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Mark helped her rearrange her clothing.
    “I think you could use another drink after that.” He placed the tumbler in her hand. “This will just hit the spot.”
    “I think I may have had too much already,” she protested.
    “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you overindulge. Come on.” He wrapped her fingers around the glass.
    “Have a sip. It will revive you.”
    He was right. The ice-cold liquid felt good sliding down her parched throat, and the alcohol revived her after the last shattering orgasm.
    “I think I’m done now, though,” she said after two swallows. “Really. And I should think about getting home.”
    He brushed her hair back from her face, tucking the strands behind her ear. When his lips came down on hers, this time it was with tenderness rather than lust. Gentleness rather than voraciousness, but the feeling of possession was still there as his tongue licked the inside of her mouth. Lisa felt herself melting again, sinking into his grasp.
    “I wish we had time for me to do more,” Mark said when he broke the kiss. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. I want my cock in every hole in your body.
    Again and again.”
    “What about that private room Damon mentioned?” She looked up at him feeling both bold and shy.
    “You heard that, huh?”
    “Yes. I didn’t even see a door that could lead to it.”
    “Ah.” He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s for another time altogether.”
    “Does that mean I should plan to come here for another drink?” Then she giggled. “I only stopped in because of the weather. What if it doesn’t rain again?”
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    “I may just have to have a conversation with the weather gods.” He sat up straighter. “But now, I think we need to get you put back together before I walk you out of here.”
    He bent his head again, licking her nipples then gently biting each one before he fastened the front clasp of her bra and one by one pulled each button through its hole. When he slid out of the booth he reached out his hand to help her stand and adjusted her skirt, tucking her blouse into the waistband.
    “My shoes,” she said. “I kicked them off under the table.”
    Mark retrieved them then knelt to slip them on her feet. Finally, he reached into the booth for her jacket, helped her slip it on, and handed her purse to her.
    “I’ll walk you out and make sure you get safely into a cab.” He pulled some money from his pocket, dropped it on the table and pulled on his own jacket.
    Damon waved to them as they walked out the door.
    The rain had stopped, the clouds had disappeared, and Lisa could see the stars twinkling in the sky. A sliver of moon hung as if suspended on a wire, reflecting back in the puddles of water on the sidewalk that had yet to dry up. Lisa leaned into Mark for support as he whistled for a cab. Staying upright seemed to be a problem.
    It seemed only seconds until a taxi had pulled into the kerb and Mark handed her into it.
    “See that she gets home safely,” he told the driver, handing him some money.
    “No problem,” the man said as he pulled away from the sidewalk.
    Lisa collapsed against the back of the seat, her muscles pleasantly aching from multiple orgasmic spasms, and her pussy and her rectum sore from probing fingers and her several climaxes. If not for the reactions of her body, she would have thought the whole evening was a dream.
    By the time the cab pulled up to her apartment building, she was ready to fall into bed. She was sure she’d have no trouble sleeping. Yet her dreams were haunted by a blue-eyed stranger whispering in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you in ways you never even dreamed of.”

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    The loud buzzing of the alarm dragged Lisa from a deep sleep, and she awoke startled, unsure of where she was for a moment. Her gaze skittered around. Her room. Of course. Where