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apricot-scented oil over my back, then worked it into my skin with long, strong strokes. At first his fingers dug into the tight muscles of my lower back, then they drifted down to my glutes, squeezing and sliding over my cheeks. It was heaven after perching on a bar stool all morning entering data, then sitting and being tutored all afternoon. Dan wanted to be sure I was as prepared as I could be, and didn’t give many breaks.
    “God, I love your ass.”
    He kissed the swell of my hips, then worked his way downward, rubbing my legs, working my hamstrings. He massaged all the way down to my toes, then slowly back up again. His caress slid to the inside of my thighs, and my breath caught in my throat, anticipating. I spread my legs a little in invitation, but he continued upward.
    Slick warm fingers slid over my cheeks, following the crease in between. I tensed as he pressed against my back door.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to give it try, babe? I think you’ll like it.”
    He knew I didn’t want to. This wasn’t the first time he’d asked.
    “I’m sure.” I was about to suggest we call it a night, but then his touch continued onward to play between my legs.
    Barry had talked me into forgiving him. I wasn’t just a job to him, he’d said. He really liked me. I knew he was probably just saying what I wanted to hear, but it was hard to resist his dimpled grin, and if we were going to go through with this marriage-of-convenience and raise a child together, there was no point in holding a grudge. We might as well make the best of our time together, I told myself, so I’d gone back to his bed.
    Barry straddled my legs and pressed his erection against my butt. The oil made him glide easily through my crease. He pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, then bent over me, breathing hard against my shoulder. I wanted him to reach around and touch me, but after a few strokes he pulled a couple of pillows over and put them underneath so my hips were lifted, but not too much. “Perfect,” he declared, then rubbed more oil on my rear. He pressed his cock against my butt and resumed stroking between my cheeks. I wished he were stroking into me, but I’d gone off the Pill as soon as I’d made my decision to seduce Conrad, and while I waited for the hormones to clear my system we couldn’t risk me getting pregnant. Condoms could break, and any baby I conceived had to be Conrad’s. So we found other ways to play without actually having intercourse.
    Barry’s breath caught in little grunts in time with his thrusts. He came with a gasp, and the hot spurt of his release landed on my back. He mopped it up with a handful of tissues, then flopped down beside me. I shoved the pillows aside and curled up next to him. He put an arm around my shoulders but made no move finish me. I pushed my irritation aside and began to finger myself.
    “Oh. Sorry,” Barry said in a drowsy tone, then reached over to massage my breast with fingers still slick with oil. A minute later he levered himself up so he could draw my other nipple into his mouth while continuing to pluck at the other. He sucked and pinched, sending sharp jolts between my legs. I was barely touching myself, drawing out the pleasure, trying not to come too soon. Barry continued sucking, as his hand left my breast and wandered over my belly. I tensed with desire and anticipation as he pushed my hand away. A moment later his oiled fingers slid into me. His thumb flicked quickly over my sensitized flesh and I clenched around him, coming in a sudden, unexpected rush that wasn’t quite satisfying. He didn’t continue petting as he usually would have, instead he stilled, then withdrew his hand.
    Clearly, he wasn’t in the moment. “What is it?” I asked.
    Abruptly, Barry pulled away from me. “I can’t do this,” he said as he sat up. His fists clenched in the blue paisley sheet that slid down to his hips. His shoulders were rigid with tension.
    I struggled free of the