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the liberty of getting some wine and a few other things too.”
    Nikky blinked, taking in the surroundings. The living room was lit by candles, dozens of tiny shimmering lights set at various heights on the coffee table, the bar, the windowsill. There were flower petals spread all over the floor.
    A path of them led into the bedroom.
    “Geez, no pressure or anything,” she quipped as he handed her a glass of wine.
    “I wanted it to be perfect.”
    Nikky braced herself with a healthy swallow. It wasn’t like her to drink much but this was certainly a special occasion. “That’s another thing. What exactly is it supposed to be?” she asked. “You are telling me I will have this mind-blowing, scientifically guaranteed experience, etcetera, etcetera . What’s in it for you, other than the obvious mechanics of semen release?”
    Ian smiled. He was standing close, way too close for comfort. She had always been a pushover for tall men. In high school he’d been a beanpole, now he was a certified female-hormone trigger.
    He moved his finger over her lips, light as a feather. “Now who is the overly scientific one? This is about letting go and giving in.”
    Before she could generate a proper retort, he was already on to the next step, moving his hand to the back of her head, undoing her hair. It fell in cascades down her back.
    He ran his fingers through it, his lips just brushing her forehead, his pelvis barely touching hers, drawing her in, lighter than air, her whole body wanting to be taken in, absorbed, cocooned.
    “That’s it, baby, just relax,” he murmured.
    “Stop using your voodoo or whatever it is Ian, I mean it.”
    “This is all coming from inside you. That’s the secret.”
    “Which means it is all just some stupid dream,” she accused. “I’m probably in bed right now, late for work, ignoring the clock radio and sleeping through the Zoo Crew on 99.7 FM.”
    Ian bent to capture her neck, breathing the soft scent, feeling her skin pulse as he kissed it, enjoying her sharp sigh in response.
    He used his teeth now, tiny nibbling motions. It was a calculated move, intended to awaken her deeper passions.
    It did just that.
    Nikky groaned softly and reached for him.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged as she raked her fingernails down his chest. “Don’t hold back.”
    His skin came to life under her sizzling touch. It was all he could do to hold still, let her set the pace.
    “Keep going,” he encouraged. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
    Looking down, Nikky bit her lip. Her hands had frozen at the waistband of his shorts.
    “Would you like to see my cock?” Ian rasped. “Go on, take it out, sweetheart, it belongs to you tonight. Touch it, show me what you want.”
    Nikky sucked in her breath and grabbed hold of the shorts. Abruptly she tugged them over his erection—thick and hot and throbbing.
    “Oh god,” she whispered, beholding his upright shaft with its crisscrossed purple veins.
    “Yes Nikky ,” he gave her permission to go wild. “Strip me.”
    Nikky needed no further encouragement to pull the boxers down past his full, tight balls and over his muscular thighs. Ian kicked them away. Licking her lips, she started to kneel.
    Ian stopped her, holding her by the upper arms.
    She looked at him, confused. He could tell it wasn’t sinking in. He wasn’t like the men she was used to, the kind who wanted a female slavering over them right off the bat.
    “Don’t you want me to give you pleasure, Ian?”
    “Of course I do, honey, but we are not going to start off with you in subservience, all tensed up about making me happy. I told you, my cock is for you. Your pleasure is going to come first.”
    Nikky pursed her lips. Tentatively, as if testing whether he meant it or not, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
    Ian was gentle but firm—reading her, pressing her, but only as far as she was ready to go.
    What he sensed was hunger and incredible raw need. He wanted to hear the words from her