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with his resurrected erection in a few minutes.
    For months, telephone conversations between him and
Sakura had left him hard at his desk. When he knew he was about to
meet her in person, the need had ramped up to previously unimagined
levels. As he’d thought, she was stunningly beautiful—smart, witty,
and genuinely enjoyable to be around. Upon seeing her for the first
time, he’d discovered her to be a real turn-on for him, only
somehow he’d worked hard to remain focused on the final prize and
ignored everything else. To bring the Big W Ranch up to spec so
they could sell their beef in Japan.
    In order for that to happen, with all the stiff
regulations the government had added in the past few years, he and
Ted had needed help. After asking around, a good friend and fellow
cattle rancher from Canada introduced them to Mr. Nakamura, a
gentleman whose company imported a great deal of North American
meat into Japan. Discussions of what they had to offer eventually
led to the man offering help from his quality assurance department
in devising a program that would put the Big W Ranch in line with
Japanese government’s particular regulations.
    For most of the past month, he and Sakura had worked
together devising a plan to help them make the changes necessary to
sell beef in Japan. He really liked her and wished she lived in the
States so he could see her socially. That would be great if she
were attracted to him, but he hadn’t believed she was. Sure, they
flirted, but it must not have meant much to her. She’d disappeared
since they’d finished creating a plan and hadn’t even shown up for
dinner on his last night in Japan. Granted, even if she had wanted
to spend time with him outside of business, it couldn’t have been
serious. There was no way she’d go for the sharing thing he and his
brother preferred or the pleasure they found in the BDSM
playground.
    After he finished combing his hair, Matt looked in
the mirror and finally acknowledged the truth of last night. He’d
arranged for a prostitute to play out a fantasy he’d had for a
geisha and he’d pretended he’d spent the night with the woman he’d
worked with instead. He seriously liked Sakura, but he had to
accept it wouldn’t work out between them, and Yuki was a
professional.
    Not wanting to dwell on the things he couldn’t
change, he muttered to himself about how quickly he’d become
attached to the geisha’s oral skills. Matt walked out of the
bathroom looking for one last blowjob while he feasted on her
pussy. Wrapping a hand around his erection, he stroked the length
as he imagined it was Sakura wrapping a well-painted pair of geisha
lips around him, sucking for his seed.
    Stopping short of the bed, he looked around the room
and realized he was alone.
    “Well, shit, where’d she go?”
    The money rested on the table top where he’d left it
last night, and a few pieces of her clothing were lying on the
floor. It looked as if she’d left in a hurry. Walking toward the
closet, he stepped on something silky and realized it was her bag.
Looking inside showed no more condoms, although there was a key
card with the hotel logo on it. Most likely the concierge had
arranged for a place for to her get ready and change into street
clothes before they left.
    Maybe Yuki would be back when she realized she forgot
the key and money.
    It didn’t take long before he finished dressing and
packing, all without any sign of his recent bedmate returning. Matt
took one last look around to make sure he hadn’t left anything
behind and looked back at the silk bag on the bed beside the hair
thing with bells on it that she’d worn. The latter item made him
smile as he remembered how it rang as she gave him a blowjob. It
was a good memory, and he wondered if he’d continue to get a
hard-on each time he heard it ring.
    Deciding on the best way to get the items to her, he
stuffed the money he’d put on the table and added more from his
wallet, before putting it in