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their bodies in perfect synch, they rushed to a mutual and explosive climax.
As they sighed and held each other in the aftermath, she thought, this is going down as her best date yet.
Chapter 16
Fredrick inhaled after he rolled over, utterly sated.
He never expected her to want to go so far on their first date.
She didn't seem the type and he never dared hope.
"Wow, that was . . ."
"Perfect?" she sighed, sitting up to face him. Her fresh face, rosy and glistening, begged to be kissed. "The best sex you have ever had?"
Fredrick loved that in spite of her tormented childhood, and although her working days were entrenched in such a personally tragic subject, she could still be cute and cheeky.
"I was going to say unexpected, but I'm serious--all of the above apply." She was right about how their date turned out. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him, tickling her as he did so.
"Hey," she wriggled before kissing him.
This, along with her breath on his face and how her delicate fingertips stroked his throat left him giddy.
She stared so intensely into his eyes it stirred deeper feelings—feelings that scared the shit out of him all of a sudden.
"Hey," he flinched, breaking their eye contact. "That tickles."
"Isn't it about time you offered your guest some light refreshments?" said Clara, straddling him. "Where are your manners, you bad boy?"
"It's your fault," he yawned, trying not to enjoy the reawakening of his cock at the sight of her. "You bring the bad out in me."
"Oh yeah?" she writhed on him and the way her wet sex slid against his flesh was unbearably good. "Love the sound of that." With a wicked glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she played with his hair and leaned forward, resting her nipples on his chest. "How bad do you get?"
His cock needed to sink inside her again, to move more slowly this time, to make every minute count.
She shone--a vision staring at him expectantly, and he wanted to satisfy her every yearning.
Shit, one proper date and already what they had, what they could have, floored Fredrick.
But hadn't he always known this was how good they would be together, since they first began.
When corresponding and he stepped, email by email, into her soul?
Drake was right.
The time had finally come to settle down.
What if she needed something different?
What if he offered her nothing more than light relief from the pressures of being a CEO for such a huge charity?
She might do this all the time but not tell Anon.
It's not like she was the type to share something so personal as a love of casual sex.
She did have trust issues, after all.
What if, after this date, they went back to being just friends and all he ever got from her in the future was as Anon?
No.
Never to touch her like this again, not to share his longing and taste her would be torture.
A wave of fear made him sit upright, push her on her back, and stand at the side of the bed. "Um, I thought you wanted refreshments."
She frowned, "I do." That wicked glint still firmly in place made his cock throb. She went to grab it, adding, "but I'm in no hurry."
He grabbed her hand before it reached his stiff cock, a nervous laugh on his lips, "But I think we should save something for the second date, don't you?"
He turned away from her, hoping with all his heart there would be a second date.
Clara play-gasped, "Are you telling me 'no more sex today,' Fredrick?"
Her toe poked his bottom.
Smirking at her over his shoulder, he said, "You can have too much of a good thing, you know. Sometimes it's best to wait, to yearn for the best things in life. That way, they're always spectacular."
"Oh, I doubt that. I can take a lot of a good thing. A good thing doesn't stop being good because you have a lot of it. I don't believe in that whole argument."
He walked to the bathroom, refusing to be drawn into a debate.
All he could think of was the fact that she never even picked up on
As they sighed and held each other in the aftermath, she thought, this is going down as her best date yet.
Chapter 16
Fredrick inhaled after he rolled over, utterly sated.
He never expected her to want to go so far on their first date.
She didn't seem the type and he never dared hope.
"Wow, that was . . ."
"Perfect?" she sighed, sitting up to face him. Her fresh face, rosy and glistening, begged to be kissed. "The best sex you have ever had?"
Fredrick loved that in spite of her tormented childhood, and although her working days were entrenched in such a personally tragic subject, she could still be cute and cheeky.
"I was going to say unexpected, but I'm serious--all of the above apply." She was right about how their date turned out. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him, tickling her as he did so.
"Hey," she wriggled before kissing him.
This, along with her breath on his face and how her delicate fingertips stroked his throat left him giddy.
She stared so intensely into his eyes it stirred deeper feelings—feelings that scared the shit out of him all of a sudden.
"Hey," he flinched, breaking their eye contact. "That tickles."
"Isn't it about time you offered your guest some light refreshments?" said Clara, straddling him. "Where are your manners, you bad boy?"
"It's your fault," he yawned, trying not to enjoy the reawakening of his cock at the sight of her. "You bring the bad out in me."
"Oh yeah?" she writhed on him and the way her wet sex slid against his flesh was unbearably good. "Love the sound of that." With a wicked glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she played with his hair and leaned forward, resting her nipples on his chest. "How bad do you get?"
His cock needed to sink inside her again, to move more slowly this time, to make every minute count.
She shone--a vision staring at him expectantly, and he wanted to satisfy her every yearning.
Shit, one proper date and already what they had, what they could have, floored Fredrick.
But hadn't he always known this was how good they would be together, since they first began.
When corresponding and he stepped, email by email, into her soul?
Drake was right.
The time had finally come to settle down.
What if she needed something different?
What if he offered her nothing more than light relief from the pressures of being a CEO for such a huge charity?
She might do this all the time but not tell Anon.
It's not like she was the type to share something so personal as a love of casual sex.
She did have trust issues, after all.
What if, after this date, they went back to being just friends and all he ever got from her in the future was as Anon?
No.
Never to touch her like this again, not to share his longing and taste her would be torture.
A wave of fear made him sit upright, push her on her back, and stand at the side of the bed. "Um, I thought you wanted refreshments."
She frowned, "I do." That wicked glint still firmly in place made his cock throb. She went to grab it, adding, "but I'm in no hurry."
He grabbed her hand before it reached his stiff cock, a nervous laugh on his lips, "But I think we should save something for the second date, don't you?"
He turned away from her, hoping with all his heart there would be a second date.
Clara play-gasped, "Are you telling me 'no more sex today,' Fredrick?"
Her toe poked his bottom.
Smirking at her over his shoulder, he said, "You can have too much of a good thing, you know. Sometimes it's best to wait, to yearn for the best things in life. That way, they're always spectacular."
"Oh, I doubt that. I can take a lot of a good thing. A good thing doesn't stop being good because you have a lot of it. I don't believe in that whole argument."
He walked to the bathroom, refusing to be drawn into a debate.
All he could think of was the fact that she never even picked up on
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