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“I’m sorry. I guess I forget that you really don’t work here,” she said. Then giggled. I raised a brow and Anne added quickly, “I’m joking. You do not fit here. And although I appreciate all your support, I don’t think you need to come here tomorrow night.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I stated.
“Oh…I…I…” she stammered.
“My…replacement will be here. He comes highly recommended.”
“Really? No one from town seemed interested. Well, no one I would hire at least. I don’t want to have to hire a bouncer to toss out my bouncer,” she laughed.
I knew what she meant. I had a hard time weeding out the weirdos who wanted the job just for the free show. “You won’t have an issue with this guy.” Because if you do, Clark will answer to me.
“Thank you. I had just about given up.”
“I’m glad to be of help,” I said.
Anne said softly, “You’re always taking care of me. Why?”
I couldn’t answer that. “Would you believe I’m just a nice guy?” She shook her head.
“Me either.” I took a step closer to her and said, “But when I’m with you, I want to be.”
Anne walked into my embrace and said, “Why don’t we go home, and you can show me just how nice you are?”
There was so much to be done, but an offer like that wasn’t something I could refuse. I bent and scooped her into my arms and said, “I think we can skip the takeout. I already know what I’m hungry for.”
She whispered in my ear, “Straight to dessert.”
As before, Anne refused to let me drive to the cabin, but she also didn’t take her sweet-ass time, either. I swear she even drove through two stop signs. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who ached.
When we got inside, our lips were locked, breaking contact only long enough to rip off our clothes. We scattered them throughout the living room and I knew we wouldn’t make it to either bedroom.
Kissing her, I tugged at her lips with my own, biting them gently. Anne pulled away and playfully pushed me onto the couch. Damn, it was a fucking turn-on when she took control. For now, I’d let her.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and ran her hands up my thighs. Oh, fuck. I was in trouble. Sweet trouble. I ached for her the entire ride to the cabin. I desperately wanted my cock inside her. Of course, the feel of her lips was far too tempting.
Leaning back against the couch, I watched as she inched closer. With her hair still up on top of her head, I had a clear view as she licked my shaft from base to tip. Then she twirled her tongue around the head before mouthing my cock all the way down again. She knew when to apply pressure and just how to tease the fuck out of me. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, she stopped and blew on the tip of my cock. Gripping it with one hand, she opened her mouth and took me in. Fuck yes.
Her head moved up and down as she took my cock deeper in her mouth. She sucked and stroked me in a rhythm, building gradually faster. I could feel my balls tense. I pulled back and grabbed her by the shoulders, stopping her from continuing.
She looked up at me, her eyes dark and filled with want. In one swift move, I flipped positions and now she was lying on the couch, her legs wide open.
“Sweetheart, although I was enjoying it immensely, I don’t want this to end yet.
Anne smiled and reached out for me. “I like to finish what I start.”
“Later. Right now, I see something that…needs my attention,” I said, bending to kiss the inside of her thigh.
Her protest didn’t last, and she opened wider, moaning as I scattered kisses along her hips and abdomen, continuing until my tongue slid between her folds and found her swollen clit. I licked and stroked her, teased and pleased her. She moaned and begged.
“More,” she groaned.
My cock became harder, begging for more too. I nipped her clit gently and her moans became louder. My cock throbbed in unison with her moans, demanding its own release. I wanted to savor her passion. We didn’t have many more nights together, and I needed to make sure she remembered me. I’ll never be able to forget her.
As I slid a finger inside, she opened to me with a deep groan. Then I slid a second, and then a third.
“Please, Andrew,” she whimpered.
“I know, sweetheart. I ache for you, too.”
