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pull it too tight. Then he kissed her again until she sighed, contented.
    “You said you had fantasies about me,” she murmured between kisses. “Tell me one.”
    Bram grinned to himself. She was playing right into his hand.
    “Yes. It starts with this zipper.” He dragged down the zipper of her slacks and unsnapped the clasp at the top. Light-blue panties winked at him from between the folds of clothing. Very nice. He’d deal with those soon enough.
    “And then what?” she said, her breath quickening.
    “Then the slacks come off.” He slid them off her until her exquisite skin and all of the light-blue panties were revealed.
    “Yes?” she rasped out.
    “Then, in my fantasy, I get to place my tongue here.” He moved his mouth to her belly button, ringed it with his lips and then licked. “And my hand here.” He slipped his fingers underneath the band of her soft undergarments to reach the wetness between her legs. He pressed against her soft skin until she moaned.
    “Bram…”
    “ Mmm -hmm?” He licked and pressed and, finding the warm space just below the pads of his fingers, pushed slightly inward.
    “You…you can…” She wriggled beneath his grasp.
    “Am I getting closer, Shannon?”
    She laughed then sucked in some air. “Yes, dammit .”
    “Well, good. You’re perfectly positioned for what I want to do next.” And with that, he thrust two of his fingers in all the way. She gasped. Then, still using his tongue on her naval and adding his thumb to the sensitive area just above his fingers, he grabbed both of her wrists with his free hand and held them firmly. The other hand tangoed with her until he got his fantasy: She screamed his name.
    Once she’d had a chance to catch her breath, he loosened his grip on her wrists and helped her tug off the blindfold. She stared at him for a long time before reaching into the Easter basket and pulling out one of the flavored condoms.
    “My turn now,” she said, stepping onto the carpet and waving the foil packet in the air. “I love strawberry.”
    He was already as hard as concrete, so whatever flavor she chose would’ve been just dandy. “Me, too.”
    She nodded. “Stand up, take your pants off and turn around.”
    He squinted at her.
    “My fantasy,” she informed him. “Just do it.”
    He shrugged and did as the lady asked.
    “The boxers, too, Bram.”
    When he was standing there, his naked ass to her, he felt the familiar scrap of black fabric encircle one wrist and then the other. She tied his hands firmly behind his back then turned him face forward again at the edge of the bed.
    “I think you’d better sit down,” she said, ripping open the packet and grinning at him.
    “A damn good idea,” he agreed as she slid the condom over his erection and brought her mouth down on it. And, a few minutes later, he was glad for the soft comfort of the bed as the force of his desire propelled him backward and Shannon’s sweet mouth caused his release.
    When was the next holiday at this place? Wasn’t Earth Day coming up soon? May Day? Cinco de Mayo?
    Hell, he’d take any one of them, and he’d tell Miranda to clear his calendar for a month, if that was what it took, to get him back to Shannon.

    ***

    Shannon crept out of the Astaire Suite at around three-thirty a.m., through the hallway, down the stairs and back to her room.
    Her body still trembled in a hundred places from Bram’s touch. One glance in her mirror and she saw she looked as tousled and flushed as she felt. And it felt… marvelous .
    She’d never celebrated Easter Sunday quite like this.
    Bram had fallen into a deep slumber sometime after midnight and, though they didn’t completely join their bodies during the evening, Shannon wouldn’t claim to be anything but absolutely satisfied by the experience.
    At least from a physical standpoint. That man worked amazing deeds with his fingers.
    He didn’t push her farther than she’d wanted to go. He didn’t become some guy she