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Dixie: yes

Leo: Let’s go out the back door. Into the alley.

Dixie: Okay.

Leo: I’m following you through the bar. Your ass is amazing in that skirt. You look so prim and proper, but I know who’s really underneath that tight buttoned up white shirt.

Dixie: We’re alone in the alley. It’s dark out here.

Leo: I push you against the brick wall and pin your arms on either side of your head.

Dixie: My heart is racing. I’m dying for you to kiss me, but you’re just staring into my eyes so intensely.

Oh fuck. My heart rate just kicked into overdrive. The hair on my nape is sticking up. I can’t help it. I grab my cock and give it a quick tug. But I’m shit for texting one-handed.

Leo: I kiss your neck first, scraping my stubble on your soft skin. Marking you. So everyone knows you’re mine.

Dixie: Little electric shocks zap me everywhere. I arch my back so I can rub my breasts against your chest.

Leo: Jesus. Dixie, are you wet?

Dixie: Yes.

Leo: For real. Right now. Is texting with me making you wet?

Dixie: Yes.

Leo: Good. Because I’m so fucking hard right now.

Leo: All I want is to really be in the alley with you.

Dixie: Me too. I don’t want to stop.

Leo: I bring your wrists together in one of my hands and brace them above your head. I need a free hand.

Dixie: Why?

Leo: I think you know.

Dixie: Are you ever going to kiss me?

Leo: Not yet, baby girl. I roughly bunch up your skirt. What kind of panties are you wearing underneath it?

Dixie: I think you know.

Leo: That’s my girl. No panties. I’m going to—

Fuck. I’m not on call tonight, but when I hear the radio call, I know I need to go.

Dixie: You still there?

Leo: Yeah. I’m getting called into work. We’ll have to finish this later. If you still want to.

Dixie: Is getting called into work a code for your wife rolled over in bed and realized you’re on your phone?

Leo: If I had a wife, or girlfriend, which I don’t, I would not ever have started this with you. You don’t know me, and I expect you’ve probably met a few assholes who would, but I’m not like that.

Now she’s probably wondering why a man who’s my age doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend. I wonder sometimes too.

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