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thong was more terrifying than being completely naked.
    Glancing down at her erect nipples brushing his leather jacket, he visibly shuddered, closed his eyes for a moment. “Lift your arms.”
    “What?”
    He peered down at her, eyebrow raised. “You’re not trying again.”
    She pulled in her lips, trying not to smile, and lifted her hands above her head.
    He bent down and lifted her onto his shoulder, caveman style, her head hanging down his back and her ass in the air. Squealing and laughing, she kicked her feet and gasped for breath. “Oh my God!”
    His hand patted her exposed, protruding bottom. “Now you may come inside.”
    “Thank you so much.”
    “My pleasure,” he said, and spanked her. She gasped with delight and anticipation.
    Her pussy was wet and exposed for him, but he didn’t touch her there anymore, just bent his knees to readjust her weight on his shoulder and strode over to the house. Hanging upside down made the blood rush to her head and increased her sense of disorientation, and she was grateful he set her down the moment they got inside a small room at the side of his house. A laundry room. And not the coin-op kind she had at her place.
    He was staring at her, breathing heavily. 
    “I’m not exactly petite,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “You’re perfect and you know it.” He reached forward to pull her arms down. “Don’t cover yourself up. I went to all that trouble to get you here looking just like that.” And he gazed at her, an awed lust in his face, then stepped close to her and brought his hand to her breast. While deft fingers kneaded her nipple into a hard point, he stuck his tongue in her ear, licked along the shell-like curve, and breathed. The combination of wet, hot, and cold along sensitive nerves made her shiver, and she wanted more of it, wanted to close her eyes and give herself up to it and melt into bliss—
    But he was still fully-clothed. And they were next to a washing machine and his recycling bins and she had some standards. She pushed him away, covered her nipples with her palms, and gave him a saucy look.
    “You’ll have to do better than that, rich boy,” she said. “If I’m going to be on my back, I’d like a real bed. Otherwise I’ll be all sore tomorrow.”
    He gave her an evil grin. “You’re worried about being sore?”
    Surprisingly thrilled by the eagerness in his face, she turned away from him and jogged into the house, conscious of how her round ass jiggled when she moved, especially if it was bare. “Different kind of sore!” she called out as she ran away from him over the tile floor, noticing vaguely how empty the house was. There was hardly any furniture, clutter, decorations. There was a rug in the hallway near the kitchen, though, and she slipped on it as looked back to taunt him and stumbled against the wall.
    Then he was there, holding her up, fingers wrapped around her naked ribcage. He pressed her against the wall with his long, hard body, his mouth bent down to hers. “I never thought of jogging as a spectator sport. Until now.” He took her mouth, shoving his tongue deep and firm past her teeth while his hands lifted her higher for better access. She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, feeling the protruding denim of his jeans between her thighs.
    “Take off your pants, damn it,” she said, turning her head aside.
    “What will you do for me?” He pushed her against the wall, grinding his pelvis harder. “Or are you a very selfish girl?”
    The absurdity of that broke through the fog of her desire. “I donated the family fortune to the Red Cross,” she said, laughing softly into his neck. “They still haven’t forgiven me.”
    “You what?” He pulled his head back to look into her eyes. “You did?”
    “It wasn’t that much, but it made me feel good,” she said. “So I guess I am selfish, in my own way.”
    He shook his head, smiling, and slid the tip of his nose across her cheek.