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tech company.
    I placed the cheesecake on the granite counter and admired the
stainless steel décor.
    A
very
good living.
    I pulled out one of the stools from the breakfast bar and
waited.
    I didn’t have to wait long.
    Chris came around the corner in a white t-shirt and jeans. I
think I drooled.
    “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, and
placed the cheesecake in the fridge. “Want a tour?”
    I nodded. He took me by the hand, which I was surprised at. It
was a little forward on his part, but I went along with it.
    He took me around the place, showing me his office. He had those
floor-to-ceiling bookshelves where I caught authors like Saramago,
Nicholson, and Weis, along with an abundance of books on Celtic
mythology.
    I also noticed he had a lot of plants — all well cared
for. I tried not to look at them.
    Of course, the tour ended with the room I was the most nervous
about.
    Then his grip on my hand tightened, as he led me into his bedroom.

Chapter 7

     
    A masculine-looking four-poster was the first thing that drew my
attention. It was dark like the rest of the décor. The
amount of pillows and white comforters made me think it would be
like sleeping on a cloud. The rest of the room was sparsely
decorated. I actually looked at the ceiling to see if there was a
mirror. I don’t know what made me think there might be one
there. I was a little disappointed there wasn’t.
    Where did that thought come from?
    Chris continued to take me by the hand.
    “And this is where I sleep,” he said.
    I let go of his hand to go sit on the bed. There was no way I
was going to pass up a chance to see what it felt like.
    I hopped on and closed my eyes. I wasn’t disappointed. I
sank into it. I really needed to get a better paying job. Working
for the video store was just not cutting it.
    As Chris walked towards me, I caught a scent — apple and
cinnamon. Its source was a lit candle on the dresser.
    He faced me, standing between my legs. I was drawn into those
eyes. He put his hands on my thighs, pushing them apart just enough
so he could get his body closer to mine.
    Strangely, I didn’t fight him.
    My heart was pounding in my chest. His face leaned
towards mine and his stare left me frozen. I could smell him from
here, a sweet and musky scent I couldn’t help but drink in.
His face leaned in closer, and I couldn’t believe this was
happening. My heart trembled.
    “I’m so glad you’re here,” he
whispered.
    His lips hovered over mine.
    My brain told me to wait, that this was a mistake, but every
other part of my body made my face lunge forward.
    My lips pressed against his, soft and warm.
    Oh my god
.
    I couldn’t believe this was happening.
    He pushed forward, harder, and his tongue slipped between my
lips. There was a sweetness to his mouth. I hungered for it.
    His hands reached for my waist and he pressed his body against
me while I squeezed my legs to pull him in. His tongue danced with
mine, slow and intense.
    I moaned. My heart throbbed. I wanted this. I needed it.
    I let him explore my mouth and lips. I could taste his hunger. I
gave him mine, full and hard.
    His hands slid up my back, strong and forceful. Mine did the same,
inching up the muscles of his back. I wanted him closer.
    Slow and rhythmic, our tongues danced. I barely breathed.
    He pulled out slow and rested his lips against my forehead,
breathing hard. “Maybe we should wait,” he said.
“I don’t want to rush this.” He pulled me up,
wrapping those arms of his around me. “I want this to be
right,” he whispered.
    Rush? Everything about this was rushed.
    I didn’t care.
    I pushed him on the bed.
    I straddled him and pressed my lips against his. He gave in
immediately, allowing my tongue in. This time
he
moaned.
    His hands pulled me closer, harder than before. I could feel how
much he wanted this.
    I rubbed against him while we kissed. His body pushed up against
mine. Even through his jeans I could feel him between my legs,
hard and throbbing.