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the tingling sensation builds. I can feel him studying my expression.  
    It’s coming…
    I’m close…
    I’m so damn close…
    Then suddenly I explode. I wrap my arms around him, moaning into his neck, which smells so good. Belmont presses his mouth to mine. He greedily lifts the hem of my dress, spreads my legs, and shoves two fingers inside of me.  
    “Shit,” he mutters as he bites and sucks on my neck. He takes me by the hips and smashes me against his bulge again. I hold tight to him as he shifts me up and down his swollen crotch until he lets out a series of grunts.
    When he’s done quivering, he goes completely still, stalling my next climax. “I’m sorry, Daisy.” His warm breath tickles my ear canal. “That one was for me.”
    More than likely, I’m influenced by the one and a half orgasms in the kitchen, but I agree to let Belmont call a cab and accompany me on my island expedition. I tell him he’s not allowed to pay or interfere in any way.  
    After Belmont changed his soiled pants and underwear and talked me into venturing out without panties—since he made mine all wet—we walk up the winding dirt path from his house cut between the forest on our way to State Road. Along the way, he keeps tugging at my skirt, taking me into his arms to steal kisses, and groping the round of my butt. It’s awfully strange how uninhibited he is. He’s like a man with the hormones of a teenage boy. He’s nothing like Adrian, who was always too angry with me for some reason or another to feel me up. Adrian probably should’ve broken up with me seven years ago, the year after I kept getting steady work. But as I stand here on the side of the road pressed up against Belmont, who pulls my hair to the side to nibble on the nape of my neck, which I’ve newly discovered is a hot spot, I can only blame myself for not being the one to break up with Adrian seven years ago–especially if another man can make me feel this way.
    “What are you thinking?” Belmont whispers thickly.
    “I’m thinking that you must have more hands than an octopus,” I joke.
    It works. He chuckles. “Are you complaining?”  
    I shrug. “No, but… But you’re making me…” I don’t know how to say it out loud. I’m too embarrassed.
    “Horny?” He’s grinning mischievously.
    “Yeah.” I giggle like a girl with a crush. Actually, he makes me beyond horny.
    Belmont is awakening me. I want to be sensual and sexual. I want to ignite his lust.
    “I’m not trying to seduce you,” he whispers as his hand snakes up and under my skirt. His fingers draw circles around my “ON” button. “I like to feel you quiver and twist. And those sexy sounds you make…”
    “Are you a poet?” I sigh and chuckle.  
    And then suddenly he stops. I open my eyes in time to see a car speed by. Belmont lifts a hand at the driver, who honks back.
    “Daisy,” he says once we’re alone, “I’m not going to touch you first again. You’ll have to be the one to make the next move.” He spins me around and draws my backside into him. I feel his chest rising and falling. “Starting”—he squeezes a handful of one of my breasts and then gently squeezes the nipple—“now.” He’s no longer behind me. He’s beside me, his fingers interlaced in front of him, and smirking.  
    My body longs for his stimulation, but my mind is happy that it can finally focus. I let him fondle me with impunity, and I forget all the questions I must ask before I can truly trust him. A large part of me is still on guard.  
    “So it’s Sunday, right?” I ask to get the ball rolling.
    “Yep,” he says, unaware of what’s coming next.  
    “So do you work tomorrow?” I want to figure out what the heck he does on daily basis.  
    “Do we?” He smiles and does that flirting thing with his eyes.
    Oh, he’s smooth.
    “Yes. I’m here to work, but what about you? What does a guy who goes to a nursery with a strange list of plants and then is directed to a