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That was how they'd met. Inspired by one of her stories, Jason had glanced at her profile and become entranced with her picture.

Curious to know if her stories were based on life experiences, he had e-mailed her, wondering if she minded him asking a few questions. Quickly responding, she assured him she did not mind in the least.

Thus began a flurry of activity that kept the Internet busy. On an average day, they chatted all day via instant messaging and most of the night on their telephones. It didn't take him long to realize that she and the writer were two different people, and both of them he adored.

After two months of reluctance, she finally conceded to a meeting. And here they were. In his truck. Headed to his house. Alone.

"You are even sexier in person," Jason complimented her, and a light pink shade infused Stephanie's cheeks. "Stop... I'm serious. Your lips are so inviting. Your warm eyes suggest a friendliness most people don't have."

"Jason, I am just me," Stephanie simply stated. "The best me I can be."

After thirty minutes of fighting traffic, they pulled into the driveway of his two story brick home where he opened her car door for her. Retrieving her luggage, he walked her up to the house in silence. With a show of bravado, he flung open the front door and set her case in the foyer.

"You don't seem nervous at all," Stephanie assessed. "You are one cool cucumber."

"Oh, I'm nervous," Jason assured. "I have been at the airport since you hung up to make sure I didn't miss you. Never know with planes these days and all the threats of hijacking going on. If something happened, I wanted to make sure that I knew."

Stephanie turned a teasing smile toward him.

"Silly goose. Nothing was going to happen in two hours."

"Never know," he grumbled. "Would you care for anything to eat or drink? We can always...." Stephanie interrupted his sentence with a kiss.

Without an ounce of fight in him, Jason pulled her closer. He slid his lips up and down her neck, tasting her sweetness. Urging her hips against his groin, he boldly cupped her ass with his hands. He hesitated, giving her a chance to change her mind. No refusal was forthcoming.

Turning her back to the stairs, he slowly guided her to the next story. There, he coaxed her into the second bedroom. His bedroom. Breaking their kiss, she looked at him with questioning green eyes.

"If you don't want this, better tell me now," Jason offered. He wanted to give her one more chance to back out. "I won't be strong enough to walk away if you don't tell me now."

"Mmm, Jason, I want this. I want you. I have wanted you since we first started talking."

Relieved at seeing no sign of a refusal, he bent over and continued nuzzling her neck.

She placed her hands on his masculine chest and confidently tugged his deep blue Polo over his smooth head. Feeling no doubt, she palmed his growing erection.

"Stephanie," Jason whispered in a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Your lips are so soft; they feel so good."

"Oh baby, hold me closer," she encouraged as she snuggled against his chest. "I want to hear your heart beating."

With trepidation, he reached for her top. She took a slight step back and allowed him to remove her shirt. Standing before him clad only in her lightly padded white bra and shorts, she knew he could see the desire clouding her harlequin green eyes.

Nuzzling her neck again, he unfastened her demi-bra and carefully laid it to the side. Lowering his mouth to one of her nipples, he flicked at her ripe rosebud.

In a voice thick with desire, she moaned as she felt his touch. Encouraged, he took the nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. With a swift intake of breath, he captured the areola in his mouth. Stephanie held his head there; he worked the teat as a baby would.

Jason loved her sensual taste. Gently, he unfastened her denim shorts and slid them down her slender hips. His dream woman stood there in her lacy, skimpy, silky bikini panties dampened by her own juices.

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