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Senator Ramson lay flat on his back.
The top-floor Presidential Suite at the Kimpton George had been available. It was warm and awash in the winter sunlight streaming in through the broad windows.
He was a special customer, so they’d given him a discount.
Yes, he’d definitely keep it overnight.
Rose had greeted him as he’d hoped, in only a tie—his Swoop the red-tailed hawk one, the University of Utah’s finally-PC mascot. They hadn’t made it to the big bed; she’d already been lounging on the deep blue sofa when he’d arrived.
He’d joined her there.
She now straddled him facing away. So, he had a double handful of her ass while she rubbed her hand down over herself and then him.
Gods but she had amazing fingers.
After some careful consideration—from his very advantageous angle—he’
