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down on the hard peak of her nipple.
    “Are you going to audition all of us who made it through the interview process?” The little knowing smile she gave him told him she was teasing, but he didn’t like the implication.
    “Maybe,” he shot back, lowering his head toward her chest. He had to taste; the way the skin surrounding the nipple puckered, pulling tight, led him to believe that her breasts were sensitive. He really wanted to test that theory. Plus, he didn’t want her to see his face. The woman was far too perceptive for his liking.
    There was no maybe. None of the other women did a damn thing for him. That in itself wasn’t unusual; he spent a lot of time in whorehouses, so he was used to the scantily clad women all over the place. Most of the girls had tried to come on to him at one time or another. The worst thing he could do was fuck anyone in his stable. He wasn’t a corner pimp; this was a business. Backstabbing, jealous hissy fits weren’t prices he was willing to pay for some ass.
    But this woman—he would risk it.
    As soon as his mouth made contact with the soft, heated skin of her breasts he knew without a doubt this woman wasn’t going to one of the houses. He was keeping her. For a little while anyway. Just long enough to figure her out. For now he had to feast.
    Damn, she smelled like spring in the fucking country! As soon as his lips closed around a stiff nipple, her hands clutched at his hair, her fingers curling against his scalp, her arms attempting to pull him closer. She was delicious. While he feasted, moving from one nipple to the other, he ran one hand down the generous contours of her body. Her figure was fucking perfect. Not one of those skinny bitches who looked as though they were starving, not fake or plastic-looking, either. Squeezing her pliable flesh as he languidly made his way to the warmth between her thighs to cup her sex he reveled in her fullness. So wet, so ready, so fucking sexy. He could feel her heat, feel the dampness soaking her panties. The need that had been building all night was reaching a crescendo; the room smelled of raw lust. She whimpered a little, thrusting her hips up to try to force his hand down harder against her.
    “Poor baby,” he crooned, lifting his head so he could watch her reaction. There was no acting, the naked urgency all over her face. Pushing her panties to the side, he slid a single finger down the seam of her slit, careful not to touch her clit. Back and forth, he moved his finger, using her own juices to ease the friction. She tried to buck, swivel, even grasp his hand to move him inside. He responded with a quick, hard smack against her exposed cunt, making sure his palm landed directly over her clit, then resumed his leisurely exploration as if nothing had happened.
    “Please.” The hushed gasp was more panted than spoken. “Fuck, don’t play with me.”
    Generally he didn’t allow women in his bed to make demands. He didn’t like talking at all. But this woman—God, the sound of her voice almost had him coming in his pants. “Don’t you worry, little Sunshine. I promise I am going to give you everything you need.” That name was going to have to go. Later. Much, much later, he’d put some thought into it.
    Removing his hand he gave her pussy another quick smack before moving to pull down her panties and toss them on the floor. Sliding down the bed so he could be face-to-face with his next feast, Shannon spread her thighs, placed her feet flat on the mattress and leaned back. Shit, she was perfect! That pussy was waxed, not shaven, all smooth and edible looking. The puffy lips of her labia seemed to beg to be kissed.
    “Don’t move, sugar,” he warned, “or I’m going to make you pay. I just want to look at you for a second.”
    Ah, hell, he wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Not looking at her shimmering slit, coated with juices he was dying to taste. Damn sure not when she was looking at him like he was her