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duvet. He looked up at me. He looked down at my hand, and he smiled.
    “Hey baby. Where’ve you been?”
    I took my hand away, but the sense of his gorgeous body still resonated within me. I kept my tone hard, but I knew that I was equally full of attraction for him. I wondered if he could read it in my eyes. Guys like Brandon… yeah, they usually could.
    “Why did you do it, Brandon?”
    “What?”
    “You cost me my job. And now you got me evicted from my flat. How dare you?”
    “Oh.” That was it. He slapped a hand across his head and wiped his brow then he sat up. “I want you to live with me, baby. I want my gorgeous little girl to stay with me. And do you know why?”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “Do you want me to show you why?” Brandon folded back the duvet cover and I saw his hip, and hint of what else I would like to have seen.
    “Get in bed.”
    “Brandon! You’re nuts. You’re all about control. You’re taking control of my whole life. It’s not fair! It’s scary!”
    “I like to be in charge. Don’t you like that?”
    “No!”
    “I saw your eyes, Ashley. You thought I was asleep. You were going to touch me, right? Maybe it’s your turn to be in charge, huh? Is that what you want?”
    I wanted to tear his skin. I wanted to bite him. I wanted to shout in his face, and all the while his big blue eyes were playing with me. His supple body called me. The half open duvet lured me.
    “You’re a bastard, Brandon. Do you know that?”
    “If you say so.” He took my hand and laid it on his thigh just by his crotch. His warmth made me heat up inside, the rage mingling with the heady feeling I was experiencing since raking my hand over his sleeping body. I was tingling and hit with guilt at the same time. I was aroused, cheeks flushed and sensed my juices were flowing. I was such a fool for this guy, such a freaking idiot, it was like I wanted to be played by him. My hand stilled as I struggled with the idea of running from the room, but the heat in my abdomen, and my lust-drunken head won. I slid my hand down his thigh and found his swollen penis calling me. The shaft of his big cock throbbed in my hand and I knew he needed me. It was good to be needed, even by a bastard like him. I knelt on the bed and he smiled. I began to play with his dick, teasing him, telling myself I could use this as a kind of revenge. I pulled at the length of him, and teased the head of his cock with a finger. His cock was moist there, and all ready to go.
    “I’m in charge?” I asked.
    He nodded. “It looks like you are right now.”
    I pushed his body back down onto the bed, and drew back the duvet cover. His throbbing cock was pointing to the ceiling, fully engorged. I weighed his testicles in my hand. They felt full.
    “Oh, you need me, Brandon.”
    “That’s right. I do.”
    “And what if I don’t want to?”
    “Don’t be cruel, honey. I saw your eyes looking at me.”
    “Shut up. I’m so sick of your bullshit, Brandon.” He smiled and stayed quiet. His cock throbbed again and I let go. I didn’t want him coming in my hand. I was in charge, and I wanted something out of this. I slid off my jeans. I dropped my panties too, business-like, like a guy about to do the deed. He looked over at my body, and I felt his eyes on my pubic mound and my hips.
    “Stop looking. This is my game. Close your eyes.”
    “But, shit, you look good.”
    “Shut up.”
    He did as I told him.
    I pushed my body over his, and straddled him with my thighs over his hip bones. I knew he loved the soft skin of my thighs and I used them against him, sliding my weight up and down until his laser-guided cock nudged against my labia. I could feel his body tense with expectation. I must have been wet because his penis almost pushed straight into me but I denied him and denied myself. I was going to enjoy this game. I laid my hands on his chest and stroked and revelled in the touch of his chest. I trailed my hands down over his six pack and