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doing?”
She tensed at his touch.
    “ Giving you a massage. You
feel tense.”
    “ I don’t need you massaging
me.” She jumped up. “Go to breakfast.”
    “ I’m not hungry for food.”
His eyes issued a challenge.
    “ Well, I’m not up for
grabs.”
    “ No?” He cocked his head.
“That’s a shame.”
    “ Yes, it is.” She stared at
him, daring him to make a move towards her.
    “What would you do if I
took your jacket off?”
    “Nothing!”
    “And if I unbuttoned your
shirt?”
    “You wouldn’t dare.” She
said breathlessly and excitedly.
    “You dare me?” He reached
over to her and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. He
stared into her eyes as he undid them, and she gasped as he hand
casually fell to her breast. He let it linger for a few seconds
before brushing over her hardening nipple and grinning down at her.
“Shall I go further?”
    She shook her head, unable
to talk. She wanted to rip the buttons off of his shirt and feel
his chest against hers. She wasn’t sure why she was so attracted to
him. He was a jerk. But he was a sexy, handsome jerk, and she
already knew he was dynamite in bed. The insides of her legs
tingled just thinking about him.
    “Are you sure?” He moved
closer to her and undid the rest of her buttons and pushed his hand
into her shirt before slipping his fingers into her bra and
squeezing her nipple. She stood there, loving the feel of his rough
fingers on her smooth skin and closed her eyes and moaned as he
popped her right breast out of the bra and bent down and sucked on
it. She grabbed the top of his head and ran her fingers through his
hair, tugging his silky wisps as he nibbled on her
nipple.
    “Ow.” She squealed as he
bit down on her hard.
    “Take off your shirt.” He
ordered her as he withdrew his mouth. “Take off your shirt and
bra.”
    “What are you taking
off?”
    “What do you want me to
take off?” He winked at her.
    “Take off your shirt as
well.” Her voice purred at him, and he watched as she peeled off
her shirt and dropped her bra on the table. He unbuttoned his shirt
and swallowed hard as he saw her reach up under her skirt and pull
her panties down.
    “Didn’t get enough of me in
Vegas, huh?” He laughed, and she shook her head.
    “What can I say? I’m
feeling horny.” She pushed her breasts into his naked chest. “My
last boyfriend was a lousy lay, and you were good.”
    “But you just left the
room.”
    “Shhh.” She grinned at him
and took control of the situation. She grabbed his belt and undid
it before unzipping his pants. She reached into his pants and
grabbed his cock, squeezed it and grinned when she felt it growing
in her hands. “Excited to see me?”
    “Excited to see me?” He
pushed her skirt up and slipped his fingers in-between her legs. He
rubbed her clit and groaned into her hair as he felt her wetness
against his fingers.
    “Oooh.” She moaned as he
slipped two fingers inside of her, and she leaned into kiss him.
His lips were firm against hers, and she gasped as he sucked on her
tongue. She felt his fingers withdraw from her, and he slid them up
her back and to her breasts. He kneaded her breasts, and as he
cupped them, she reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants.
She ran her fingers along his shaft and then started tugging on the
tip; she felt some drops of precum on her fingertips and continued
stroking him until he grew larger.
    He groaned and picked her
up quickly and sat her down on the table. He then lifted her skirt
up all the way and rubbed the tip of his cock along her clit,
making her wetter and wetter.
    “Oh shit, Don
Juan.”
    “Say my name, Vixen.” He
held his cock and rubbed it against her, moving faster and faster
until she was practically begging him to fuck her. “Say my
name”
    “Fuck me,
Spencer.”
    “Well, since you asked so
nicely.” He slid into her quickly, and he lifted her legs up over
her shoulder so that she could feel him pound into her deeper