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prefer a sexy dance routine, a slow, seductive striptease, but not him. He wanted the
clothes off in the quickest way possible. If he wanted the other, he could go to a club.
He wanted someone eager, someone who didn t keep him waiting, who couldn t be
bothered to keep herself waiting either.
She toed off her sneakers and worked the jeans down her hips and legs. She wasn t
shy about undressing in front of him. He liked that. She hadn t even been shy about it
last night, she wasn t bothered about being naked, in fact, he would bet the bar she
loved it. She had the womanly curves he craved to have in his hands and under his
body.
The bra was unclasped and dropped to the floor, and she stood there in nothing but
a pair of socks. When they d come back from her apartment, they d brought an
overnight bag with a few days worth of clothes and toiletries. He wasn t sure that was
going to be enough.
 We need to shave you tomorrow. You ll be so sensitive to every touch, to every
breeze. I think you ll love it.
 Okay.
 You re so willing, so open, kitten. He backed her toward the pool table with his
hands on her waist, with his lips at the hollow of her throat, with his cock straining in
his jeans, begging to be let out.
 Should I not be?
 Oh no, I like it. You should always be genuine, and if being open is being
genuine&  He left the words hanging in the air, knowing she understood his meaning.
 I want to experience everything, Dallon.
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 I know you do and I want to give you everything, to show you what it s like to be
so steeped in pleasure, so lost to the ecstasy of sex that you wonder how you ever lived
without it.
When they reached the smooth wooden edge of the table, she lifted herself up,
shifting back until her ass rested against the green felt. She was a sight. Her fair skin
against the green, the myriad colors shining down on her from the lantern above the
table purples, greens, reds.
He walked around the table, felt her eyes on him. He turned to see them widen
when he pulled a pool cue from the rack on the wall.  Are you gonna& ?
 Maybe. Lie back, knees bent, legs spread. From where he stood, he could
straighten his arm with the cue in it and touch her. That s just what he did too when she
was in the right position.
She offered herself up to him, willingly submissive to anything he wanted and he
couldn t get over how incredibly sexy it was. He touched the end of the stick to one of
her nipples, teasing the end until it pebbled. A light dusting of blue chalk was left on
her skin as he trailed the cue down her side and leg.
 Like it? Her eyes never left him, never left the movement of his arm. She watched
everything he did to her. She licked her lips and fisted her hands.
 Yes.
He walked around her body, treating the opposite side with the same light teasing
strokes. The small cube of chalk sat on the side of the table and he rubbed it against the
end of the cue. The blue marks were pretty and something about it said  mine that he
hadn t expected but welcomed just the same.
When he stood between her legs, the wetness glistened on her inner lips, on the
little tufts of hair he would be shaving off in the morning. He drew chalk swirls on her
inner thighs then flipped the cue around in his hand. He pressed the wider end against
her clit and she bucked up.
 Something wrong, kitten?
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 Nothing. Do it again. Please.
He did, sliding the smooth wood through her soaking-wet sex, wedging it against
her clit and circling it. She met him with a lift of her hips until she was riding the edge
of it.  That s it, Carrie. You can let go.
 Yes. God, Dallon& 
 You wanted to be naughty, kitten. He put more pressure on the stick and her
lower body was lifting and lowering in a constant up and down thrust, her ass
squeezing, her breath hitching the closer she got to the orgasm she was reaching for.
 Please& 
 Take it, Carrie. It s right there for you. It s all yours, baby.
And the second she touched her nipples, her fingers pinching the hard tips, a cry
tore from her throat. The muscles in her legs trembled and he lowered the end of the
cue from her clit to the entrance of her cunt, sliding it inside, fucking her while she rode
the waves.
She was gasping for breath by the time she was flat on the table. Her eyes were
closed by the time his jeans were undone and on the floor. Her come was seeping from
her by the time he pulled the cue from her pussy and crawled on top of her. Her lips
were open to his kiss by the time he slid his cock inside her.
She was the hottest fuck he d ever had. And it was so true what they said about the
girls who grew up good. They were the baddest and best in bed. Her legs lifted around
his hips, her arms around his shoulders. His body held her down against the surface of
the table and she clung to him during the plundering.
He couldn t slow down, couldn t take it easy. Seeing her open and flowering for
him drove him, pushed him to claim her in every way he could. He was her first true
lover and if he had anything to say about it he d be the only one for a long-ass time.
He plunged deep, withdrew then bottomed out again balls-deep. She was the
tightest damn thing. Driving hard, his balls slapped against her ass until they drew up
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tight against his body. One final thrust pressed the head of his cock against her womb
and he emptied inside her, his body jerking within her hold.
Every inch of her surrounded every inch of him and he couldn t think of any other
place he would rather be. Ever.
Her face was buried in the crook between his neck and shoulder. She was
alternately nipping at his skin and licking the small bite marks.
 I m crushing you, kitten.
 No, she murmured. She shook her head too as a punctuation to her word.
 The bed would be more comfortable.
She nodded this time and he smiled against her hair. He lifted his head and met her
lips for a soft but lingering kiss, eyes open, staring into hers. Something passed between
them in that moment. He d fucked her with an object that was never intended for that
purpose, and then he d climbed on her and rutted, plundered and pillaged. But
something special and tender passed between them in that kiss and he felt his entire
world fall over on its ass.
He untangled himself from her arms and legs and climbed from the table.  Let s
go.
Holding out a hand to her, he helped her down then held her for a moment until
she was no longer wobbly on her feet. There was a small wet spot on the green felt and
when he pointed it out to her, she blushed and buried her face against his chest. He
laughed at her false modesty. He left the cue on the table and took her hand, leading her
around the bar while he turned out all the lights.
He was tired, sleepy, and for the second night in a row was looking forward to
having a woman sleep next to him.
* * * * *
 Did I do okay tonight?
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She was sitting cross-legged in the center of his bed, still naked, this time with her
socks off. She looked for all the world like a girl just discovering everything around her,
for the first time seeing life, color, daylight. She was touching texture and dipping
below the surface of her existence. She was more beautiful than any other woman had
ever been.
And she was asking him if she d done okay.  Work or after?
 Work. I ve never had a real job before.
 You worked in the bridal shop. That was real work, wasn t it?
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