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“I want to go back to your place”

He shakes his head and un to empty “I have family in from out of town When I make you screa”

His eyes have gone from sky blue to sapphire, and I can only nod

“Do we need a cab or can alk?”

“Cab, I’m in Uptown”

His aroes to the indent of oes nuts As we cross the street he hails a cab Opening the door for ive the cabbie ainst hiainstwhen he studies hts

“You’re very s How much of a proble your ‘all night long’ demand, but I have no desire to leave you in pain afterward”

His words cause an al of need, and I want to crawl over hi Only his concern about my comfort stops me, no one has ever asked me that before No one asked hoould feel or asked how I felt at the end of the night It sends a shiver of fear up my spine I don’t want hi is dangerous Caring is stupid Reive him an answer meant to make sure he understands, “Don’t worry about ularly, and it’s nice and fat So unless you’re bigger than that, I’ll be just fine”

“Good to know” The words don’t seem to faze his my hand up to his mouth and presses a hot kiss to the center of my palm

I feel the kiss to the center of my body, and for the first time in years I blush, as I realize the kiss hasand skirt Only the screeching halt of the cab stopsthe cabbie and pullingthe way I lean on hi him to hold me up, I’ain access into the building I’, and even though it has to be beneath him, he doesn’t so much as blink

“I do feel the need to ask, considering it seeh you’ve done this before How often have you done this and are you clean? The s me crazy, and I want to taste you very badly” We’re in the elevator, and he hasinto his

It’s a fair question, and it doesn’t bother ht o, and I’ve been tested since twice I do this at least once a year, sometimes twice for the last four years There’s only so far etme come”

The elevator opens onhie, and the feel of hi inside le to open my door It takes a second try before I succeed

“Twenty-eight” I s my ear into his mouth and sucks hard

“That’s a relief You looked about twenty-one in the darkness of the pub I would have hated to call a halt to this” His hands find their way to the edge of my shirt and push up

It’s what I want, but his talk of stopping sobers me for a moment “How old are you?”