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part of the blame.”
    Brett rolled his eyes and tugged her onto the dance floor. “Your reasoning is definitely flawed, but I’ll give you your one dance anyway.” Pulling her into his arms for the slow tune that just started, he added sternly, “One dance only, Kayla.”
    Looping her arms around his broad shoulders, Kayla pressed suggestively against him, his wide, hard chest providing the perfect cradle for her breasts. Molding her body to his, she swayed with him as he moved her about the floor with a skill she found exciting. Unable to resist, she feathered light kisses along his beard stubbed jaw as she rocked her pelvis against his. The bulge pressing against her mound was temptingly large and hard, much like the rest of him.
    “Are you sure that’s all you want, Brett?” she asked softly as she pressed closer to him.
    Brett lowered his hands to her ass and cupped her soft, surprisingly full buttocks. If she wanted to play with fire, he was going to show her how easily she could get burned. He was sure she was used to calling the shots with men, both in and out of bed. Hopefully letting her know she couldn’t manipulate him that easily would be enough to deter her from pursuing him. Not that he wasn’t flattered by the attention from such an attractive, sexy woman, but in the past eight years since his divorce, Brett had steered clear of women who would demand more from him than he was willing to give, and especially women who were too young, and too innocent to accept what he would demand from her when they had sex. Despite her flirtatious, open nature, there was an innocent naiveté about Kayla that was endearing and brought out his protective instincts, but was completely at odds from what he looked for when contemplating a brief, no strings attached sexual relationship.
    “The question is, are you sure you know what you’re doing when you come on to me, little one?” His cock hardened even more as he kneaded her buttocks, but he ignored his discomfort and focused on driving his point home. “You can’t handle more than one dance with me, little girl, so take what I’m offering then go back to your friends and forget about me.”
    Kayla shivered as his hard hands on her ass sent another gush of moisture seeping from her pussy and made her nipples tighten painfully. She was so aroused by his hands on her ass, his hard body holding her close and the dark glitter in his eyes that matched the dark threat of a sexual experience unlike anything she had had before, she could barely refrain from begging him to fuck her right then.
    “Yeah?” she breathed, rising on her toes to kiss him lightly on his stern mouth. “Prove it. Take me upstairs and show me what you like. Let me decide what I can handle and what I can’t.”
    The image of her upstairs, stripped and bent over, his cock buried inside her hot pussy as he kneaded her bare ass, only added to the torture his cock had been enduring since he first spotted her earlier this evening. But remembering the fifteen year age difference between them and how innocent she really was enough to cool his lust, reminding him she was about as far from the type of woman he usually dallied with as the earth was from the moon.
    Gripping her hair in a tight fist, he brought her head up and stated emphatically, “You won’t gain admittance upstairs, so don’t even try. What goes on up there is not for you.” Unable to let her go without tasting that lush mouth, he gave her a hint of what sex with him would be like. His mouth was as hard as his hands on her ass and in her hair, his lips demanding as he practically forced hers open and his tongue ruthless as he explored every recess of her mouth.
    Kayla moaned when his lips connected with hers then gasped softly when he kissed her with open mouth carnality, his mouth taking hers with hard pressure and mastery. It was a kiss unlike anything she had experienced before and from her body’s instant reaction, her response