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just say that you've made my mother a very happy woman tonight. Thanks again for your donation. Your generosity was unexpected, a pleasant surprise to say the least."
    A small hand grips my arm. I know who it is before I hear her greetings. Lively Lizzie has arrived.
    "Finally. I've been looking all over for you," Lively says. I feel her snake her arm through mine. Connecting us and sealing my fate for the rest of the fucking evening.
    "I'm right where I told you I'd be." I make a quick decision. The time I spend with Ms. Lively tonight will be short. Maybe more like a cab ride to her home.
    To my surprise, I hear Kathryn speak. "Hi, Lizzie. You look lovely this evening." Fuck. I don't particularly care for Kathryn knowing my after-dinner hook-up by name. I glance at Kathryn and it appears she’s enjoying my discomfort way too much. "Is Mr. Kingsley giving you a ride home?" I know what's behind her question. She's wondering if Lizzie’s my fuck for the evening.
    I butt in and decide to end this most uncomfortable conversation. "Yes, I'm giving her a ride home this evening." I grasp Lizzie’s arm and turn to her. "My driver is waiting outside."
    "Well, we don't want to keep anyone waiting, Mr. Kingsley." Kathryn stares impassively at me, giving nothing away in her expression.
    "Well, it was nice to meet you, John. And good evening, Kathryn."
    I need to leave, now . Grabbing at her hand, I pull a stunned Lively toward the building's exit. Something tickles at my temple. I wipe my forehead and cringe.
    Goddamn it. Sweat!
    I only sweat on two occasions: at the height of a good fuck or when pushing my body to its limit during a workout. What I find on my skin right now is totally unacceptable. Sweat from anxiety. But damn if that woman, Kathryn Delcour, didn't unnerve and drive me to it.
    Once I have Lively outside the building, she struggles keeping up me with in her stiletto heels. I spot the black limo with Eddie standing at his post awaiting my arrival. He sees me, nods his greeting and opens the door; I pause to let Lively enter first. I hear her gasp, then utter the words "wow" and "oh, my God" over and over again. Clearly, the limo's interior impresses her.
    Before I bow to enter the car, I need to find out some vital information from Lively.
    “Where do you live?” I ask gruffly.
    “77 th and Lex. We can take the long way around Central Park,” she replies coyly. Her suggestion is easy to decipher; she wants to fuck me.
    I smirk back at her, because we aren’t taking the long way anywhere. That’s for damn sure.
    Rising up from the car’s door, I give Eddie Lively's name and direct him to drive her to the address she just gave me. I instruct Eddie to have the car at her building in roughly fifteen minutes. The entire Escalade was retrofitted for me to give it a limo feel. The middle seat area houses one captain chair that swivels its position. It’s my usual seat, except when I’m entertaining a woman for the night. The backseat provides the best resting place and can even lay flat if required. I notice that Eddie has prepared for our party . Lights low, music rhythmic and seductive. Perfectly setting the mood.
    Pouring two glasses of chilled champagne, I beckon her over to me.
    "I have other business to attend to," she murmurs, refusing the champagne.  I set it aside and lean against the buttery leather cushions. My eyes close as she tells me of her plans. Gently, I feel Eddie move the SUV as our journey begins.
    She whispers in my ear that a generous man like me needs to be thanked properly for his selfless donation. With my head back and eyes still closed, Lively’s fingers unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip.
    She slides my suit pants and boxer briefs down as I slightly rise my hips. The bite of her fingernails drags back up my legs, sending chills through my body. A slight moan escapes my lips.
    Kisses are scattered over my hipbones as she progresses down toward my hardening cock. Lively’s mouth surrounds and