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  And Cadence rode it. Up and up, higher than she'd ever been, the stop and go stutter of her climax building until she thought she might die. Actually die, stop her heart, burst open the pleasure centers of her brain, but damn, she'd die with a smile on her face.

  "You are absolutely beautiful." She came back to earth long enough to hear him say, with something like awe in his voice. "Like you're on fire."

  "I am on fire," she tried to answer, but all that came out was a breathy moan.

  She became aware of his erection pressing against her thigh. She wanted it inside her. The thought of it, his hard length deep in her core, made orgasm ripple through her again, but again she hovered at the top without quite going over.

  She wasn't quite sure how it happened--only that their eyes met and then he was grappling at his belt buckle while she tore his shirt over his head. They wrestled, each striving toward the common goal of getting him naked. He fumbled with the waistband of his boxer briefs and she helped to push them over his muscular thighs.

  They'd become a tangle of limbs, a writhing, struggling mass of lust and desire, and the picture they made caused Cadence to laugh, even as her body strained toward climax. Her lover joined her, shaking his head, his chuckle interspersed with short, brief gasps Cadence found incredibly sexy.

  He rolled on top of her, his cock a stiff, hot branch between her knees and paused.

  "Oh. Ummm," Cadence said, thinking fast. Please, Marnia, let your surprise come with all the accessories. "In the box?"

  The larger box that had once contained the butterfly in its packaging still rested on the bed above her head. The man snagged it with a forefinger, his movement bringing his chest deliciously close to her mouth. Cadence took full advantage of it. Yum. Salt and musk, with a hint of something sweet.

  Her kiss and the accompanying nibble made him groan. He pulled the box toward them and dumped it out at their sides.

  "Thank you, Ms. Attitude," Cadence murmured at the sight of the dozen or so silver foil packets scattered on the comforter.

  The man snapped one up, moved off her just enough to tear open the wrapper and slide the thin latex over his erection. His hands were shaking, and despite her super-aroused state, Cadence had the time to find that tiny touch of nervousness endearing. She reached to help him smooth the condom, then kept up the caress to cup his balls. He bit his lip, face twisting into a grimace as she ran her finger along his sweet spot.

  "I have to ask," he said, his deep and somehow familiar voice shaking a little, just like his hand. "If you're sure...."

  Marnia had told her how the escorts always made very, very certain to get explicit permission before making any moves.

  "Hell, yes!"

  He didn't ask again. The man slid into her with a shift of his hips assisted by his hand. He filled her completely. His pubic bone pressed on her clit and he rolled inside her, thrusting just enough to move without breaking the contact.

  She probably muttered something incomprehensible, but all the words seemed stuck in her throat. She came. Hard. Like flying, like falling. Like cannon fire. Her pleasure erupted inside her, centered in her clit, and tore its way through her entire body from toes to top, so fierce she wanted to, tried to scream, but couldn't.

  He ducked his head into the curve of her neck, making his shoulder a too-tempting target for her teeth. She bit him harder than she meant to, then sucked the wound when he yelped and thrust harder in response.

  His rhythm changed. He pulled out, thrust in, smoothly. Cadence came again, almost immediately on top of the first orgasm. She clamped her legs around the back of his legs and pushed him closer into her.

  Her nails scored his back and he yelped again, but didn't stop. His thrusts got ragged, his breath jumped out of his throat along with a gasp and a moan so sexy it made her come again. Just like that, third time's a charm, something she'd never done or imagined she could do.

  He buried himself inside her with a sigh. His cock throbbed, another new sensation for her, and Cadence held him as tightly as she could against her body before her arms became too limp to grip. They fell away.

  His weight wasn't unpleasant, just another part of the sex blur she'd just undergone. When, after a minute, he rolled off her, a low noise of protest snuck out of her before she could stop it.

  That noise, that sound of pure content, snapped her awake. Her eyes flew open. The post-orgasm languor fled, leaving her with stiff limbs, flushed cheeks and a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  His hand still rested just beneath her breasts. His breath puffed gently on her cheek. He still smelled damn fine, but now his scent mingled with the tang of sweat and satiation.

  "Wow."

  Cadence closed her eyes. "Yeah."

  He got up on one elbow, took care of the condom, then lay back down next to her. "That was unexpected."

  The sinking feeling grew worse. Cadence sat up, glad she still wore her bra. It offered only a little coverage, but it was better than nothing. She tugged the coverlet over her bottom half as casually as she could without looking like she suffered from a bad case of after-fuck guilt.

  "Marnia didn't send you, did she." It was a statement, not a question.

  The man ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair and rolled onto his back, completely unconcerned with his nakedness. "Marnia Disson? The actress?"

  "Yes. She didn't send you."

  He looked at her with one eye, the other closed as if in contemplation. "No. I don't know her."

  "Oh, shit." Cadence sat up, trying very hard not to cry.

  The man sat up too and put a hand on her shoulder until she turned to face him. "Bernie didn't set this up?"

  Cadence shook her head, her voice stolen by mortification. The man reached over way less subtly than she had and covered his lap with the spare pillow.

  "Oops."

  The incongruous statement made her laugh even though she didn't feel like it. "I thought...I guess it doesn't matter what I thought."

  "I thought something, too," the man admitted. His grin seemed somehow shy, his ears still pink. He looked up at her.

  They stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time.

  "I've never done that before," Cadence said finally. At his cocked eyebrow, she continued, "Had sex with a stranger."

  "Ahh." He bit his lip a bit and looked around the room. "Well, you're pretty good at it."

  She knew she was gape-mouthed with surprise, but couldn't help it. "What the hell were you doing, sneaking into my room on a room service cart anyway? Are you insane?"

  He frowned. "Did you think I was on the menu? What did you order, dessert with a side of beefcake? What exactly did you think I was?"

  "A gift!" she cried. "From my friend Marnia!"

  He crossed his arms, elbows on the pillow. "What kind of friend sends a man over to her friend's room to have sex with her?"

  "A good friend," Cadence shot back. "What kind of man sneaks into a woman's room on the bottom of a room service cart and then gives her the best sex she's ever had?"

  The words hung between them. He gave her another half-shy grin that nonetheless had a sexiness that dove straight between her thighs. "Best ever?"

  Cadence covered her face. "This is a nightmare. Please say it's a nightmare."

  "Hey," the man said. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Listen, I'm sorry. You said you were sure. I admit I was a little surprised. I thought you were supposed to be talking to me about doing some charity work. I didn't expect you to come on to me like that--"

  Cadence groaned. "Do you always leap on top of women who proposition you like that?"

  "No." Silence for a moment. "I know I have a rep for it, but the truth is, no. I don't."

  She peeked at him through her fingers. "No?"

  He shook his head. "Really."

  She didn't know why, but all at once she wasn't so embarrassed. "You still haven't explained what you were doing under my cart."

  He scratched at his