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Sam.”
    “Go for it, sweetheart.” When she hesitated, he used his index finger to lift her chin. “We’re lying here naked after fucking like a couple of teenagers. In the very, very near future we’re going to do it again. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Hana.”
    “Do you always carry half a dozen rubbers in your wallet?”
    “No, I sure don’t,” he answered in a serious tone. “I put them in there as soon as I got home on the day we met.”
    “I hope not because I came across as an easy mark.” She infused as much humor as she could into her voice, but she was genuinely concerned. To the best of her knowledge, she’d never inspired a man to lust at first sight.
    “Oh shit, no, Hana,” Sam said, resting his palm on her cheek. “You so blew me away within the first five minutes, I’m still shocked that I was able to carry on an intelligent conversation, let alone put together a professional proposal and bid. I knew immediately that I was going to do everything in my power to switch our relationship from business to personal, so being a confident guy, preparing for success made sense.”
    Hana rolled onto him, wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged. “I’ve dreamt about you almost every night.”
    Sam ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. “Am I living up to your fantasies?”
    “Well, so far so good, but I’ve got quite the active libido, which at times, leans toward the non-traditional.” Playfulness surged through her, as did renewed horniness. Hana planted little kisses along his chest and up to his shoulders, shimmying until her knees were by his hips. She pressed her wet pussy against his rigid penis and wiggled her ass.
    “How intriguing.” Sam swatted her butt with authority, sending heat radiating down her legs.
    He grabbed onto her rear, spread her cheeks wide and moved her up and down his length. She closed her eyes, relishing the friction on her clit. When the head of his cock nudged her entrance, she whimpered and stopped. Gripping his upper arm, she leaned over and grabbed a condom. Sam crossed his arms behind his head and watched her with hooded eyes as she tore open the package.
    “Gonna help me?” she asked, holding him in one hand, the latex in the other.
    “Nope,” he responded with a decadent grin.
    “Very nice.” She chuckled, sheathing him.
    “Hop on, sweetheart. Have your wicked way with me.”
    As she moved to straddle him, he teased her pussy lips with two fingers. She batted his hand out of the way, positioned his cock and took him slowly inside. They moaned in unison when he was fully seated. Hana struggled for breath as she adjusted to the glorious sensation of being filled to capacity.
    Sam’s words, along with him sitting upright propped against the headboard, his legs stretched out straight, gave the illusion she was in charge of their lovemaking, but the almost predatory look in his eyes left no doubt that he could and would take the upper hand when he was ready. Hana trembled with excitement. This man, whom she barely knew, seemed to understand exactly how to enflame her, body and mind.
    He palmed her left breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh and catching her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She felt each pinch and tug deep in her womb.
    Hana wrapped her arms around his neck and began to ride him. She deliberately set an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the sweet torture, hoping she was driving him mad. She rose up until the tip of his cock was barely inside her. Sam used his free hand to massage her pussy, paying special attention to her throbbing clit.
    She held his gaze while sliding back down. Sam reached around her hip. Hana threw her head back, dug her fingernails into his shoulders and squealed when his lubricated thumb breached her anus.
    “Non-traditional is my middle name, Hana.” He pumped his thumb a few times before removing it and filling her with a couple of fingers. “Fuck me like you mean