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what was
she waiting for?
    “Like, can we pay the bill and get
out of here.” Since she’d already slipped off her shoes, Beth kept her gaze
locked on his as she slowly skimmed her foot up the inside of his leg. “I think
it’s time to end my slump.”
    With a feral gleam in his eyes,
Marco called for the check.
     
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Marco wanted to take her back to his
place, but Beth insisted they go to hers. She’d spruced up her bedroom
specially and somehow felt more confident in her own habitat.
    Now, as he stood in her little
sitting room filling the space again, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d made the
right decision.
    He moved close, took her bag from
her shoulder, and placed it on the nearby chair. He took her face in his hands,
tilted her chin up until her mouth was inches from his. Then without a word, he
kissed her. His mouth was soft and ripe, traces of coffee and chocolate from
the dessert they’d shared on his warm breath.
    Beth opened her mouth as he took the
kiss to another level, his tongue probing for entry and then clashing with
hers. One taste of his tongue and Beth felt something explode inside her. She
wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against him, his hands gripping
her hips to keep her stable as he ground his cock into her aching pussy.
    She felt her cotton wrap slip from
her shoulders and fall to the floor at the same moment Marco reached up for the
zip of her dress.
    Delicious shivers ran along her
spine with each area revealed as Marco slid down the zip. He drew away the
shoulder straps and eased the dress down her arms, past her waist and hips,
until it fell at her feet. With one hand anchoring her at the waist, he reached
with the other and brushed the back of his fingers along the curve of her
breast pushing above the balcony bra.
    “I wondered,” he said as he brushed
her lips with his. “Would your tits be small or large? Would they fit perfectly
into my hands?” He reached around her back for the clasp and relieved her of
her bra, letting it fall next to her dress. Then he reached up and cupped her
breasts, his palms warm against her flesh, his thumbs determined as they
brushed lightly over her nipples. “Oh, yeah. A perfect fit.”
    Beth closed her eyes for a moment,
savoring the feel of his hands on her breasts, the warmth of his skin, the
steady but possessive way he cupped her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he
squeezed her sensitive flesh, just enough to get her eyes open.
    “I like the feel of you against me,”
she breathed. “The way you touch me.”
    “I’ve barely started. You should
know I don’t plan to stop until I’ve explored every damn inch of you.”
    Beth reached up to his black shirt.
Because the top two buttons were already unfastened, she began at the third one
down and began to release them. “I plan on doing the same.”
    Her voice sounded catchy,
breathless. With each button released, she marvelled at his sculpted chest with
its smattering of dark hair, the hard and toned abdomen. When she tugged the
shirt from his trouser waistband, she loved the way his abdominal muscles
clenched.
    Easing the shirt off his shoulders,
Beth watched him as he watched her while popping the buttons at his cuff. She helped
him shrug out of it and tossed it on the chair where her bag lay.
    When she reached for his fly, he
caught her wrist. “My turn.”
    She looked up at him and let her
eyelashes flutter. “But I’m more naked than you are. It’s only fair—”
    “You should know right now that I
don’t play fair. I play to win. Every time.”
    He stepped back and Beth felt
suddenly conspicuous in her undressed state. She had only her panties on, if
you didn’t count her flat pumps. “I didn’t realize this was a competition and
you’re keeping score.”
    “Playing to win always involves
keeping score.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his fingers
around the edges of her panties.
    Beth sucked in a