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 you into

me, and yes, I think I’d like to get to know you better

lights up. “Really? That’s wonderful. I thought I might scare you off entirely.” He picks up his cutlery again and starts

not at all. In fact….”

his fork midway to his

Is this my turn to say too

said my piece. You now.”

In fact…. I think I’m falling

at me, then puts his fork down again, his expression unreadable. Leaning across the table, he kisses me on the cheek, whispering close by me, “Finish

Finish my meal?

I want to get you alone. I want you naked and shrieking while I lick you out.

try to ignore the heat of my

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me through with a hand between my shoulder blades. Following me in, he kicks back with one foot to

me, wraps his arms around me and

And with that, without asking, and without even trying to unbutton it, he pulls my blouse up

to

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 this. His shirt is quickly tossed to one side. He kicks off shoes

glad to get out of those. That

bed of black

drops to his knees, pushes between my thighs and grabbing hold of me, pulls me forwards, tilting up my hips until he has easy

says, “we’ll see how well I can make you

meal quickly, I have had a good thirty minutes to think about Ryan’s dinner-table

going

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

touched

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