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find yourself almost choking on cock but not wanting to stop. The kind where you’d actually revel in the bit of discomfort because your lover was getting off so much on thrusting hard into your throat.
    On the other hand, cock couldn’t actually end up in your windpipe, but a stray piece of food could, and nothing spoiled a flirtation like a Heimlich maneuver and a visit to the ER.
    Regretfully, she pulled away and actually applied herself to chewing and swallowing.
    The pepper-and-squid combination was delicious, all right, but not as delicious as his fingers.
    She thought of his cock deep in her throat, imagined how he might taste as he poured into her, felt herself flushing.
    She forced herself to giggle. “Something more delicate might have worked better,” she said, making her voice stay even. “Maybe a taste of one of the dipping sauces next time.”
    Something about the way Nick smiled in response let her know that he knew exactly what she’d been thinking, because he’d been thinking it too. Not just oral sex, because that was what you always thought about when you teased someone like that, but a very specific kind of oral sex, the kind that was claiming, almost brutal. “I don’t know. Are delicate morsels what you prefer?”
    “Delicacy has its place. But so does less delicate, and that was perfect. Just considering other possibilities that might be…perfect in different ways.”
    “Oh,” he said, smiling luxuriously, “we have time to try all sorts of morsels. This is just the appetizer.”
    How in the world, she thought, shifting in her seat for the pleasure of feeling her slick lips rub together, was she ever going to get through the rest of dinner without begging him to take her on the table?
     
     
    When they dragged themselves out of the Barking Crab and started heading toward South Station, Selene’s country-bred common sense informed her she was going to get on the Red Line back to Cambridge.
    Her body had other ideas She knew it was too soon to go home with Nick. But for once in her life, she was going to play the game her way, not by the rules.
    “Time to get you home,” Nick whispered. “Otherwise I’m going to rip your clothes off right here, and it’s too nice a night to get arrested.”
    For a second, she thought about saying no, that things were moving too fast, and that sexual heat or not, it was too soon to know if they were suited in any other way.
    But did it matter if they weren’t? It could be great if tonight turned out to be more than hot sex, but hot sex had been sadly lacking in her life lately, and they wanted each other so badly she could smell their desire over the estuary-exhaust-fume-and-hot-pavement stench of the summer night.
    She meant to say yes, but instead, she found herself stretching to meet Nick’s lips without speaking a word, wrapping her arms around him as he drew her close. Their lips met, and any vestiges of inhibition Selene had went up in flame. Hell, she was surprised their clothes didn’t go up in flame as well. Nick’s big hands gripped her ass, grinding her against him. He was hard, jutting against her belly but not quite able to tease her clit through their clothes. His cock was close, though, so close and so hot. She could almost feel him moving inside her, his cock mirroring the pulse of his tongue in her mouth, mirroring the blood throbbing in her clit.
    Without breaking from the kiss, he nudged her legs open with his thigh. She took the hint immediately, straddling him. His hands moved her hips back and forth, a subtle but inescapable rhythm. He twitched his leg against her.
    For an instant, Selene remembered they were on a busy street in the heart of Boston and told herself to hold back.
    Then it dawned on her that they were, indeed, on a busy street in Boston, where she knew almost no one. In the short time she’d lived here, she’d passed by plenty of couples making out, not to mention couples arguing, people smoking things that