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  Melissa opened her mouth to object, but just then the waiter came by with their entrees. A platter of Scottish salmon was set before her, and an herb-encrusted rack of lamb before Scott. Both being fairly hungry despite the appetizers, she set aside what she was about to say for the moment and dug in.

  After finishing a good-sized portion and two buttery asparagus shoots, she set down her fork. “Scott, even though we didn’t spend a lot of time together in high school, you were one of the nicest jocks I knew. You never flaunted your superiority over anyone. There was hardly a single person in our class that didn’t like you. I never thought of you as pretentious.”

  Scott shook his head ruefully. “I tried my best not to let myself get sucked in by clique politics, but I failed. I got too caught up in it all and look at what happened. I let go of some very special friendships…like ours. I’m so sorry.”

  “Scott…”

  “It was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”

  Melissa pressed her fingers to her trembling lips. “You don’t have to apologize, Scott. It’s okay, really.”

  He took one of her hands and held it between both of his. “No, it isn’t. I should never have let you go. Things could have… things could have become so much more between us if I hadn’t.”

  Melissa smiled. “I always thought so too.”

  His smile returned, as radiant as she’d always remembered it being. Her heart pumped a little faster as he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss that sent a shiver down her arm.

  “I would like to spend more time with you, Melissa.”

  She pulled her hand back and gave him a radiant smile of her own. “Then, what are we waiting for?”

  They quickly finished the meal and paid for the check, then left the hotel and went wandering about the city, hand in hand, with no particular destination in mind. Melissa’s heart felt as though it had wings—she’d never felt so buoyant in her life. The man she’d always cared for from afar was finally within her grasp. Just the fact that they were holding hands made her giddy.

  They came across a theater a few blocks away and paused to glance at the showings. Melissa looked down at their clothing.

  “I don’t know that we’re dressed for this.”

  “Who cares?” Scott said with a grin.

  They purchased movie tickets for a rom-com after light-hearted debate and went in. True enough, a lot of people glanced their way, lingering on Melissa’s dress and Scott’s… everything. The women’s gazes especially lingered on him for a long time and Melissa couldn’t blame them one bit—he was hot. She held one of his arms close to her possessively and gave them a small smile of satisfaction as they waited in line for popcorn and drinks.

  “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” Scott quipped, a twinkle in his eyes. He left her holding their tub of popcorn as he went off only to return moments later with two ice cream cones.

  “Mmm… mint chocolate chip. You remembered!” She gave the cone a long lick, her eyes fluttering closed. Scott stared at her pink tongue and had the urge to take off his jacket again.

  “I could never forget,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Partially because I could never understand how anyone could like that flavor.” He laughed when she elbowed him, then led her into the theater.

  Properly settled, he finally did take off his jacket, and sighed in relief. Being near Melissa, especially when she looked so desirable, heated his blood. He tried hard to pay attention to the movie, but more often than not his gaze lingered on her expressive face. He loved to watch the emotions flicker across, in her green eyes and in the twist of her features.

  The theater was nearly empty, with a couple of people seated in the front. They were in the back, their chairs pressed up against the wall. He was in the corner seat, Melissa right next to him. He imagined pressing her back up against her chair and kissing the breath out of her. His groin tightened.

  The hand he’d draped casually around her shoulders began caressing her upper arm, swirling in gentle patterns. Melissa shivered, but her skin was warm and he didn’t think it had anything to do with the cold. With a smile he slid his hand up the side of her neck so he could toy with strands of hair that had slipped from her up do.

  “You’re making it hard to concentrate on the movie,” she whispered after a moment.

  “I could say the same about you.” He leaned in to inhale her scent, a mixture of peaches and cinnamon that left him hungry… but not for food.

  “What?” She turned to look at him with a scowl. “I haven’t done anything except sit here and watch the movie.”

  “Exactly.” He cupped her cheek. “Just you being here is distracting. I have absolutely no idea what’s going on up there on the screen. All I can see is you.”

  There was no mistaking the sexual tension between them now, Melissa thought. She’d certainly been aware of him before, but now she could see the desire in his hooded eyes, wicked promises in the curve of his lips, and fraying restraint in the lines of tension in his body. Before she realized it she’d gravitated closer, as though his desire alone had the power to pull her bodily toward him. Maybe it did. Her heart was pounding so hard in her ears she could barely hear the movie. Her breath came fast, and despite the dark she was certain her skin was flushed like the glow of a lamp.

  “Kiss me,” she said, scarcely recognizing the breathy voice that mumbled the words as she tilted her head up, her lips nearly brushing his.

  He closed the miniscule distance between them, and laid his warm lips against hers. A tiny moan escaped her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. His tongue glided along the seam of her lips and like a magic word being spoken at gates guarding a secret treasure, they dutifully opened to accept him. Within no time she was plastered against his chest, his hands pressing against her bottom to hold her between his legs.

  For a moment she forgot about everything but the pleasure he was giving her with his deep and passionate kiss. She’d forgotten they were in a theater, a public place, with a movie playing on screen and other people further down near the front. It was possible she might’ve continued kissing him throughout the remainder of the movie if it weren’t for his erection suddenly pressing up against her belly—a very real reminder of what was happening. This could easily go too far if she allowed it.

  Reluctantly she pulled back, brushing strands of hair out of her face. Her up do was coming undone. “I think we’re done with the movie,” she panted.

  He rose from the seat and took her hand. “I think you’re right.”

  They practically fled the theater, Scott already on the phone demanding his driver to hurry and pick them up. The moment they were inside the privacy of the car he grabbed her again, yanking her body across him as he lay across the seat. Their lips met in a torrid tangle of limbs, and she was dimly aware of his hands in her hair, yanking the pins out. Her brown curls tumbled free to form a curtain around both their faces, as if to offer them privacy from the world.

  Scott couldn’t believe how hot he was for Melissa. Rarely had he ever wanted a woman so much that he couldn’t wait until he was in the privacy of his own home. Up until now he’d always been in control of his sex drive. Here, now, he felt as though it were in control of him.

  Frustrated at the swathes of dark red material covering her body, he cupped her breasts through her dress, feeling the soft mounds rest heavily against his palm. Her nipples were hard enough that they scraped his skin through the material, and he was rewarded with a soft moan as he rubbed them. He wanted that dress off so that he could touch her properly. By the time the limo pulled up to his home, he was ready to pull it off, to hell with the driver.

  His mind on one thing, he dragged her up the steps of his home. Four stories of towering glass and stone mansion rose up so its towers and turrets speared the starry sky. Inside, past the imposing mahogany and glass door, Melissa stopped with a gasp to gaze across the foyer. A glittering chandelier hung in the center of t
he hall, reflecting the warm glow from the ceiling lights and bouncing it off the warm oak wood floors. A boldly patterned crimson and gold rug spread across the floor; leading up to an elegantly curving staircase that disappeared up through the ceiling and beyond, it seemed, to the very Heavens.

  “This is gorgeous,” she whispered, almost as if she was afraid to speak aloud lest some mighty being from the sky strike her down.

  Scott couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his hand to the small of her back. “I had it custom built five years ago, when I decided I wanted a place of my own. Perhaps later I can give you a tour.”

  She smiled, her eyes still sparkling with wonder. “That would be nice.”

  Melissa started for the stairs, but he pulled her to a halt. “This way,” he told her, dragging her to the keypad near the edge of the wall adjacent to the stairwell. She frowned in confusion as he punched in a code, and then her eyes widened as a faux panel slid back from the wall, revealing an elevator. With a grin at her obvious surprise, he pulled her inside.

  “I’m in a hurry,” he explained, pushing her up against the wall as the doors closed. Then his mouth was on hers again and she forgot about the house. This time he wasted not a moment in sliding his hands behind her and tugging the zipper of her dress down. The fluid material slid down to pool at her feet, and he flattened his palms against her sides, expecting to meet silky flesh. Instead he felt lacy material.

  With a ding, the elevator opened onto the fourth floor, directly into the master suite. Scott blinked in surprise to find that Melissa wasn’t wearing a simple bra and panties as he’d expected, but a crimson and black corset with matching garters.

  She blushed at his obvious scrutiny. “My friend Annie took me shopping yesterday. She insisted that we should get something… special… in case something more happened than a few kisses and a glass of wine.”

  He grinned. “You can tell Annie that I said thank you,” he told her as he pulled her out of the elevator. She got a brief glimpse of creamy green walls, a marble fireplace and more wooden flooring before he dragged her to the California king-sized platform bed dominating the room. In contrast to his obvious hunger for her, he placed her tenderly, almost reverently on the bed, nestling her against the black comforter.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking a hand along her cheek, and then pulled back. She sat up to watch him take off his jacket and shirt, exposing his rippling muscles to the lamplight. His pectorals and abs were well defined from what could only be hours spent at the gym or playing vigorous sports. She knew they had been shaped by the latter, and most likely were maintained by the former. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had a personal gym somewhere inside this place.

  His shoes were the next to go—a pair of what looked like Versace loafers, easily worth a month of her own pay, carelessly tossed aside. She held her breath when he unfastened his belt and let it drop to the floor along with his pants, revealing long legs corded with powerful muscle and lightly dusted with hairs several shades darker than what was on his head. A pair of silk black boxers were all that remained between her gaze and the rest of his body, and she stared avidly, as though she could burn away the offending garment through sheer will.

  Finally the boxers dropped away, and he was completely naked to her gaze. He looked at her boldly as he stood for a moment, allowing her to take him in, clearly telling her that he was not at all shy about his body. His cock stood tall and proud as the rest of him, and looked to be nearly as thick as her wrist.

  “Your turn.” he groaned, the challenge rising in his voice.

  She shrugged, unsure of herself. “You might not like what you see.”

  “Hmm.” He closed the distance between them and she backed up instinctively as he towered over her, suddenly realizing just how big he really was. Being taller (and not nearly as skinny) than most women, she’d never thought of herself as tiny, Scott made her feel petite. He allowed her no quarter, prowling across the bed like a big, dangerous predator, his green eyes gleaming with a hunger only she could sate. He crawled up her body then pressed his steel-hard cock up against her.

  “How’s this? Is this proof that I already like what I’m seeing?”

  “Oh yes,” she agreed, trying not to let her eyes go wide. It was even larger close up, longer than she thought it would be, the mushroom head glistening with pre-cum. On impulse she flicked her tongue out, collecting a drop as if she were sampling a piece of food that had been offered to her on a platter. A smile spread across her lips at his groan.

  His hands slid into her curls again. “Take it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

  She looked up into his eyes for a moment, reveling in the breathtaking view of the desire clearly reflected in his eyes. With one hand circling the base of his shaft, she took him slowly into her mouth. It had been a long time since she’d last done this for a man, but by his encouraging moans and the tightening grip in her hair, she knew she was doing a good job. She massaged his balls as she sucked him, pleased when he started bucking his hips, pushing his cock into her.

  Her uncertainty, her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared as she sat up halfway on this magnificent bed, dressed in sexy lingerie, with her lover’s cock in her mouth and his moans of pleasure serenading her. She wanted that cock inside her, and not just in her mouth.

  “Enough,” he rasped, pulling her back by the hair. “I want to go slow with you.” He flipped her over so that she was lying on her stomach, and then swiftly undid the hooks on the back of her corset.

  She sighed in relief as it popped free—as sexy as it was it was still confining, and took a deep, sweet breath. As she did she inhaled his scent that was permeated through the comforter—a spicy, heady, masculine aroma that only increased her desire for him. The scrape of his teeth against her thigh as he pulled her garters off with them sent shivers up her legs and straight to her womb. He did the same with her thong, and then pushed her knees forward so that her bottom was thrust into the air. She could feel his soft breath on her pussy, and trembled in anticipation.

  Scott gripped the backs of Melissa’s thighs so as to give him better access, then stroked his tongue down the length of her slit. He was rewarded with a mewling cry. Smiling, he continued, tasting her pussy, allowing his taste buds to memorize her sweet, seductive flavor. Her scent was intoxicating, her cries more so as he allowed his hand to join in, flicking a thumb back and forth across her clit.

  “Please,” she gasped, her fists clutching wads of the comforter.

  “Please, please, please make me come, Scott.”

  She cried his name when he slid a finger inside her, then another, and finally a third. With a sob she exploded all over his fingers, her juices gushing as the orgasm tore through her shuddering body. He rubbed her juices all over the entrance to her rear, making the opening slick and wet.

  “W-what are you doing?”

  “Relax, baby.” He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, coating it in her juices by rubbing it against her slick folds. At the same time he teased the puckered entrance to her rear with his fingers, feeling it flutter against his thumb as she pushed back against him. His thumb slid inside, and the resulting moan was a combination of pleasure-pain that nearly undid him.

  Unable to wait another moment, he thrust inside her, then groaned with the mingled relief and pleasure of feeling her inner walls clench around him. Gripping her hips with one hand, he continued to slide his thumb in and out of her rear at the same pace his cock moved, fucking her from both ends. Her moans and cries only galvanized him, pushing him harder, faster, into her tight, slick entrances.

  “Oh God,” Melissa cried. “Oh God, please don’t stop. It feels so good!”

  “Don’t worry,” he panted. “I have no intention of stopping until I’ve made you cum for me again.”

  Ignoring her cry of dismay as he pulled his thumb from her rear, he leaned over her, his chest brushing against her smooth, creamy back as he
used his now-free hand to play with her breasts. He squeezed them, plumped them, rolled the nipples between his fingers and pinched. He cries became breathier, more insistent as she pushed back against him while he thrust into her. Just when he was sure he couldn’t hold out another moment, her inner walls convulsed around him as she came.

  Scott groaned her name as his own release finally came, and he propped his hands against the mattress as he shuddered with it. Gasping, he rode the waves of pleasure, then collapsed face up on the bed, pulling her against him. For a time they just lay there, waiting for their thundering hearts to slow.

  As Melissa became more aware of her surroundings, she realized she wasn’t staring up at the ceiling, but at a canopy of stars and sky. Squinting, she realized it wasn’t a life-like mural, but a glass pane separating the actual night sky from them.

  “You put in a skylight above your bed,” she said, a note of wonder in her voice as she absently trailed her fingers through the crisp hairs covering his chest.

  Smiling, he traced her jawline with a finger, drawing her gaze to him. “I wanted to be able to look at the stars at night, so I could remember that no matter how far I come or how much my life changes I’m still a man, connected to the world, to the universe, like everyone else.”

  Her eyes were round as she gazed at him, her finger trips tracing the hollows and curves in his face. “That’s a very humble thing to say, especially for a man who is as wealthy as you are.”

  “Money doesn’t make the man,” he replied with a teasing nip to the ends of her fingers. She drew them back with a mock squeal that made him grin.

  He found robes for the both of them and they sat in the adjoining sitting room—a place she hadn’t noticed earlier—enjoying tea and cookies and each other’s company. They stayed up well into the night talking about the past, their conversations interspersed with kissing, cuddling, and sex. Their lovemaking alternated between hot and rough to sweet and tender—whatever she needed. By the time they tumbled back into bed, dawn was cresting over the horizon, touching the edges of the star-frosted sky through the glass pane. It was the last thing she saw before she fell asleep in her arms.