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as an innocent virgin and run my hand up your leg, like so? Will you squirm away?”
    She almost did and stopped at his words. He was getting in her head and she didn’t like it. She had no control over him, there was nothing he didn’t seem able to see through.
    She could play the game too.
    “I like that game,” Carolyn said, “but maybe even more, the school girl who’s the seductress. Would you like me to seduce you, Senor?”
    “But you have been, Carolina.” He sounded amused.
    It was hard to coordinate her limbs, the alcohol making her muddy. But she was able to turn and straddle his lap.
    “You haven’t seen what I can do,” she bragged. She was going to show him what she was made of, show him that her games were more effective than his.
    She fumbled the buttons on his shirt, opening only the top buttons. That was enough. She put her hand down his shirt and felt his chest, her fingers skimming over scar and chest hair. He was so warm and hard. His skin was a path from soft and downy to hard and corded. There were puckers formed by scars and the tiny nubs of his nipples.
    He felt like no one else. He sounded, tasted, acted like no man before him. He made her falter when she had been so sure.
    Her hand stilled and she looked up into his face.
    The handsome man from the photos was still in the face looking back at her. The aristocratic nose, the dark eyebrows, the warm hazel eyes. His hand hooked the back of her head and he brought her face down.
    “I will meet you Carolina, the half way. Does that sound acceptable?”
    He didn’t give her a chance to answer, his mouth covered hers.
    It wasn’t lost on her that this was their first kiss. The first time their lips met and parted. The first time their breath mingled. The first time she felt tenderness melt the exterior of her heart.
    She would have pulled away but his hand was strong on her neck, holding her to him.
    His tongue slipped past her lips and tasted her mouth. It was an intrusion she wanted to protest. She didn’t want his kiss. She didn’t want any semblance of romance or care. She didn’t want to feel the soft, the sweet press of his lips on hers.
    Her body pressed into his and he kept one hand cupping her head while the other wandered from her back to her butt and then back again.
    When his mouth released hers, Carolyn was strangely saddened. She felt his cock straining in his trousers, felt the tension in his body yet it was strangely unmoving. His mouth descended once more but his lips skimmed by her mouth and nuzzled the soft skin of her cheek.
    He kissed under her eyes, along her cheekbones. His body was aroused but his kisses were sweet. It was disconcerting. It was something she wanted more of. She needed it to end.
    She reached down and pulled at the zipper of his trousers. He was rock hard. It was hard to coordinate her fingers to release him while he bit her earlobe and kissed down her neck.
    His cock was hot in her hand. “Carolina,” he murmured against her neck.
    “Fuck me,” she answered.
    He helped her lift up and he fit himself to her. She slid over his cock, dropping her head back. It felt good, he was deep in her. He leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her throat.
    “Carolina,” he said again and his tongue tasted her.
    “Mateo,” she said and worked herself hard on his cock.

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    “You are going to sing well for your audition.”
    Carolyn felt his words warm her inside. It was no longer difficult to sing in front of Mateo. He was helpful, not as autocratic as she assumed he’d be.
    As a teacher he truly wanted her to do well. He was relaxed and easy, very much not the man she’d met only a week and a half before. There was a difference between both, an ease they found together.
    Germany was looming but for the first time, she was beginning to think that perhaps she would be able to do what she wished to and not for the reasons others said. She could sing, she understood that. She heard the