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to someone who is so handsome.
                  “I think you’re the hottest man I have ever seen,” I say.
                  He smiles. “I think you’re quite tipsy.”
                  “I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve certainly lucked out on my first one night stand.”
                  His smile deepens and then he leans in, a little closer, a little closer, our lips just brushing at first, but once that first contact is made, he brings both hands up to the sides of my face and holds me there, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his fingers probing the muscles in my neck. There’s no awkward banging of teeth or my mouth moving one way while his moves the other—even though I’m drunk and the room might be swaying, it’s the easiest thing in the world to kiss him, like it’s exactly what our mouths were designed to do.
                  I run my hands down his sides, feel the tautness of his waist, the smooth skin, what I expect will be washboard abs when he finally takes his shirt off. He pulls back from the kiss, rests his forehead against mine. Both of us are breathing heavily.
                  “Let’s get you out of this dress, shall we?”
                  He slides one spaghetti strap off my shoulder, then the other, and all it takes is a little wiggling of my hips and the dress cascades down to a puddle on the floor. He takes his own shirt off, revealing those washboard abs, along with a smoothly defined chest, and the sort of muscular shoulders that make you sort of wish you could just take a big bite out of them.
                  We go over to the bed, Jai unbuttoning his pants and stepping out of them. He’s not wearing boxers or underwear of any type, so there he is, all of him. He’s got an erection and his cock is big and beautiful and all I can think of is how badly I want him inside of me.
                  “This is nice,” he says, sliding a finger underneath the strap of my bra.
                  “Lingerie is my daily secret.” I reach out and touch his cock, the head first, then move my hand slowly down the shaft, pressing on the ridge that runs along the back. He groans softly. My mouth waters.
                  “Daily secret?”
                  “I like to wear sexy lingerie, even when I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Which is most of the time.”
                  “That’s quite a turn on.”
                  “It’s really just for me. It makes me feel sexy.”
                  “You already are. Fuck, that feels good.” He reaches around and unhooks my bra. “This is lovely lingerie, but I know what is underneath is even lovelier. You have an amazing body, you do know that, I hope.”
                  “You do, too.”
                  We lie back. He begins kissing my breasts, running his tongue in slow circles around each nipple. My skin tingles. Then he lifts his head and we begin kissing again, harder, deeper than before. He pushes my underwear down and slides a hand between my legs. I gasp.
                  “You’re wet,” he breathes, in between kisses. “That’s good.”
                  He slides one finger into me, swiveling it around a few times, then making the come here gesture. My breath comes in short, quick gasps. He slides the finger out, rubbing the wetness over my clit, massaging it gently before inserting two fingers into me, creating a feeling of fullness that’s both familiar and foreign. I writhe against his hand, wanting more of him in me, knowing the only thing that’s going to fulfill me is that cock of his.
                  “I want you to fuck me,” I gasp.
                  He looks at my face, still moving his fingers inside me. “Oh, I will,” he says. “But I’m going to make