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“So, did he ever sleep with you here?”
“Nooo,” she said shaking her head back and forth with gusto. “He was far too busy.”
“I like this guy more and more, except for the pictures.”
“I don’t want to think about him.” Gary had no place in her present life.
“You wanna hear my dumb break-up story?” he asked with a smile in his voice. “So, we can be even?”
“No, because then I’ll be insecure.”
“You do not have to be insecure. You’re the hottest woman I’ve met in quite some time. You had Jay salivating.”
“Is that the hotness yardstick? You’re sexy if the guy who would do anyone and anything likes you?” she joked.
David busted up. He laughed so hard he had to lay down on the bed.
“No, the fact that Jay likes you is irrelevant. He’s part of my dumb break-up story. Here’s the short version. He wants everything that’s mine. So far, he’s managed to come out on top. He stole my music, a hefty portion of my income, and my girlfriend. She was in love with the money, not the man. The only thing he’s managed to keep is the rights to my songs.”
“That’s awful. You deserve better friends and a way better girl.”
“I’ve got you, That’s a huge upgrade.”
“No need to worry. I’m not attracted to assholes or peacocks, but I am attracted to you.”
Just as she was going to run the bath water to warm it for the shower, he reached for her. He drew her down onto the bed and made the mattress wobble.
“I might get seasick,” he teased, but like an expert, he rose above her and looked down upon her the way he did when they got together the night before.
“Did you say you want to take a shower with me?” he asked like he was asking her on a date.
“Yes, I did” she replied, thoroughly charmed.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
David
Cara’s bathroom, like the rest of the house was vintage. It was small and David felt gargantuan in it whereas she was the right-size for the tiny room. When she drew back the curtain and turned on the water, he seized his opportunity to admire her backside.
He cupped her buttocks through the soft material of her dress. His fingers slipped just beneath, in between her legs. He pressed upward to her soft spot.
She sucked in her breath.
“I’m going to fall,” she half laughed.
He took hold of her arm and steadied her on her feet. He undressed her, kissing her as he did. They both had the same looks of mischief on their faces, anticipating the sweetness that they were about to share.
He worked the buttons of her light cotton blouse and peeled it from her shoulders. He cupped her face and kissed her. He’d been with so many women. Often it was a heartless engagement where he just used them to get off. He told himself they both got what they wanted. The women wanted to fuck a famous guy, and he just wanted to fuck. It was like having a glass of wine. Enjoy the current vintage and then move on to the next.
This woman was different. Maybe because things had changed for him and the career didn’t hold the same mystical magic that it had when it was new. He took on an appreciation for different things these days.
He appreciated her honest ways. She didn’t care that he was famous. Seemed to care less that he was rich. She wasn’t trying to fascinate him or be super sexy. She was herself around him, and that let him be him, which was a new experience. One he liked.
He drew his fingertip over the plump curves of her breasts, pushed up in under-wires. Her breasts were real as was all over body—something else that was a novelty. He unsnapped her bra. Her breasts dropped ever so slightly with a gentle cascade.
He palmed, kneaded, and pinched then arched down to take a pebbled tip between his teeth. He teased it with his tongue.
