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wrists in his palm. “Of course not. You’re far too refined for anyone to make that mistake.” Instinctively, he lifted his other hand and stroked her face with the back of his hand.
    Her eyes entreated him. To do what, he didn’t know. “Refined? Was it refined of me to throw myself on you like some kind of guttersnipe?”
    “No apologies are necessary.”
    “To fling my arms around you and—oh, hell!”
    And she flung her arms around him and kissed him.
    In a flash, they were on top of the table.
    Levi realized later he must have knocked her there. There was such a sudden groping of limbs, the feel of her satiny locks against his face, her oomph when she hit the table, it was really hard to recall later who had done what to whom.
    But it didn’t matter, because at last Levi had the bounteous Egyptian stunner beneath him. This was what he had craved for so many days, and in a sudden rush of pure lascivious hunger he bent over her. Propped up by one hand only, he swept away the candlesticks, plates, forks, whatever other homey things she had placed there, and smashed his eager mouth to hers.
    The sweet essence of the lupine flowers as they ground beneath her ass rose into his nostrils as she parted her thighs, showing she accepted him. One of her hands grappled with her skirts to free her legs of them, the other arm flung carelessly on the table above her head. When she succeeded in yanking her petticoat and skirt over her knee, she slung her legs about his, locking her ankles behind his thighs. She urged his pelvis into her very core, as though she intended to fuck him through all the layers of clothing.
    Her fingers frantically scrabbled at his necktie knot, and she whipped it away with a whoosh of silk. Not a blade of grass stirred outside, not the faintest scratching of a mouse inside, the room filled with their animal panting and gasping. Levi held himself off her so as not to crush her, but when she slapped her hand to his ass to urge him into her, he near about lost it.
    He remembered the wet spot on his pants after the train ride, the pungent fishy scent her pussy had left against his bulging erection, how he had nearly shot in his pants just from the simple act of a strange woman straddling him. Now he rotated his hips against her, wondering if she could feel the length of his stiff prick against the heat of her pussy. When again the fishy yet flowery aroma of her sex penetrated his nostrils, he wasn’t sure if the slime he felt against his cockhead was hers or his, the drops of seed that seeped out when one was aroused beyond belief.
    “Oh!” She cried out and raised her head to suck on his tattoo—of all things! She munched on his throat like a lioness at a kill, squeezing the globe of his ass, urging him into her. He fell to nipping the outer shell of her ear as he sloppily humped her. She didn’t—couldn’t—mean for him to fuck her on this very table, right here, right now?
    Now her tongue was snaking its frantic way down his collarbone to his pectoral, and she didn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt—just tore it so a couple of buttons pinged on the floor. Levi humped her athletically up the table, cradling her skull in his palm, her sweet little hellcat’s teeth now clamped down around his nipple, and that was when he really lost it.
    Shuddering, choking, holding his breath—dear God, he hadn’t shot inside his pants since he was a raw youth. But Liberty chewed away at his nipple as though she knew why convulsions wracked his body and was evilly intent on continuing it.
    “You,” Levi choked against her shell-like ear, “vixen.”
    And he was fairly certain she chuckled naughtily then.
    Dear God, no matter what this felt like later on, trying to walk around after spurting inside his own pants, it was worth every second of it right now. “You hellcat,” he gasped.
    She was plying one last tickling lick to his nipple when a loud, boorish voice sounded outside the window. It wasn’t