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view a sex act?”
    “Oh, bondage. That’s better. But I left my handcuffs at home.”
    “Too bad,” she said and gave him a wink. That wink sent his temperature shooting up ten degrees. It wasn’t the only thing shooting up. “But we’ll stick to the basics this week. There are twenty-five positions in the book. We just need to try out about five of them to give a fair review.”
    “Five?” Ben tried to mask his disappointment. As turned on as he was he could have tried out five tonight alone.
    “Maybe more if we have time. I know you’re busy this week. I don’t want to impose on your cock.”
    “Impose on it. Please.”
    “Should we get started?”
    “I will literally, actually, in reality die if we don’t.”
    Beatriz laughed. “I can’t have your death on my hands.”
    She shrugged out of her robe so casually he at first didn’t even realize she was completely naked underneath it. As she bent over to pull the covers on the bed back, Ben nearly fainted at the sight of her shapely bottom and the hint of vaginal lips peeking out between her legs. He was going to be inside her…soon. Not soon enough.
    “Wow,” he said as he stared at her body.
    “Wow?”
    “I mean, you have a tattoo. I didn’t know that,” Ben said.
    She turned her back to him.
    “Oh, that’s my bumblebee. Had him for a couple years,” she said, pointing out the tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. “He’s the mascot for the Miss Bea Haven column.”

    Ben started to say “I know,” but then he remembered she didn’t know he obsessively read her column. He wasn’t sure if she’d find it flattering or creepy that at least once a week he’d read her articles and masturbate to the images they conjured in his mind. Seeing her naked right now in front of him live and in living color put all his fantasies to shame. He’d forgotten how beautiful she was. He’d never forget again.
    Ben started to strip out of his suit. He’d left his suit jacket in his hotel room so he only had to remove his tie, Oxford shirt, belt, shoes, socks, pants and boxer briefs.
    “Dammit, I hate clothes,” he said as he yanked at his tie.
    “I like them,” Beatriz said as she came to stand in front of him. She pushed his hands aside and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. “You look good in grown-up clothes.”
    “I had a meeting this morning with the big bosses. I’m usually a jeans and T-shirt guy.”
    “I remember. I loved your jeans. Remember that pair with the big hole in the right knee?”
    “My lucky jeans.”
    “Those were my favorite. I always wondered how far I could reach if I slipped my arm in that hole.”
    “You dreamed of fisting my pants?”
    “More like spelunking.” She pulled his shirt off and laid it over the back of an armchair. He watched her as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants. She had the most perfect light brown nipples. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them, his fingers. He raised a hand and gently cupped her right breast. She looked up at him.
    “Is that not okay?” he asked. He pulled his hand away. She smiled again.
    “Of course it’s okay. We’re about to have sex. But we should probably go over what the book says before we get started.”
    “Right. Sure. The book.” That’s why they were doing this. The book. The book and his penis. Those two reasons. The book, his penis, her vagina—three reasons really. The book, his penis, her vagina, her breasts, her face, her smile, her perfect ass, her laugh, her lips, her hands that were now taking his pants off…He lost count of how many reasons they were doing this. He decided “infinity” would cover them all. “Is kissing…Is that okay? Or is this just—”
    “You’re not a john and I’m not a prostitute. Yes, we can kiss if you want. We’re not going to get very far if you don’t have an erection. So feel free to do whatever sort of foreplay you like.”
    “I think we’re going to be okay on erections.”
    “I can see