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through her body.
    Before she could utter another word, Todd walked behind the jewelry counter and pulled Ava into his arms. She wanted to resist. She knew she should stop him. But every nerve in her body screamed with hunger wherever his hands touched her skin, and she was helpless to protest.
    “The woman in that photograph wants to be kissed,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.
    His lips found hers and she opened her mouth willingly, needing to feel his tongue as it slipped between her lips and moistened her own.
    He broke their kiss, and spoke again. “The woman in that photograph wants to be touched,” he said.
    His hand touched the hem of her skirt and then slowly slid up her leg, pushing up her clothing until his fingers reached the center of her desire. He brushed the crotch of her lace panties, feeling the wetness that had soaked the fabric.
    “You want me,” he said. “I can feel it. I want to taste it.”
    Ava couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips. He bent his head to kiss her nipple through the thin silk of her blouse and bra, and the sensitive bud hardened at his light touch.
    Todd groaned and pressed against her, pushing her toward the wall behind them. Ava was grateful for its support against her back. Every muscle in her body felt weak, yet it vibrated with intensity. She felt like she was both drowning and inhaling pure oxygen.
    They were in public. Behind the counter of a jewelry store. A customer could walk through the door at any moment. Beth could return from lunch. Even Ken might surprise her with a visit.
    But Ava didn’t care. She couldn’t even think about the possibility that someone might see her half-dressed and in the embrace of a man who was not her fiance. She only knew that she wanted Todd. And she couldn’t resist him any longer.
    Cool air rushed against her skin as he pushed aside the fabric of her panties, exposing her most private part. He slipped a thick finger inside of her and pressed hard into her body.
    “You’re so wet,” he groaned.
    Ava ground her hips against his hand, wanting to feel the pleasure of his skin rubbing her clitoris. With slow, rhythmic motions she pushed herself against him as he thrust his finger in and out of her. Her hand reached out and stroked his cock through his pants, and she marveled at how hard it was.
    Abruptly he pulled his finger from her, holding it close to her lips. She wasn’t surprised to see it glistening with her own juices. The desire that ran through her made her so wet—so moist—that her inner thighs felt slick. She bent her head and let him slip the finger into her mouth so she could taste herself, knowing that was what he wanted.
    He moaned and reached for his pants, and she heard the sound of his zipper. In one movement he had pressed her harder against the wall, her panties pushed to the side, and the tip of his cock just ready at her entrance.
    She thrust her hips toward him but he pulled back. “I want this to be slow,” he whispered. “I want to savor every moment of feeling you for the first time.”
    The tip of his penis slipped into her, and Ava groaned with the need to be filled by him. She wanted to feel him—all of him—inside of her.
    He slid into her some more, and now she could feel the restraint in his body. His muscles were tense. His breathing was ragged. She knew it was taking every ounce of his control to hold back.
    And she was tired of waiting.
    “Please,” she begged, letting her desire paint her voice with the hoarseness of passion. “I want you now.”
    With a moan he pushed himself into her, filling her with his manhood and making her body convulse with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his back as he thrust against her, rubbing her clitoris with his body while he buried his thick cock inside of her.
    Ava could feel the orgasm building up inside of her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.
    His thrusts came faster. She could hear the heaviness of his breathing. She could feel the