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slow that down or to even the scales.  Or even if I wanted to.
    I let the thought fade.
    I ran my fingers over his chest, circling his nipple, without even fully realizing what I was doing.  We were that comfortable with each other, that the joining and the touching felt intrinsic, like we’d already become an extension of one another.
    The progression had been quick, to say the least.  On Thursday morning, I’d been a hapless, practically-untouched girl.  Now, only three days later, I was a fully-bloomed, ripe, sex-crazed, worldly woman.  With a rising, silky erection in one hand and a fistful of hundred dollar bills in the other.  I had no idea why, but our entire bed – I just realized at that moment – was covered in strewn money.
    I sat up a little to take it all in.  “Why –” I began.
    “I won.”
    He must have gone back downstairs after I’d fallen into my mult iple orgasm-induced coma.
    Alexander turned to look at me.  “ I won the jackpot last night.  In every possible way.”
    I blinked at him, smiling a little.  I could see that just that small movement, just the blink of my eyelashes and the curve of my lips, was mesmerizing to him.  That he was unfathomably conquerable just like that.  And this susceptibility in him gave me comfort.  I was losing myself in him, a little if not more.  There were aspects of this headlong rush that were unsettlingly all-encompassing to me.  But I wasn’t the only one: he was equally overcome.  I could read in his eyes that he was charged and changed by this.  He was unsettled, too, by this tsunami of mutual attraction.  Maybe he had never had a weakness before.  Before now.  I was his Achilles heel and his kryptonite, all rolled into one little ball of womanly allure.
    “And now we’ll have a little more spending money in Paris,” he said.
    Paris.  Again, I couldn’t quite absorb the actuality.  I was going to Paris.   Never, ever in my life had I dared to dream for something so magical.  I wasn’t just going to Paris.  I was accompanying my sexy billionaire lover to Paris.   Something occurred to me.  “When will we leave?”
    “Tomorrow night.”
    I thought about this.  “Alexander?”
    “Hmm ?”
    “Today I’m going to go back to my apartment to pack.  And to see E va before we go.”  I didn’t follow it up immediately but when his expression changed to one of almost stricken complexity, I added, “All right?”
    His mind was working on several levels.  His eyes became clouded.  “I’ll have a driver take you,” he said, and his voice had taken on darker fringes.  “I’ll come with you.  We can go to lunch from there, if you want.  And I’ll take you shopping for anything you need.”
    “You already took me shopping,” I reminded him.  “I already have more than I’ve ever had.”
    He didn’t reply, but he turned to face me and his hand moved to rest on my lower stomach, just above the triangle of soft curls.
    “You don’ t have plans for today?” I said gently.  “You don’t have things you need to do before our trip?”
    “ I might,” he said with a strangely petulant surliness.  His hand moved lower, so the tip of his finger lay almost touching the very top of my sex, where the tiny, softened nub was concealed beneath the folds of my pussy.
    “Would you prefer to go alone?” he asked, prodding further, running his finger along my flesh to reveal my clit to his careful touch.  He used his fingers to lazily form a tenderly-pinching cage, drawing the nub into his clasp, elongating it, reawakening the slow, intensifying burn.  “You want me to leave you to it?” he said, increasing the pressure, dipping two of his fingers into me as he played me more insistently, pushing deeper.  The pleasure was unfolding from within me.  The lips of my pussy began to tingle and swell.  I moved a little, spreading my legs just slightly, almost inconspicuously, to allow him easier access.  My core began to