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“Stop,” says The Boy. "Stop," saka Boy. “I've got to work.” "Man uz darbu."

I (teddy)bear hug him, struggling to pull him back into bed, and even though I work out 13 girly push-ups a day, he gets an edge on my fed-on-salads frame. I (teddy) jābūt cieši apskaut viņu, cīnās, lai vilktu viņu atpakaļ gultā, un pat ja es strādāju no 13 girly push-ups dienu viņš saņem malas uz manu baro-on-salāti rāmja. “Just five minutes!” "Tikai piecas minūtes!"

“Are you trying to rape me?” He rolls out of my grasp, and hits his floor on all fours, and starts sorting his private landfill of Wall Street Journal s and bills and unopened envelops. "Vai tu gribi izvarot mani?" Viņš ruļļos no manas satveriet un hits savu grīdu četrrāpus un sāk šķirot savas privātās poligons Wall Street Journal s un rēķini un neatvērtas aploksnes.

“You're begging for it, in that tight little shirt, you pussy-tease. "Tu esi ubagošanā tajā, ka saspringto maz kreklu, tu pussy-ķircināt. So come back to bed,” I beg, barely audible. Tā nāk atpakaļ gulēt, "es lūdzu, tikko dzirdams. “Only for a few minutes.” "Tikai dažas minūtes."

“No, you temptress. "Nē, tu temptress. I've got too much to do today.” Man pārāk daudz darīt šodien. "

I eye him from his elevated bed, a wood-carved clam shell headboard opening above me; I'ma siren in a sea of billion-thread-count bedding. Es acu viņu no paaugstināta gulta, koka cirsts clam shell headboard atver iepriekš mani, esmu sirēna, kas jūrā miljardu thread-count pakaišiem. I slip off my dark businessman's blue nightie I was wearing as a day dress and toss it on him, like a net– Es nošļukt mana tumši biznesmenis zilais nightie biju valkājot kā dienu tērpu un mētāt to viņam, tāpat kā neto

That he shakes off, without looking up from his work. Ka viņš pakrata off, bez meklēšanai no sava darba. “What did you throw on me? "Ko tu mest uz mani? Panties?” Biksītes? "

“Those are next, Baron’s cover boy,” I say, but I hold on my lacy nude undies–they're my last bartering chip. "Šie ir next, Barona segt zēns," es saku, bet es tur par manu mežģīņu nude apakšveļa-they're mana pēdējā preču maiņa mikroshēmā. I crawl to the ledge of his bed, and after sweet whispered demands that he fuck me for five seconds, though I'ma wordsmith I realize less language and more movement will sell my self better. Es pārmeklēt to dzega viņa gultā, un pēc tam salds čukstēja pieprasa, lai viņš fuck man piecas sekundes, lai gan esmu wordsmith es saprotu, mazāk valodu un vairāk kustību pārdos my self labāk. So I lean over, looking heavenward while I dig my hands down his pants. Tāpēc es liesa over, looking heavenward kamēr es izrakt manu roku uz leju viņa bikses.

Moments and moans later, he bounces back in bed and we seal the deal. Brīžus un moans vēlāk viņš bounces atpakaļ gultā, un mēs zīmogu darījumu.

I stretch out my skin against his, my body a sweaty yawn against him, and my head pillows on his chest like a period punctuating our agreement our bodies wrote together. Es izstiep manu ādu pret viņa, mana ķermeņa nosvīdis žāvas pret viņu, un mana galva spilveni uz krūtīm kā laika punctuating mūsu vienošanos mūsu ķermeņi wrote kopā.

Then I slide to the floor and dress, slipping back on my slip, tugging into T-strapped, flapper heels. Tad es slaida uz grīdas un kleitu, slīdēšanu atpakaļ uz manu lapu, tugging T-strapped, iedzirknis papēžiem.

“Where are you going, Little Satan?” The Boy asks. "Kur tu teci, Little sātans?" Boy vaicā. He's all nicknames and sweet sweat now, wonderfully wasted, without remembering his work. Viņam ir viss, iesaukas un saldo sviedri tagad lieliski izšķērdēta bez atceroties savu darbu.

“I've got a lot of writing to do.” I check my face in the mirror, watching his body melt into his bed out the corner of my eyes as I fluff my bobbed hair, styled curlier with body heat. "Man daudz rakstveidā darīt." Es varētu pārbaudīt savu seju spogulī, vērojot sava ķermeņa saplūda ar gultu no manas acis stūrī kā es pūka manu bobbed matiem, matus curlier ar ķermeņa siltumu. “Will you escort me out?” "Vai tu eskorts mani?"

“Yeah,” The Boy says, pulling on pants. "Jā," Boy saka, velkot bikses. “But I'm still calling the cops for you violating me.” "Bet es esmu vēl aicinot cops jums pārkāpšanu mani."

“Good.” I slick on lip gloss. "Labi." Es slidens par lūpu spīdumu. “I need all the press I can get.” "Man vajag visu preses es varu."

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