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“What kind of business?” she asks quietly, not really reacting to anything I just said. Just passive, and it's driving me crazy.

“It’s something I’ve been working on for a really long time. I want to direct movies.” It feels good to put that out there. No more lies, not with Lee. She doesn’t know it, but I plan on keeping her forever. She lets out a heavy sigh as a frown pulls at the corners of her mouth.

“I always pick men who are just flakey,” she says, like the fact I want to direct has anything to attribute to my character.

“I’m not flakey—whatever the hell that means. I know what I want, and I go after it. I’ve always been like that. Right now, I know with a one hundred percent certainty that I want you, Lee. Not just for a little while, but forever.” So much for not coming on too strong. Still, she needs to know where I stand. I have no plans on going anywhere or being with anyone else.

“You’re insane,” she says, looking into my eyes. The shock is evident on her face.

I want to tell her everything. I want her to know the real me, including my name and who I am. She knows me but doesn’t realize I’m not really Eugene. She knows I can’t be a computer guy, but everything I do has been faithful to me. I’m mad at myself for letting it go on for so long. I can’t go back. I can only go forward. I also can’t confess when she’s already on the edge of pushing me out of her life. Even if she probably should, considering how I’ve handled everything, I can’t let that happen. All I can think to do is pull her into a kiss. She holds herself stiff, but then slowly gives in, her tongue coming out to shyly play with mine. Where the kiss in the restaurant was intense and full of passion, there’s a delicacy to this one—a softness that feels like a warm embrace around my heart as she completely surrenders.

When she pulls back to look at me, I let her. I wait, knowing my entire future hinges on what Lee does next. To my relief, she puts a hand on each side of my face and pulls my lips back to hers, kissing me with all the hunger that’s been building between us since we first met. I feel her need just as much as my own. I deepen our kiss, running my hand up her thigh under her dress until my fingers just barely touch her. She gasps into my mouth, and I smile as I keep kissing her. I know the creep driving the car is listening, so I try to hide as much of her as possible while needing to keep going. I want to feel her come undone beneath my touch.

I push her panties aside, running my finger along the wet lips of her pussy, teasing her with feather-light touches. She tries hard to keep her face passive while she’s bucking her hips against my hand. I part her lips, sliding a finger in circles in her arousal before pushing a finger inside of her. I can feel her pulsing with need.

I claim her lips again, while I start to move my finger in sync with her movements, sliding in a second finger until I’m caressing her relentlessly, pushing her toward an orgasm. I know it’s there when she squeezes my hand tight inside of her, her body shuddering. She whimpers, and I swallow the sound down, as waves of her sweet release flood against my fingers.

My thumb brushes against her clit, causing her hips to jerk at the pleasure rolling through her. I continue moving my fingers inside of her, never once wavering. She rides out her climax, but instantly begins tightening around my hand again, riding it for all she’s worth. God, how will it feel when it’s my cock? The pleasure from just touching her like this is better than anything I’ve ever experienced. How will it feel when I’m buried balls deep inside of her?

Her nails claw into my back, her breathing growing even more ragged as she works her hips, grinding down on my hand as I reach up with my thumb to press against her swollen, pulsating clit. She gasps loudly, the sound echoing around us, as the scent of sex permeates the air around us. I kiss her again, knowing she’s close to coming again—her movements frantic, her moans music to my ears.

Suddenly she goes rigid, as her face contorts and her orgasm rolls through her, soaking my fingers as I try to keep my face in front of hers. She’s no longer in control of the soft mewling moans coming from her. She’s panting as the driver pulls into her driveway. I toss money at the leering driver before I pull her out of the car, carrying her into the house, her body languid and legs still trembling.


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