desi bucked beneath him. The fingers of his left hand slipped between her teeth and she lightly bit them, rolling her head back in ecstasy. He shifted his position until he was leaning over her and she clutched at his ribs, running her fingernails up and down his sides. As she panted and moaned beneath him, he sucked and nipped her heaving breasts. Every time his tongue darted across a nipple, the sensation went straight to her stiffening clit as it clamored for his touch.
    As if reading her mind, he flattened his palm, slowly sliding it down her front and tracing the outline of her navel before letting it settle on the fleshy mons. She inhaled sharply with anticipation as he petted her newly waxed lips. Desi lifted her hips in hopes of coaxing his fingers to touch her burning clit, but to no avail. He seemed to