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him.
     
    "You sure take discretion seriously," he said as a loud beep alerted us to the opening elevator doors.
     
    "You know reputation is everything in this business," I said, following him inside.
     
    "Fuck your reputation," John said, scooping me into his arms as soon as the elevator closed behind us. He started kissing my neck, and reaching for one of my excited tits.
     
    I pulled away and smiled at him. "Uh-uh-uh," I said, wagging my finger. "We're not in your room yet."
     
    "Wow, you really do take this stuff seriously."
     
    And I did. The truth was, I knew anyone I worked with could walk into the elevator at any time, or pass by a security monitor and see us. Although I pretty much have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy when it comes to hotel dalliances, the last thing I wanted was to actually get caught in one.
     
    Of course, the added bonus of my behavior was that it really seemed to turn John on. He thought I was a professional woman hiding a naughty girl underneath. Little did he know, I'm an unrepentant freak who had been wanting him to get her off for hours, from the moment he stepped foot in the hotel.
     
    We finally got to the twenty-fifth floor and he grabbed my hand as we escaped the watchful eye of the elevator cam.
     
    "This is okay, right?" he laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about running into anyone here."
     
    "Ah, you never know," I said, letting him lead me wherever he wanted to go.
     
    We walked down the long hallway and my excitement intensified with every single step. He clung to my hand, but I made sure to follow a couple of inches behind him, just to tease him, until we made it to his door. He frantically stuck the plastic key in the lock and opened up the door to a sugarcoated paradise.
     
    "Wow, you're really stockpiling the sweets in here," I marveled as I looked around the room. "There's almost as much candy in your room as there is downstairs."
     
    We both laughed. I walked over to his bed, plopped my body down, and took off my heels.
     
    "Good," John said. "Please do make yourself comfortable."
     
    "So, John, didn't you promise me a private tasting?" I asked, looking around the room at all the Halloween-themed candy—lollipops, gummy candy, chocolate, you name it, was all around his room.
     
    "I know how much you enjoyed the chocolate we displayed downstairs, but I have a private line in the works that isn't fit for candy conferences."
     
    I had no idea what he was talking about, until he sat a briefcase down next to me and opened it. Inside were candies that looked like huge glass dildos.
     
    "My, my, this really is a special collection."
     
    "You have no idea how special," he said, grabbing one of his delectables from his suitcase. He unwrapped it, and waved it back and forth. "This is the sweetest dildo in the world. And no woman has gotten a chance to sample it yet."
     
    John leaned over and kissed me. As our tongues enjoyed the residual sweetness in each other's mouths, I wondered exactly what he planned to do with that candy. He started moving his mouth lower, kissing me just under my chin, and then my neck, as he slid his hands up and down my dress.
     
    He smiled. "Oh, no bra. I like that. This isn't so professional is it?"
     
    "No," I moaned as he took my tits in his hands and continued pressing his hot lips against my neck. I felt like a piece of chocolate about to melt in his mouth.
     
    "I really like that...easy access to what I want."
     
    "I can make it even easier," I said, reaching down to pull off my little black dress. His eyes widened as it fell into a heap next to the bed.
     
    "Yeah," he panted. "I love easy access so I can do this."
     
    John moved down and started devouring my nipples in his sweet mouth. He licked his lips after sucking them a little bit, twisting them with his fingertips. We looked into each other's eyes, both smiling.
     
    "We have to get these off," John said, holding onto the fabric of my panties. "What's the point of