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?”

of hope, caution, and worry. I don’t reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes over. “Forget I

not pressuring me, and yes, I think I’d like

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

all. In fact….” And now,

fork midway to his

this my turn to say too

on. I said my piece. You now.” he

fact…. I think

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

Finish my meal?

alone. I want you naked and shrieking while I lick you out. And you’re going to

to chew my steak, I try to ignore the

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hotel room, he unlocks the door then pushes me through with a hand between my shoulder blades. Following

me, wraps his arms

silent last time,” he says. “This time, you’re going to scream for me.” And with that, without asking, and without even trying to unbutton it, he pulls my blouse up and over my head. My bra comes off next and my skirt, unzipped and pushed

about to

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

to get out of those. That

against his tight stomach, nestled against a bed of black hair. He is already flowing, a trickle

to simply fuck you hard, but I’m not going to.” He drops to his knees, pushes between my thighs and grabbing hold of me, pulls me forwards, tilting up my hips until he has

“we’ll see how

our meal quickly, I have had a good thirty minutes to think

going

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

I’ve touched you….” Then, dipping his head, he plants

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