By Appointment Only by Janice Maynard Page A

million ravenous pieces. How could he deny her when she needed it so much?
    She frowned. “We still have at least a half hour.” Then she took a deep breath. Torture went both ways.
    Before he could protest, she went to him, knelt, and took his cock deep into her mouth. It was like sucking on stone wrapped in thin velvet. But the taste and smell of him made the experience come alive.
    She’d been making love to the same man for many years. She knew the infinitesimal body signals that heralded his release. Before he could come, she squeezed hard at the base of his shaft and kept the pressure in place until his orgasm retreated. She’d never done that to him before, but she’d read about it in a magazine, and the alarming technique had stuck.
    Shaun cursed and moaned and dropped to his haunches when she released him, his face red and his skin slicked with perspiration. “God Almighty,” he muttered.
    She kicked off her sandals and crawled onto the bed, still dressed from the waist down. With her back resting against the headboard, she spread her legs, keeping her skirt modestly in place. “I can hold out if you can,” she taunted. For a split second she paused to wonder if she looked fat in this position, and then she pushed the self-defeating thought aside. She crooked her finger. “Let’s see how far we can go without cracking.”
    Shaun stumbled to the bed, afraid to touch her, but unable to stay away. He put one knee on the bed, absently stroking his cock. God, he ached. Even the light touch of his own fingers was almost too much stimulation.
    Danita watched him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. Sitting there half clothed, she looked erotically lovely. Carnal. Available.
    As he sprawled at the foot of the bed, he took the ankle nearest him and pulled it toward him, deliberately widening her legs. He bent and licked her ankle bone. Then he used his tongue to trace a path upward to her knee.
    He stopped there and sat up, making sure her eyes were locked on his. Without breaking their visual connection, he reached beneath her skirt and found her panties. It shocked him to feel how small they were.
    Suddenly rabid with curiosity, he dragged them to her ankles. A thong. He held the scrap of dark pink silk in his fist and at that moment, something else registered. Something else was different.
    He frowned. “Stand up, Danita.”
    She did as he asked, but he had to support her by holding her hand, because the mattress dipped and swayed. When she was steady, he finished lowering her zipper. Carefully, he pushed her dress to her ankles and helped her step out of it. When he raised his eyes, he actually gasped. Her mound was completely bare, the pale skin glistening and moist.
    Sweet God in heaven. He looked up at her. Her expression was wary . . . uncertain.
    He touched her with a single fingertip, marveling at the complete absence of hair. The slick skin was erotic, alien. His cock tightened, and his hunger grew. Without conscious thought, he lowered her to the bed on her back and bent to taste her.
    His tongue probed gently at the crease where her leg and thigh met. Then he thrust into her navel with his tongue and used his fingers to explore the delicate, smoothly waxed curves of her lower abdomen, all the way down to her raspberry-colored sex.
    When he touched her there, she cried out. He traced the seam of her vulva with his fingertip and held up his finger. It was covered with her juices. He touched her mouth, forcing her lips gently apart. “Taste,” he urged. “See how sweet you are.”
    She resisted momentarily, but he was insistent. Her mouth closed around his finger. He watched carefully. “Now you know why I love it so much,” he murmured. “You taste like the most wonderful forbidden fruit.”
    After that, he couldn’t wait any longer. He moved between her thighs and held them firmly apart with his splayed fingers. He did a visual reconnaissance, drunk with the novel experience of seeing his