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pleading. It was then I realized she had opened her slacks and was masturbating while she pleasured me with her mouth.
    “Please,” she whispered, “you’re close.”
    “So are you.” I grasped her shoulders and coaxed her upright. “Come first. For me.”
    For a second, I thought she would refuse, and although my mind was hazy with the nearness of my orgasm, I realized she wasn’t used to putting her pleasure first. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her slacks and eased them down. “Straddle me. I want to touch you.”
    Her eyes never left my face as she bared herself and knelt on the leather seat with her legs on either side of my thighs.
    “Open your blouse,” I whispered, spanning her narrow waist with my hands, my thumbs almost meeting in the center of her abdomen. I dragged my hands down her sides and watched her fingers tremble as she worked the buttons loose on her blouse. As I danced my fingers over her smooth, tight thighs, I leaned forward and sucked her nipple through the lace of her bra. She moaned deep in her throat and drove her fingers into my hair, holding my face firmly against her. I cupped her with my palm between her thighs and she rocked back and forth on my fingers. She was hot, so hot, the way only a woman aroused can be. I spread my fingers and let her slide her clitoris between them, setting the pace.
    With a flick of her hand, she opened her bra and let her breasts fall free. I rubbed my cheek over one, then the other, and sucked the smooth skin. Her thighs trembled on either side of mine, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to support her.
    “I’m almost coming,” she whispered, rocking erratically in my hand.
    “Hold on, if you can.” I steadied her hips between my hands and guided her forward until I could cover her clitoris with my mouth.
    “Oh God,” she cried in surprise, and I felt her jerk between my lips. “Oh, I’m coming.”
    I sucked and licked her, one arm around her waist to keep her cleaved to me, and grasped my clitoris with my other hand. She rubbed herself over my mouth, coming for a long time while I came fast and hard with only a few strokes.
    “What happened?” she murmured as she dropped into my lap, turning sideways so I could cradle her in my arms. “That didn’t go the way I planned.”
    “I guess I’m just used to driving,” I answered, resettling her blouse around her shoulders so she wouldn’t get cold. I kissed her as she relaxed against me. “Sorry. I know you had something else in mind.”
    “No. I liked it. I liked exciting you. I liked you exciting me.” She looked up at me. “I didn’t really have any plans beyond seducing you.”
    I laughed. “Well, you definitely succeeded. I’m sorry I have to go back to work later.”
    “Maybe we can do something about that.” She reached behind her and between my legs, sliding her fingers over me. I was sensitive from coming, and when she fondled my clitoris, I groaned. She murmured, “Oh yes. We should definitely do something about that.”
    “I don’t think so,” I said, practically choking on the words. “I have to take your boss somewhere later.”
    She stopped what she was doing, but kept her hand over me. Then she kissed me. “He’s not my boss. He’s my operations manager.”
    “What?” I wasn’t thinking very clearly because if she kept pressing where she was pressing, I was going to come again.
    “I’m not an escort,” she whispered with her mouth against my ear. “I’m the owner.”
    “Uh…I…”
    She laughed, and as I started to come, she added, “And you’re my new driver.”

Three Of A Kind
by Karin Kallmaker

    “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Farrah Fotheringay turned quickly into a nook as she strained to hear her agent’s reply over the din of slot machines.
    Her state-of-the-art cell phone was worthless; Ling sounded like she was on the far side of Jupiter, not cozy in her New York office. “Your squeaky clean image needs