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and sent me into another universe. I was now floating in space. My body was still convulsing and I could hear myself somewhere in the distance shamelessly screaming out Louis' name over and over. He was sucking and lightly biting my nipples as I cried and whimpered his name. I could hear him encouraging me with, "Fuck, yeah, baby, come hard for me."
    I finally came back down from my earth shattering orgasm a few minutes later. I opened my eyes, beyond mortified at what had just happened. I had never had an orgasm in the presence of someone other than me, myself, and I. I found Louis staring at me with a huge smile on his face like he'd just found the magic beans.
    "I'm changing my career for you, Emily Marcus. My new job description from now on will be to make you come all … day … long. I need to put that freshly fucked look on your beautiful face as often as you'll let me."
    Who was I? What happened to the prude who didn't straddle perfect strangers, even gorgeous ones, in some unknown underground parking lot? During prom I didn't even let David Steinberg feel my boobs when he tried to kiss me. My parents would not be very proud of their slut of a daughter. But honestly, the feelings I was having for this man didn't feel wrong or dirty. Louis Bruel felt right; he felt like a piece that was missing from my life.
    Once the lust cloud lifted I realized it was approaching midnight and I needed to get my eighteen-year-old butt back home if I didn't want my parents to elicit the help of the NYPD to find their whore of a daughter.
    "Louis you need to take me home, it's really late," I said between kissing his neck. He smelled so good.
    "Aurggg, I can't let you go home, that's not an option. I need to make you come again using my fingers first and then my tongue."
    "I thought you already made me come with your tongue," I joked with a big smile on my face. I was feeling high on the sex hormones flooding my veins.
    "No, my tongue needs to taste your pussy, which I'm sure is dripping wet for me. If you leave me right now I'll need to go home, take my pants off, and suck them dry, until I get every ounce of wetness you left behind. You wouldn't want to reduce me to that, would you my sweet beautiful Emily?"
    Was he really asking me that? I started laughing. We both did. I got off him and gave him my home address. We drove in silence just glancing at one another every couple of minutes and smiling. Louis held my hand the entire ride home. Twenty minutes or so later we pulled up outside my parents' Upper East Side townhouse. Only then did it dawn on me that this was probably the end of my allotted short romantic fling with hotshot Louis Bruel. He didn't need a "little girl" like me, as he kept referring to me. Tomorrow he'd have a new, real woman who would probably put out. Or maybe he had a girl waiting for him in his bed when he gets back to his apartment tonight. Surely, this beautiful god didn't sleep alone.
    I looked up into his impossible sexy dark eyes and asked, "Was this a one night stand?"
    Louis looked at me as if I'd just insulted his mother. Shit! Why did I feel like the wrong thing always comes out of my mouth? His beautiful face, that only a few seconds ago had a huge smile all over it, was now somber and troubled.
    "Emily, please have breakfast with me. I won't make it to dinner tomorrow. I need to see you. We can be in a public place if you want. I'll only touch your hand. I promise."
    I nodded, knowing I couldn't wait a whole day to see him again either. It was physically hard for me even to leave his car. I was so happy he wanted to see me again. There was hope!
    "I'd like that. I'm sorry I didn't give you any pleasure tonight. I'd like the chance to make you have an orgasm too. I feel like a tease. It wasn't fair to you."
    His mouth just dropped open at my comment. Louis then took my face in his hands, fixing my long messy blonde locks behind my ears and kissed me so softly that I melted and sighed right into his