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with spasms.  I reach for him as he gladly takes me into his arms.  I am far too limp and ragged to support myself.
    He kisses me.  Long and hard and deep as the taste of me is still fresh on his lips and tongue.
    Resting my head on his shoulder, I give out a sigh of contentment.  “That was perfect.”
    “There’s more.”
    Shuddering as something hard nudges me where I am still sensitive and swollen.  “Wow.”
    “Wrap your legs around me.”  Taking hold of my hips he positions me against his erection.
    Glancing down, he is magnificent.  Large and swollen.  Moisture seeps from me, as my skin tingles where it presses against the round tip.
    He moves his hips from side to side, wedging himself between my folds.  I shudder.  This is it.  I’ve wanted this from the first night I’d met him.
    Kissing my lips, he rests his forehead against mine.  With a sharp, sudden thrust and a pull on my hips, he buries himself deep inside me.
    I gasp, stiffening a second, then slowly adjusting to his large size.  “God, you’re huge.  ”
    Chuckling he continues kissing my lips.    Pulling part-way out and plunging in again.
    Swatting my ass, I gasp.  He plants his lips on mine and invades my open mouth with his tongue, locking my ankles around his waist. 
    Moving his hips, he rocks himself against me, gentle at first and now harder and harder.  Matching his rhythm, meeting each thrust with one of my own.  Stopping to kiss when our breathing becomes more labored, my head falls back.  Panting, he now thrusts into me with a desperation that brings tears to my eyes as his cock hits the spot that makes me mad with pleasure.   
    Whimpering as my climax lifts me higher and higher, screaming as it breaks free.  Letting out a long groan, he pumps himself deep into me, roaring loudly.
    We hold each other tight as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
    “I can still feel you inside me, throbbing,” I whisper.
    “Mmm.”
    I smile and rest my head on his shoulder.
    We can hear loud talking in the distance.
    He grunts.  “I guess we aren’t alone.”
    “Fuck!”  I look around anxiously.  “I’m naked.”
    He smirks and looks down.  “Umm…so am I.”

 
    RIDE OF MY LIFE
     
     
     
    I know how to hold my liquor, and I know I won’t have a hangover today, despite the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed.  After dropping Miss George off at her hotel last night, I came back into the bar, helped myself to some whiskey and finished off the night thoroughly and cheerfully hammered. 
    God this is becoming too much for me.  Each time I see her it is getting harder and harder to control my desire.  And by desire I mean my cock.  And I definitely mean harder .  And it is almost becoming embarrassingly obvious that my erection is growing more and more difficult to conceal.
    The morning comes a bit too soon, but I am up and about at dawn, making certain the limo is clean, ready, and pull into into the courtyard.  The sooner I drop off Miss George, the better. 
    Miss George.  It is the best way to think of her.  As long as I think of her as Miss George it helps me keep her at a distance.  I’ve grown dangerously close to her in the last few months, and I need to get the hell away from her, back to just being her driver, not her confidant.  I need to mind my own business, not hers.
    My eyes follow her as she finally comes out, still biting into a piece of toast and talking on her cell.  I should feel guilty at making her hurry.  This is the last bit of the trip—we shouldn’t have to stop before we reach Cincinnati, and I am not prone to wait as I am getting pretty tired of this fucking book tour.
    I hold open the door as she climbs in without a second glance in my direction. 
    I almost chuckle as she tries to turn around, and ends up falling onto the seat in an ungainly heap, her skirt rises to an almost indecent level.  Fuck .  I reach in to steady her as she jumps as I grip her shoulder.  My