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whispered tenderly.
    She batted her eyes open to find the room in half-light with a bed-stand light at low power providing the only illumination. He sank to the bed, depositing her as he would have a crystal vase that might shatter with any sudden, uncalculated movements.
    Roxie sank into the mattress on top of the cotton sheets. She suspected the bed had been made up to perfection earlier.
    “I love the color of your eyes,” Charlie said, bending to brush each eyelid in turn with gossamer kisses. “As beautiful as a sparkling sapphire.” The rasp of her jacket’s zipper cleaved the ensuing silence.
    Charlie was about to discover she wore nothing underneath. Only a pair of shell pink, lace-edged panties. Earlier, as she showered, she’d wanted to surprise him and being bare was as good as any.
    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured, her heart beating erratically. The zipper was all the way down to her waist.
    He unhooked it, and she saw him suck in a breath. His pupils narrowed as his lips crooked in a grin.
    “You’re not wearing anything,” he whispered in awe.
    Grinning, she swept the fronts of the leather apart and bared her breasts.
    “Oh God,” was all she heard him say then he leaned forward, and said, “You can grab my ass any time,” and laved her erect nipple.
    Roxie squirmed and did exactly as he’d suggested. She reached around him, clamped her palms to his ass cheeks and squeezed for good measure.
    “Easy there, honey,” came his garbled voice. “I can’t grow another pair.” He suckled her other nipple and trailed kisses to her navel.
    It was her turn to moan as she stroked his backside. “Take your trousers off,” she muttered urgently, needing to feel his hard cock nestled against her thighs. Too late, she noted her use of the word ‘trousers’. Did working women use that name for a man’s pants?
    “You were making good headway downstairs.” He chuckled, effortlessly hefted himself to his feet and shucked off his remaining clothes.
    Unable to help herself, Roxie pulled herself to one side, leaned up on one elbow, and stared. The breath caught in her throat and refused to release. Charlie was every bit man. His chest was lightly matted with fine, dark hairs, and his whole body was tanned. His abs were hard angles and planes. His waist was small, and his rigid cock was the largest she’d ever seen. She’d suspected as much when she’d ground her hand against him earlier, but now she had visual, tantalizing proof.
    Quickly, before he could stop her, she pulled off her pants, reveling in the appreciation she found in his gaze. Impossibly, his penis became wider and larger right before her eyes. That’s all for me, she thought in wonder.
    “I want to slide my cock into your wet pussy,” he murmured, kneeling beside her. The mattress sagged to accommodate his weight, and his musky scent wafted around her drawing her into his sexual web. Idly, his index finger traced a circle on the outside of her upper thigh, tickling then mesmerizing her. He could do anything he wanted, and she would be his, but it could only be for this one night.
    Honeyed juice trickled down between her legs.
    “I want that too.” Her voice of invitation was like the wind whispering through new, early summer leaves. Keeping her eyes on his face, she scissored her legs apart, and edged her finger to the wet pearl that must surely be glistening in the low light from the lamp. Her thighs trembled.
    His hand clamped over her wrist so quickly she hardly dared to think anyone could be so swift. “No,” he ground out. “Let me do that.”
    With gentle firmness, he settled her hand at her side. His gray eyes sparkled.
    Feminine pleasure shot through Roxie again. She would never have guessed that morning that she’d be lying naked in a virile man’s bed that night.
    He spread her legs wider, knelt between her legs and gazed for a long while between her thighs.
    “What do you see?” she asked in a husky