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“Because I want to see this sweet pussy,” he says. He reaches for my panties and pulls them down, revealing the rest of my body. Maybe I should be embarrassed. Maybe not. I’m not, though. I like the way he makes me feel. I like knowing he’s looking at me and that he gets pleasure from this.

I shake my ass a little, and he groans.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. Then Dale swats my bottom a few times before running his fing

ers through my wetness. Yeah, I’m soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life. It’s ironic, considering the entire reason we came back here is that I was wet. Now I’m soaked in a different way, but I’m not complaining.

I feel his breath on my pussy just before he starts to kiss me there, and my entire body tenses. I’ve never had anyone go down on me like this before and I’m suddenly a little nervous. What if he doesn’t like it? What if…

He swats my ass.

“Don’t over-think this, baby,” he says. “Relax.”

“I…”

“You’re fucking sexy,” he says, and then he starts licking me, and any protests I may have had leave my mouth. They’re instead replaced with heavy breathing and groaning because this is something I can’t resist.

Now it’s something I need.

Something I crave.

Something I don’t think I’m going to be satisfied with for just one night.

He runs his fingernails up the backs of my legs as he continues to lick and suck on my body. I grip the back of the couch as firmly as I can, but my knees buckle and threaten to collapse. He stands, wrapping one arm around my waist.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

The other hand finds my clit and Dale begins to play my body perfectly, bringing me to the edge, pushing me over the cliff, making me fall into oblivion, and I cry out as I come apart for him. The orgasm washes over me in waves. It’s so strong that everything goes white and for a second, I can’t even see. For just this moment, my entire world is perfect. For just this moment, I feel like the entire world is incredible.

And then I come back down.

My knees do collapse, then, but Dale catches me before I can fall. He spins me around, pulling me into his arms, and kisses me.

“You’re perfect, Oriana,” he whispers, and the crazy thing is that I believe him. We may have only known each other for a short time, but I believe him when he tells me that I’m pretty and that I’m perfect and that he wants to be with me.

“So are you,” I manage to breathe out, and he starts kissing me again.

A knock at the door interrupts us, followed by Audrey bursting into the room.

“Hey,” she says. “Look, I’m super sorry to interrupt you, but remember that whole busiest-night-of-the-year thing? Yeah, well, if you guys could come help me keep things under control…well, I’d super appreciate it.”

She disappears, closing the door behind her, and I look up at Dale. He’s got a twinkle in his eyes, and then he starts laughing.

“All right,” he says. “Let’s go save the day, beautiful.” He kisses me. “But I’m holding you to that lunch date tomorrow. You promised.”

“I promised,” I agree. I kiss him before I start getting dressed again. Despite being interrupted, I don’t feel embarrassed or scared or nervous. I just feel satisfied. Maybe it’s just the after-effects of the orgasm, but something tells me it’s not. Something tells me it’s just him. Something tells me that Dale and I are kind of, sort of, totally meant to be.

Chapter Seven

Dale

There aren’t many lunch places to take the girl of your dreams in Greenville, but there’s a small café down the street from the bar that will do. Oriana meets me at noon, as promised, and she looks perfect as ever. She chose to wear a plunging green shirt with jeans and black boots. I’m not a fashion expert, but she looks like she walked out of a magazine.

“Wow,” I say, looking her over.

“Wow yourself,” she smiles.

We order our food and sit down at a table in the back. She got a sandwich and I chose salad.

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