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“Were you planning on picking someone up?” I ask. A spark of jealousy at the idea of her being with another man ignites, but then it fades. She dressed up for me, didn’t she? She wanted me to see her tonight. She was hoping for it, just like I was, and somehow, that realization is both calming and exhilarating.

“I was,” she says, cocking her head to the side. Then, confirming my suspicions, she adds, “You.”

“What if I’m shy?” I ask. “What if that man hadn’t been a dick and your shirt had been dry all night? How were you going to convince me to take my top off?” I can’t help teasing her just a little bit, but Oriana teases me right back.

Leaning forward, she presses her breasts into my face.

“Oh, bar man,” she says. “I have my ways.”

Chapter Six

Oriana

Am I really doing this?

Am I really about to sleep with my boss?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I’m about to throw away everything I told myself I wouldn’t do because right now, this feels right. It feels good and perfect, and you know what? Sometimes we all need a little bit of perfection in our lives.

I’ll be the first to admit that when I chose my panties, I picked something I thought he’d like. Judging by the way his eyes lit up, I’d say I did a great job. Dale can’t seem to keep his hands off of me, and I like that. Love it. Need it.

I’ve never been the type of girl who just goes after what she wants. Until a couple of weeks ago, I always played things safe. I made good, smart choices. I was careful and weighed every option, but now? Now I want to react because of how I’m feeling. Now I want to do things because they feel right. I don’t want to overanalyze every little thing.

I don’t want anything to do hold me back from what I’m feeling because this thing with Dale feels incredible.

He climbs up and sits beside me on the couch. Then Dale pulls me into his lap. It’s a gesture that’s both tender and Dominant, and I like the way he holds me. “Small” isn’t something I often feel, but right now, I could practically be a pixie. He makes me feel tender and tiny and magical, and I love that.

I kiss him on the mouth and the cheeks and the neck. My hands run over his hard abs and chest. Yeah, this is a man who works out. Not that I’d ever discriminate based on body type, but I’m not going to complain about the hours Dale obviously spends staying in shape. I like the hard feel of his body beneath my hands. I like the way he smiles a little as he kisses me.

He looks like he has a secret, and that makes me want to find out more.

I shift so that I’m straddling him. Then I lean forward and rub my breasts against him as I grind against his cock. It’s so hard even through his jeans that it must be absolutely painful. I can help him with that, but first, I want to take my time. I want to explore him a little bit. This is our first time together, but I think both of us are going to want more. There’s just something about him that’s so wonderful and patient. He’s so strong and determined, and I could use more of that in my life.

I’m just about to start undoing his zipper when he stops me.

“Oriana,” he whispers.

“Dale,” I say, looking at him.

“I like you,” he manages to say. “A lot. I like you a lot. This isn’t just some convenience fuck. I’m into you.”

Is it bad if I blush from that confession?

“I’m into you, too,” I admit, although by this point, it must be obvious.

“Have lunch with me tomorrow,” he says, as if that wasn’t enough for me.

“Of course,” I tell him. “A proper date.”

As soon as I agree that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing, Dale takes over. He stands and moves, positioning me so I’m standing and facing the couch. I lean forward and place my hands on the back. Dale uses his foot to push my legs apart.

“I want you open wider,” he tells me.

“Why’s that?” I whisper, even though I already know the answer. I just love everything that comes out of his dirty mouth and I want to hear more.

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