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looked back down at him, despondent, she could only see the corners of his eyes pulling into a haughty satisfaction that said this had been his plan all along. The devious bastard.
    He gave the inside of her thigh a heavy kiss and backed away, standing with his eyes locked tight to her body. Jasmine could feel the height of her arousal now, centering in her core and nearly embarrassing her – or it would if Ethan hadn’t been down there to find out for himself.
    “Jasmine.” Both syllables were soft, although that man must be seriously straining against his trousers by now. “Let me give you a taste of what I have in mind for us.”
    “For us.” It wasn’t about him. Or if it was, he would at least build up the illusion that it was partly about her as well. He’s charming. Too suave. Jasmine fought against her hormones to remind herself that this was not love. This wasn’t anything more than trial sex to see if they really wanted to make an arrangement for a limited time.
    Oh what ever. He could turn Jasmine around, bend her over, and roughly take her at this point, and she wouldn’t care.
    Ethan took her by the hand and helped her down from the end table. Jasmine stumbled without the help of one of her heels. But Ethan caught her in those strong arms of his, and before she knew it, her other shoe was off and she was being led to the bedroom.
    “No,” he said, closing the door and watching Jasmine try to shimmy out of her sleeves. “Leave your dress on for now. It’s striking on you.”
    “This old thing? I got it at Ross like six months ago.” Did this man know what Ross was?
    “It’s a good thing they had it on sale there that day.” Ethan escorted her to the bed, a massive thing covered in a dark blue comforter. The bedroom was as sparse and un-personalized as the living room, but Jasmine wouldn’t be looking at the decorations soon enough. The moment her body hit the bed she saw Ethan finally unzip his pants.
    He didn’t have to say what he wanted. One look, and with Jasmine like this? He could have asked for her to fling open the window and lasso the moon to Earth and she would have attempted it if it meant getting an end-game to this affair.
    In comparison, sitting up and pulling him out of his trousers was much easier.
    Goodness. Jasmine hoped that Ethan couldn’t see her face as she looked at his erection. Naturally she had seen her fair share in her day – whether or not they were on a screen was another story – but when she saw one that piqued her arousal even more, well, a girl could hardly control herself. I don’t care what anyone calls me right now. Give it! Didn’t help that it was coming out of an Italian suit custom made for a man with extreme means. Or that said man was caressing her head and letting her dark hair fall through his fingers. But for as controlled as he was in this instance, Jasmine could see his hips jerking a little and hear the ragged breaths in his chest. This was a man who practiced great self-control. He probably needed it for many aspects of his life. She was thankful he spared some of it for sex with her.
    The grunt he let out when she wrapped her hand around him was gratifying.
    Jasmine had to use her left hand to prop herself up on the bed, but she only needed the right one anyway. Her lips could do more than talk, after all. She began by teasing him with a kiss to his tip, and then a line of them down his shaft and toward her hand. When she reached it, she unleashed her tongue upon him, tasting his sweat and imbruing herself in his musk.
    Ethan retained his self-control until her tongue reached his uncut tip and discovered he was wet there. To Jasmine’s pleasant surprise, it was not offensive to her tongue.
    Does he want to climax here? She didn’t know how far to take this. God knew she wanted to take him into her mouth and finish the job. Not because she wanted out of there or to otherwise have it over, but because watching this man slowly become