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call you babe and sweetheart anymore.” He nuzzled her neck, unable to feel that her acquiescence to pet names wasn’t a small victory on his part.
    His voice was husky, rough. He wanted to just throw her on the couch and have her like some horny teenager, but he made himself regain some control. If she did leave tomorrow, he wanted this to be a one fabulous one night stand. Of course, if he did this right, she wouldn’t be able to leave. She’d be as unable to get enough as he was. It might be idiotic, but it was the best he could do.
    Chelsea laughed and pressed her groin harder into his. Nate caught his breath and growled once before regaining control of himself.
    “Now you say it nicely,” she said, “Before you were being mean, using it like it was derogatory.” Her little fingers stroking the back of his neck felt like sweet torture.
    “It was. I thought you were a groupie. I get very little time to relax,” Nate said.
    Each word was a chore to grind out, and he was having trouble concentrating when Chelsea was warm, soft and wiggling in his lap. And naked. He couldn’t forget naked.
    “Are you relaxed now?” Chelsea asked as she ran her hands down his chest. His nipples tightened in response to her hot little fingers.
    “Yeah, something like that,” Nate said.
    Enough of that. He stopped their conversation with a blistering kiss, his tongue exploring and tasting her mouth more fully than he had before. Nate’s mind left him then, all his focus going to thoroughly ravishing this woman he wanted so much.
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    Chelsea pulled away and looked down at Nate, her eyes hazy with lust. His kisses were one thing, but now he had moved his hand down to the downy, burning spot between her legs. He raised one eyebrow at her as he stroked her clit with the knuckle of one finger, the pressure teasingly light. Moaning in delight, she arched her back, pressing against his hand. Had it not been for Nate’s strong arm supporting her, she would have fallen backwards in her abandon. It was like torture, yet so pleasurable Chelsea felt her mind go blank.
    His lips found her nipple and he nibbled it gently. Chelsea tried to moan, tried to cry out, but she had moved beyond that into a world of pleasure beyond sound, beyond anything but body and movement. She wiggled her hips against Nate, encouraging him, asking him for what she wanted with her body.
    After what seemed like an eternity of sliding his fingers along her slick swollen flesh, he finally slipped one long finger inside before teasingly taking it almost all the way out again. Chelsea pressed her hips down against him, mindlessly needing the pressure there. He obliged, finding a rhythm with his finger that he matched with his tongue against her sensitive, hard nipple.
    Nate slipped his finger out again and Chelsea moaned in protest. He had gotten her so close, the tension coiling in her, ready to release. She glared up at him and he growled as he picked her up and carried her the few feet to his desk. He set her down gently, allowing her legs to dangle from the edge.
    “Comfy?” he asked with a grin.
    She was spread out before him, her body naked, thrumming with need. No, she wasn’t comfy. She was nearly crazy from wanting him and he was standing there with his jeans on. The sight of his abdominal muscles curving into the low slung waistband made her mouth go dry. Near frenzied, she pulled at the button of his jeans, running her hands down smooth skin as she slid them off his hips and smiling with delight when his erection bobbed out to greet her.
    “Better now,” she managed to say.
    She leaned up to kiss him, licked his lower lip while sliding her hand up and down his hard shaft. He groaned and soon took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers and reinserting his finger in her. Her pussy was wet and pulsing with need and his finger was no longer enough. Chelsea grabbed his ass with both hands, urging his hips towards her own.
    He made a noise for her