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forgets.  Lord knew I’d been unable to.
    For so many reasons.
    He leads me to the bedroom and I stand before him naked, awaiting his next directive.  I’ll go along with this charade for now in order to see what his intentions are.
    I patiently wait for him to tell me what to do, but he just stands there looking in my eyes, then his gaze travels down my naked body. The entire time, his expression is unreadable.
    Then he puts a hand on either side of my face, leans in and presses his lips to mine.
    A simple kiss is the last thing I expected from him, and the jolt of his lips against mine flows like an electric current through my body. Or perhaps not electric so much as magnetic.  It’s an escapable pull that draws me to him.  Real and raw, rendering me powerless against it.
    I kiss him back with passion, running my palms up his biceps and letting them settle on his powerful shoulders. 
    One of his hands moves to cup the back of my neck.  I lean in and press my breasts against him, eager for more contact.  I only wish he was naked too so I could feel him skin to skin.
    “Easy baby, we have all night,” he murmurs against my lips.
    But I can’t wait.  There’s too much fabric between us.  I reach up and begin to unbutton his white dress shirt.
    I have no idea how he’ll react to my forwardness.  Whether he’ll punish me again for not following his commands.  But it’s worth the risk to feel his skin against mine.  It’s something I’ve fantasized about for the last ten years, and having him so close, I can’t wait any longer.
    He does nothing to still my hands, only nips my bottom lip as I fumble to open the buttons. 
    Halfway through my efforts, he reaches down and quickly unfastens the rest.  Then without breaking the kiss, I reach up and pull his shirt down his powerful arms.
    His shirt falls to the floor, and I grip his biceps, which feel both familiar yet strange.  The last time I saw Raine he had the lanky body of a teenager.  Now he’s all man.  My fingers play over the muscles of his shoulders and arms, then his perfectly defined pecks.  Then they travel down across the ridges of his abs, then lower, to the large column beneath this fly.
    I know I’m being forward, and I half expect him to grab my hand and administer another punishment.  But once again Raine surprises me.  His hands still cradle my face, and then he sighs against my mouth, kissing me deeper.
    I smooth my palm over the massive erection I’d been working over with my mouth just moments before, hungry to feel it again. 
    Truth be told, as a date for hire—a nice way of putting what I do for a living—I’ve only been able to survive by shutting a part of myself down completely before an encounter.  Going to some distant part of my mind and turning my feelings off.  Becoming someone else. 
    But for the first time in years—ten years, if I’m being honest—everything inside me is on .  Fumbling to get his pants down, I realize I want this even more than he does.
    I feel him smile against my lips.  Just a hint of a smile, but once again, it’s a gentler reaction than I expected.  Then he helps me remove his pants and boxer briefs, and we’re both naked. At last he pulls out of our kiss and lowers me to the bed.
    He prowls over me, a softness in his eyes I hadn’t seen since coming here, and brushes a strand of hair from my face.  I spread my legs in invitation, but he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Not yet. Let me taste you first.”
    He moves down my body, and suddenly I’m awash in warm waves of pleasure as his tongue strokes up and down the seam of my sex.  His fingers part my folds, and his tongue dances over my opening and my clit. 
    I reach down and caress his dark hair, and he puts his hand under both my knees and guides my legs upward.
    When my outstretched legs form a V in the air, he plants his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me off the bed. The position gives him greater access to my