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and better since he’d met such a beautiful and apparently competent woman. Could she take care of herself in bed while they made love? He’d bet she could.
    “It’s not the burger, then,” Kyle continued conversationally.
    Charlie had known him for long enough to realize that he was fishing for information, which he wasn’t about to give. He grunted.
    “It’s hot here in LA. You might want to run off and buy yourself some cool clothes. Or my secretary can do it if you like.”
    Now there was an idea. Less restrictive clothes might mean a cooler head with which to think. Charlie scrambled to his feet, leaving the pencil lying forlornly on the desk. “You’ve got good ideas,” was all he said before he took off as if he’d been bitten. He suspected Kyle was looking after him with suspicion. Maybe, if the situation warranted it, he’d explain later.
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    The fantasy returned several minutes later as Charlie sat back in the rented limo, which smelled of new leather. Sleep eluded him, so why not indulge in some harmless erotic daydreaming? Where had he left off when his gloomy thoughts had interrupted his dream next to the running fountain? Oh yes, with Roxie standing naked in the middle of the ballroom floor. His every nerve sizzled and his heart began pounding erratically again. It hadn’t taken long, he mused, to slip back into the sensuality she invoked in him.
     
    The phantom dancers on the floor kept twirling and swaying to the waltz and he saw a few of the men begin to eye Roxie and her luscious, nude body surrounded by tulle netting, leaving so little yet so much to his mind’s eye. She was like Venus rising from the clam shell, a pearl of priceless value. He’d itched to pull the pins from her hair in the diner and now he leaned forward and, one by one, dragged them out. Her hair cascaded in wavy tendrils over her shoulders and, amazed by its silky softness, he twined his fingers in the lazy curls. Roxie smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling with the zest for life.
    The ghostly dancers didn’t hesitate in their steps, almost as if they were oblivious to the naked woman. Did they envy her, he wondered? Her fresh-faced appeal, her rounded, firm breasts, her long, smooth thighs?
    The lights were dimmed in the center of the floor where the footmen had placed the bed. One thigh was completely bare and pressed against his trembling leg. She murmured, “Do me with your clothes on. I always wanted to be fucked by a man in a suit.”
    The notion appealed to Charlie. Mutely, he nodded. He’d do anything to satisfy Roxie, to see her gaze lazily shuttered by her eyelids, to watch her long lashes flutter against her cheek.
    She seized his tie and pulled him to her, creating their own dance of desire. His neck muscles clenched. He knew he was at her mercy, his wicked angel of lust. “All I need to complete this feeling is your cock thrusting into my pussy.” She tipped her chin upward. “Kiss me. Take me. Make me yours.”
    Charlie sighed, edged the backs of her knees against the mattress and tumbled downward with her into luxurious warmth. Her nipples puckered tightly and he ministered to them, laving, sucking, as she arched her back and gave him more. He caressed the slopes of her breasts and his hand trailed toward her burning hot core. She was, he reminded himself, completely his.
    She unfastened his belt and the buckle clinked. “Oh God,” he murmured, pressing his lips harder around her areolas. Then his shaft was suddenly, thankfully, free of its constriction.
    “You naughty boy,” Roxie teased him. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”
    He chuckled softly and helped to liberate himself fully, pulling the zipper down quickly, remembering that she was innocent and although she was prompting him he’d have to be careful, not too hasty when he entered her. His penis bobbed toward her.
    She swept a delicate digit across the tip of his glans, over several beads of cum, then she licked