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into his thick hair, cradling
his skull and holding his mouth right there while she bucked against him,
trying to deepen his kiss. He began sucking on her bud, still flicking it with
his tongue.
    Eileen writhed madly against him, clutching his head and
pumping her hips.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her whispered litany was broken by
sharp gasps and low moans as his skilled mouth and tongue brought her closer
and closer to climax without giving her release.
    He cupped her ass with one hand, supporting her as he
plundered her with his mouth. Then his other hand reached past what he was
doing with his tongue and found her vagina.
    He teased her, slipping one, then two, then three
fingers just past the sensitive ridge of muscle. She shook, trembling under his
onslaught, and locked her thighs around his neck.
    “Yes. Yes. Please. Now. Yes.”
    His fingers thrust deeply into her vagina just as his
teeth bit lightly on her clitoris. Eileen came in a blinding rush, all light
and heat and wave after wave of fluid pouring out of her that he lapped and
suckled.
    She floated, Dermot’s skilled
hands and mouth keeping her body hot and excited while her mind and spirit spun
in wheeling ecstasy. Gradually, her passion cooled, and she returned to
awareness to find herself fully clothed and sitting
cradled in Dermot’s lap on the back seat. His free hand was tucked beneath her
shirt, softly caressing her breast.
    “Welcome back to Earth,” he whispered. “Did you have a
nice flight?”
    “Yes,” she answered. “Oh, yes.”
    She closed her eyes and leaned against his wool-clad
chest, wishing his suit coat and crisp shirt were gone so she could feel his
heated skin beneath her cheek. She heard the steady beat of his heart, and
snuggled closer.
    His hand closed over her breast, as if he wanted to feel
her heartbeat as well, and he held her quietly. The only sound was the gentle
swell of violins, building to the final crescendo of the music.
    The limousine lurched, rocking them forward then back
against the upholstery. Eileen lifted her head to look out the window. They
were turning onto a narrow street, almost impassibly cluttered with double
parked cars. Scraggly trees struggled for life amid the exhaust fumes, their
narrow circles of dirt imprisoned within larger squares of concrete. People
bundled in heavy coats strode briskly along the sidewalk, their heads down and
shoulders hunched as if they battled a strong wind. The buildings’ brown and
gray polished marble and granite walls reflected distorted views of the cars
and pedestrians.
    The limousine lurched again, turning to squeeze between
two marble pillars flanking a cobblestone circular drive that passed underneath
one of the buildings. Bumping over the uneven surface, the limousine slowly
drew even with an elderly black doorman liveried in the same brown and gray as
the building.
    Dermot released her, sliding her onto the seat beside
him. The limousine slowed to a stop and the electronic locks popped open. No
sooner had she heard the click, than the doorman swung open the limousine’s
door.
    The tiny doorman peered inside the car. “Good evening
Mr. Stone, ma’am. Would you like a hand?”
    Eileen thought it was more likely that she would pull
the man into the car than that he could successfully pull her out of it.
    “I can manage.”
    He nodded his head and stepped aside, holding the door
so that it wouldn’t swing back and hit her as she exited. Dermot followed her
out of the limousine a moment later.
    “Good evening, Clarence. Has your grandson heard back on
his audition yet?”
    “Not yet, sir.” He shut the car
door and hurried ahead of them to open the glass door into the building. “By
Tuesday, they said.”
    “I hope he gets it.”
    “I’ll tell him you said so, sir.”
    Feeling completely ignored, Eileen walked up a short
flight of brown marble steps to a bank of elevators. The nearest one was
already waiting with the door open.
    She stepped inside, joined a