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away from her hips. She folded them on his lap and gripped them as she rode him. He stretched to kiss her. “Beautiful,” he said. “I love watching you enjoy me.”
                  She bit her lip and rocked faster. The crest built until she felt her lower back tense up, and then her orgasm exploded through her body. It started between her legs, and spread like the tremors of an earthquake down her legs and up through her chest to her scalp. She felt as if he hair were standing on end.
              “Not done,” said Blaine. She’d slumped against him. He kissed her neck. “We’re not done, are we?”
                  She shook her head, although she felt as if her entire being had turned to Jell-o, even her thoughts. Blaine gently steered Mia around, so she faced the counter top. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”
                  She nodded and braced herself against the counter as Blaine began pumping in and out of her. It felt amazing, but she was too tired to come again. The first orgasm had taken everything out of her. She pushed back against him and let him ride her this time. There was something empowering about taking herself out of the equation. She could focus on his body. He moaned as he quickened his pace. One hand, and then the other, moved from her bottom to her back to the top of her thigh. Tiny whimpering noises floated over her shoulder. So many little details she hadn’t had the attention span to notice as she focused on coming. She ground her bottom against him and concentrated on moving her hips and tightening her muscles in the ways that would most drive him crazy. She caught his whispered commentary.
                  “Mia, baby… that feels so good. Oh—yeah, damn, like that. Beautiful…drive me crazy—crazy—“
                  One last thrust and he cried out and stood up in the stool. “Oh!” Mia joined him, for she felt him all the way to the center of her being. He was a hot, quaking volcano inside her. He pulled out and she felt the wetness of his climax on her bottom.
                  He wrapped both arms around her and rested his forehead against her back. “Mia,” he said. It came as a question next. “Mia?”
                  She leaned into him. “I’m here, silly.”
                  “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, with you.”
                  Mia made up her mind. She couldn’t turn this man away. Not when he’d started to open his heart to her, and already opened her mind and body to pleasure she’d never known existed. “Yes,” she said. “Stay with me.”
    *
    Blaine decided that it was time to emerge from his self-imposed cocoon. He hadn’t spoken to anyone but his charter customers in the month he’d spent at Bartlett’s Marina. With Mia by his side, however, it seemed safer. He smiled to himself as he drove to her apartment. The wind whipped past his face. He’d rolled down the windows of the Ford F250 pickup truck he’d rented. The longer he’d been in the United States, the greater his appreciation for the American obsession with huge vehicles. His second wife, Candice, had teased him that he was becoming a redneck.
    He shook his head. It hurt to think about Candice. Not because he had loved her terribly deeply. When he looked back on it, he supposed he’d loved the idea of her more than the reality. Candice was the All-American California blonde that every English boy dreamed of someday conquering. A living Barbie doll. Everyone in her family had been the same. Candice had been the crowning jewel in Blaine’s American dream. Before it all went south.
    He turned up the stereo and focused on the street signs around him. Mia’s condo was at the back of a modest newer community beside a popular shopping center. A manmade lake with a few fountains in the center separated the residential area from