Excellent When tables are turned... Touche by Begin Again Blah, Blah, Blah contest entry

He ran his fingers through her hair, tipping her head so his feverish lips could ravish her neck. They lay on the beach blanket, no longer listening to the pounding waves.   As she protested, his lips and tongue coaxed her to reconsider. His nimble fingers unbuttoned her shirt and rubbed against her breasts, making her body quiver with desire.   "You take my breath away, Peyton. I want you, but you know we shouldn't."   "Shh! Now's not the time for talking, babe."   "But we just met. You don't know me," she protested.   "I know all I need to know," he murmured.     Blah, blah, blah!       Peyton's throbbing head screamed, "don't move," but the early sun was hot against his naked body. Thoughts of last night's conquest danced in his mind and aroused him. He turned to draw her near, to satisfy his desire.   To his chagrin, a note and his wallet replaced her warm body. Moaning, he grabbed it and read — "My stallion, one must learn to think with their brain and not their body. You played your hand and thought you won, but I walked away with your cash. Show off your pride as you rush naked to your car. Touché, my love!"   Recognized

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