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delectable confection lying in pink satin icing.
    “Take off your clothes.”
    But as he began to shed his vest, then unbutton his white shirt, her eyes focused on the part of him already revealed—his cock still stood at full attention.
    “Do you have more of those?” She pointed to his erection.
    “Cocks?” he asked, arching one brow in amusement.
    She cast a playful smirk. “Condoms.”
    “Sure,” he said.
    “Then can you take that one off? I want to see you.”
    In response, Scott peeled the rubber up and over the head of his shaft, tossing it in a wastebasket by the dresser.
    And Payton gasped. “Oh my.”
    “Like what you see, rich girl?” he asked with a wink.
    “ Very much.” She bit her lip, still studying him there.
    And he stayed aware of her hazel gaze on him as he discarded his shirt, then kicked off his shoes and socks before pushing his pants and underwear to the floor.
    By the time he was naked, he needed more of her so wasted no time falling into bed atop her pretty body. And at the combined sensations—her soft, curving skin and those slick pink sheets touching him—Scott forgot everything but Payton Albright and pleasure.
    Lifting his hands to her face, her kissed her—slow at first, but it quickly turned more ravenous. Before he knew it, she was nibbling on his lower lip and closing her fist around his cock. “Damn, honey,” he murmured when she bit him a little.
    “Sorry, but you make me hungry.”
    As he ran his palms over the curve of her waist, up onto her soft breasts, he said, “I can think of something better for you to eat.”
    Kissing him again, she smiled into his eyes. “Me too,” she replied, then began to briskly kiss her way down his body. Knowing what was coming, his erection went somehow even more rigid—and shit, he loved how she didn’t hesitate, how she went right for it.
    “Fuck, yes,” he whispered when she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, now wet with pre-come.
    “Mmm,” she purred, and the sound stretched all through him like a ribbon of heat.
    Then she went down on him, plain and simple—she sank her pretty lips over the circumference of his shaft and took at least half his length into her mouth. Then she began to move up and down.
    Scott simply watched her, amazed, and now he was the one trying to hold in his moans. He wasn’t usually loud during sex, but something about Payton Albright giving him a vigorous blowjob quickly drove him to new heights of arousal. “That’s so good, honey, so fucking good,” he praised her as her moist lips slid over him again, again.
    “That’s right, suck that big cock.”
    She appeared fully into her task, and though she seemed unable to take him especially deep, it didn’t dampen his pleasure any. Because so much of that pleasure was visual—the way she looked, still bejeweled in diamonds, taking his erection into her mouth, her hair all messy, lipstick all gone. He felt somehow as if he’d unmasked her—turned her into a wealthy, proper socialite gone bad.
    Of course, she’d been bad before tonight—she’d been bad this morning, and probably long before. But he still liked the idea of having taken this perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, perfectly made-up girl and getting her messy, of finding entirely different kinds of perfection in her. Because her lips on his dick felt pretty damn perfect.
    And her fist pumping the rest of his length was damn near perfect too. He couldn’t resist thrusting lightly, fucking her mouth—and he loved it that she never backed off, never even flinched, simply took what he was compelled to give her.
    And then she released him from her hand—just long enough to gather part of the top sheet in her grip and wrap it around his hard cock as she resumed her pumping motions.
    “Aw—aw shit,” he groaned. Fuck. He’d never felt anything like that slick satin sheet on his cock. What the hell? How could a fucking sheet feel that good? Then again, she’d