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passion in the depth of his green eyes told her how much he liked what he saw. She spread her legs wide, inviting him in.
    Parker enthusiastically accepted. After probing her slit with his cockhead, he slowly inched his way in until he had embedded his shaft to his balls. He paused and savored the way her walls closed in around him, forming a tight cocoon. Her body heat rivaled the hot blood coursing through his veins.
    He set a slow rhythm, thrusting deep then withdrawing so only his cockhead parted her pussy lips before delving all the way again. He relished the sensation of her muscles working his dick as it slid in and out, trying to grab and hold him inside. Her pussy and his cock—a perfect fit. Passion surged through his body. He wanted to consume her in an orgiastic fury of hedonistic lust, and at the same time, he wanted to prolong the tantalizing sensation of a slow fuck.
    He recaptured her mouth with a kiss as hot as the sex. He didn't want this to ever end, a spontaneous thought that triggered a moment of panic. Again, he shoved aside a future he didn't want to acknowledge and lost himself in the tantalizing present of hot sex with an equally tantalizing woman.
    His rod slid in and out, pushing his level of arousal to an ever-increasing higher plane. His strokes increased. Her enthusiastic response drove him. What had at first been a smooth slow rhythm had changed to harder and faster. Each thrust demanded more.
    He couldn't get enough of her. Was it possible to become addicted to sex with one woman at the exclusion of all others? Harder, faster, shorter jabs. His control was slipping away too soon. He wanted to know he had pleased her before he shot his load and needed some recovery time. And just the thought of recovery time told him he wanted to have sex with her as many times as possible that night, then wake up in the morning and continue where they left off.
    Normally, staying all night didn't have a place on his agenda. He preferred to go home, to retreat to his comfort zone. He didn't like that awkward morning after moment of waking in a strange bed next to a woman who represented nothing more than easy sex and recreational fucking.
    Carli's mind swirled in a cloud of euphoria. Never had she been so highly aroused in such a short amount of time. The feel of his shaft moving in and out, the sensation of his girth tugging at her pussy lips as his sure strokes filled her. She enthusiastically met each of his down strokes with an upward thrust of her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
    Delicious waves surged through her body, one after the other. Layer upon layer of rapture built inside her until the dam burst and flooded her with orgasmic ecstasy. She tightened her legs around his waist and clung to him as the convulsions claimed her. Then his body shuddered, followed by spasms of climactic release.
    He held her tightly yet tenderly, cradling her in his embrace. His kisses, hot yet sweet, covered her face and neck. She reveled in the afterglow attention he lavished on her, making her feel so special. She had never experienced an orgasm like that one. It transcended the mere physical to encompass the overall wonder and awe of the moment. She couldn't explain it, didn't really understand it, but knew in the depth of her soul she had just experienced something very special with a truly remarkable man. She fought to catch her breath, but didn't want to come down from her euphoric high.
    Everything about him excited her. Five years of suppressed desire for a client who was also a married man. Then suddenly he was no longer married. That red light had changed to green in an instant with his one utterance of ex-wife .
    But now that the barrier between business and very personal had been crossed, would he still be a client? A hint of concern tried to work its way into her elation, but she quickly dismissed it. If she had made a mistake, even if making love with Parker had been a bad idea, it was an