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I wondered if I’d made the wrong decision. It was too soon. I was too forward. I was inconsiderate. I should have let him finish talking. There were so many possibilities.

My head began to spin.

I stood.

He moved away from the table, allowing me room to step to his side.

I complied.

I filled with regret. Albeit slight, it was unquestionably regret.

And then.

I felt his hand gently grip the back of my neck. His lips parted slightly and he leaned toward me.

Oh God.

I hadn’t been kissed in years.

His head tilted to the side.

I closed my eyes.

Everything surrounding me disappeared. The things that continuously rattled around in my head vanished. Our mouths merged. The two of us, for that moment in time, became one.

It was the type of kiss I had always dreamed of, but had never been fortunate enough to receive.

It was passionate.

Possessive.

Perfect.

He controlled me completely. Whether he knew it or not, he took ownership of me during that kiss, and I loved it.

His scent filled my nostrils. A mixture of leather, an ever so subtle hint of his cologne, and a trace of his manliness meshed into an aroma I would later learn to recognize the instant he walked into a room.

My body trembled.

I decided I wanted more.

I wanted it all.

TWENTY-TWO

Pee Bee

I waved off her suggestion no differently than if she’d asked if I wanted mayonnaise on a cheeseburger.

“No. Thanks though,” I said.

She spun around. “Huh? What? You’re not coming in?”

“I should probably just get.”

She stood on the other side of the doorway, her face incapable of hiding the disappointment she was feeling. “You’re kidding, right?”

I could feel the head of my dick slowly rising against the fabric my jeans, and that was the exact opposite of what I needed. I discretely pressed the heel of my palm against it and gave a half-assed shrug. “I just. I was thinking maybe it would be best if--”