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strictly African American, as far as I know.”
    â€œYou have an exotic look, like you could be mixed with Middle Eastern blood.”
    â€œSo I’ve been told. And what’s your name?” she asked, abruptly changing the uncomfortable subject regarding her heritage.
    â€œRyan Bellevue.” He looked around. “You must party here a lot.”
    â€œWhat makes you say that?”
    â€œHow’d you know about the secret stairway leading to the rooftop?”
    â€œI make it my business to know a lot of things,” she said in a mysterious tone.
    â€œI’ve sort of had my eye on you all night,” Ryan confessed.
    â€œI know. That’s why I lured you away from your girlfriend.”
    His blue eyes sparkled in amusement. “You didn’t have to lure me. You could have asked.”
    â€œThat wouldn’t have been any fun,” she replied, reaching out and examining the bronze, medieval pendant that hung from a leather cord. “Interesting piece of jewelry,” she commented.
    â€œI’m a history buff and rabid collector of historical artifacts.”
    Sexy groaned inwardly. Ryan was providing too much information. She couldn’t have cared less about his personal interests. She let out a sigh of indifference as she released the pendant.
    â€œWant a sip?” Ryan slanted the beer bottle toward Sexy.
    â€œSure, if I can sip it from your finger,” she said in a sultry tone of voice.
    â€œOh, wow!” He chuckled nervously, and then inserted his index finger into the mouth of the bottle.
    Grasping his hand, Sexy guided his dripping finger to her mouth and drew it inside, closing her eyes and murmuring, “Mmm.”
    â€œDamn! You’re wild! Who are you and where have you been all my life?”
    â€œShut up and kiss me.” She took the beer bottle from his hand and set it on the ground. Snuggling close, she looped her arms around Ryan’s neck and pressed her lips against his. As her tongue snaked inside his mouth, her hand slid between his legs. She caressed the erection that strained against his jeans.
    He broke the kiss and stared at her through eyes that were heavily lidded with lust. “You’re so beautiful. Man, I want you so bad,” he said hoarsely.
    â€œWhat would you like to do to me?” she whispered, her lips curved in a taunting smile.
    â€œMake love to you,” he whispered.
    â€œMake love? You can do that some other time.”
    Panic surfaced in Ryan’s blue eyes. His forehead creased. “Why not now?”
    â€œNo time for lovemaking, I want you to fuck me.”
    â€œOh, yeah! That’s exactly what I want to do.” He groped her, hastily feeling her breasts and rubbing her inner thigh.
    The wicker loveseat was too small and wasn’t sturdy enough. They’d have to get down on the dirty floor of the roof or stand up. Opting to stand, Sexy rose and Ryan immediately leapt to his feet. Sexy led him to the concrete ledge that bordered the roof. She stepped out of her shorts, and he dropped his jeans.
    Already wet with anticipation, Sexy didn’t require any foreplay. She grasped Ryan’s hand and guided his fingers to the warm, sticky moisture between her legs. “See what you do to me?”
    â€œOh, damn.” His chest heaved as he struggled to penetrate her in the awkward standing position.
    Actually, it wasn’t Ryan who had her so hot and bothered. It was the idea that she’d snagged another woman’s man with hardly any effort. Ryan’s girlfriend was probably looking for him at that very moment. Your man is preoccupied, dumb bitch, so stop trying to hunt him down! The idea of the girlfriend searching the frat house in vain filled Sexy with so much excitement, goose bumps began to spread up and down her arms. And her pussy reacted by going from slightly moist to heavily drenched.
    â€œOoh! You’re so wet,” Ryan said between gasping