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moaned and slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring at me with a darkened gaze, his lips curled up and his eyes masked with some emotion I didn’t know.
    “So you’re ready to give me my lap dance now?” He smiled at me then, a deep smile, and his eyes lit up as if they were laughing at some hilarious joke.
    “What’s so funny?” I mumbled , my body feeling bereft as clouds of doubt seeped into my brain.
    “For someone so vocally against fucking and what I want to do to you, you certainly surprised me.”
    “I’m not against fucking.” I leaned forward and bit his lower lip hard. “In fact, I quite enjoy fucking.” I shifted in my lap so that I was sitting directly on his erection. “I just don’t like being used.”
    “I’m not using you.” He shook his head and his hands grasped my hips and started moving them back and forth. “In fact, I gave you a job.”
    “I don’t even know what the job is.”
    “Do you really want to know?”
    “I want to know if Brandon Hastings is bad news,” I whispered into his ear while lightly nibbling on his earlobe.
    “If I tell you that Brandon is bad news, you’ll think I’m bad news as well.”
    “Well, aren’t you?” I kissed down his neck and shivered as his hand pushed my butt hard against him. “But to answer your question, yes, if you tell me that Brandon is bad news, I will also assume that you are bad news.”
    “Well, I guess I should be honest.” He chuckled, but there was no humor in his tone.
    His hands ran up my back, and I leaned forward to kiss him. His lips tasted salty, and I kissed them eagerly, wanting to taste him again before he told me the truth. My tongue eagerly sought entry into his mouth and he sucked on it eagerly as I moved back and forth on his lap, building up the pressure in my pussy.
    I knew that I should sit back and hear what he had to say, but I was scared. I wanted to experience this moment before he told me the truth and I had to leave. Because I would leave. I wasn’t a sadist. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.
    Greyson kissed me like a professional. His lips and teeth and tongue were all consuming. I couldn’t think about anything but the pressure of his lips on mine and the sweet pleasure that ran through me as he sucked and nibbled on my tongue. He was so good that I didn’t realize that he had successfully pulled my top and bra off until I felt my naked breasts pressed against his chest.
    “Oh,” I moaned against his lips as I felt his fingers kneading into my naked back and my nipples pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt. My fingers quickly reached for his buttons and opened his shirt up. I wanted to feel my skin against his skin . I wanted to feel the light spattering of his chest hair against my nipples, teasing them gently as his fingers kneaded into me roughly and his tongue explored my mouth.
    “To answer your question, Meg,” he muttered before bending his head down to my breasts. His eyes looked up at me and I stared at him wordlessly. “To answer your question, I would say if Brandon is bad news, then I am even worse news.” His eyes were dark and his words were bold. I stared at him for a moment, about to ask him what he meant, but then his lips reached down and took my nipple in his mouth and I was taken on a new journey.
    His teeth weren’t gentle as they bit down on my nipple, and I cried out as he bit and sucked and then sucked and bit. My hands found their way to the top of his head and my fingers played with his silky tresses as I leaned back. His mouth changed from one breast to another, and as his teeth bit down on my other nipple, I felt a small orgasm building up in my body.
    I groaned as he continued sucking and his fingers slid down my back and in between my ass. This time, he wasn’t hesitant or gentle with his fingers. His hands slid roughly between my legs with the simple intent of rubbing me and bringing me pleasure as he suckled on my breasts. I