Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 12

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Once again, I find myself in the company of this delectable man in a lovely restaurant. He is quiet though. He seems to concentrate on his food, but whenever I look up at him, he is watching me, then he looks away as he sees me notice.

“Is something wrong?”

He hesitates. “I’m not sure.”

“Are you upset with me about something?”

“No, not at all, but I don’t want you to be upset with me either.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not following you.”

He puts down his knife and fork, resting his chin on steepled fingers. He starts to speak, stops, starts again, and finally….

“I wanted to pass something by you, but if you don’t like it, then that’s fine. I want you to ignore it.”

“Alright…. But what are we talking about?”

He swallows hard. “I realise that we barely know each other, but the thing is, I would like to know you better….”

Where’s this going?

“And I know that you said at the start, very clearly, that you didn’t want to be ‘tied at the hip’…. And that’s what I wanted too.… then…. The thing is…. that although my work involves a lot of travelling and my er.… base is out west, it doesn’t need to be. My apartment is only rented and so long as I have good road access and an internet connection, it really doesn’t matter where I live….”

“So…?”

“So, I could get an apartment here, in the City and we could see each other more regularly, and for me, more easily. How…. would you feel about that?”

I don’t reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes over. “Forget I said it,” he says. “I don’t mean to pressure

I think I’d like to

might scare you off entirely.” He picks up his cutlery again and starts tucking in

not at all. In fact….” And now,

hovers, his fork midway to his

this my turn to

on. I said my piece. You

think I’m falling

puts his fork down again, his expression unreadable. Leaning across the table, he kisses me on the

Finish my meal?

and shrieking while I lick you out. And you’re going to gush into my

as I to chew my steak, I try to ignore the

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then pushes me through with a hand between my shoulder blades. Following me in,

his arms around me and opens his mouth

trying to unbutton it, he pulls my blouse up and over my

about to be

back onto the bed, shoving me hard enough on the chest to simply drop me backwards. I flop down, my legs dangling awkwardly over the edge of the mattress. Lying back on my elbows, I watch as he strips off. There is nothing subtle about

glad to get

his tight stomach, nestled against a bed of black hair.

He drops to his knees, pushes between

he says, “we’ll see how well

and sopping. Despite finishing our meal quickly, I have had a good thirty minutes to think about Ryan’s dinner-table

going

with fingers, holding me open, he examines me, brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up for a moment. “You’re flooding,”

me. “So…. I can arouse you before I’ve touched you….” Then, dipping his head, he

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