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sucked Seegan’s dick with? No, thanks.”
    “Aw.” Breeze’s lower lip protruded out in a mock pout as one of her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and the other slid down the front of his shirt to his belt buckle. “Does that mean you don’t want me to touch you?”
    “No. I really, really don’t.” Michael forced himself to ignore how good her hand felt as she rubbed him on the outside of his pants.
    “Are you sure?” She cocked a slender, well-maintained eyebrow. “Because I think you really, really do.”
    “Breeze, come on.” He felt his steel resolve start to liquefy as he heard the soft hiss of his descending zipper. “What are we doing?”
    “Having fun,” she whispered against his lips as she pulled out his stiffening cock. “I know you like having fun with me.”
    “Yeah, me and every other guy.” His eyes fluttered shut, and his grip on the armrests weakened as Breeze massaged his cock.
    “Don’t be a grump.” She moved her hand from the back of his head to the hem of her thin blue t-shirt, which she pulled upward, revealing her small, bare breasts and the fading tan lines in the shape of a string bikini top. Unable to help himself, Michael bowed his head and took one of them in his mouth, tonguing the rosy nipple until it hardened against his tongue.
    Breeze arched her back, giving Michael free and complete rein over her body. She let out a soft cry, and her hand on his cock moved faster. Michael tried not to moan at the pleasure building inside him, not wanting to give in to this girl. “We need to stop,” he said, removing his mouth from her body.
    “So stop.” Her grip tightened and her speed increased as her thumb brushed the head of his cock.
    Michael pressed his lips together and struggled to remain under control. However, the sight of Breeze with her wet, slightly parted lips and her hard nipples was almost too much to bear. He smirked. “You first.”
    She giggled. “I don’t wanna.” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him toward her, her tongue licking his lips. “And I won’t, either, not until you come. So come for me, Michael.”
    “Oh, fuck,” he choked out, his eyes momentarily squeezing shut again.
    Her hand motion increased in speed and vigor as she continued to kiss his lips. “I want to see you come.” Her other hand traveled to her breasts and her smooth, flat stomach, where she drew an invisible circle—a bull’s eye—with her fingertips.
    He groaned at her unspoken invitation and let the rest of his tattered willpower slip to the wayside as he lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers. She moaned, and he felt her smiling triumphantly against his mouth. He inwardly cursed himself for caving in to her, but his hands, as if they had a mind of their own, dropped down, smoothing over her breasts and stomach to the waistband of her jeans.
    Her tongue darted out to meet his as his fingers fumbled with her jeans’ button fly clasp. His kisses became distracted and clumsy, and finally he drew away, frustrated. “What’s wrong with these things?” he grumbled, inspecting the brass buttons.
    Breeze laughed. “Has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly sexy when you’re annoyed?”
    Exasperated, Michael slanted her a look. “Then it’s a wonder you’re not jumping me every single day.” He grabbed the front of her jeans and gave them a helpless tug.
    “You’re such a baby.” Breeze quickly undid the first three buttons before raising her hands over her head. “There, that’s all the help you get.”
    “That’s all I need.” Michael sat back and dragged her jeans off her legs. Just the sight of her naked legs made him harden further, an act he didn’t think was possible at this point. He kneeled in front of her, and she immediately draped a leg on either side of him. He savored the feeling of her smooth inner thighs brushing against his face as he lowered his head. Her sweet, familiar scent flooded his senses as the tip