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her the damn bath, put her to bed and have a
cold shower later.
    “Matt?” He looked up into Christina’s
questioning gaze.
    “Yes?”
    “You do realize you’ve been rubbing my foot
for the past ten minutes don’t you?” she smirked, realizing that
she had the same effect on him that he had on her. A giggle escaped
her when she saw his ears turn red from embarrassment. This was
great. The monster of a man wasn’t perfect. She roared with
laughter.
     
     
     
    “You little minx!” he said swooping in,
silencing her with a kiss.
    “It was cute.”
    “It’s your turn to give me a bath now.” Uh
oh, she wasn’t smirking anymore. He was the one with the devious
look in his eyes. She shook as he passed her the soap and a sponge.
She slowly reached out and placed the sponge on his chest. There
was a light coating of hair on it. She gently rubbed the soap into
his skin. Her breathing became labored when she noted how hard his
nipples were. She gulped, was it her or did the sexual tension in
this room just rise. She could feel Matt’s heated gaze on her as
she bathed him.
    “Don’t forget my neck.” He smirked down at
her. Her eyes flickered up to meet his green ones that meant she
would have to scoot a little closer to clean him. She moved a
little closer to him.
    “Tilt your head back.” She could do this. It
was a challenge that much she knew. When he obliged she hadn’t
counted on her breasts brushing against his chest. She reached
around him to get to the back of his neck, and she felt his member.
It brushed against her abdomen. Suddenly she could hear Sarah
telling her to be spontaneous. ‘Live life to the fullest’ was what
she would tell her. The thought had taken root in her mind and the
seeds were growing. It was now or never.
     
     
    Christina speared herself down on his shaft.
The penetration left her gasping for breath as her body adjusted to
him and she used her walls to hold him in a furious grip.
    “You little devil you!” he groaned looking
down at her. Matt could barely hold himself together. He almost
came when she suddenly enveloped his member. He gripped her hips
fiercely in his hands.
    “Baby wait, let me--” He couldn’t finished
his sentence. She had begun to rock, it was such a delicious
sensation. The water was like pebbles on her skin. Those grey eyes
watched every expression he made. The woman was making him beg. He
couldn’t hold on much longer.
    “Christina, baby please.” He groaned.
    “Please? What are you begging for Matt?” she
asked him in a throaty tone. He bit his bottom lip; he was going to
make her pay. He grabbed her hips and began pistoling into her.
Christina screamed at the sudden change of pace. Her breasts
bounced up and down, and she wrapped her arms around Matt’s neck to
retain her balance. She soon found herself reaching her peak and
tumbling over it together. She was going to feel this later
tonight. They’d been screwing since midmorning. Sarah was going to
kill her. She forgot to call.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Matt smiled as he cleaned up the food he
prepare for them. They’d left their drinks untouched. He poured
them out. He grabbed a scotch and sat down to enjoy the view of the
mountains. His phone rang.
     
     
     
    “Collum.”
    “Matt, did you do the dirty deed.”
    “Don’t say it like that. There wasn’t
anything sordid about it my friend.”
    “You wore her out didn’t you?”
    “I suppose.” He chuckled into the phone.
    “You know I had to do some digging.”
    “And?”
    “Her name is Christina Moorehead. Child
genius. She’s a prodigy man. One of the smartest people alive.”
    “What did you say?”
    “Check this out. She’s only twenty-one.”
    “God! She’s barely old enough to have a
cocktail!”
    “How does it feel to rob the cradle old
man?”
    “Wait a minute, I’m not that old. I’m
twenty-eight. Eight years her senior. That’s not bad at all.”
    “Don’t you have a birthday coming up?”
    “Shut up