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Milton knew she was being sarcastic, but he thought they were extremely sexy. As far as he was concerned, she could wear those glasses and nothing else.

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed and sat down on the couch next to her with a sigh. He leaned his head back against the couch and spread his arms over the back of it. She shifted so that her head was against his chest, and he breathed in deeply, shuddering a little in pleasure. He didn’t say anything and neither did she. For several moments, there was nothing but the feel of her chest pressing rhythmically against him with her breaths.

Of course, Milton being Milton, he couldn’t stay quiet for long. “What are you reading?” He let his fingers drift down to her hair, and he stroked one long strand with two fingers.

“A romance novel.”

He leaned forward to eye her. “The disciplined Dr. Burke reads romance novels?”

“When I don’t feel like thinking.”

He shifted so that he was turned more in her direction. “Or when you want to think naughty thoughts.”

She was wearing some kind of shiny camisole with a silky soft cashmere cardigan. No bra. He could tell by the way her nipples were outlined against the thin fabric. Using the knuckle of his forefinger, he stroked her, and smiled as her chest rose and fell even faster.

He met her eyes, not surprised when he saw the same heat he felt reflected in her gaze. Not their usual flash of desperate urgency, but a slow-building warmth that had his dick swelling almost casually, as if it were preparing itself for her.

She went to her knees and swung one leg over his lap, sliding over him. He held her like that, his cheek against her chest. “You feel good,” he said simply, and felt her nod against his hair.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “You, too.”

He lifted his head and looked at the deep hollow of her cleavage. “I want to slide inside you and just stay inside you, not moving, until we both come just from breathing.”

“Mmmm. Sounds nice.” She dropped a kiss on his forehead, on the bridge of his nose. “I had such big plans for this evening, but I got so tired.”

Milton sighed, “Me, too. I was going to put you in that corset top and those garters and tie you to my bedposts.”

“Hmmm . . . we could still do that.”

He pulled up her camisole and let his eyes roam over her taut, trembling breasts. He breathed in the smell of her lotion, something herbal, and brought up both hands to stroke her nipples. “Such sweet tits,” he murmured, rotating his thumbs over her.

He slid one hand downward, over her stomach and the silky pants she was wearing, feeling the warmth of her even through the fabric.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” he guessed, teasing her with his fingers.

“No.”

“You care if I ruin these?” he asked, but didn’t wait for her response. Gripping the fabric with both hands, he ripped them open along the seam, exposing her. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

She just chuckled. “Bra. Pajamas. Check.”

Scooting her back to his knees for a moment, he unbuckled his belt and pants, and he sprang free with a groan. He wouldn’t feel better, though, until he could sink himself inside her.

He lifted his hips up, forcing her to grip his shoulders for balance, and fished a condom out of his jacket pocket. He was starting to sweat; the heat of the fire felt like it was a few feet rather than a few yards away.

With a muffled curse, he sheathed himself with the condom, and urged her forward and onto his dick. For a moment the bulbous head wouldn’t go in, her body clamping around him. With a grunt, he lifted his hips and pulled her down at the same time, sheathing himself to the hilt. They both moaned and sagged against each other. “Shit, nothing has ever felt so good.”

He let her set the pace, only putting one hand in the middle of her back while he stroked her breasts with his other hand.

“God, yes. Ride me.”

She was rising and falling as steadily as a surfer rides massive swells, letting him fill her as she stroked downward, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Beautiful half-naked Regina Burke riding his cock and wearing glasses, her tits in his face, and her gorgeous mouth slightly parted as she pleasured herself with his body.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of it.”

She did, sliding up and down for a while, and then grinding in slow circles, rocking herself against him. Her pussy was slick and hot, gripping him, making him feel like a god as she squeezed him with her inner muscles.

“I could do this all night,” she moaned, “just sit here, and ride you, and feel that cock sliding deep inside me.”

Milton felt himself getting red in the face and knew the cords were standing out in his neck.
Do it fucking harder, woman.

His fingers dug into her back more fiercely, and she moaned and rocked faster against him.
There we go. There we go.

He cupped her breast, lifting it, and pinched the rosy nipple between thumb and forefinger, just shy of pain, and she responded, moaning, sweat dampening her temples. She lifted herself up, more firmly onto him, and then she was rocking faster and faster, small whimpering noises coming out of her throat, and she was coming hard, squeezing him, making the come rocket out of his cock so hard he felt like he’d been punched.

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Damn. Shit,” he gasped, sweat rolling down his face.

She laughed and wiped the sweat from her own forehead. “Amen.”

REGINA WOULD HAVE LIKED
to stay on his lap, but she was sweltering in her cardigan after all that exercise. She lifted herself up and off his lap and took stock of the situation. Her thighs were damp and tingled from the friction of working herself against him. Her pussy was swollen and still vibrating with the aftershocks of her climax.

“I’m a mess,” she concluded.

He’d stripped off his jacket and cleaned up, taking off the condom. Seeing it reminded her of something.

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” she said. “And I’ve been tested. I can show you the results.”

His head jerked up. “I’ve been tested, too.”

They both fell silent, thinking about how good it would feel to fuck without the layers of latex between them. His dick stirred, twitching, and Regina smiled a little without thinking.

“I don’t suppose you have these results in a handy printout somewhere,” she ventured, and he smiled at her.

“Even better. I have an email.”

“That’s good.” She grinned in response. “Me, too.”

He continued to strip off his clothing, unbuttoning the blue button-down he was wearing and rolling up the sleeves.

He stood, straightening his pants, but he didn’t fix his belt buckle. A panel of lean, olive-toned skin showed above the waist of his pants and through his open shirt. She could have counted each individual muscle. God, he was beautiful.

He was walking toward the kitchen, probably in search of a trash can, and she had the chance to admire his ass as he walked away from her.

“You’re gorgeous,” she called.

She heard the sound of the refrigerator opening. “No, that’s you. You want some water?”

“Yes.” She followed him into the kitchen, air flowing in between the torn seam of her pants. So much for comfortable lounging pajamas. She was going to make him buy her a new set.

He’d filled two glasses with ice and was pouring water from a glass bottle in the refrigerator.

“Did you eat?” Regina asked.

“Yeah, Roland had Kyle order in dinner for everyone working late. What’d you have?”

“Chicken piccata with angel hair pasta and lemon butter sauce.”

“From Gabbiano’s?”

“Of course. I also finished off that New Zealand chardonnay you had in the fridge.”

“Ah, that’s for my mother. She comes over for lunch on Sunday once a month. I don’t remember opening it.”

“Well, I might have opened it as well.”

He laughed. “Now I’m even more disappointed I couldn’t get here sooner.”

He handed her the water and picked up his own glass, drinking thirstily. His face was still a little red.

“You look like you just rode up Peters Hill in the dead of summer.” Peters Hill was at the southern end of a bike route than ran through Arnold Arboretum. It overlooked the city of Boston, and was so steep that riders usually got off their bikes and walked the last few hundred feet.

He finished off his water and laughed. “Well, good. Then I look how I feel. Next time I’ll take off my suit jacket before I get in the door.”

She smiled into her water glass, pleased with herself.

“Come on,” he said, holding out a hand to her. “I’ll show you what I do when I’m not playing with computers or chasing you around like a horny teenager.”

“You have time for something else?” She put her hand in his.

He laughed and tugged her back toward the entryway. “You’re funny. Did you look around at all while you were here by yourself?”

“I went through all your drawers and attempted to find the safe, but didn’t have much luck.”

He chuckled. “Did you check the library?”

“No, I was afraid to go in there for fear of flashbacks.”

Regina realized that she was just a little bit tipsy, maybe more than a little. She eyed his cute butt as he walked in front of her. She wanted to bite it. She wasn’t feeling exactly sleepy anymore.

“Where’s the box with the lingerie?”

“Up in your bedroom.”

“Mmmm. We’ll have to make sure we try that later this week.”

“Okay, but I’m voting for the corset. I’m afraid I’ll rip that diaphanous bit of nothing.”

“You can still say ‘diaphanous,’ I’m impressed.”

“I’m good. I don’t think I really noticed that I was tipsy until I stood up.”

His fingers tightened on hers as he pulled her up the stairs. “I’ve got you, don’t you worry.”

She wasn’t, she realized, not about much, not right now. She was—for the first time in a very long time—just enjoying herself, enjoying him. It was surprisingly easy. He had a habit of trying to take care of her, which was seductive in its own way. Regina had taken care of herself and others for so long that being taken care of was alien and strange and wonderful. She was a little unnerved by how much she was enjoying it. She’d always prided herself on her independence. So how would she feel when this ended?

They stopped in the bedroom so he could change out of his suit. She sat on the chaise longue and enjoyed the show. She especially liked the part where he whipped off his belt and made it disappear.

“Where’d it go?”

“You’ll find out.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her comically and she laughed. The thought of him spanking her—very lightly, of course—with that belt was downright titillating.

“You’re weird.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that one.” He walked away from her toward the bathroom where double doors opened to marble tiled floors, two sinks to the left, and a large walk-in closet to the right.

With a sigh of pleasure at the memory of that morning’s shower, Regina opened the box with the two pieces of lingerie and pulled out the corset. She was tempted to put the thing on tonight, especially since he’d ripped her nightie, but she thought that might be a little ambitious since they were both tired and it was getting late.

He came out of the closet looking ridiculously cute in flannel sleep pants and a T-shirt. He tossed her a nearly identical outfit.

“I don’t want you to get cold.” He glanced meaningfully down at the juncture of her legs.

His pants were too long and too big in the hips, so she rolled down the waist and rolled up the ends of the pants. She looked ridiculous, but he was smiling at her.

“I like seeing you in my clothes.”

She snorted. “I look silly, but at least I’m warm.”

“Good,” he said, getting off the bed. “I’m excited to show you the trick so far.”

He took her hand again, and tugged her out of his room. He led her back down the main hall about halfway and then down another hall to the right. At the end of that hall there was a staircase. This one led up and then turned, opening into a loftlike room with open beams and tall, narrow windows with snow caked in the outside corners.

It was cooler up here, but not cold. A warm wave of heat drifted up from the floor. Regina shivered and rubbed her arms because it seemed like it should be cold up here.

He was walking ahead of her, drawing her farther into the room. There were posters hanging from the ceiling like in grocery stores, strung from invisible wires. There was the Hulk, just as he’d said, and Batman, and several others. Two long workbenches made of thick, scarred wood took up most of the space, their massive size and generally derelict appearance making her think of the eating halls of Viking raiders. Only the six or seven ergonomic chairs grounded the room in this century.

There were at least three or four computer screens on each table, all coming to life as he walked through the room. One showed some kind of diagrams, another had scrolling code like something out of
The
Matrix
, and another looked like a video game of some kind. On the rest of the surface were what looked like props for the magic tricks: drills, pieces of wood, hinges, and different lengths and kinds of rope tied in knots.

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