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weird gray
hair spoiling the effect of the tattoo.”
    “I guess that would look pretty odd.” She turned her hand to
grasp his wrist and tugged him over to the bar. With eyes firmly focused ahead
of her, she refused to gawk at his erection. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen
one before, although his was by far the prettiest, if one could even describe
such a manly appendage as pretty. The last thing she needed was to openly drool
over him after uttering such a gauche statement. “Show me how this works.”
    The heat in his eyes eased her nerves as he flipped a switch
on the wall and pulled down on a small lever, lowering the bar until it reached
the height of her chin. “Is this for me?”
    “Yes sir. Grab on to the bar.”
    “Absolutely.”
    Her fingers trembled as she secured the straps and giddy
laughter tickled her lips. If she was going to be a badass, she was going to
have to stop these tendencies to giggle like a silly girl.
    “Is that too tight?” she asked.
    “Perfect.”
    Yes, he was.
    She raised the lever and watched while dancing on the balls
of her feet as the bar lifted, stretching out his body in a way that emphasized
the width of his shoulders and leanness of his waist.
    This time she couldn’t help herself. She had to slap both
hands over her mouth and pinch her nostrils shut to stifle the sound of
unadulterated joy at having Jorges’ flawless skin within touching distance.
Where did she begin? Light touches with the tips of her fingers, or just go for
it and deliver a full body tackle from behind? So many possibilities, her mind
was fit to explode.
    Snap out of it, girl. Snap out of it!
    She sucked in a breath, then another. Once her heart rate
slowed, she took her time circling his vulnerable form, committing every line
and muscle to memory.
    Jorges swayed on his feet as his pectorals flexed. “Jesus, I
swear I can feel your gaze on me.”
    “Do you like that?”
    “No. It makes me want to come. I don’t want this to be over
before we’ve begun.”
    She stepped up behind him. “Is this better?” She dragged her
nails down his back and over his hips, leaving faint pink lines down his bronze
skin.
    He bucked and hissed. “Yes. No.”
    “Which is it?” She laughed and pressed a kiss to his spine.
    “Both. You’re a wildcard, Miranda. I have no idea what
you’ll do next. The anticipation is killing me.”
    That made two of them.
    Sweat gathered along her brow and collected in her cleavage.
He was just as wonderful to touch as he was to look at. She stripped off her
blouse and dumped it on the floor, following quickly with her bra.
    The allure of his firm backside was too much to resist. She
sank to her knees and filled her hands with his taut flesh and squeezed. The
plump curve looked so tasty, she leaned forward and gently sank her teeth into
his buttock. She alternated between bites and licks, running her tongue along
the crease where cheek met thigh and pressed her thumbs against the crevice
before running them against the base of his cock. His fitful moans were an
aphrodisiac to her senses.
    Beneath the clean musk of his skin was the heady scent of
her dripping sex. Normally she would have been mortified to have soaked her
panties, but since this was the first time such an occurrence happened, she
decided to revel in the novelty of feeling so sexed-up.
    Her knees wobbled as she got to her feet, but she took extra
care to brush the hard tips of her nipples over his butt and up his back.
Reaching between his thighs, she cupped the tight sac of his balls and pressed
up with her forearm while her other hand reached around and gripped his cock
firmly, stroking up and down his length.
    Jorges shouted, coming up on his toes with every down
stroke. Her front slid along the sweat coating his skin and he trembled in her
embrace. Her hands slipped along the shaft as the tip of his cock leaked with
every pass of her hand over the knob.
    To have that much power over a man so much taller than