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probably is, a bootie call. Don’t read anything long term into it.
    Once seated inside the sumptuous interior of the sedan, Sasha leaned back. “I live on 119th Street on the east side of Manhattan.”
    Neither spoke during the drive, content to listen to Marvin Gaye’s greatest hits. It was usually about a thirty-minute ride to her apartment, but because the night traffic wasn’t as thick, they were able to make it in about twenty.
    Sexton parked in front of her building but left the engine running. In the darkness of the car, he reached for her.
    The minute she felt his touch the butterflies in her stomach fluttered throughout her whole being. Sasha closed her eyes when she felt the palm of his hand at the back of her head pulling her to him. At first, his lips lightly touched hers, but then he kissed her more firmly, opening his mouth against hers. Abruptly he stopped.
    Sasha opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
    Her voice was so low he had to lean in to hear her.
    â€œNothing,” he said. “I just want to know if you know what you’re doing.” He stared deeply into her eyes.
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œHow much did you have to drink today?”
    â€œJust enough,” she replied.
    â€œEnough for what?” He examined her closely in the dark interior of the car.
    â€œEnough for me to forget my three date rule.” She reached over to the ignition, shut the engine off and removed the keys. Then she unbuckled her seat belt to get out.
    Sexton unbuckled his seat belt and walked around to Sasha’s side of the car. He opened the door and held out his hand to help her. Once her car door was shut, she handed him his keys and deliberately strutted in front of him, swaying her hips more than usual, towards the entrance of her apartment. The only sound she heard as she as walked towards the entrance was the beep of Sexton’s remote as he activated the alarm.
    Once they were inside her apartment, she turned to bolt the door behind them. Though the lighting from the nightlight in the hall was dim, she could make out Sexton’s facial features. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark like those of a mountain lion. She took Sexton’s hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom.
    Once inside, Sasha clapped her palms together, and immediately a soft glow of light illuminated the bedroom. She began to undress. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the floor. Next, she unbuckled her jeans. Sasha watched Sexton’s eyes follow her movements as she peeled them down and let them gather at her feet. As she stepped away from the pile of clothes on the floor, that movement brought her one step closer to Sexton. Standing only in her undergarments and heels she reached for him.
    Sexton remained motionless, but he looked ready to pounce as he let Sasha take total control of the situation. She unbuckled his pants and pulled his shirt free. He instinctively lifted his hands and bent forward as she pulled his shirt over his head. She gently tapped him on his chest and after he sat down on the edge of her bed, she dropped to her knees and picked up his foot. Without speaking, she took off one of his shoes, then his sock. Now for the first time since they’d entered the bedroom, Sasha spoke, “I never let a man make love to me with his socks on.”
    Sexton’s only response was to nod his head in understanding. Then she repeated the same process for the other foot. Sasha lightly slid her hands across his torso. His pecs felt smooth, soft, and hard all at the same time. Touching him, Sasha felt solid muscle. He was hairless, as if he had recently had his body waxed.
    Reaching to his pants, she unbuckled them, paused, and drew a deep breath. “Do you want this?” Her voice was so husky with desire she barely recognized it.
    â€œI wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” At that moment, Sexton took