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her mouth further,
deepening the kiss.
     
    Philip's hands slid under her skirt and Jennifer moaned into his mouth,
her hands falling to his belt. She made short work of his buckle and zipper,
but the moment he pulled aside the now-soaked crotch of her panties and ran his
finger along her slit, her hands fell away.
     
    “Please,” she heard herself begging but was too needy to be
embarrassed. She would beg on her knees if it would get her what she wanted.
     
    “What do you want?” Philip's voice was rough as his other hand finished
what she'd started.
     
    “You,” she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
     
    “Be more specific,” he ordered. One finger teased at her entrance and
she whimpered.
    “I want your...” she wasn't sure she could say the word. Brad had
always wanted her to talk dirty to him, but when she finally had – the memory
made her cringe.
     
    “Say it,” Philip's voice snapped her back to the present. “What do you
want?” He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and her knees trembled.
     
    “I want your cock inside me,” Jennifer blurted out the words. She
couldn't hold back anymore. She needed him.
    “Good girl,” he murmured as he pulled her leg up around his waist.
     
    His hips snapped upward and Jennifer quivered. It was too much and she
wasn't ready. She was wet, but far too tight. And yet, Philip was buried inside
her, his full length sheathed inside her. He captured her mouth once more as he
began to thrust into her, swallowing every cry. Her hands clung to his
shoulders as he fucked her. There was no other word for what he was doing.
Every stroke lifted her off of the one foot that was still on the ground,
forcing its way deeper inside her until she wasn't sure where she ended and he
began. Their clothes rasped against each other's, the sound loud in the still
air. The edge of the bar was hard against her back and every time Philip
slammed into her, she hit it until she knew she'd have a bruise, but she didn't
care. The building lust that she'd been carrying inside her since that
interrupted encounter in the hotel room was at its peak. She nearly sobbed with
her need for release.
     
    Then Philip's hips jerked and he hit something deep inside her that
sent sparks shooting through her and she was cumming, crying out into his mouth
as his hips flexed and he emptied himself, his cock pulsing against her
spasming walls. Jennifer's leg buckled and only Philip’s arms kept her from
falling. Their kiss broke and her head fell forward, eyes closing as everything
around her went gray, then white.
     
    They stood together for several minutes, breath slowing, hearts
returning to their normal beats. Finally, Philip eased himself out of her and
Jennifer let out a quick exhale, her pussy throbbing. She leaned back against
the bar, still not quite able to move.
    Philip smiled down at her, his eyes nearly glowing. “You're learning.”
     
    Jennifer watched as he returned to his seat. Had he been referring to
the sex or the job? Nothing on his face gave her an answer. And yet, she
realized, it didn't matter. A smile played about her lips as she headed back to
her own seat.
     
    She was still smiling as she followed Philip off the plane, her every
step light, as if she were walking on air. The moment she saw two limos
waiting, her smile fell, the joy inside her deflating. She knew what was coming
even as Philip turned towards her.
     
    “You can go home,” he held out a phone, identical to his. “This is your
work phone. Keep it on at all times and I'll call you when I need you.”
     
    Jennifer took the device with numb fingers. It was much nicer than the
one currently in her purse. That one barely had Internet capabilities. She
wasn't sure she could handle this one.
     
    Again displaying his uncanny ability to know what she was thinking,
Philip added, “you'll get used to it.” He stretched out his hand with something
else in it. “Use this for the limo.”
     
    She took the