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"What if you just turned around and I slid inside of you? Would you want it like that?"
    I was shameless. Turning onto my side, I balanced myself on my elbow and tossed my right leg back on his, so that my thighs were spread open. I could feel his erection growing against my leg.
    "Like this?" I asked innocently.
    "Oh God, baby, you're so hot," he groaned, his hand immediately finding its way to my pussy, which was already wet.
    He was like a drug. Every time we had physical contact, I just wanted more and more. He slipped inside of me and started thrusting. I arched my back, moaning at the sheer delight of his body filling me up again.
    "Oh Dash!" I sighed, as he reached around and massaged my shoulder with his warm hand.
    His lips traveled down the back of my neck as he continued pumping. It was very slow and intimate this time, completely different from our encounter the prior evening. And it had only been going on for a few minutes when I felt my body begin to tense up and prepare for an exquisite release. He moved his hand down, and started touching my clit.
    "We're so good together, Ella," he grunted, quickening his rhythm ever so slightly.
    And that was all it took. Within mere seconds, I was practically crying from the ecstatic arrows of pleasure I was receiving from Dash and his thick cock.  
    "Ohhh," I shuddered, as the spasms continued to shake the core of my body.  
    As soon as he heard me come, he pumped for a few seconds more, then pulled out and exploded all over my back.
    "Let me get a towel!" he said sweetly, spanking my ass lightly.
    We were both out of breath from the brief, hot encounter. I'd never been so deliciously exhausted in my entire life. As Dash went to the bathroom to get the towel, I found myself slowly dozing off. A few seconds later, I could feel him wiping down my back.
    "I'm gonna get in the shower, gorgeous girl," he whispered, kissing me on the neck. "Stay as long as you want."
    I could hear the sound of the shower starting as I continued to drift back to sleep...sweet sleep. When I got home, I would be free to hang out in my pajamas all day. And I probably would. The weekend had been such a whirlwind of activity, and I was physically and emotionally exhausted. There was also the not-so-small matter of the lap dance contest. I couldn't just let Daniela win without some friendly competition.
    And then I heard the phone beep on the nightstand.
    Jarred from my rest, I realized that it must have been Dash's phone. My purse was god-knows-where (maybe the design cottage?) and this phone sounded much different.  
    And then...this is the horrible part...
    I have no idea what compelled me to do it, but I grabbed the phone off the nightstand. It was very sleek but extremely heavy.
    "Did they make this thing out of titanium?" I muttered.
      And then I snuck a peek. Big mistake.
    *Can't wait to see you this week! XO Ronna
    My heart sank. A freaking text message from Ronna Jensen?!? One of the women who consistently made those online lists of "Super Skinny Bitches Men Love" or whatever the hell they're called?! Daniela had been right. Dash was dating Ronna Jensen.
    Why did this always happen? As soon as I started to like a guy, something would inevitably ruin it. It was like my love life was fated to be a disaster.
    As my mind raced a million miles a minute, I desperately tried to control my anger. Dash had obviously told Ronna his plans -- they were still going strong. My palms felt clammy and my adrenaline raced. I'd had my heart broken too many times to be dealing with crap again. It just wasn't fair. How was I going to compete with some supermodel chick?!
    I wanted to tell Dash to go screw himself as soon as he got out of the shower. I wanted to throw his stupid, heavy, ridiculous phone at him. But there was one small problem.
    He was my new boss. And I needed my new gig. Desperately.
    So I did what any sane girl would do. Well, what any sane, scared girl would do. I decided to break it off