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that on…and I’ll keep doi ng it,” I said between breaths playfully.  Pulling him closer, I kissed him lightly, beginning at the shell of his ear down to his neck, tasting the saltiness of my tears as they blended with his sweat. Then suddenly, I felt his body shudder, the ripple of his muscles leaving me breathless.
    “You do that again, and I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” I stiffened as the sultry sound of his voice permeated my skin, coating me. I looked up and laughed at his words. “That sound…makes me hard.” I panted as I watched him grab himself. “Makes me want to fuck you again,” he whispered nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. A pulsing tremor traveled the length of my body as he licked up to my chin. “You make me hot.”
    “You make me hot.”  I ran my fingers down his jawbone tracing the outline of his face, my fingers running lightly over his chin, feeling his stubble. “That was so intense, it’s almost like a drug.” I took a much-needed breath. “When we fuck like that it leaves me…weak, trembling. Look at me?” I held up my arm, offering him the proof that I was literally shaking.
    He raised himself onto one elbow and faced me, his gaze penetrating the very core of me, and threw his leg over mine, imprisoning me.
    “I like you trembling.”
    He deliberately ran his fingers up my side, circling my nipples, then leisurely down my stomach, tracing my bellybutton. I quivered as his fingertips grazed my skin, sending shocks coursing out over the surface.
    “Good thing we have time before we have to go, I’m sure I look horrible.” I pushed his leg off me as I sat up. I rubbed my chin and could feel the irritation on my face from his five o’clock shadow.
    “You look perfect to me.” He winked, “I think ‘just fucked’ looks good on you.” He shook his head. “I also think I look good on you.”
    He rolled over and pick ed his laptop off of the floor, pushing a button. Then closed it as he reclined back, folding his arms behind his head. He lay there against the plush headboard naked, looking absolutely beautiful, pure male confidence oozing out of every pore. 
    I got up and tugged my nightshirt back on then tossed my panties into the hamper.
    “What time are we meeting these people?”  I asked.
    “Eight.  Why do you ask like that?”
    “Like what?”
    “Like it’s the last thing you want to do.”
    “Because it is the last thing I want to do.” I immediately regretted saying that.
    “Grace.  You don’t have to come.”  He climbed out of bed and followed me into the bathroom, where I stopped in front of the vanity. I looked into the mirror at our reflection seeing his eyes lock with mine. Raising his arms, he rested his hands on my shoulders.
    “Ace…” I groaned, leaning my head back against his chest. “You know I’m not good at business dinners.  I’m uncomfortable.”
    Lowering his arms he encircling my waist and pulled my body up against his.  With his nose poking through my hair, I felt the tip rub against my neck and heard him inhale deeply.  Another tingling sensation traveled up my spine. 
    “That tickles… stop,” I moaned playfully.
    “Nope.  I’m going to keep doing this until you give in and say you’ll come to dinner with me.”  He nuzzled me again.
    “I can’t believe you.  You are going to stand there and torture me until I give in ,” I giggled when he licked my ear. “Stop. You are actually making me very horny again.” 
    I felt his erection against my lower back as he trailed his hands up along my sides, his fingers skimming over my body, my skin rippling into goose bumps as the tips of his fingers danced across the surface of my skin. He cupped my breasts and began to gently knead the over sensitive area through the fabric of my nightshirt.  His eyes locked once again with mine in the mirror and the desire reflected there caused a pulling in my core that rapidly spread throughout my