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see ya’ in a bit.”
    I hung up and spun around to find an unbelievably beautiful specimen of a man standing in the archway of the kitchen looking every bit like an Urbanite Sex God he was.  He was dressed in a dark gray suit, crisp light blue shirt and black tie, staring back at me with liquid green eyes, which were the centerpiece of his all too perfect face. They twinkled mischievously. I took a deep breath and my heart started beating faster.  I raised my hand to my chest as I slowly scanned his long muscular body from top to bottom.  From his gleaming black shoes up to his perfectly knotted tie, he looked beautiful, polished… edible.  I licked my lips.
    “You know better than to do that,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his eyes glowing with lust. 
    The site of him standing there with that sexy-assed, hungry look on his face took all but a second to get me all hot and bothered, not to mention wet.  A slow ache spread throughout my nether region.  All I wanted…no needed, right then was to have him on top of me, filling me inch by inch, his hips thrusting, feeling him moving inside me. Pushing all the bad thoughts away. 
    I felt my nipples harden instantly and seeing the direction his gaze traveled, and the impious look in his eyes, I knew without a doubt they had.
    I lowered my gaze to his tight abdomen, down past his slim hips and was able to make out the outline of his semi-hardened erection in his pants.  Cole closed the distance between us and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to the dining room, which happened to have the closest available surface.
    My breathing jagged, my blood burned like fire coursing through my veins. I grabbed his head to mine and kissed him full on the mouth. The taste of him was inebriating and I licked my lips savoring it.
    He let out a growl, his lips grazed mine and he whispered, “I told you what that does to me .”
    He set me down on the top of the table and removed his jacket. Slinging it over the back of a chair, he pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants. He removed his tie and flung it in the general direction of his jacket. He lowered his zipper and pulled his hardened shaft out if his pants...all without breaking the contact our mouths shared.
    I moaned when I felt the burning flesh of his cock rub against my thigh.  He pushed my silk robe off my shoulders and let it fall onto the tabletop, then without skipping a beat, raised my nightshirt over my head tossing it towards the living room.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved closer.
    He ardently kissed my mouth, my neck, my breasts, his tongue inching lower, leaving a trail of searing heat in its path. He spread my legs open and, kneeling before me, parted my moist folds open with his fingers as he dipped the tip of his tongue into my cleft and began eating me with the voracity of a starving man.  He gently pushed me back so that I was lying on the table and lifted my legs over his shoulders. My body was quivering with anticipation as I lay on the tabletop.  I moaned as the tip of his tongue ran over my hardening clit. I suddenly remembered the first time we had sex on a table, and my heart jumped in my chest. I grabbed his head with my hands, sliding my fingers through his thick black hair, reveling in its silkiness.
    I lifted my ass up to meet his scorching mouth as he plunged his tongue into my sex over and over again, repeatedly titillating my swollen clit, sucking gently, stirring my passion.  I came with a ferocity I’ve never known. I heard what sounded like my own voice begging, for what, I was unable to comprehend nor did I care at that moment.  My breathing was ragged in my own ears and my toes curled painfully with the strength of my orgasm.
    Cole was relentless . I screamed out, my head lolling side to side. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up along my body.  He wiped his mouth on my belly on the way up. I lifted myself up onto my arms and