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of heat ignited in her lower belly. This was the
man she had spent months talking to and texting, the man she had
shared her secret desires with, the man that had made her come
again and again and left her satisfied without ever having touched
her. She drank him in, her eyes hungrily taking in all the curves
and contours of his broad chest, his long, lean thighs. He rose to
his feet and a tingling thrill of pure lust rushed over her. Simone
loved tall men and her Alec was a full head taller than she
was.
    “Well,” he said, flashing her a grin so full
of erotic promise her panties almost melted, “I am a lucky man
indeed.”
    The flutter in her belly intensified, and she
was hyperaware of his touch as he helped her into the chair beside
him. Their knees touched and the rough scrape of his jeans against
her bare skin sent shivers down Simone’s spine. It was hard to be
this close to him, her head full of his clean, delightful scent,
and not wonder about the size and shape of his cock. Maybe he’d ask
her back to his place for ‘coffee’ later. She very much hoped
so.
    And when they talked, it was just like on the
phone, that same instant, comfortable connection. He told her about
his ride to the venue, the detour he had to take, almost getting
lost. His voice washed over and through her and Simone was almost
tempted to close her eyes and drink in the sound of him like she
did during all their late night talks. But this was infinitely
better than even the best of those conversations—here, finally, she
could look at him, feel him beside her, touch his warm skin.
    She was disappointed when the house lights
flickered, signaling the start of the show. She didn’t want to get
up, leave his side, be distracted by concert, but she didn’t
protest when he took her hand and led her toward the stage. She
allowed him to guide her though the gathering crowd as people
swarmed around them, vying for a better view. They squeezed into a
tiny space at the security barricade in front of the stage. Simone
gripped the black, plywood fence. Alec was pressed against her back
and she was intensely aware of the very male presence behind her,
his strong, lean body so very warm and so very close. There was no
opening act tonight and when the band started, the crowd cheered,
their bodies gyrating on the dance floor.

    She moved with the music, bouncing along with
the beat. Alec wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her
firmly against him, and rested his cheek against hers. His warm
breath tickled her shoulder, whispering over the tops of her
breasts and the steady, gentle stream made her nipples pucker.
    “Remember when I asked you to tell me your
favorite fantasy?” he asked.
    Simone’s cheeks flushed as she vividly
recalled the conversation. It had occurred on a night not too long
ago, right after he had led her to amazing heights with his
whispered commands and she had lain panting in a heap in her bed,
exhausted but satisfied. “I remember.”
    His grip tightened around her. “Tell me
again.”
    “I want a handsome stranger to take me from
behind,” she began. His hands moved over waist, up along her ribs,
and she sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed the
undersides of her breasts sending fevered chills racing along her
nerve endings. “A dark, mysterious man that takes me rough and
hard. I want him to use me, fuck me. And I want him to make
me scream when he makes me come.” Her body trembled from the force
of her confession, her innate shyness battling with her undeniable
arousal. She moaned as he caressed her, his hands fueling the fire
already burning deep in her core.
    “Kiss me,” he whispered in her ear, his
breath hot on her throat.
    Liquid heat melt her insides and she turned
her head to nuzzled his nose. His lips touched hers once, lightly,
and she lifted her chin, offering him her mouth. He took her in a
teasing, playful kiss before slipping his tongue into her mouth
with hard, breathtaking