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kisses on the tip. As I jerk him, these tiny, teasing kisses turn into slightly wetter ones, which transform into French kisses right on the head, until I finally sink it into my mouth. He groans when I do this, almost as much out of surprise, as anticipation or pleasure.
    Having already coated the head in moisture, I take it easily, letting it slide in and out of my mouth without effort. I feel my pussy get as wet as his cock, and his head tilts back, resting in the couch, emitting a low moan. I remove my hand from the base for a moment, wanting to solely use the suction of my lips on him. At this, out of the corner of my eye, he perks up and watches. Even reaching down to hold my hair. To feel his strong hand at the base of my neck, makes me even wetter, and my nipples harden, begging to be touched. I picture him taking my head right into his warm hands, and showing me how he wants it. I move faster, in anticipation of him wanting me to. I imagine him even holding my head still, and thrusting into it. Telling me to hold it open. Just hold your mouth open like a good girl, so I can fuck it. That’s a good girl.
    I’m so caught up in the fantasy, that he does have to grab me, but not in the way I anticipate. Perhaps very close to coming, he stops me suddenly, pulling my face back up to his. He kisses me deeply, unconcerned that my mouth was on him moments before. He holds me in a close embrace, very tightly in his arms, kissing my face and neck, then wrapping us both in a blanket. My head is back resting on his chest, and I think I drift off...

Chapter Eight
    The week couldn’t go fast enough. I’ve been so excited about the cafe, that I couldn’t think straight. Finally, the date arrives to pick up the key, and I ask Stephen if he would like to accompany me to the space for the first time.
    With his hand on my back, I turn the freshly cut key, and open the door. Totally different from last time, as everything I didn’t purchase has been cleared out, it no longer has the energy of the previous owner. I look around the fresh, empty space, with Stephen’s hand in mine, and see nothing but possibilities. His other carries a bottle of champagne.
    I unwrap the roll of butcher paper, and get his assistance in covering the windows. I look at him with an ear to ear smile, and he laughs, pulling me close, and wrapping his arms around me. We kiss for a happy moment, before getting interrupted by a phone call on his cell. He sighs, then takes it out, looking at the number.
    â€œI apologize. I should take this, yes?” I nod, and he picks up, speaking in Italian. My heels click in the empty space, as I walk around. I make a mental note of things to do, as Stephen wraps up the call. “ Ti amo anch’io. Ciao. ” He hangs up. “Where were we?”
    â€œI think we were about to make a toast,” I wink. He cracks the champagne, and I ready a glass to take the spilling foam.
    â€œTo Kat the entrepreneur!”
    â€œTo me! And my handsome financier!” We clink our glasses, and down them partially. I gaze at Stephen amorously, getting a saucy idea.
    â€œHave you ever owned a boat?”
    â€œOnce, when I was young. Why do you ask?”
    â€œWhat do they do to a new boat, again? Something with a bottle?”
    â€œYes, it’s good luck to break a bottle over the bow of a ship on its maiden voyage.”
    â€œI see... and a new restaurant? What do they do?”
    â€œHmm, not sure. Perhaps we can invent something!”
    â€œMmm, I think we can,” I say under my breath, as I lean in for another kiss. With our lips locked, I expertly take his glass, placing both on a ledge. My hands go to his face, neck, and in his hair, his graze my back, hips, and butt. We smile into each other as we kiss, I wrap a leg around his to press myself against him. My breasts squeeze pleasurably in between us, as I attempt to grind against him, feeling his cock start to harden against