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I smiled, because he suddenly seemed a little nervous. I put my hand on his.
“Thank you, that was very sweet. I’m excited.”
Because he had ordered ahead, our appetizers came with our wine, and, while we were in the midst of a deep conversation about hybrid grapes and their impact on the American wine industry, our dinners came.
The steak looked absolutely amazing and, when I looked around for my steak knife, Oliver held up his regular table knife.
“You don’t need a steak knife. It’s tender enough to cut with this.”
And it was. We ate, ordered dessert, and shared a second bottle of wine. I couldn’t believe how much we had in common and how easy it was to talk to this man who, under other circumstances, I would never have met.
He paid the bill by nodding to the maître d’ and I just shook my head. He smiled at me. “Just money,” he reminded me. “I’m not magic or anything.”
“I think you just might be, actually,” I said.
His driver took us back to my apartment. When he pulled up, I looked at Oliver. I had practiced the line in my mind all day, saying in my head, out loud to the mirror, even to my water bottle. Still, I felt nervous enough I thought I might pass out.
“Would you like to come up?” I whispered.
Relief broke out onto his face along with a big smile. “Yes, Becka, I would.” He got out of the car and escorted me from my side. I had cleaned the apartment from top to bottom that day, but that didn’t stop me from pausing just before I opened the door and saying a silent prayer that, while I was gone, a magic fairy had transformed my apartment into, oh, say, a castle.
Of course no such magic had occurred. I winced as I looked at my apartment as he must be.
“It’s marvelous,” he said. “Very charming!” He walked around the kitchen and living room, then poked his head first into Lisa’s room, then into mine. “Which room is yours?”
“The last one,” I said. “And I’d give you the grand tour, but you just took it yourself.” I offered him some wine, and we sat on my couch.
Probably it was too much wine, or maybe my nerves had just reached the point where they needed some release, but I kissed him as soon as we sat down, passionately, and he put his arms around me. I leaned back and he laid on top of me. We continued to kiss and I felt him grow hard, his cock pressing into my thigh.
“You have a very comfortable couch,” he said through our kiss. “How’s your bed?”
“It’s even more comfortable than this,” I said. Before I had finished my sentence, he had picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he held me close as he brought me into my bedroom and put me on the bed. He pulled my dress off over my head and stopped, a look of complete appreciation on his face as he saw my breasts.
“Wow,” he said. “You’re… breathtaking.”
I laid down on the bed, clad only in my black bra and panties, and I unhooked my bra from behind. He took off his shirt and undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He didn’t take his eyes off of me as he stepped out of them and laid on top of me. His body’s weight on mine was grounding and exciting. I felt his cock, urging to be freed from his boxers, and he kissed my breasts, began to suck my nipples, sucking one while he played with the other with his finger and thumb. I groaned with pleasure; my nipples were incredibly sensitive. At the same time, I drew my hand down between his legs and reached for his cock. It was long and thick and incredibly hard. I smiled, and began to pull his boxers down. He finished for me, then returned to kissing my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.
When his tongue found my clit, I gasped. He worked his tongue along my inner lips, gliding it up one side, rolling it over my clit, then gliding down the other. He did this until my entire body was a tingling mass.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said in a low growl. He came back up to kiss my lips and, as he did, I turned and got a condom from my nightstand. He put it on and, in a quick hot second, he was inside me.
He felt as though he had been made to be in me. We fit so perfectly together, he stretched me in the most pleasurable way I’d ever felt. When he began moving, thrusting up and down, my hips met his and we moved in rhythm together. Breathless, pulsing, I forgot all about who he was and simply surrendered to the passion and energy of my impending orgasm. I felt it coming for several minutes; he would take me to the edge and then back off, watching my face, listening to my moans of pleasure. When he finally let me climax, he joined me, and I felt us surging into one another. When he finished, he moved off of me and allowed me to come down from my orgasm. My breath was rapid and the sounds coming from me were like nothing I’d heard from myself before.
We slept, me in his arms. When I woke up, he was gone, but he’d left a note saying that he’d had a business meeting. I was sad, but I trusted that was part of the territory.
I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. There was one from Dr. Evans saying I needed to come to her office ASAP. She sounded so angry. I hung up the phone, pale and shaky. I looked at the clock; it was nine. She had called a little past seven. Had she found out? What had I done?
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