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what?” I gulped as I gripped my cup.

“For the pleasure I’m about to give you,” he whispered, and this time his hand was on my thigh and his fingers were running up and down my leg.

“What pleasure?” I whispered, knowing I should tell him to stop, but not finding the heart to do it. I wanted to see how far he would take this.

“Have you ever ridden a dildo before?” His tongue licked the side of my face. His mouth was pressed against my ear now. “And when you ride that dildo tonight, will you wish it was me that was fucking you?” He blew into my ear, which caused me to jump and spill tea on him and myself. “Ouch!” He jumped back. “You got me wet,” he said, his eyes laughing at me. “I should change.”

“Okay.”

He stood up stared down at me for a few seconds. “You’re wet as well,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, I am,” I mumbled, trying to wipe the tea off of my legs and dress.

“I knew it.” He nodded. “I knew I would make you wet. Your panties must feel like you just jumped into a swimming pool.”

“You wish, Jagger.” I shook my head at him. “Go and change before I leave.”

“Okay.”

Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling his briefs down, right in front of me. My entire body froze as I watched him bend down. Oh Lord in heaven, have mercy upon my soul, but I could not stop myself from openly gawking at his cock, which looked like it was very ready for action.

“Like what you see?” Jagger gave me a broad grin, and before I could answer he had turned around and was headed to his bedroom. My mouth opened and closed as he walked away, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I mean, what did you say when a hot guy stripped naked in front of you? I couldn’t ignore the fact that my heart was racing and that my face was beet red. I knew that Jagger knew the effect he had on me—shit, probably on all women. He was gorgeous, and his cock had been a fine specimen. Most probably the best-looking cock I’d ever seen in my life.

Of course, I already knew that it was amazing.

Stop it, Magnolia. Stop it! I chided myself silently. I wasn’t going to allow any memories to filter through my brain. No sirree.

“Here you go.” Jagger walked back into the room in another pair of tight white briefs and threw me a white t-shirt and a pair of navy silk boxers. “You can change in the bathroom if you’re too scared to change here.” He smirked as I caught the clothes, looking so smug and self-assured that I felt a surge of annoyance. An idea popped into my head.

“Why would I be scared?” I leaned forward and placed the cup onto the table and then stood up. “I have nothing to be scared about.”

“Maybe scared was the wrong word, but we both know you’re too much of a wuss to change in front of me. God forbid I see you in your underwear.” He took a step towards me and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to run my hands down his abs.

“Yeah, God forbid.” I dropped the clothes onto the couch and reached back and undid the zipper on my dress. I was pleased to see that Jagger had stopped dead in his tracks and even more pleased to see his cock growing harder as I let the dress fall to the ground. I stood there in my black bra and panties, feeling like a million dollars as I watched Jagger surveying my body, eyes narrowed. He took another step towards me and smiled. “I like your underwear.”

“Oh, yeah?” Emboldened by alcohol and the situation, I reached behind me and undid my bra. I could hear Jagger breathing more heavily now, and I loved it. He was watching me like a hawk.

I let my bra straps fall to the side and off of my body then I walked over to him, stopping about an inch away from him and handed him my bra. “This is for you,” I said sweetly as I handed it to him. “Maybe you can wear it sometime.”

He took the bra from me in stunned silence, and I grinned at him widely before turning back around.

“Oh no, you don’t.” His arm wrapped around my waist and stopped me. “You’re not