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  He didn’t tease her for long. His fingertip circled lightly on the bump of her clit. The friction of her panties on the tight knot of nerves only added to the pleasure, but hell, she was already so turned on it was a wonder she didn’t come right then and there.

  His hands moved all over her, but she didn’t worry about falling because no matter what he was doing, he never let go. Georgie put her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth back to hers as his hands both moved under her skirt to lift her up enough to slid her panties down, and she was already smiling when he broke off with an exclamation.

  “Bloody hell,” Julian said, pulling back to look at her. “You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?”

  Panties worn over the garter belt, not under. That way he could take them all the way off without getting caught on the garters or the stockings. Julian pushed down the scrap of fabric that had aspired to be underpants and bent to kissing her again. The countertop was cool beneath her buttocks, but compared to the heat in the rest of her body the chill was welcome. He pulled her closer, fingers working the buttons of her blouse and opening it. He slid his hands up to her breasts again, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra, then deftly undoing the front hook and letting the material fall away.

  “Look at you,” he murmured. “Gorgeous.”

  She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts upward, and Julian took the invitation without pause. His mouth closed over one nipple, suckling, and her breath hissed out. His fingers stroked the curls between her legs, before finding her clit again. He pinched it lightly between his finger and thumb, and Georgie jumped a little.

  “Oh, fuck,” she mumbled, startling herself. “That’s…tremblendous…”

  “Yeah?” Julian left her nipple to put his mouth close to her ear. “God, you smell good. What are you wearing?”

  “Vanilla. And me.” She parted her thighs further as his finger dipped down to slide between her folds. When he brought it up again, slickness coated her clit and her fingernails dug into his shoulder so hard he hissed.

  “Fucking hell. Fuck, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” He nuzzled beneath her ear, breathing deep. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

  He was driving her pretty wild, too, with the slow stroke-stroke on her clit. Her breath caught in her throat when he probed lower, nudging against her entrance. God, she wanted him inside her all the way, but all he did was press the tip of his finger inside her pussy while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  Thank God she’d taken a shower in her room because there was no way they were going to last long enough to use his. “Put your mouth on me, Julian.”

  Georgie had never said that before. Not to anyone. But here and now she didn’t care. All she could think about was him tasting her, of how his tongue would feel caressing her clit, how much she wanted to feel his hair tickling the insides of her thighs.

  She put a hand on each side of her and gripped the counter. In one smooth series of motions, Julian ran his tongue down her throat and over her breasts, down her ribs and her belly while he pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist. Georgie leaned back, her head pressing the mirror behind her. She spread her legs, waiting, and Julian didn’t disappoint.

  He kissed her between the legs with as much finesse as he’d wooed her mouth. When his tongue flicked out to flutter on her clit, she lifted her hips with a small cry. Julian’s hands grabbed her hips and held her against his mouth as he licked and stroked her pussy with his tongue.

  “Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart,” she heard him say. “Make that noise again for me.”

  As if she could help it. Primed by years of mental masturbation, Georgie couldn’t have stayed quiet if she’d had duct tape across her mouth. And she didn’t want to. Her own cries of pleasure, the noises he was pulling from her with every lick, turned her on as much as anything else.

  Julian’s hand traveled over her thigh, down the smoothness of her stocking-clad calf. “I fucking love this,” he muttered. “A woman in stockings. I want to fuck you with these still on, Georgiana.”

  He kissed her thigh, nibbling, and slid his tongue along the seam at the back of her stocking. The touch tickled the back of her knee, and he was up again, face buried between her legs, tongue dancing on her clit.

  She put a hand on his head. Her hips rocked. Her ass slid a bit on the smooth marble counter and her fingers gripped the edge hard enough to hurt, but she barely noticed the ache. All she could think of was Julian’s tongue against her pussy, licking.

  He pushed a finger inside her, stroking her inside as well as out, and she tensed. She was going to come. His tongue slowed, and she groaned. He kissed her clit, then blew a hot puff of breath against it. His fingers slid in and out slowly. He blew another gust of air.

  Every muscle tensed. Georgie looked down, watching him. Julian licked her once more and then looked up at her as she tumbled over the edge into orgasm.

  It was endless and yet only a moment, an explosion of pleasure that left her gasping his name. She wanted to remember this moment, the details, but her mind refused to take a snapshot. The edges blurred too much. The echo of his name against the bathroom’s tiled walls, the sound of his murmured words of encouragement, the flutter of his dark lashes as he looked up at her, watching her come. The curve of his smile as she shuddered from the force of the climax he’d just given her. They all seemed as clear as diamonds, but in the next moment had already begun to fade and, as she caught her breath, Georgie tried to little avail to gather the strands that would make up the tapestry of this memory.

  Julian got to his feet and kissed her, lingering, before he pulled away to look into her eyes. “You look pensive.”

  “Try sated.” Georgie sighed, smiled and linked her hands behind his neck.

  Julian smiled, too. “I’ve been called a cream puff before. Good thing to see I can make you moan as much as the one you ate downstairs.”

  This glimpse of self-deprecating humor seemed so at odds with his shameless playboy image that Georgie kissed him again to cover her surprise. “Much better than a cream puff. Really.”

  Julian laughed. “I thought maybe I was going to be one-upped by a pastry.”

  He nuzzled her hair and ran his hands up and down her back beneath her open blouse. His fingers played notes on her spine much the way he’d play a keyboard. In spite of the mind-blowing climax she’d just had, a tingle of arousal threaded through her. Thank God for the ability for multiple orgasms.

  She pushed him gently, hopped down from the counter and slipped her arms out of her blouse and bra. She tossed them out the bathroom door onto the bedroom floor, then unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it to add it to the pile. She turned to him, her hands on her hips, resting her weight on one leg to emphasize her curves.

  “I believe you mentioned something about fucking me still wearing this?” She ran a finger along the garter belt’s lacy edge.

  Julian was already undoing the buttons of his shirt. “I remember something like that, yeah.”

  Georgie smiled, moving back toward the bedroom, crooking her finger. “Well, come on, then.”

  Funny how easy being sexy became with an appreciative audience. And Julian was definitely appreciative. He followed her, adding his shirt to the pile on the floor and working open his trousers. He pushed them over his lean hips, the boxer briefs he wore beneath nudging downward to reveal the flat plane of his belly.

  He wasn’t tall and broad like Seth or Brad, but the clothes had made him look thinner than he was. Revealed, his naked chest was muscled, not scrawny. A light scattering of chest hair the color of a lion’s mane surrounded his nipples and threaded a line down his belly to meet a thatch of pubic hair only slightly darker.

  His cock pushed at the front of his briefs, but he stopped with his fingers hooked into the elastic edge while he kicked off the trousers and used one foot to push off a sock, then switched to do the other.

  She’d seen photos of him in b