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uncomfortable. That never happened in the movies. How the hell was she supposed to respond to that? “Why?” she said, “Never seen a naked woman before?”
                  Now it was Dan's turn to laugh – although, in Emma's opinion, he over did it a little. He laughed long, and loud, as if he'd just been told a hilarious joke. In that moment, Emma made a vow to herself to never stand naked in front of a laughing man again. It was the most humiliating thing she'd ever done, and the blush that had been incipient arousal quickly became the red flush of shame. With almost super human force of will she fought the urge to turn and run.
                  “Yes,” Dan said, “That's exactly it. I've never seen a naked woman before.” He got up from the bed and stopped to pick up her discarded shirt. “Now go on,” he said. “You've had your fun. Get out of here.”
                  He tossed her the shirt he'd just picked up. It hit her on the stomach and fell to the floor – she made no move to catch it. “If it hits you in the hands,” Dan said, “You're supposed to catch it. I don't know much about football, but I definitely remember that.”
                  Emma just stood, stock still and frozen, her mind moving in two dozen ways at once. Dan took a few steps toward her, picked up her shirt again, and set his hand gently on her shoulders. “Here,” he said, holding the shirt out to her with the other hand.
                  “Do you really think I'm beautiful?” Emma said, because she honestly wanted to know. Her plan was getting out of hand, but even now she had to try.
                  “Yes,” Dan said. “You'll make some man very happy one day. Hopefully not the layabout.”
                  Chauvinist , Emma thought, but at the same time she saw a way back onto the path she'd plotted. “Are you happy, Dan?” she said.
                  “At the moment?” Dan said, “I'm tired and I just want to finish Iron Chef and go to bed.”
                  Emma took a step in. There wasn't much distance between them to begin with, so after her step she was flush on his body. She could feel her breasts pressed against his strong chest, and lower, against her stomach, she could feel his manhood through his thin satin trousers. Either he had an absolutely massive cock, or he was at half-mast.
                  The thought that she was affecting him flushed Emma with arousal again. This time even more than before. Her pulse races, and she could feel herself beginning to get wet. Wet at the thought of Dan – of Dan touching her, tasting her, taking her. These emotional boot-leg turns were something else, she decided. “But are you happy ?” she whispered.
                  “Go to bed,” Dan said. His voice was low, and husky, and she could feel the reverberations in his chest. Emma slid her hand up his leg, hooking her thumb into the top of his white satin trousers. “You don't know what you're getting into,” he said.
                  He moved to pull away, but Emma wrapped him I her arms and stopped him. He was much stronger than her, so if he'd really wanted to he could have stepped back. That meant he didn't really want to, right?
                  It was enough for Emma, anyway.
                  “Do you ever fantasize about me?” she said.
                  “No,” Dan said, but Emma was pretty sure she felt a stirring down below. “Go to bed.”
                  “What a good idea,” Emma purred. “Let's go to bed.” Was that another twitch?
                  “No,” Dan said. “You go to your bed, and I will go to mine. Immediately.”
                  “Or what?” Emma said, “Daddy's going to bend me over and spank me?” There was no mistaking it, this time. His cock had definitely