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she was wet, and he found her bud and rolled it. She curled into him, groaning, and tasted the salty skin of his neck. He turned her gently and pressed her toward the wall. She laid her forehead on her arms and rocked as he plucked her nipples, crying in pleasure.
    She wanted him inside her. She could feel his desire, and her imagination was far more wicked than his fingers. His hands trailed down her body, setting off a charge in every cell, before he palmed the curves of her hips.
    “God, you’re beautiful.”
    Gooseflesh popped out on her skin, and he made a deep, satisfied noise when his returning fingers found the taut flesh of her aureoles. He lifted her hair and kissed her nape, and she turned, meeting his mouth hungrily. Then she bent her arms around his neck and lifted herself off the ground. He responded automatically to her invitation, spreading her thighs and entering her slowly.
    “Oh, oh,” she whispered.
    He was thicker than she’d ever known, and she locked her ankles behind his back, amazed to discover how much he made her burn without even moving.
    He bumped her gently against the wall—once—and the friction nearly lifted her out of her skin.
    “Oh, no.”
    “Oh, yes.”
    Cupping her buttocks, he coaxed her open further with a second bump.
    She dug her fingers into his back, taking in the musky scent of his skin. He thrust a third and fourth time.
    A phone buzzed to life. Instantly she patted the pocketof her shirt, which still hung loosely on one shoulder, and found the object in question, nearly bobbling it as she did.
    “What is it?” she asked breathlessly.
My little sister,
she mouthed.
    He nodded, his eyes glittering. “Hang up.”
    “I can’t,” she said, hand over the mouthpiece. “She’s home alone.”
    “Hang up.”
    “What, Jill? No, that was the photographer. He’s, ah, asking me about a shot.”
    Axel snorted. He pressed Ellery carefully against the wall and began a more determined beat, lifting her a few inches skyward with each thrust.
    “What? No. Where?” Ellery crushed her eyes closed, trying to listen
and
ride this bucking wave. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I-I-” The phone slipped from her ear.
    Axel grabbed it. “Jill, hi. It’s Axel.” He listened for a moment and gave Ellery an interested look. “Yes,
that
Axel. Sorry, your sister’s looking at a shot. She thought it looked better in landscape, but she’s realizing she was completely wrong. Where are you going?” He nodded. “All right. Call with their home number when you arrive.” He paused, listening. “Hard to say. Depends on your sister, really. We could be done fast, or it could take all night.”
    He closed the phone, dropped it on his discarded jeans and slipped his hand between her legs.
    “Is she…?” Ellery asked, disoriented
    “Probably.”
    “I should—”
    “Yes, you should, but tonight just doesn’t seem to be the night for it.”
    He lifted her from the wall and began a slow procession toward the balloon room, each step punctuated with a deep pump that fanned the flames licking at her belly.
    She wanted to ride him, to rake her sensitive flesh along his burning length, heedless of anything but her own desire while he groaned beneath her.
    When they reached the room, he lowered her to the bench, and she rolled him to his back.
    His eyes widened in surprise, and she grinned, rocking her hips forward and back, putting that fine iron thickness to use. A smattering of bronze hair edged the outlines of his chest. He was more muscular than she’d expected, and he rested his head on an arm as he watched the undulations and the crisp bounce of her breasts. She’d heard someone whisper once that Axel liked to snort coke off of that TV reporter’s breasts. Ellery had never seen him do anything more than pills and a lot of beer, and she wondered how reliable a rumor it was. But if it was true, she wondered if that was what he had been thinking about when he looked at