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on the keys. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    She hesitantly perched on the end of the piano bench. “I opened my eyes and you were gone. Then I heard you playing, so I came down. Is that okay?”
    She was such an odd mix of bold and insecure. Brash and confident one minute, worried about overstepping the next. She was two women occupying the same space and uncertain which one she wanted to be. His fingers skated through a trill, oscillating back and forth as if to mimic the indecision that seemed to define her.
    “Nicolai?”
    “Do you want to be here?”
    “Yes.”
    It gave him a jolt of satisfaction to hear the confident tone in her voice. “Then don’t ask. Just be here.”
    “I suppose I spend too much time letting other people tell me what to do.”
    “I’d have said otherwise.” He stretched his left hand to reach a long chord that rolled from the bottom to the top in four rhythmic notes.
    She twisted her hands in the sheet. “This isn’t my regular life.”
    “People will tell you what to do when you let them. Listening to others isn’t a bad thing. You just have to be able to acknowledge your own ability to make choices for yourself.”
    “My life isn’t like that.”
    “Yes. It is. Your life is what you make it, unless you keep letting someone else make it for you.” He stopped playing and stared down into her eyes. “Be careful who you allow to have control in your life. Sometimes even the people closest to us don’t have our best interests in mind.”
    “So if I want something I should just take it?”
    Even in the light cast by the jukebox, he could see the devilish gleam in her green eyes. “Maybe I should be more careful with my advice.”
    She dropped the sheet. He groaned at the sight of her full breasts and lush hips. His cock sprang to attention behind his restrictive jeans.
    “In this case, I don’t think it’d matter which one of us is in control. The end result will be mutually beneficial.” She straddled him, her naked pussy resting against the bulge in his jeans. Cupping his face in her hands, she nipped at his lower lip. Gone was the tentative kiss she’d tried that first time. Hungrily devouring his mouth, she rubbed her tongue alongside his until he was mindless with desire. “This would work so much better if you were naked, Nicolai.”
    He shut the piano lid and set her naked backside against the black finish. Her hands rested lightly on the piano to balance her body. The erotic sight sent his self-control into a tailspin. He unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips and onto the floor. His cock was straining toward her as if it had a mind all its own.
    Gripping her hips in his hands, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. Their bodies were scant centimeters apart. Gently spreading her pussy lips, he ran two fingers through her slit. “You’re wet for me, wild girl.”
    She shuddered at the touch, but a frown creased the skin between her eyebrows. “I forgot to grab a condom from the pile.”
    “I’ve been tested and I’m clean. It’s your call.” Arousal was hazing over his better judgment, but he would trek all the way back upstairs and retrieve the little foil packet if that was what she wanted.
    “I’m on the pill.” He could see the indecision warring on her face.
    Before he could do the responsible thing and go on a quest for prophylactics, she lowered herself onto his erect cock in one agonizing slide.
    The sensation of her liquid heat against his skin was exquisite. No barrier between them, and his cock buried balls-deep in her wet pussy. He threw his head back and cursed. Her lips brushed his throat, her tongue tickling his collarbone as she worked her way down to his nipple. She took the piercing in her mouth, setting her teeth to his sensitive tip and suckling.
    His balls convulsed with the need to climax. Her juices soaked his shaft, making her slide like silk upon his skin. She rocked her hips, grinding his cock against her channel