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until she lowers her weight onto his hardened length. He closes his eyes with a moan and places his hands on her upper thighs, holding her in place as he rocks up into her.
    She glides over him, rubbing herself against his dress pant-covered erection. After a moment of tortuous pleasure, she brings her hands to his belt and unbuckles his pants. She unzips them and lifts herself up so she can reach inside his underwear and grab his cock. It’s warm and soft, perfectly smooth. She longs to taste him.
    He groans at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily.
    With her hand still wrapped around his erection, she leans down against his chest. She takes his mouth in hers and pumps him softly, pulling him to an agonizing size.
    He flips them both over, wrenching her hand away and using his feet to kick off his pants. He grinds firm circles against her core and assaults her neck.
    She runs her red nails down his spine and loses herself in his assault.
    He licks along the tight muscle of her neck before grazing her shoulder with his teeth.
    She raises her hips and wraps her legs around his middle, pulling him tight.
    He moans and grabs her ass, digging his fingers into flesh as he pulls her harder against him.
    She cries out in pleasure and pushes him away, ignoring the question in his eyes as she stands to remove her underwear. She slips them down to reveal a perfectly manicured cunt—soft, downy hair hides her most intimate place. She steps out of one of her heels, but stops when Salt reaches out for her ankle.
    “Leave them on,” he commands with a seductive smile.
    She slips her foot back into the shoe.
    Streetlights from far below illuminate the dark room, creating an ethereal glow. The bed is flanked by two marble-topped bedside tables. She also spots a large television mounted on the wall and a small dresser in the corner. A wall of glass opens onto the night, but there are no buildings nearby, only an expansive view of Central Park.
    The darkness calls to her. She approaches the window, exposed and lightheaded from desire. She doesn’t usually let herself go like this, and needs a moment to regain control. It’s this man, his lips, his confidence—he sends her mind into a tailspin until all that remains is her body and heart. He represents something dangerous, something she’s learned to avoid.
    When she turns around, Salt is close behind her. His proximity dispels her clouds of doubt until all she can feel is him.
    “The view is beautiful.” She returns to the visage.
    “It’s the best thing about this place. That and how private it can be.”
    “You have good taste.”
    He wraps his arms around her, and she settles against the warmth of his chest. “I do.”
    She turns in his arms and they kiss—a gentle, soft caress.
    He takes her hand and leads her away from the window toward the bed.
    Intimacy replaces the playful tone of their embrace as she lies down before her new lover. His bed is large, the headboard covered in books and half-consumed bottles of water.
    He crawls over her naked form, hovering for a moment so he can take in all of her before descending to her lips. He places his hand on her jaw and they kiss.
    She wraps her arms around him and runs her hands down his defined back.
    He pulls away and looks her in the eyes. A smile, a flash of something wicked, and finally, hooded desire. He reaches into the drawer of his bedside table. With ease, he pulls off his underwear, revealing his throbbing erection.
    Before he has a chance to open the condom he’s retrieved, she moves lower, taking him into her mouth. His size stretches her lips and a warm flood rushes through her, readying her to receive him. She swirls her tongue around the ridge of his tip, tasting the sweet drop of his desire. The skin is so smooth it slides across her lips like silk. She takes him in, pulling his cock deep into her throat in a slow movement, making him suck in a breath.
    Salt laces his fingers through her hair.
    She slides