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he rocked against her body and screwed into her. His torso rubbed
against hers, exciting her beaded nipples.
    The heady scent of sex filled her lungs mixed
with the alluring fragrances of his cologne and her perfume. Their flesh
sweated against each other, growing hotter and more desperate as friction played
out its role on their bodies.
    He pulled her closer still and held her tight
as his body jerked and his cock dug into her channel at uncomfortable depths.
His ragged outcry told her he'd found his release. He went breathless, and his
weight crushed down on her smaller body as he lay in her arms, seeking his
breath.
    Kayla played with his soft, graying hair and
trailed her fingertips along his manly back. She smiled when he shivered
beneath her weightless touch. His stubble felt soft yet scratchy against the
natural smoothness of her cheek.
    “Was it okay?” she asked coyly. He'd probably
had better from experienced women. The irritating hos .
    He chortled, still seeming overcome with
pleasurable exertion. “It was fantastic.”
    “Oh good. I liked it, too.”
    He smiled down at her and gave her a sweet
kiss, pulling his cock out of her when the phone rang from the other room.
    Her legs wobbled like Jell-O as she made her
unstable way to the bathroom. She enjoyed the hot, wet deluge of the shower
sluicing over her skin, but she wondered why Master wasn't joining her.
    When she got out, she saw that her purse was
on the coffee table, though she didn't remember putting it there.
    Master Hugh sat clothed on the couch with the
knuckles of his right hand resting against his contemplative face.
    She wondered who had called, but she knew
better than to ask. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. “Is it time for
bed?”
    He still seemed distracted, troubled even as
he stood. “You go ahead. I have to shower. I'll meet you in there.”
    He behaved a little strangely, but he kissed
the top of her head before heading into the bathroom.
    What was wrong with him?
    She pushed the question aside and got ready
for bed. How could she leave next week when she loved him? She needed to tell
him. They'd never exchanged those words before, but she couldn't leave without
telling him.
    ****
    Kayla sat in the passenger's seat the next
morning while Master Hugh drove. Her suitcase was in the backseat—the one he'd
insisted she pack. He didn't say a word to her, nor did he give her any
explanation as to why he was sending her away a week early.
    Her eyes burned. She'd been a virgin last
night. He’d probably had a ton of experience given the more than two decades he
had on her.
    Her voice cracked a little. “Did I ... did I
do something wrong in bed last night?”
    His jaw hardened and his eyes became dark and
grieved. “No, Kayla. You were fantastic.”
    Was he just saying that?
    No. He was a very blunt, sometimes rude
person. He told it like it was, even when nobody asked or wanted to know.
    Looking down at the small tent of his
partially aroused groin, she knew he'd enjoyed it as much as she had. But had
the encounter touched him as deeply as it had her?
    Her heart ached when the obvious answer
glared back at her. He was sending her away early. The session had apparently
done nothing to move his soul as it had hers. Was it because that was just the
way men were, or did his lack of tenderness stem from his level of experience
sexually?
    “Then why are you sending me away a week
early?” she whispered miserably.
    He pulled into LAX and parked the car once he
found a spot and reached into his pants pocket.
    “What are we doing at the airport?” She went
speechless when he held up a ticket.
    “I bought you a ticket home.”
    It took her a moment to collect her words as
he gently pressed the ticket into her open palm that he lifted. “What about my
new job here?”
    “Forget all of this, Kayla.”
    Forget? How could she?
    “Forget me, your new job, and this whole
acting crapshoot and just go home to your sweetheart. You'll regret