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“Yes,” she says, her lips still against mine and her eyes closed as she gives in to the pleasure of my touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years, baby girl,” I say.

“Me too,” she admits.

“Unable to forget that night,” I say.

“Me too…”

“Unable to forget you…”

“I’ve needed you,” she says as my fingers rub slowly.

I moan at her words. I want her. I want to lay her down and devour her. I want to fuck her until she screams my name and forgets her own.

But not yet.

Not yet.

“Yeah?” I ask grittily, my finger finding her clit and pressing into it. “How bad do you need me?” I ask.

“Bad,” she quivers. “So bad…oh, fuck, Ash. I need you.”

Goddamn…

I tease her a little more, flicking her clit until her knees shake. Just then, her phone buzzes, and I think the timing is perfect. I’ve teased her just long enough to make her unravel a little without fully coming undone.

“You should answer that,” I say.

“It can wait,” she murmurs. “Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her words are on the blurring edges of euphoria as she begs me, and I know then that I have her right where I want her.

“Ash…” she moans, grinding herself against my palm.

“I think it’s your nanny again,” I say, and just like that, her eyes pop open and she steps back, emitting a tiny whisper.

“Fuck. Yeah, I gotta go. My nanny needs to leave…”

We drive to her condo in silence, and Natalie’s knees are pinched together. I keep my eyes on the road, and so does she, but once in a while, she glances at me, then back again.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I ask as we get closer. “You’re not worried about your son seeing his mom with a strange, older man?”

Something flashes across her expression, something I can’t read, before she says, “It’s fine. It’s late enough. He’s in bed by now.”

“So I can walk you to your door?” I say as I put my car in park.

“You can,” she says. “But don’t try anything.”

“I wouldn’t,” I say with a nod.

I walk her to the door and let my fingers graze hers, but that’s it. I am a man of my word.

“Thanks for the ride,” she says.

I nod again and turn to leave.

“Ash?” she calls, and I turn back around. “I mean…Marcus.”