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his eyes. After his initial shock at my revealing my skimpy top, his focus had remained on my face rather than dropping to where I knew he'd be able to see a dark dusting of my nipples through the lace since I'd forgone wearing a bra beneath the cami.
    "Well, I don't mind a good spanking once in a while, but I'd prefer if you don't hurt me physically otherwise. I have been with a few clients who were into the S and M stuff and couldn't get off otherwise. So yeah, I guess anything goes, within reason."
    "Really?" He tipped his head to one side and seemed to be trying to read my mind, though I doubted he could, unless he worked doing one of those psychic shows people paid to see.
    "Yup." I finally got a hot as hell guy and he seemed reluctant to touch me. The sweaty men with bad breath never seemed to have that problem. I took a step forward and, watching him for cues, rested both of my hands on his chest. "How about I get us started and you stop me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable?"
    John's brows rose again. "All right."
    Taking that as consent I opened a button on his shirt, then another. His chest was almost hairless until I reached the line of hair that began low on his flat belly and led down. How I loved a happy trail on a man in good shape. Loved to follow it with my hand, and then with my tongue.
    As I started to get horny for this guy, I truly began to hope my initial opinion had been wrong and he didn't have this big suite to compensate for a tiny cock. That would be a sin of epic proportions.
    Only one way to find out. I moved my fingers to the black leather of his belt. An image hit me hard. I imagined the sting of that leather against the bare skin of my ass as John bent me over the arm of the sofa before he fucked me.
    Men paid a lot extra for anything like that and there was even a list of guidelines for BDSM play at the Cat Haus. I didn't like doing the really hardcore kind of kink for money, but here I was getting wet while imagining doing it for free. I swallowed and glanced up at his face, wondering what he was thinking. It was a good distraction from where my own mind had gone totally off the rails.
    Standing this close I could appreciate how tall he was. Even without the added height from his cowboy boots, he was tall. I liked big men. Which brought me back to my original goal—finding out what treat hid beneath his pants.
    I slipped the end of the belt through the buckle, and then reached for the hook above the zipper of his trousers. "This all right?"
    "Yes." For the first time, John moved to touch me. He brought one hand up to my shoulder and brushed back the hair resting there. There was nothing sexual at all in his touch, which baffled me, until I realized my hair was long enough the strands over my shoulder had blocked his view of one of my breasts. Now that he'd pushed it away, I caught his stare dropping to my nipple.
    So he was a boob man, after all. Good to know.
    "Want me to take my cami off?"
    "Not yet. I can do it when I’m ready." Ah, so he was going to participate. Also good news since this was beginning to feel like a one-woman show.
    I lowered the zipper of his fly and saw the bulge of his erection through the black cotton of his underwear. The tip reached to just below the elastic waistband. I slipped my hand beneath that band and grasped his thick, hard length. My theory had definitely been off. This man didn't have anything to compensate for in the dick department. Must be something else that inspired him to get the biggest and the best suite in town, but at the moment I couldn't care what.
    Bending, I pulled his cock free from the underwear and slid my mouth over him. He drew in a breath and rested both hands on my shoulders. I tasted pre-come. It wouldn't take long to get him off, and I found that thought a bit disappointing, because there'd be a very real chance that once he came he'd say thanks and goodbye. That would leave my vibrator to deal with this need he'd worked up