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instigate some hanky-panky.” He quickly added, “Not that I hadn’t thought about it, of course, or that I don’t want to, but I don’t want you to think that’s all I asked you here for.”
    “That’s not what I think at all. I can tell there’s something happening here. Something more. I’m, what some people would call, a pretty savvy broad.” I smiled a sweet smile at Randall that let him know I meant what I was saying.
    “Well, I did get that impression. That you were a savvy broad and all,” he said with a little grin.
    “Now, as it stands, you’re still over there and I’m still over here. You wouldn’t want to make me sad now, would you? Leaving me here all by my lonesome?”
    “Indeed, I would not care to do that, Ms. Lyall. Not one bit.” Randall started to make his way toward me.
    A few steps later, when he was standing directly in front of me, I reached my hand out and placed my palm flat on his stomach before he had a chance to turn and sit down next to me. “You stay there, mister.” I slowly traced the deep lines between each and every one of his abdominal muscles with the tips of my fingers. I could see the towel that was wrapped around him start to rise as I continued my attention by running both my hands down along his obliques and under the deep v-shaped cleft of muscle where his lower abs met his hips. “Now would be a good time to kiss me,” I said.
    Randall lowered himself onto his knees in front of me, his stomach against the edge of the bed with my legs on either side of him. He delicately brushed a lock of my hair from my forehead and brought his hands to my face. His long, strong fingers wrapped all the way behind my neck as he held my cheeks, one in each hand. “I meant what I said earlier, Connor. You are a stunning woman.”
    I closed my eyes as Randall leaned in and I felt the softness of his lips just barely touch mine. A small, tender kiss. Then, again, only this time a little more intensely. The next kiss found his tongue brushing my lips, and in an instant we were deeply, passionately exploring each other’s mouths. The intensity of our make-out session continued to build and soon Randall had deviated from my mouth and began to kiss across my cheek to my ear and down my neck. He had moved his hands to my sides now, the palms of his hands fitting just below the soft angles where the sides of my generous breasts met my rib cage.
    He continued kissing my skin, moving now from the side of my neck, back to the middle and then down my chest to the top of my cleavage. He traced the top of the deep crevasse between my breasts with his tongue as he brought his thumbs up from underneath them and slowly brushed my still hardened nipples. I had started this fine endeavor, but he was most definitely happy to keep it going.
    “Lean back, Connor,” Randall said. I listened and did exactly as instructed without any conscious thought. I don’t know if I was expecting him to crawl up onto the bed beside me to continue our smoochfest or what, but that certainly wasn’t what he did. Instead of moving forward, he began to journey down my body, kissing me through the fabric of my top. Running his hands right along either side of me at the same pace that he made his way ever downward.
    He arrived at my waist and did not hesitate. While he brought his hands down to the outside of my knees, he continued kissing me through my clothing, only now I could feel the pressure of his lips through the material of my skirt instead of my shirt.
    His chin landed first. As Randall kissed the top of my soft mound, his chin connected with my clit with just enough pressure to make my body jolt stiff. “My god, Randall. If this is just the opening act, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through the whole show.”
    “I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. I’ll be sure to help you through it.”
    “If you say so. You seem like a trustworthy cowboy.” I heard one of Randall’s trademark chuckles,