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  Surprise.

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  Feel Like Making Love

  Megan Hart

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  Copyright 2010 Megan Hart

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  LOVE ME TWO TIMES

  Surprise.

  Cadence Murphy lifted the extravagantly gift-wrapped box from her pillow and contemplated it for several minutes before opening it. The card on the front had been written in her best friend Marnia's distinctive hand. If the gift came from Marnia, it had to be something interesting, potentially embarrassing, definitely a bit bizarre, and most assuredly sexual.

  The box fit easily into Cadence's palm, but felt weighty enough to contain something substantial. Jewelry? She shook her head. That didn't fit. She touched the card again, read the cryptic message, then squared her shoulders and lifted the lid. A burst of stifled laughter made her clap a hand to her lips before she let loose and guffawed.

  Cadence lifted the small, purple butterfly, attached to a complicated-looking series of black straps, in front of her eyes. Vibrating butterfly, guaranteed to send you flying, read the small card inside the box.

  She flipped the plastic insect over to note the ridged underbelly, the protruding "tongue," presumably meant to stimulate her clit, and the lengthy tail that must be meant to arouse some other parts. Cadence nudged the small button on the butterfly's head and it began to buzz. The noise was low and unobtrusive, but still startled her enough to shut it off.

  "Leave it to Marnia." Cadence looked around the room, half-expecting to see more of her friend's surprises, but the king-size suite was empty. Luxurious and decadent, but empty. Not even a token houseboy to unpack her suitcases or rub her feet.

  The cool plastic had already warmed in her hand, and Cadence looked at it more closely. It wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself, but then she'd never claimed to be up on trendy sex-toys. Her hand and a detachable showerhead had been about as kinky as she'd ever gotten with herself. Looking at the object in her hand, Cadence's mind began to whirl with exotic possibilities.

  A bad breakup had led her to flee to California and La Fleur, the exclusive boutique hotel catering to the famous and the infamous. Movie stars and rock legends had partied here, relationships had formed and broken, men and women of wealth and fame had swum in the pool and leaped from the balconies. Despite all that, La Fleur had never gained the reputation of its sister hotel, the Chateau Marmont. Stars went to the Chateau for the kind of privacy that meant they'd be seen. Guests of La Fleur went there to ensure complete anonymity.

  Cadence herself had signed in under an assumed name, part of the La Fleur mystique, and she wasn't even a celebrity, just the friend of one. Marnia Disson, Hollywood's hottest new actress and Cadence's best friend since kindergarten, had booked and paid for the room. A special treat--done only the way Marnia could do it--to help Cadence get over the discovery that not only did her boyfriend Charles prefer the company of other women, he'd decided he wanted to be one, himself.

  Cadence had grown used to daily orgasms beneath Charles' talented fingers and tongue, and though it had always seemed a bit odd he'd preferred giving her oral instead of intercourse, she hadn't complained too much. The man had magic in his mouth.

  Now, like a junkie denied her fix, Cadence had withdrawal. She'd escaped here to this luxurious hideaway courtesy of Marnia, who claimed all any woman needed was a hot bubble bath and a waterproof vibrator. Cadence didn't quite agree. Masturbation could be fun, or a necessary evil, depending on your outlook, but it couldn't replace good old-fashioned, straight-up screwing.

  "How about you, little fella?" she asked the purple butterfly. "Are you waterproof?"

  She didn't think so. The complicated contraption looked more like some kind of mild bondage gadget than a water toy. She thumbed the switch again and another buzzing hum that tickled her palm rewarded her effort.

  "Worth a try anyway," she murmured. She slid the butterfly between her thighs. It tickled. After another minute, the tickles became tingles.

  Cadence unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand and shrugged out of it while teasing herself with the butterfly. The sensation was muted through the fabric of her skirt and panties, but she could tell how great it would feel once she took them off. Of course, she was already halfway to coming just from this sensation alone, a sign of her recently deprived sexual state. She tilted her hips against the butterfly's determined buzz, and sighed. This was going to be pretty good after all.

  She cut the power to the bug so she could slip out of her skirt. Dressed only in a black sheer bra, matching thong panties, garter belt and stockings, Cadence stood for a moment to look at herself in the mirror.

  "Not bad at all," she mused, hands on hips, dark chestnut hair mussed and tumbled over her shoulders. "Stupid Charles."

  As it turned out, he'd preferred what he called earthier ladies--the ones who didn't shave their pits or their legs...on purpose, not just because they didn't feel like it that morning in the shower. The type of girls who wore hemp clothes and vegan shoes, "their only makeup, the blush of the sun, their only perfume their own musky odor." Direct quote.

  "That so ain't me," Cadence drawled, cocked her hip and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

  She wished Charles all the best, though she'd miss his loving tongue. He, at least, knew what he wanted to be and do, and had finally found the courage to pursue his dreams.

  She lifted her breasts and thumbed the nipples until they stood out like rosy buttons beneath the sheer silk. She pinched them lightly, which made her shudder, before sliding her hand down between her legs.

  The silk rubbed her deliciously as she found the erect nub of her clit with her forefinger. Nice. She stroked herself and watched her eyes grow glazed in the mirror. Her face flushed, the pink traveling down her throat to paint the pale globes of her breasts. She opened her thighs and tilted her hips as she stroked herself through the panties.

  If she put that butterfly on now, she'd go off like a rocket in seconds. No question. Cadence tilted her head to stare at her sex-drenched reflection. If she was the type to have one-night stands, she'd go down to the bar and find one. As it was, she didn't like the risks involved, and didn't want to take the chance on picking up a stud who'd turn out to be a dud. She needed to come, and could count on herself and Marnia's gift to get her there in a way she couldn't trust a stranger to do.

  Too bad the butterfly hadn't arrived with a partner. As good as it could make her feel, it wasn't going to replace the feeling of a long, thick cock inside her. Cadence sighed again, her fingers making lazy circles on her clit. When was the last time she'd been fucked? Really fucked, by a man who was really interested in her?

  "Too damn long." She caught herself before she could frown. She wouldn't think about that now or she'd just get depressed. Marnia had given her this weekend and a nifty sex toy to enjoy. She'd be selfish and stupid not to enjoy it while she could.

  Whoever had designed this room must've sex in mind, she thought as she crossed to the gigantic bed and sat on the edge, butterfly at her fingertips. The