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asked
sarcastically.
    "Because you're cute," he answered as he
took a large spoon of eggs and placed them on the plate in front of her. 
"Here; you need to eat.  You're going to need all the energy you can get
today."
    Missy looked up sheepishly and turned a pale shade
of pink.
    "Missy, do you know what you do to me when you
blush that way?"  Brandon didn't wait for her to answer.  Instead he
picked her up out of her chair and carried her straight back to bed.  He laid
her on her stomach and held her hands above her head.  She was still wearing
his tee but when he lifted her arms the shirt revealed her naked bottom.  He
kissed his way down to her bare skin.  Missy moaned as his mouth touched her
hips.  He did miraculous things with those damn lips.  His hands slowly lifted
the shirt off of her.  In one movement he flipped her over and devoured her
lips.  She didn't know when he had lost the jeans he was wearing, but she knew they
were gone when she felt his erection at her opening.  Brandon dug through the
drawer in the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a condom.  He let out a groan
as he thrust himself into her.  He was not near as gentle as he had been the
night before.  After their night of sex, he knew exactly what she could
handle.  He kissed her, starting at her chin, then down her neck to her
cleavage.  She whimpered with lust.  She scratched her nails up the sides of
his body until he had bumps all over.  He took that as an invitation to plunge
harder into her, and she matched his stride with ease.  It didn't take long for
her to come hard all around him.  When she screamed his name with her release, it
was like a detonation button had been pressed.  He throbbed as he emptied
himself, still pushing into her softly. His pulsing had her coming all over
again.
    Brandon laid on top of Missy still inside of her. 
"You're right; maybe I should go have some protein if I'm going to keep up
with you," Missy whispered giggling. 
    Brandon got up and rolled off the condom.  "You
need energy but not for that sweetheart.  You keep up with me just fine." 
He pulled her out of the bed and lead her to the shower.  When the water was
warm, he put his fingers through her hair wetting it and softly massaging in a shampoo
that enveloped her with the smell of sandalwood.  She relaxed and let him pamper
her, washing her hair and then rubbing soap all over her body.  He only stopped
once to place a tender kiss on her mouth.  When they were both clean, he
wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and went to get her clothes.  He came back
dressed in jeans and a green polo shirt, his hair still slightly wet from the
shower. 
    "Here put these on."  He handed her a pair
of jeans and a tight fitting V neck t-shirt.  She held up the small scrap of
lace he had tucked into the jeans. 
    "What are these?" she spat with disbelief.
    He smiled mischievously, "I thought you could
use some fresh clothes."
    "And just where did these come from?" She
inquired sardonically. 
    "Oh!  One of my ex's left them here," he joked
with a chuckle.  Luckily his reflexes were quick, so he was able to catch the
clothes she threw at his face.  "I'm just kidding.  I went and picked them
out for you this morning.  You can't wear that little number you had on last
night for what I have planned."
    He handed her back the clothes and she pulled up the
lace thong glaring at him while he watched.  "So what exactly do you have
planned today?"  She asked nervously to distract him from watching her
dress.
    "It's a surprise.  Get dressed and meet me in
the living room."  He tore his eyes from her body, knowing that if he
observed this little show much longer they would be staying in all day. 
    When Missy was ready, Brandon hurried her out of the
door and to the car.  "Why are we in such a rush?"
    "I don't want to be late."  Brandon
slammed on the accelerator and headed toward Upper Manhattan.
    "Late for what?  Where are you taking
me?"