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She dropped them on the white tiled floor. "You want some taco chips or gum or something?"
"Yeah, I want something, all right."
For several seconds she stood completely still. Then she led him from the kitchen. He followed her through a softly lit hallway into a spacious living room containing whitewashed oak furniture upholstered in rich, gem-colored fabrics. The faux marble walls displayed large canvases of original art and broken stone pediments held several pieces of sculpture.
"Daddy must have some big bucks," he drawled.
"We're Italian. He's with the mob, but nobody's supposed to know. Do you want to see one of his guns?"
"I'll pass on that."
She shrugged and led him into another room, which was dark until she flicked the switch on a small desk lamp with a black paper shade. The light revealed that she'd chosen the study instead of a bedroom. A sleek black desk sat at one end in front of a set of bookcases. More pricey art hung on the walls, and plantation shutters covered the windows. She stopped between a mulberry leather sofa and matching club chair.
"You sure you don't want something to drink, Mr. Calebow?"
"I'm sure."
She gazed at him for a moment, and then her hands went to the row of buttons on the front of her white blouse. One by one, she unfastened them.
"How 'bout you get rid of that gum for me."
She walked over to the desk, her expression sulky, and removed the large pink wad from her mouth. Reaching past a stack of papers, she stuck it in a carved alabaster ashtray. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he saw her breasts as she leaned forward. The glow from the. desk lamp gilded her small nipples.
"Sit up on the desk, darlin'."
The Spandex skirt rode high on her thighs as she eased her hips onto the front edge. She parted her legs, keeping the balls of her feet resting on the carpet.
He walked toward her, discarding the cummerbund of his tux. "You're a pretty wild kid, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh. I get into a lot of trouble."
"I'll just bet you do." He slipped his hands beneath the school jacket and then under her blouse, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt. His big hand traveled upward along her spine and moved to the front. He cupped her small breasts and brushed her nipples with his thumbs.
Her hands moved to the slide on his zipper. For a moment she did nothing, and then she shivered. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"You seem to be doing real fine all by yourself."
"Tell me, dammit!"
"All right, darlin'. Open my zipper."
"Like this?"
"Just like that."
"Now what?"
"Reach around a little bit and see if you can find anything that catches your interest."
His breathing quickened as she followed his instructions to the letter.
"You're real big." She cradled him in her hands as she arched her back so that her breasts were pressed deeper into his palms. "I'm getting scared."
"Oh, I'll take it real easy on you."
"You will?"
"I promise."
