Page 22 of The French Kiss


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Her hand pushes on my chest. “Wait.”

Instantly, I wrestle back control of myself, though I’m panting from the exertion of holding myself apart from her. And then her denial clears the fog in my mind . “What?”

“I can’t. I’m here to work, the professional opportunity. I’m sorry.”

She dodges around me, leaving me alone and wondering what just happened. A stall door opens and an older woman steps out, gives me a quick up and down, and then offers, “I’ll do you if you want.”

Without Autumn’s fire, this restroom seems seedy and dirty now. Or perhaps it’s not the place, but simply the lack of the woman I desire. I want to be back with Autumn, her mouth giving as well as taking, her body writhing for closeness to mine as she makes that melodious moaning sound again.

Startled, I blink, spin on my heel, and stride out of the restroom. I scan the dance floor once more but don’t see either Autumn or the other ladies. Hopefully, they all left together and are back at their apartments getting some rest to prepare for tomorrow like Autumn said.

I think I’ll do the same.

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