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fiddled a bit and managed to release the buckle, all as he watched. Luckily it hadn’t been as difficult as she’d assumed because she didn’t think she had the concentration or the strength to wrestle with it at the moment.
    With hands that trembled, she undid the button and zipper on his jeans and pushed the fly open wide. No longer constrained, his erection sprang up, tenting the fabric of his navy blue boxer shorts. She touched it through the thin layer of cotton, raising her gaze to his face as she did.
    Breathing heavily, he stared at her hand as it lightly stroked him. When he realized she was watching him, he raised his eyes to stare into hers. His tongue peeked out and nervously licked his lips as he drew in a shaky breath. She continued to watch him as she reached beneath the elastic band and touched the warm, velvety skin covering his rock-hard erection. She stroked him slowly, gently at first. As his breathing quickened, so did her speed until his eyes closed and she felt his body tense beneath her.
    He bit his lip as his hand covered hers. She watched with fascination the sight of their hands joined, clasped around him. Squeezing her fist tighter around his length, he moved their hands together. Slow at first, then faster. His breath increased with the speed of their stroking.
    Suddenly he released his grasp. He reached down and grabbed a tissue from the box next to the chair. With teeth clenched and eyes slammed tight, she felt his shaft throb in her hand as he came into the tissue.
    Now that the deed was done, Leesa wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. He, on the other hand, seemed perfectly comfortable with the situation.
    Recovering quickly, he opened his eyes and let out a small laugh. He shook his head as he grabbed more tissues and wiped off his hand. When he’d wadded up the whole mess and pitched it into the corner where it landed in a garbage pail she hadn’t noticed before, he turned his attention back to her. Once again she felt the full scrutiny of his intense stare.
    “That was—” He shook his head once again, as if at a loss for words. His voice was soft and breathy.
    “Yeah, it was.” Her own voice came out pretty breathless too. She swallowed hard and realized she was still perched on his leg and he could probably feel the hot wetness not contained by the G-string. She moved to get up but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.
    “Wait. Can I see you again?”
    “See me?”
    See her how? Was he talking about coming back for another hand job tomorrow? Or maybe for more than just a hand job next time. After what she’d done with him, he probably expected she did that and more with all the customers. Why wouldn’t he make that assumption?
    “Yeah.” He nodded. “When do you get done here? Maybe we could meet up afterward for a drink. Or tomorrow. I have a thing I have to be at for a few hours, but I could take you out to lunch, or dinner if you’re not working.”
    She felt her brows rise. “You mean like a date?”
    “Yup.” He grinned. “I really want to see you again.”
    Why? For sex, or did he really like her? There was definitely mutual attraction. She felt it too, but he didn’t even know her. He knew nothing more than what she’d done with him for the past half hour or so.
    Maybe he truly wanted to get to know her. Could he really be as nice as he appeared? It all made her head spin. “Um—”
    A knock on the door interrupted her answer, not that she had an answer to his question.
    “Hey! Times up. One of the other girls needs the room.” The bouncer’s voice sounded through the thin door, knocking her back to reality.
    She glanced down at the man beneath her and realized his jeans were still wide open and his boxers exposed. “Okay, Bruno. Give me one minute.”
    Leesa rose and this time he let her, mostly because his hands were busy dressing himself. She pulled the edges of her vest together and crossed her arms over her bare breasts, suddenly feeling