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remarked.
         Grady lifted his drink, his eyes staying on Cathy. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”
         Cathy giggled and then took a sip from her Hurricane glass, but her hungry green eyes never left Grady’s face.
         Grady’s insides tingled with the prospect of a night naked next to the giggly girl. 
         I think I’m really gonna like New Orleans.
    *     *     *
         An hour later, Grady was fumbling with the keys to the front door of his apartment when Cathy slipped her arms around his waist and nibbled on his earlobe.
         “Hurry up and get that door open, darlin’.”
         Grady made several unsuccessful attempts to get his key in the lock. “What in the hell is in that drink?”    
         “Allow me,” Cathy offered, taking the keys from him.
         After a few seconds of struggling, she finally pushed the door open. When she stepped inside, she browsed the living room. “You don’t have much.”
         Grady yanked his keys from the lock. “Furnished apartment. I never pack my stuff and bring it with me. I travel way too much for that.”
         “Where’s your computer?” Cathy asked, glancing about the living room.
         Grady stared at her breasts and tossed his keys to the coffee table. “Bedroom.”
         Cathy came up to him and slid her arms about his neck. “I’d love to see your hard drive.”
         “My hard drive? You’re a bad girl.” He wrapped her in his arms while trying to maintain his balance.
         “I bet you like bad girls,” Cathy whispered in his ear. “Maybe you should punish me. Do you want to spank me?”
         Not another one of those, he inwardly groaned.
         “I have something else in mind,” he told her, lifting her into his arms.   
         Grady wobbled a little. She was heavier than he thought, or it was the booze … he wasn’t sure. Cathy giggled and wiggled in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom.
         Grady deposited Cathy on the bed, and she immediately sat up on her knees and wrestled her tank top over her head. She was eager, he liked that.
         Kissing the nape of her neck, his fingers expertly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor. Grady had wanted to get his hands on her firm breasts all night. He delighted in the feel of them. When his thumbs flicked her nipples, those little pink nubs became erect.
         Grady always loved caressing a woman’s breasts, though he had to admit these were a handful. Unlike a lot of other guys, he wasn’t a fan of big boobs. He liked to take in the whole package with a woman, not just her tits.
         Cathy hungrily began undoing the buttons on his long-sleeved shirt. Her frenzied movements added to his desire. Grady just hoped her enthusiasm was a prelude of things to come. 
         He raised his lips to her ear and whispered, “What do you like?”
         She pushed the shirt over his shoulders, her eyes scrutinizing his carved chest. Running her hands over his muscular shoulders and ripped abs, she raised her green eyes to him.
         “Do it real hard, don’t be gentle. You can even tie me up if you want.”
         “I’ll see what I can do,” he chuckled.
         She tugged at the zipper on his jeans. “Just don’t leave any bruises. My dad asks a lot of questions when he sees bruises.”
         Her dad? That was a buzz kill. He waited by the edge of the bed while she pushed his jeans and briefs down his hips. Cathy’s lips settled over his right nipple, and then she sank her teeth into him.
         Grady winced slightly at her exuberant bite. Then, her mouth started traveling down his chest and stomach until she lowered her mouth over his erection. When she began licking his tip, he eased his head back and his knees settled against the bed. Before long, Cathy had her mouth riding up and down his shaft.
         Christ, he loved it when a woman went down on