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  He looked up at her again. “I want to taste you.”

  Julia smiled. “Well, here I am.”

  Grinning, Graham hooked his fingers into her panties and eased them aside. Julia tensed, her grip on the bar tightening. His breath kissed her first. Then, his mouth.

  Oh, God, it was heaven when his lips found her heat. When his tongue stroked the seam of her cunt and opened her, Julia cried out. When he found her clit, already swollen, her hips bucked forward. The hangers rattled, but she didn’t let go.

  Graham licked her just once or twice before sliding a hand under her thigh and lifting her leg over his shoulder. Both hands clutched her ass, then, and held her still while he feasted on her clit. His fingers parted her buttocks, one slipping down her crack to find the often-ignored heat of her anus.

  Fuck, oh, fuck. Graham didn’t probe or push, just gave her the perfect amount of gentle pressure as his tongue lapped and stroked her from the front.

  “Good,” she managed to say. “Oh, fuck, Graham, that’s good.”

  He shifted, hitching her leg farther over his shoulder. His tongue fucked its way inside her, deep as it would go, then out again and up to circle her clit. Her hands, sweating, slipped on the bar. The leg on which she stood trembled, her thigh muscles jumping. Her hips rocked as she fucked his face.

  She’d gone down on him for just this reason, so there’d be no distraction for him when he ate her pussy. Now Julia had time to regret it, because her cunt clutched on nothing, aching to be filled. She wanted him to fuck her hard, against the wall or on the floor.

  Later, she thought as his lips nibbled and teased her, and she smiled.

  He took his hand from her hip and angled it, surprising her when he pushed a finger inside her.

  “Yes!” She risked letting go with one hand so she could fist the other in his hair. His groan might have been of pain, but she didn’t think so.

  His tongue kept up the steady circling on her clit as he stroked his finger in and out. She wasn’t going to last much longer. The triple threat of his tongue on her clit, finger inside her and another pressing her in the back was too much. The hangers rattled harder as Julia shook.

  Her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to stay open. She wanted to see him when she came. She watched Graham’s face as his mouth worked, his eyes closed, lost in his concentration on her cunt.

  “Graham,” she said hoarsely, wanting him to be looking at her when she came. Needing it.

  His eyes opened and his head tilted, though his mouth never left her body. He looked at her. Julia shuddered into orgasm on his smile.

  Graham licked his mouth and bent his head to kiss the inside of her thigh. Julia let go of the bar with one hand as she moved her leg off his shoulder. She touched his hair, then threaded it into her fist.

  At the tug, he looked up. She thought he might speak, but Graham only turned his face to kiss her thigh again before he got to his feet and gathered her into his arms. Julia let out a sigh at the relief of pressure from her palms. She’d been clutching the bar so hard her fingers had gone a little numb.

  Graham took her hands and rubbed them between his. “Are you okay?”

  “I need to sit down.” Julia gestured at the padded chair by the desk, and in a moment Graham had led her there and eased her into it. Her knees, still weak, bent, and she sank gratefully onto the seat.

  There was only one chair, and after a second’s hesitation, he crouched next to her to rub her hands a bit more. “Is that better?”

  His concern touched her, and she nodded before pulling her hands gently from his grip. “Yes. Fine.”

  They stared at each other until she laughed and reached to stroke his cheek. Graham, laughing too, turned his face to press his lips to the inside of her palm. His eyes closed as he leaned into her touch, and Julia caught her breath at the sight.

  “You’d think in a hotel this nice there would be more than one chair,” she said.

  Graham opened his eyes and winked. “Who needs two chairs with a bed that size?”

  “Good point.” She leaned to take his face in her hands and held him, their mouths half an inch apart, before she kissed him. “But right now, you’re on the floor.”

  “Right now,” Graham whispered against her mouth, “I’m right wherever you want me.”

  * * *

  Whirling ghosts of steam danced between them as the shower pumped out hot water on Graham’s back and shoulders. Julia, hair tied on top of her head, soaped up a washcloth and rubbed it over his chest. She dabbed a glob of suds on each nipple and swiped a grin of bubbles on his belly before the water sluiced away the smiley face. She laughed.

  Graham, unable to resist, kissed her.

  Julia’s laugh cut off in mid-giggle, quickly turning to a sigh as her lips parted beneath his. She pulled away after only a second. “Turn around. Let me get your back.”

  “I’m still enjoying what you’re doing to my front.”

  She laughed again, but the steely glint in her eye flashed. “You’ll like what I do to your back, too. I promise.”

  He kissed her again, just because he thought it might please her, but turned obediently after that. This entire night had become like something out of A Thousand and One Horny Fantasies. He wasn’t complaining.

  “Put your hands on the wall.”

  He did, grinning and ducking his head so the water splashed down his back instead of in his face.

  “Tell me something,” Julia said after a minute or two in which she’d done nothing but rub the soapy cloth over his shoulders.

  “Anything you want,” Graham said.

  “Do you trust me?”

  The words reminded him of the first time they’d met, and every muscle in his body tensed. He looked over his shoulder, but Julia’s face had gone serious again and she wasn’t looking at him. She swiped more suds over his back, and Graham turned his face back to the spray.

  “Absolutely,” he said.

  Her hand drifted lower, over his ass. His cock stirred, thinking of round two. The taste and sound of her arousal as he licked her and of knowing he was doing it to her had filled his cock despite the blow job she’d given him. He was going from semi-erect to full-on steel rod now.

  At the touch of her mouth on his back, Graham smiled. Eyes closed, he lifted his face to the water. When her mouth moved farther down the line of his spine and her tongue teased the top of his ass, though, he drew in a breath and moved to turn.

  “Trust me,” Julia said.

  He stayed put, but both hands went up to the wall as he leaned forward a little to keep his face out of the direct spray. Water pounded the back of his neck and shoulders, the heat making tension hard to form. But not impossible. When Julia’s tongue eased along his crack, Graham’s muscles tightened again.

  Her low laughter sent a shudder through him. His cock twitched and filled, stretching until the head tapped his belly. His hands skidded a little on the shower wall as his fingers curled.

  Julia ran her hands over his butt and down to his thighs, then up again, her nails scratching. He felt the heat of her skin against his calves and gulped back a groan. She was...fuck, she was on her knees again. This time, behind him. Her mouth skimmed his ass and her teeth found the hypersensitive spot just below the curve of his cheeks.

  Graham closed his eyes.

  Julia teased his flesh with lips and teeth and tongue. She pushed his feet wider apart and in the next moment her mouth suckled his balls, one, then the other. Graham’s cry was too low to be heard over the sound of rushing water, but he felt it rumble, raw and powerful in his throat.

  Her nose nudged him. At the touch of her tongue stroking and probing Graham couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward. He felt rather than heard her sultry laugh against him, and the intimacy of it, the strangeness, shot fiery desire through his cock.

  In the hours he’d spent thinking of her over the past year, Graham had imagined many things. The scent of her hair. The softness of her