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citricoslarubia > The Manhattanites: Unscrupulous > Part 24
p.i.s.sed as a teething baby whose father had taken her pacifier, she argued, "Don't take what's mine away from me."

"Am I yours?" Waiting for his answer, he unb.u.t.toned his oxford, tearing at each white plastic b.u.t.ton. How many b.u.t.tons does this s.h.i.+rt have? At last, his s.h.i.+rt fell to the floor. He was naked in his stretch Maybach with the most beautiful woman in the world and he didn't want to f.u.c.k. No, they needed to talk.

"Perhaps." She went back to his c.o.c.k. Licking, pumping and sucking with a frantic stride. Taddy loved a career challenge, but could she take a personal one?

His hairy bag swelled tighter. The air-conditioning blew on his a.s.s cheeks, which were now held tight in Red's grasp.

Her acrylics felt like meat hooks in his flesh. He couldn't move. He didn't dare.

She sucked harder.

He'd waited months to find her, and he'd loved having her with him this weekend. She couldn't leave.

He gripped her face. "Taddy, stop. I'm going to-"

The limo's intercom chimed.

"Monsieur Truman, we'll be arriving at the airport in about ten minutes," his driver voiced over the limo's speaker.

Warner withdrew from her embrace. "Thank you, driver." He turned the intercom off and kissed Taddy again. "You make me insane with desire."

"Ahem." Her sourpuss face returned.

"We need to talk."

"No, we need to have s.e.x." Taddy grabbed his hands, guiding them under her red mink bra straps. She unleashed their beauty in one fell swoop.

My, my, my. He knelt back down and admired Brill panorama.

Her pear-shaped b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands looked as perfect as a fifty-eight-facet diamond. If the Gemological Inst.i.tute of America would have graded Red's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, without question, "FL" for flawless. "I love your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

"They haven't changed much since this morning. Do they still turn you on?"

"Very much so. I'm in awe each time I see you. It's a new experience every time. You're everything I've ever wanted. You're all I need." He looked up at her.

Her mouth fell open. Taddy's eyes glistened.

He cupped her face in his hands. Get real with me, baby.

Shaking off her confusion, Taddy gave him a PR-diva smile. "My tah-tahs say thank you for the compliment."

"Taddy..." d.a.m.n your intimacy issues. He'd get her to open up, one way or another. His attempt to make love in the car had seemed like a good idea but hadn't worked out too well. She'd come close. He could tell. Taddy just might start to trust him. He'd love her if she'd let him. "I promise I'll come see you in New York. I will."

She reached forward, holding on to him. "I don't want to be a clingy girl. But for the first time in my life...I'm weak over you."

"Why can't I be stronger than you?"

"Vulnerability is foreign to me."

"Order a pa.s.sport for your emotions."

"Meaning-I don't like it." She ma.s.saged his biceps. "I've taken care of myself since I was a kid. I don't want

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