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towards him. Before I can say anything his arm wraps around my back and he pulls me down onto his lap.  I'm straddling him now, and I'm oh so close to him. I can feel his erection underneath my thigh and his hand gropes my ass. 
    I shouldn't be turned on, but I am.
    He pulls me even closer into him – he smells like an intoxicating mix of leather and citrus and sandlewood, all things masculine.  His eyes pierce mine and my lips part slightly.  He takes full advantage of this, capturing my mouth with his.
    I don't even know this man but I'm letting his tongue explore my mouth.  And I want more.
    He breaks the kiss.
    “I have to admit, Tamara, you aren't quite right for my agency,” he tells me bluntly.
    His words crush me. I've been hurt on a pretty regular basis during my fairly short life, but this stung .  Sitting upon his lap, I can't help but feel used and degraded—embarrassed that I was naive enough to think this man brought me up here because he saw potential in me.
    He would move, but he's holding me far too tightly against him.
    “Because,” he continues, as his eyes travel down my cleavage.  “I'd rather use you for...other purposes.”
    His wicked green eyes lock with mine again and I'm speechless as he brings his face closer to my chest.   His eyes close as he kisses right above my cleavage, his face soon becoming lost in the valley between my breasts and I feel his tongue flicker against the soft tissue. 
    His hand travels from my waist to my breast as he massages it and runs his fingers over my erect nipples.
    I breathe out and arch my back against him,  my hands tangled in his own locks.  I haven't been touched in such a long time. Hell, I haven't been touched like this ever. 
    His tongue travels to my other breast and circles my nipple before taking it lightly between his teeth.  Soft lips run over it as he flicks the tip with his tongue, and I clench.
    I should stop him.  I should stop myself.  I only met this man about an hour ago and now I'm nearly naked with my body wrapped around him, but he's already almost driving me to ecstasy and I just can't stop.
    But then he does.
    He sits back in the chair and my hands come to a rest on his well muscled chest.  My core is quivering and aching for him, but he just watches me.  He looks pleased, too pleased.  A wave of humiliation creeps over me once again.
    “Get up,” he commands me, and like always, I do it without hesitation.  Why is that?
    He stands up and violently kicks the chair back behind him.  He's a few feet away from me now and his eyes lock with mine again.  “Remove your panties,” he tells me, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard.
    My thumbs rush to hook the sides of black lace thong I'm wearing—I rip them off and let them fall behind me.  And now I'm wearing nothing but jewels and stiletto’s, completely naked before him.
    He looks at me like he wants to taste every inch of me, and I kinda want to do the same to him too.
    “Get on the ground.”
    I sit, and the lie back fully, my ass and back touching the cold backdrop paper.  He comes and stands over me, placing his feet in between mine.  His hands slide up his sides and to his belt –  I watch with anticipation as his fingers unlock the buckle.
    “Open your legs,” he instructs me, and I spread them wide.  “Wider,” he says as he taps his designer shoe against the inside of my shin, and I open them  as wide as I can. My pussy is slick and fully exposed – it's awkward, but I just want him now.
    Lying below him he flashes a wicked smile at me once again, like he wants to posses me.  He slowly slides his belt out of the loop, letting it fall behind him.  He unbuttons his white shirt, revealing his taut and toned chest. I bite my lip hard. 
    The shirt falls behind him, obscuring his belt and his pants soon follow.  He crouches down at my feet, removing my heels and taking one foot in his hand. He runs his thumb down it's sole— it