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Excerpt: "Harder, Brandon baby, harder." The red-headed woman bent lower over his desk and wiggled her butt at him. If he'd had any doubt the color of her hair was natural, he didn't any longer. Not after she'd dropped her clothes showing him she was ready, willing, and oh-so-incredibly able. Still, he'd bet her hair color was one of the few remaining natural parts of her body. "Love to, uh…" What the hell is her name again? He growled at his inability to remember his plaything's name. Wendy? Wanda? Wilma? An image of the cartoon Flintstone wife popped into his mind as he thrust into her wetness. Nah, none of those. Does her name start with a T? He groaned as he clutched her buttocks and squeezed them, making good use of what little ass the woman had. The phrase "baby's got back" would never apply to this woman. "I'm going to the doctor for lipo on my butt cheeks. Next time, you won't have to put up with such a big rear end." She twisted around to look at Brandon and ran her tongue over her upper lip. "I'm such a fat pig right now, but I won't be for long. I promise you." Like he planned on seeing her again? He returned her smile because he knew she wanted him to. Fat pig? Hell, he was lucky her bones didn't stab him in the crotch. Why had he allowed her to pick him up this morning outside his hotel suite? Was he rewarding her for breaking through his tight security? Sometimes living in the most exclusive hotel in Chicago had its disadvantages. Partly to keep from climaxing, and partly out of frustration, he shoved away from her. However, she took his action as a sign he wanted something else to satisfy him. Moving with the grace of the high fashion model she was, she swiveled around as if dancing a pirouette, sank to her knees, and grabbed his throbbing penis. "Let's play White House, okay?" Before he could answer, she had him in her mouth and his retort was forgotten. Naked from the waist down, he spread his legs to keep steady as she took slow drags up and down his cock. He tunneled his fingers through her hair, holding her head to him, and closed his eyes. Reconsidering, he had to admit it. Sometimes living in the most exclusive hotel in Chicago did have its advantages. As what's-her-name sucked on his shaft, he plunged deeper into her mouth, urging her to try and take all of him inside. If she could, she'd be the first to make the entire plunge. But unfortunately, she, like all the rest, failed. Her gagging sound had him looking down at the top of her head and stepping away. Or as far away as he could with her still hanging onto his johnson. "Shit, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget."
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