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“If I call you Enzo, can I pay my share?” She bats her eyes a few times.

I twist my lips, thinking about it. The taxi driver huffs, annoyed that we’re holding him up. “Sure.”

“Please, Enzo?” she says, stressing both words.

The sound of her voice saying my name like that spurs images of her naked on my bed, begging me to fuck her. Her back arched, her delectable tits prominently on display with her legs spread. I shift in my seat to hide my growing hard-on.

She drops the forty dollars onto my lap and opens the door, leaving before I come back to myself. I lift the forty off my half chub, concocting a plan to get this back to her without her knowing it.

Her voice rings in my head one more time. Please, Enzo?

I might as well admit defeat. Tonight my dreams will be filled with me, Annie Stewart, and the word please.

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