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white obelisk of the Washington Monument in the distance. A floating metal staircase led to the second story. A fireplace made of stacked slate separated the living room from the kitchen, its rock walls going all the way up to the highceiling. Black leather couches and an impossibly thick white rug were arranged in front of the fireplace.
    “Did you kill a polar bear?” Anna asked, pointing at the rug.
    “No, just a helpless little alpaca. I got it in Peru.” He took her hand and led her to the hearth, where she bent down to touch the soft fur.
    Nick pushed a button hidden in the slate, and flames whooshed up in the fireplace. Anna stood up, laughing. “Do you have a mirror that comes out of the ceiling, too? Maybe a vibrating bed?”
    “You think I’m putting the moves on you?”
    Anna nodded. “Not that that would be such a bad thing.”
    Nick gently turned her to face him. He cupped her cheek with his hand, tracing her chin with his thumb.
    “Anna, I’ve wanted to do this since law school.”
    He slowly brought his face to hers. His breath was sweet and warm. Anna’s stomach flipped as his lips softly touched hers. All of her muscles tensed, then slowly relaxed. She melted into his body and drew him closer. He stroked her face with the back of his hand, then trailed his fingers down her neck and shoulder blades. She mirrored his touch, her tongue lightly exploring his, her hands wandering over the lithe muscles of his chest and stomach. Between kisses, Nick whispered that she was beautiful, stunning, exquisite, incandescent. She smiled and whispered back that he was a thesaurus.
    She knew that his flattery, his wine-plying, his Rico-Suave bachelor pad were all part of a seduction game plan, and she wondered how many times he had used these moves before. Still, she was into it. She felt warm and tingly, relaxed yet excited, and very aroused. Warmth spread through her belly as he massaged the small of her back.
    Kissing him, she pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He deftly peeled off her clothes and then his own, so expertly she hardly noticed it, and lowered her onto the white rug. Anna giggled at the feel of fur on her back. She looked at Nick’s body as he stretched out next to her. He was lean but athletic, with the long, sinewy muscles of a runner. His skin glowed golden in the firelight.
    She closed her eyes again as he brought his mouth to hers. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over her clavicle to her breasts, where he traced butterfly-soft circles across her nipples. She moaned as his tongue followed and elaborated the trail his fingers had made. He covered her stomach with gentle caresses and flicks of his tongue, exploring the hollow of her belly, the gentle rise where her hip bonesprotruded, the downy-soft ticklish crease where her thighs met her hips. As his head went farther down, she pulled him up by his shoulders.
    “No, Nick,” she murmured, concerned not with her reputation or virtue, but when was the last time she’d had a bikini wax.
    “Anna, I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time. You wouldn’t deprive a desperate man of his fantasy, would you?” He kissed her lips as his fingers stroked where his mouth had been headed.
    Anna sighed and shook her head as waves of pleasure rippled up her spine. She relaxed and let him do what he wanted, which, it turned out, was exactly what she wanted. He slowly descended again, bringing his mouth between her thighs, using his tongue and fingers to explore her, first gently and then with building pressure and urgency. Anna arched her back and cried out as she climaxed.
    Nick paused for a moment, letting her catch her breath.
    “Do you have a condom?” she breathed at last.
    “Don’t worry,” he whispered.
    She looked down, and saw that he was already wearing one, although she hadn’t noticed him taking it out. This man is a virtuoso, she thought, or some kind of evil genius. She pulled him up toward her, desperately