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call, diving for
the phone on the last ring before it went to voicemail.
    “I
want to see you this week, Abby. Monday, for dinner. I assume you like steak.”
    There
was no wasted time or words with Chase; he was direct and to the point. I told
him I wanted to see him too.
    “Of
course you do. I’m irresistible.” I heard the smile in his voice. “Wear
something sexy. I want to ravish you with my eyes during dinner.”
    He
was coming from the club and I was coming from work, so we agreed to meet at
the restaurant. He told me to park behind the place he’d picked, off of Texas
Avenue at Capital.
    The
restaurant was crowded so I took a seat at the bar, ordering a bourbon and
branch. I didn’t have long to wait before Chase arrived, looking sexy and
casual in a black shirt and dark jeans.
    He
gave me a hearty kiss on the lips, pulling me hard against him. He finally let
me go, keeping one arm around my shoulders. He looked down into my eyes, his
easy smile making me smile back. Everything seemed to be right when he held me,
no matter where we were.
    “You’re
a sight for sore eyes, Abby. I’ve missed you.”
    We
talked for a bit at the bar before the waitress led us to our table. I’d had a
second drink and was feeling nicely relaxed, maybe a little too relaxed.
    “I
like the dress, Abby. Very sexy.” As we walked to our table, the hand on the
small of my back had slid lower, giving my ass a squeeze.
    Dinner
was steak for two, perfectly done and delicious. And another drink. Slow
down, Abby.
    But
everything felt so good, dinner, being with Chase, letting loose and having
fun. We discovered there was music next door and before I realized it, we were
out dancing, one song after another.
    “I
can’t remember the last time I did this.” I was winded, sitting at a small
table off to the side, another drink waiting for me.
    “Feels
good to get out of your routine, doesn’t it?” Chase had undone a button or two
on his shirt, just a bit more of his broad chest visible. It did things to me
that shouldn’t be allowed in certain states.
    A
slow song started and the lights dimmed. Chase took my hand, pulling me up to
his chest.
    “Come
on, Abby. One more.”
    He
held me against his body, every inch of him possible pressed against me. We
were the perfect height; his erection caught me just on the bone above my
thighs, making it easy to grind against his hard cock with just the slightest
pressure.
    When
the song ended, we were both breathing hard, eyes locked, bodies still locked
together. When the lights came up and the first notes of the next song started,
we broke apart. Unspoken, I grabbed my purse and he pulled me out the back door
of the place, into the parking lot, to his car.
    It
had been a long time since I’d fooled around in the back seat of someone’s car,
longer even than since the last time I’d danced, and my heart thudded in my
chest.
    Chase’s
car, a little red convertible, was parked in the far corner of the lot,
bordered on two sides by a chest high brick wall. A rush of giggles spilled out
as I imagined him and me in the back seat, which was almost non-existent.
    But
he pulled me toward the front of the car, turning around, grabbing me by the
shoulders. I winced; it was the same place he’d grabbed me Thursday, and
probably Friday, and my arms were covered with tiny fingerprint bruises. But he
had me pulled against him, his mouth on mine, his hands moving down to cup my
ass, thrusting himself slowly against me.
    The
bourbon made me relaxed, pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. The air was warm
and soft around us, the twilight deep purple, almost, but not quite night. His
mouth was working all kinds of magic on mine, his tongue probing every recess
in my mouth.
    Lost
in all this erotic play, I was only dimly aware of his hand sliding between us,
moving with purpose, the soft sound of his zipper being tugged down.
    His
mouth was no longer on mine. His hands were on my shoulders then, gently
pushing me