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eyes look up his.
    Damn.
    I don’t have any resistance left.
    I’m too tired to fight it.
    And then…
    He leans down and our lips connect again.
    Damn…
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 11
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    The kiss sets my body alight.
    No. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be doing this. I know he is a player. I know that he will take my heart and throw it away…
    But I can’t resist.
    There is too much chemistry in the kiss.
    My body is on fire.
    I begin to kiss Brad back and the lust overcomes us. Quickly our hands are dancing all over each other’s bodies, trying to take all of each other in.
    Instantly, I am wet.
    I need him.
    As he presses against me, I feel the bulge in his trousers.
    Oh…
    That’s big.
    And that only makes me wetter.
    As he pulls away from the kiss, I try to look sexual by biting my bottom lip, staring at him while his fingers run through my hair.  There is chemistry between us, an understanding. 
    His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep.
    Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I notice his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stops on my behind. 
    His hand runs over the flesh of my bottom with a smooth and tender touch. 
    It feels so nice, but my heart rate is racing.  I press into him hard, and I can feel the bulge grow.
    My breathing quickens and I start to flush.
    Yes.
    He kisses me again and the tender kiss sends me into overdrive. His strong hand reaches up and caresses the side of my face.
    Wow.
    I really want to stop him.
    I know that he is a player. He is just using me for sex – a release from his stress. I have to stop him.
    But I can’t.
    I am lost in his kisses; lost in the way he holds me. I’m not even sure I can speak anymore.
    His hand sneaks its way to the top of my thigh, next to my passion. 
    I am so tender, so sensitive, that the touch rushes the emotion through my entire body.
    Wow.
    The lust has taken me away to another place.
    My hands frantically begin to undress him. I don’t even have control anymore – the lust and desire has me.
    In the moments of passion, I throw the jacket off his shoulders and begin to unbutton his shirt. We are a mess of passion and lust, and quickly clothes are dropping to the floor.
    As his shirt drops to the floor…
    Oh wow.
    I have never seen anything sexier than that. He is toned, muscular and tanned. His chest is strong and his abs… wow, his abs. He has abs. Real washboard abs.
    Oh yum…
    His body takes my breath away.
    When he smoothly runs his hands up my skirt, I have a moment of realism.
    He is a bastard.
    A player.
    I should stop him…
    But the lust is too strong.
    I have a deep need for his body – a deep desire for him.
    When his hand brushes over my tenderness, I am instantly wet.
    I need him.
    I need him to fuck me.
    I need it.
    My hands wrestle with his belt, and when it unbuckles, I push his trousers to the floor.
    As his jocks go down, so do I.
    Then, in front of my face, is his large cock.
    Oh…
    I have never seen anything like this before – large, strong, manly…
    My hand rubs up and down his member with passion and it grows harder, firmer.
    Oh…
    My tongue licks the tip of his cock and he groans in delight.
    “Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Harper.”
    I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, and continue to rub the shaft of his heavy, thick cock. Oh… he is so big.
    Rubbing both my hands on his cock, I pump him while his tip is in my mouth.
    “Yes, Harper,” he continues to moan. “Fuck yes.”
    He grows harder, firmer, and my hands hold his balls. Oh, he is ready for action.
    Aggressively, he takes me away from his cock and pulls me back up to kiss him. And it is not a gentle kiss. No way. This is one full of assertive passion.
    Again with strength, he turns me away from him and puts me over his table.
    He is strong.
    Dominant.
    I need him.
    Bending over the table, he holds me still with one strong hand on my back and the other hand rips down