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inside me.
    I liked sex, and I'd like to have it with John, here, tonight, in this amazing suite high above the city lights twinkling below us. Maybe I had seen Pretty Woman too many times.
    Straightening, I asked, "Would you be more comfortable sitting down?" That was my polite way of saying I hated standing blowjobs. They made my back hurt.
    "Is the bedroom off limits?"
    I smiled. My John was definitely a rule follower and I was finding the quality endearing. "Not at all. I told you, no limits."
    "Within reason," he added with a small smile.
    I laughed and repeated, "Within reason."
    His eyes seemed to darken and his hands settled on my waist. "Then I think I'd like you naked and in my bed."
    Finally. Christ, I thought he'd never warm up, but now he had, things were beginning to turn molten. "I'd like that. A lot."
    "Would you?" He watched me again, searching my eyes. Maybe he was trying to figure out if I was lying? Faking my interest in being with him.
    I unbuttoned my pants, reached for his hand and guided his long fingers down my stomach and beneath the lace of my panties. He let me move our joined hands between my lips to where I knew I was wet. "I want to be in your bed, John."
    He slid one long, manicured finger inside me, his eyes narrowing further. "How long do I have?"
    "Gus said all night, if you want."
    John circled my clit with his finger, wet with my own juices. First one direction, and then the other. My eyes drifted closed as I drew in a long breath through my mouth.
    "If we don't move to the bedroom, I'll end up taking you right here." He spoke low and close against my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through me and I didn't care where he took me, as long as he did.
    He pressed my clit harder, and my breath caught in my throat. "We'll go in a second."
    "You mean after you come?" There was a smile in his voice.
    "God, yes. Please." If he was willing to give it, I was willing to take it.
    John doubled his efforts on my clit as he scraped his teeth over my neck, which had always been an erogenous zone on me that most men missed. The combination did me in. My muscles started to spasm as the orgasm took me. Wave upon wave, as my breath became labored, my body throbbed with the pleasure he caused in me.
    I was still twitching with aftershocks as John grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom.
    He sat long enough to yank off his boots and socks. The careful businessman was gone as he dropped his trousers and left them where they fell, something I was pretty sure this careful, rule follower didn't make a habit of. His shirt and underwear soon joined his pants on the floor and there he stood, gloriously naked, and I wanted him.
    I slipped out of my own pants, but I took the time to drape them over the chair. Like I said, this suit cost me a fortune and it was white. And maybe I was in a little less of a rush than John since I'd just come. His cock pointing straight out proved he was in great need at the moment.
    My standing before him in nothing but white lace panties and a see-through cami didn't go unnoticed. He stepped forward, grabbed my hips and drew me closer. "What about kissing?"
    With him? Oh, hell yeah. With Gus? Never. "Kissing is fine."
    His mouth crashed into mine and his tongue spread my lips, stroking in and out. If the man fucked like he kissed, I was in for a wild ride. I looked forward to it.
    Reaching between us, I wrapped my fist around his length, and he pulled back. "Don't. If you touch me, I'll come."
    "Then come so we can take our time during the second round." I backed him up toward the bed. When the back of his legs hit the mattress he sat. I dropped to my knees and slid my mouth over him, watching as his eyes closed and a frown creased his forehead. He needed to come, then we could relax and get creative, and believe me there were plenty of things I wanted to do with my own personal fantasy man.
    He was generously hung but I managed to deep throat him just to prove I could.