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knew I think about you all the time… well, she’s possessive. Even after she left me she made it a point to find out who I was with and what I was doing with them. I thought it meant she still loved me, but actually, it means she’s crazy.” He kissed my hands, then my cheek. His face smelled like my pussy. “Do you have a few more minutes?”
    “Some. I’m going to record something in a few hours. I set it up so we couldn’t be together too long.”
    “Clever girl.”
    “Well, now I just want to eat you alive.”
    He turned me back around and kissed me. The taste of our tongues was a mix of sex and sweat. I fell into him, a groan rising in the back of my throat. I wanted him again, and again.
    He moved his mouth to my nose, my chin, and spoke into my cheek. “I need to wash up. Can you meet me downstairs in the bar?”

CHAPTER 5
    I carried a toothbrush in my bag because I knew, at the very least, his dick would be in my mouth, and I didn’t want to hit the high notes at DownDawg Studio with blowjob breath. I washed my face, readjusted my dress, and slipped on my panties. They made my pussy feel gagged, but if any part of me needed to shut up for a minute, it was the sopping cup of sensation between my legs.
    He was waiting at a small table near the window, a bottle of Perrier and two glasses ready. He saw me come in, and I noted the appreciation in his gaze.
    “How long do I have?” he asked. He scooped a couple of beige pistachios from a porcelain bowl. A metal bowl sat next to it, a couple of empty shells nesting inside.
    “About ninety minutes. No time for another round.” I sat. Our chairs faced the windows and were so close our knees touched.
    “That’s fine. I just want to talk to you.”
    “You smell different,” I said.
    He smiled. “The last cologne… Jessica got it for me for Christmas seven years ago. I had something new made up north. Do you like it?”
    “It’s the other side of you.”
    He removed the meat from a nut and placed it to my lips. I glanced around. The bar was empty except for Larry, who was wiping glasses to an optic shine. I took the nut into my mouth like an offering.
    “Which side is that?” He looked at me with those tourmaline eyes, his copper hair glinting at the edges from the afternoon sun.
    I didn’t know if I was allowed to fall for him, since he’d shed Jessica like an old skin. I didn’t know if I was allowed to believe she was gone, or if that much had changed between us. “The side that makes me beg.”
    “You like that side of me?” He cracked another pistachio, tossing the shell into the metal bowl with a plink.
    “You can’t tell?”
    “I want to make sure you’re not tolerating it for other reasons.” He placed the nut to my lips again.
    I took it, letting the wet part of my lips graze his thumb. “If I were, I’d just lie about it.”
    “True.”
    “What do your instincts say? Am I a liar?”
    “You’re as real as anyone I ever met.”
    He turned his attention to the pistachios, popping another one open and dropping the shell with a plink. He ate that one, then another. Plink, plink. “I had business in San Francisco, but also, there’s a woman up there.”
    The cold metal feeling that went up my spine must have made a sound loud enough for him to hear.
    He glanced up at me and spoke in the voice he used when he was telling me to put my hands behind my back. “Wait. Let me finish.”
    That calmed me enough to remove the ice from my veins. “Go on,” I said.
    He fed me another nutmeat, plinking the shell with his other hand. “Her name is Sharon. We’ve been fucking on and off for a couple of years. We’re very honest with each other, and she likes some of the same things in bed that you and I have done, but she’s more experienced with it. When I got there, I saw her, and I told her about Jessica and you. I ended it with her, of course. Judging from your face you needed to hear that?”
    “Sorry. I don’t mean to be