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your pardon?” I snap.  “That’s none of your damn business.”
    He grins broadly, his white teeth a stark contrast to his caramel skin.  His beauty is blinding.  He’s stunning.  Strong jaw and cheekbones, deep, soulful brown eyes framed by thick, dark, long, black lashes, and cropped short black hair.  A five o’clock shadow peppers his face and more than once I’ve thought about the way it would feel as it scraped over my thighs as he was eating me.
    “I bet you are.  I bet you need a good spankin’ every now and then, just to keep you in line.”
    “You’re disgusting,” I spit, trying to maintain my façade that his words aren’t affecting me.  In truth, my panties are soaked, my is pussy hot, ready for him, and my nipples are hard little pebbles silently begging to be sucked between his plump lips. 
    “Bet if I ran my hand up your leg and inside your panties your pussy would be ready for my cock.  ‘Course, I’d want a taste first.  I’d fuck you with my tongue, suck on your clit, then feast on your juices until you came.  Then, I’d fuck you with my fingers before I finally slid my cock deep inside your hot pussy.”
    Oh god.  His voice.  His words.  I may come from them alone.
    My stomach clenches and god, god , do I want that.  I want it so bad.  I’m panting and my skin is all hot and prickly, hyper-alert and silently begging him to do everything he just described.
    But, I won’t give him that satisfaction.  I’m not one of those girls who hang out at the bar or the clubhouse just waiting to be used and tossed aside.  I won’t be that girl, just to get a piece of him.
    “You need to leave,” I say as sternly as I can, but even I can hear the hoarseness in my voice, thick with arousal.
    “No.”  One word.  Firm.  Unyielding.  “You either tell me what I want to know, or I’ll keep describing what I’m going to do your body as soon as you let me in,” he threatens.
    Jeepers.  I don’t think my body can take much more of his sexy talk.  I can see myself jumping the console, tugging his big, black cock from his jeans and impaling myself on it before he even has time to wonder what the hell I’m doing.
    Fuck my life.
    “Honestly, Oak, it’s nothing.”  I try to play it off.  Telling him would mean he would blab to my brother and they would get involved.  That would piss Miguel off and god knows what would happen – he killed my parents, for fuck’s sake.
    He killed them.  I swallow the hurt and bury it deep in the back of mind.  The less I think about it, the less it hurts.
    “Bet your nipples are rosy pink.  Set against your creamy skin…they’d look fucking glorious glistening from my mouth.”
    I swallow hard.  Holy shit.
    “Oak, stop.”  My command holds no weight because, man , do I want him to continue!
    “Your pussy bare, baby?”  he croons.  “I bet it is.”
    I think I just whimpered. 
    “There’s no story to tell, Oak,” I deny.
    “Imagine my tongue running through all that bare flesh, on display for me.  Wet from your juices and me.”  His tone is musing, but his voice is husky.  I bet if I glanced down I’d see the bulge in his pants.  But, I won’t. 
    I do.  Just because I like to torture myself, I totally glance down and there is a bulge.  A big one.  It’s straining against his jeans.  My hand itches to grasp it, massage it.  My mouth waters, my tongue itching to slide it inside and tease him, sucking, licking, grazing his cock with my teeth.  I ache to bring him undone.
    You’re playing a dangerous game , my mind warns.
    No, I’m not.  I’m not playing any game , I silently rebuff.
    “One day I’ll tell you how I know you’re hiding something.  But, for now, I’m going to lean back here in this seat, close my eyes, and keep on talking, while my mind plays out every scenario that comes out of my mouth.  All the while, I’m gonna enjoy breathing your sweet scent, because the more I talk, the stronger