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throbbing vice. “Let me have your clit.” He positioned his hand under her mound, playing with her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy.
    Within minutes she was crying out, bucking against him, and begging him to fuck her ass hard and fast.  
    “You sure, hon?”
    “Yes, please, yessss.”
    With both hands braced on her waist, he thrust his cock in and out, reveling in the intense physical and emotional sensation. He was the first man she’d allowed to love her this way, and he would be her last lover, period. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Flip over, now.”
    She did as he asked, without question.
    He gripped his cock in his hand, watching with satisfaction as he painted her perfect, round tits with his come. “Yes, fuck, I love the way that looks. I love marking you, making you mine. Rub it all over your tits.” He watched her, moaning as she spread it all over her nipples before licking it off her fingertips.
    “Hmm, I love the way you taste. When’re you going to let me suck your cock?”
    The image of her on her knees, sucking him off, flashed through his mind. “Soon, honey. Soon. I’m thinking we may need to forget about this fundraiser tonight.”
    She slapped his chest, laughing. “No, I want to go; it’ll be fun to meet your friends and colleagues.”
    He winked, licking his lips as he eyed the sticky sheen coating her superb tits. “Fine, but I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk by the time I’m finished with you.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Alana walked into the ballroom on Ryan’s arm feeling like she’d just won the lottery. He was the sexiest man in the room, and he was hers, at least for tonight. She wanted to believe the sweet things he said, but only time would tell whether he was being sincere.
    Ryan held her hand as he led her to one of the beautifully decorated tables at the front of the grand ballroom. Judging by the position of the table, and the lavish floral centerpiece and adornments, they were seated at the head table. Conversation amongst the older couples seated at the table ceased as soon as they arrived.
    An older gentleman on Ryan’s left rose, extending his hand. “Glad you could make it, Ryan. And I see you managed to bring the prettiest date in the room, yet again.”  He winked at the lady seated to his left. “Except for my Judith, of course.”
    “Oh stop,” his wife said, the color rising in her cheeks. She rose, embracing Ryan. “So good to see you again! It’s been too long, darling.”
    “Likewise, Judith.” He kissed her cheek soundly. He glanced at the curious spectators seated around the table as he slipped his arm around Alana’s waist. “I’d like you all to meet Alana Miller.” He squeezed her waist, obviously trying to put her at ease. “Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet Dr. and Mrs. Smythe.” He gestured to a couple to her immediate left. “Dr. and Mrs. Collins, and Dr. and Mr. Morris.”  
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, trying to decide whether she should make her rounds shaking hands or simply take her seat. Before she made up her mind, Ryan made the decision for her, pulling her chair out. “Thank you,” she whispered, grateful he’d thought to intervene.
    “Tell us, what do you do, Alana?” Dr. Morris asked.
    Obviously these people didn’t believe in wasting time. “I’m running my father’s car dealership at the moment,” she said, picking up her water glass. She needed something to coat her dry throat. She was rarely nervous meeting new people, since it was mandatory in her line of work at the dealership, but being sized up by a roomful of doctors was unnerving, to say the least. “Unfortunately, he’s fallen ill and he’s no longer up to the task.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” Dr. Morris said.
    “What did you do prior to that, Alana?” Mrs. Smythe asked.
    She suspected they were waiting for her to tell them she was an exotic dancer during her down time.