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           IfishoutbothfoilpacketsthatIfindandlaythemonthebedbyhiships.Two!Myover-eagerfingersreachforthebuttonofhiswaistbandandundoit,fumblingalittle.Iambeyondexcited.

           “Soeager,MissSteele,”hemurmurs,hisvoicelacedwithhumor.Itugdownthezipper,andnowI’mfacedwiththeproblemofremovinghispants…hmm.Ishuffledownandpull.Theyhardlymove.Ifrown.Howcanthisbesodifficult?

           “Ican’tkeepstillifyou’regoingtobitethatlip,”hewarns,thenarcheshispelvisupoffthebedsoI’mabletotugdownhistrousersandhisboxersatthesametime,whoa…freeinghim.Hekickshisclothestothefloor.

           HolyMoses,he’sallminetoplaywith,andsuddenlyit’sChristmas.

           “Nowwhatareyougoingtodo?”hebreathes,alltraceofhumorgone.Ireachupandtouchhim,watchinghisexpressionasIdo.HismouthshapeslikealetterOashetakesasharpbreath.Hisskinissosmoothandvelvety…andhard…hmm,whatadeliciouscombination.Ileanforward,myhairfallingaroundme,andhe’sinmymouth.Isuck,hard.Hecloseshiseyes,hishipsjerkingbeneathme.

           “Jeez,Ana,steady,”hegroans.

           Ifeelsopowerful;it’ssuchanexhilaratingfeeling,teasingandtestinghimwithmymouthandtongue.HetensesunderneathmeasIrunmymouthupanddownhim,pushinghimtothebackofmythroat,mylipstight…againandagain.

           “Stop,Ana,stop.Idon’twanttocome.”

           Isitup,blinkingathim,andI’mpantinglikehim,butconfused.IthoughtIwasincharge?Myinnergoddesslookslikesomeonesnatchedhericecream.