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Girls like her knew and loved the power they held over the hapless male species. The elevator was too slow, the area too small, and despite the flurries of snow coming down outside, it was too fucking hot in here.
            “Then you don’t mind helping me with these packages, do you?”
            Donovan glanced at the bags at her feet before his gaze was pulled back to her face...and that ravishing chest. Beautiful, and much too tempting. And yet he heard his voice say, “Of course,” before his brain could catch up. Bad choice. Very bad choice. Still, like the good little farm boy he was, he picked up the bags as soon as the doors slid open.

 
The Fall
     
     
            Like a child, he followed her out of the elevator to her front door. Knowing to cross her threshold would be the point of no return, Donovan swallowed down his conscience and stepped inside as soon as she beckoned, his body connected by some invisible force to her very essence. God, he could smell her. The light, floral scent of her perfume, the heat of her sex. That was just crazy. No way he could smell her sex. She didn’t stink or anything, after all. But hell, there was something pumping off that insanely tantalizing figure. Knowing he was on the fast track to hell on a greasy slide, he followed right into her bedroom, where she threw off her coat, sitting on the edge of the bed to kick off her shoes.
            A small moan slipped unashamed from his lips. Those heels were at least three inches. How the hell did she manage to navigate the streets in the snow and sleet wearing contraptions like that? It would be all too easy to slip right into some perverted arms. Some freak would be given free range to gather her close, rubbing the erection she elicited against the fleshy mounds of her ass. The degenerate wouldn’t stop there. He’d cup those breasts; so much more than a handful. The plump mammaries would swell in his feeble hands as he clutched, squeezed, kneaded...
            “Damn, baby, do I excite you that much?” Oh, shit, he had long since dropped her bags on the ground and was openly stroking himself through his pants. And he didn’t stop now that he realized what he was doing. That would make him the pervert, wouldn’t it? Yet the way she was looking at him... The lips coated in a blackberry gloss smacked as she watched his hands slowly milk his dick in homage to her. “And it looks like you’re packing there. Ummm , why don’t you open that zipper and let me see it all?”
            This was the point where Donovan should’ve walked away if he had a lick of sense left in his skull. Wasn’t it just too bad he didn’t? In the blink of the eye, his zipper was down, his slacks, boxers, and common sense pooling around his feet. Grasping his dick tighter than he generally liked, he welcomed the pain, watching as the gorgeous vixen watched him. A smallish pink tongue slipped from her mouth to swipe at her lips as his thumb worked his precum in circles around the reddening head of his prick. Her legs gaped open all too languidly.
            Holy fires of hell! There was nothing at all covering the dark brown, puffy lips between her legs. The only hair in evidence was a small landing strip leading the way to her treasure trove. Donovan’s mouth watered as she eased back, leaning on one arm as her opposite hand slithered to the place he desperately wanted to be.
            “I’ve been watching you, you know.” Her words surprised him. All the brief times they had seen each other, there hadn’t been anything more than mild recognition on her face. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way your eyes just eat me up...” Eat her? Yes, he would love to do that. Bury his face between those chocolatey thighs to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you moved in.” Her finger spread the wetness from her cunt to the deep rose clit emerging from