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and gravely with the sexual insinuations.
    She didn’t want to make the decision. She wanted him to make it for her. She wanted to try him. Test those slow, sexual waters. Take in the heat he offered as his fingers slid lightly up her side, temptingly close to her breast. Her nipples tightened and peaked into taut points jutting through the light material of her sweater. He smiled watching them and bent over her, taking one pebbled nipple in his mouth through the knitted silk, and slid his hand under her sweater to clasp the other breast. She gasped in pleasure while he played with her nipples, before he slid up her body to taste her mouth.
    His shoulders felt wide, sinewy under her hands, though not as bulky as Trent’s. His long body pressed against hers, and that extra large cock she’d watched him adjust earlier dug insistently into her hip. He tasted tart, like something she couldn’t quite remember. Lime! That’s what it was. He drank water with lime earlier when they’d been talking, and now the tangy scent mixed with Aaron’s special male fragrance.
    He’d removed the vest he wore earlier, and the texture of his gold cashmere sweater felt so soft she wanted to pet him. Her hands ran over his shoulders, down his back and dropped to the great looking ass she’d admired before. It felt better than it looked. If she got any hotter, Aaron would get lucky this minute.
    He reached down beneath her skirt to stroke her once between her legs. Pushing aside her panties, one long finger slipped into her wet cleft, and they both groaned simultaneously. She was so hot.
    He lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. Then he reached down again, this time sliding his hand inside her panties and touching her folds. He stopped with a look of surprise when he found the little gold-balled bar piercing through her labia. He played casually with it, enticing her more with his tongue in her mouth, and kissing her slowly, languidly, suckling her tongue, exploring her mouth, tasting her neck. His mouth dropped lower as he applied more pressure to her cleft, rubbing her nub slowly with the base of his palm, firmly until she approached her peak—almost at her summit—right before the fall. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and watched her tumble over the edge.
    “I told you we were good. And this is nothing compared to what we’re capable of. Wait until tonight. Wait until later,” he whispered into her ear, sending more chills through her as she shuddered with satisfaction.
    Limp, boneless, in her completion, she asked, “There’s more?”
    He did laugh then. “Oh, so much more, Mac honey. More, more and more again. We haven’t even started.”
    “But what about Trent?”
    “Trent knows the rules of engagement. Don’t worry about him. I’m not. See you later. Dress warm. Oh, will you need help?” He grinned hopefully.
    “No, I think I’ll be able to handle it.” She smacked his ass for emphasis.
    “I noticed how much you admired that portion of my anatomy before. Are you sure you’ve had enough of it?”
    She laughed. “No,” she answered honestly, “but I think you better get going or the bar is going to be sending out a search party.”
    “Oh, and don’t forget to call your friend. Do you need me to get your phone or purse or anything?”
    “Would you please? My purse is in the sitting room and the phone is in it.”
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    Aaron went into the sitting room to get it and picked the whole thing up, deciding not to go through her personal things. A ring dropped out. An engagement ring. A big gaudy diamond engagement ring. There had to be a story in that, he was sure. He dropped it back in and carried it into the bedroom.
    “If you need anything, here’s the number for the bar. Call me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I look forward to helping in any way possible.”
    “Thanks, you’ve already been more of a help than you could know.”
    He turned to leave. There was a story in that