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savor Missy.  He wanted to taste her,
pleasure her, and he planned on doing it multiple times.  He touched her breast
through the thin silky fabric of her dress.  Her nipples were hard.  She moaned
as he took one of them in his mouth.  She could feel his warm breath through
the fabric and it sent shivers straight down her body.  He took off her dress
keeping his eyes on hers.  He looked at her laying in his living room naked,
wanting, and immediately was hard.   He had dreamed of this moment for the last
month, but nothing could have prepared him for it.  Missy reached up and pulled
off the tight t-shirt he had changed into before going to the club.  She dug
her nails into the tense muscles in his back, bringing him down for another
kiss.  Her need drove him crazy.  He quickly shook off his pants and went back
to giving her nipples attention.  His hands explored every part of her.  Just
when she thought she couldn't take his taunting anymore, his lips moved from
her nipples to her stomach.  He licked and sucked his way down to her legs,
sprinkling kisses all the way up her thighs until he reached her dampness.  Missy
pulled at his hair and swayed her hips.  He sucked her clit making her moan and
buckle.  Touching her opening with his fingers, he dipped one in, then two.  She
came undone underneath him.  "Mmmm, you taste good," he groaned in a
sultry voice.  He couldn't wait any more.  He picked his body off of hers and
reached in the pocket of his jeans for a condom.  She watched anxiously as he
rolled it on.  He entered her slowly knowing how tight she was with only his
finger.  When she took him in, she was already on the verge of coming again.  He
reached down and flicked her clit and she shattered.  He couldn't take anymore. 
When he felt her start to pulse below him, he exploded.  They laid there a
moment catching their breath and letting the aftershocks settle.

Chapter 8
    Missy woke up the next morning still a little dazed
from the nights activities.  She felt satisfied.  When she turned to snuggle
into Brandon, she found only empty sheets.  She knew he had been up for some
time because the space where he had slept was cold.  She stretched and pulled
herself out of bed.  Her clothes were still in the living room where Brandon
had undressed her the night before so she grabbed a t-shirt he had on a chair
by his bed.  As she entered the main area of the penthouse she smelled coffee.  Mmmm, just what she needed.   She followed the aroma to the kitchen just
off of the living room.  Brandon was standing at the stove preparing
breakfast.  It looked like enough food to feed a small army.  He was wearing
nothing but his jeans, just like she envisioned him the day before.  Her
imagination could not have prepared her for the stunning figure standing before
her.  The jeans fit perfectly around his tight ass.  When he turned, she could
see the ripples in his abs.  His jeans hung loosely on his hips with the button
still undone.  It was an invitation for her to keep looking farther down. 
Missy decided she loved to see him in the morning. 
    "Good morning; did you sleep okay?"  He handed
her a cup of coffee.  He had come to realize she was immobile before her morning
jolt.  "I made breakfast; I wasn't sure what you liked so I made a little
of everything."
    Missy reached for yogurt and a spoon and sat down at
the large mahogany and steel table he had in the kitchen.  "Is that all
you are going to eat?"  Brandon questioned as he placed a plate filled
with eggs and bacon, a bagel, and a piece of fruit on the other side of the pub
table.
    "You must have the metabolism of a
horse."  Missy had never seen so much food piled onto one plate.  She knew
he worked out, that was evident in his incredible body, but if he ate like that
he must spend a lot of time in the gym.
    Brandon looked at the shocked expression she had on
her face and laughed.  "Why do you always laugh at me?" she