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    “Here, let me.” She slithered across the bed to him with her best seductive crawl, and plucked the condom out of his hands as he unwrapped it. He stood tall above her now as she knelt on the bed. Trying to stay in character and not giggle at her ridiculousness—or at the insane level of lust that pulsed through her as she looked up and up and up at him—she flashed a sultry look at him from under her lashes. It was a shame she had to break eye-contact to fit the condom over the head of his penis. His expression of amused delight tensed, and he held his breath as she rolled the condom down, meeting his eyes again, then stroked back up his length to tease the crown. A second too late, she cursed herself for not sucking him first. Too late now. Maybe next time.
    Ha! Next time. As if moments like this came alone every day.
    She slid her hands up over his chest to his shoulders, then tipped forward to flicker her tongue across one of his nipples. That was a taste she could get used to—warm, salty skin. A more primal scent now mingled with that of his cologne. It made her hungry beyond belief and fueled the fantasy she was determined to play out.
    “Play time is over.” He pressed forward, bending her back until her knees buckled. The weight of his body closing in over top of her—his hips wedging between her legs, her bent knees blocking her from moving—had her gasping for more. He scooped an arm under her back and heaved them both further toward the center of the bed. Then he shifted above her and dipped down to kiss her like a lion on the prowl.
    The urge to let every heroine fantasy she’d ever committed to paper come out and play was too much. She arched her hips to writhe against the heat of his erection. He responded with an appreciative hum, and moved with her. The intensity of his kisses left her aching for more. But when his hand inched down to explore between her legs, all bets were off.
    “God, you’re wet!” he panted. He spread her legs further with his knees and slipped two fingers inside of her.
    She went dizzy with lust, squeezing his fingers as they went deeper. His thumb found her clit and rubbed. As much as she wanted to play the game and make it last, she couldn’t. She burst into an orgasm right there, with his fingers inside of her and his eyes watching her. It rocked through her with surprising intensity. She played up her cries of pleasure, but it didn’t take much exaggeration. No man had ever made her come so fast.
    “Well, that was easy,” he teased, low and sensual. His lips were tight in a smile as he kissed her jaw and neck. His hand withdrew to caress her side.
    “That?” She feigned nonchalance, still throbbing. “That was just the first act.”
    A ripple of energy coursed through his muscles, and he laughed against her shoulder. “Theater speak?”
    “Writer speak,” she answered.
    “Really?” He lifted his head, arms supporting him on either side of her shoulders. His hips were restless between her legs. He was deliberately tormenting her by grinding close to her aching entrance without pushing in.
    “Oh yes.” She played along, reaching a hand down to caress his backside and urge him on. Multiple orgasms? It could happen. “We write using the three-act structure.”
    “So what happens after act one?” He nibbled at her shoulder, one palm rubbing over her breast, her nipple hard.
    “Act one sets up the plot.” She managed to breathe through the exquisite sensations he was causing in the most obscene places. His warmth and scent were all around her. “It introduces the hero and heroine. Act two puts obstacles in their way.”
    “I love obstacles,” he murmured. The rocking of his hips against hers without heading for home was driving her crazy. He trailed a hand down over her side and hip to caress her bottom and thigh. Any second now he was going to thrust, she could feel it. “How do they overcome the obstacles?” He kissed her neck, tongue