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We step into the guest house, an unnecessary lass walls that alley kitchen, the studio apart room area, fireplace, walk-in closet and deluxe bath He seems particular interested in my opinion, and I nod politely, a smile pasted on my features "It is beautiful You have a wonderful horeat roouards, who now frauidesbefore a large dining table, it surface slass I feel his hand onupward and then the release ass aroundover my skin as he pulls on the final pieces that holds my top in place I wetto say what I need to say

"We haven’t discussedthe fabric slide against my niles as my top falls at my feet "I don’t normally do this," I whisper

"What, leave the club?"

"No Sex That isn’t so to do for free No ues withto reach forward right now and take his ck into my palm My mind understands the reality of ainst my consumed-by-lust body

His eyes bore into mine, blue depths with flecks of dorand"

I return his stare, wetting my lips as I feel his hands slide down my sides, feel them dip beneath the lace of ure I can’t turn down Not that, at this stage in the ga him down seems to be an option "Okay" I whisper

He yanks outward, the quicksound heard, and then I a a tickle of lace as the ruined cloth that was round betweenon the twous

"Your th of his hands as they , ers spread, running lightly over my nipples, which stand to attention under his touch

"They stay"

"But…" my voice weak "They can see us"

His hands still and he steps forward, until ht you, of all people, wouldn’t be shy"

I shut my mouth, holdon my lips Why do you need protection? Why do they have to watch us? I think of the money to distract me, picture crisp dollar bills so I won’t have to think about the twoour ive him head; this isn’t much different

But honestly, sex is different It’s why I don’t have sex at the club I’ve gotten to the point where hand and blowjobs are as casual to h the aftermath plays havoc on my self-esteem Sex has always been that one line I won’t cross, proof to myself that I am not ruined, that I am still pure in some fucked-up form

He leans forward and kisses e of dollar bills to distractfloods the moment his lips touch mine

Soft, sweet lips Not what I expect frofor hiroan slips from my mouth before I have a chance to capture it His handsits strands He tastes ue inside I respond eagerly,it aside forcefully as a wave of arousal hitsand he e of the table is against hly, one hand on each cheek and lifts ainstone, last, torturous sweep ofbackward until lass I watch him, watch as he unbuttons his sleeves He breathes hard, his eyes glued toa foot froure out this ure out how I feel about thisan asshole A de me to perforasm-deliverer Pleases and thank yous are not required, only appreciated But despite his cold exterior, I am drawn to him, insanely attracted to him Maybe it is the money, maybe it’s as simple as that More likely it is that face, those blue eyes set under thick brows, a h it, a strong jaw and kissable soft lips Lips he happens to know exactly how to use

My thoughts abandon ers undo his shirt’s buttons, inch after inch of chest falling victi words and unyielding eyes Without a shirt he has my full attention, a perfect build unveiled as his shirt falls to the floor I pullthe set of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes Then there is the yank of a zipper, and nificent, every line and e that an that I have already experienced, the one that has kept ht and ended many self-pleasure sessions I s as he strides over and stops beforeout and pressing me back, ‘til I lay flat before hi the them outward, and I am spread wide before hiwhen the platform stiletto hits the floor Then heunder his hand when it is free He grabs an ankle in each hand and places