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I pull my skirt back into place as I follow hi from the potency of his kiss, his touch The effect he has on , I’m not sure what to think, or how to think

"So? Is it just like yours?" he asks as we approach thethat overlooks the city

I glance around, notice the orchids, the bright pink throw across the foot of his bed, the sleek, glass furniture "Definitely It’s alreat boss then," he says, a s at the corners of hisyou up in a fancy hotel like this"

"He’s pretty great," I say, my voice soft "He’s smart, successful, extremely wealthy, but he never throws it around In fact, I tend to forget he’s so well off"

His soes serious "Do you prefer that, Bryn? Doesto push down my small-town-hick worries so they don’t rise to the surface like they always try and do when I talk money and status and wealth "A little bit," I ad I never even realized before Matt can have anything he wants Can go out and buy whatever he wants, he has so much money He’s a billionaire for the love of God, yet I know he doesn’t live in a giant eously fancy car beyond his sensible--but gorgeous--Range Rover He’s not flashy, not outrageous, like I can only assume his father can be

And I find that extremely attractive, how simply he lives If he’d been such a blatant, wealthy man, like Archer Bancroft, who intimidates the shit out of me every time I’m around him, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle Matt

But he’s not like that at all He’s gentle and kind and sweet and hardworking and sexy as all get out

"Don’t let it" He coing kiss "You did forget to ive in to what I’ve wanted to do all night I touch his face, span h prickle of his stubble against rins, and I laugh, but heroeak and I slurip me around my waist

I pull out of his eo to the , desperate to gather hts while I stare at the city spread out before aze down and watch the bright lights of Tily millions of people that fill the sidewalks, the cars, the streets

"Your view is fa when I feel him stop just behind me, just like he did ere in the elevator But this ti hands atthem a firm squeeze before he lets them wander down acrosses s my skirt up, until the fabric is bunched just below hs completely exposed "Yes," I ado slow," he pros I’ve ever seen" He grips htly, so I’m bent at the waist, my butt thrust out

It’s overtly sexual, the way he hasagainst the front of his jeans, I biteout

"Move closer to the ," he co in position as best I can His hands slip beneath the bunched fabric, touching ers curl around the skimpy waistband of hs and then I’led around o to pull those off as well but his dark command stops me

"Keep the shoes on"

Oh My

Matt

HER PANTIES ARE solid white lace, a scrap of fabric that probably barely covered her, not that I’ll ever kno, since we tugged the discarded on the floor nearby

Not that I’

She’s a contradiction Innocent yet sexy, with the face of an angel and a body made for sin One hing, sultry mistress who looks like she wants to devourlove it and want to discoverthat makes her who she is But she holds out on me She told me bits and pieces of her past earlier at dinner She’s a woht run froht, she’ll knoho she belongs to

Me

I’ve waited for this rip her by her hips and grind against her, let her feel s her head down and ht to my dick and hell, I want to thrust in her now Just fill her with my ck and knohat it’s like to finally be a part of her