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car.
    “I’m sorry I kissed you earlier. I mean, I
don’t usually maul my dates like that,” I say once we’re on the
road.
    He grins. “I rather liked it. You can do
that to me anytime, anywhere,” he says. “But is something bothering
you? You were gone for a while, and when you came back, you seemed
pissed off at the world. I hope you aren’t regretting kissing
me.”
    “I don’t really want to talk about it.”
    “If it was the kiss…” he starts.
    “I guess when you started dancing, and with
the music and tequila…I shouldn’t have done it.”
    “Yeah, my dance moves usually have that
effect on women.” He glances at me sideways and grins.
    His comment immediately puts me at ease and
my lips widen into a smile. “Well, I just need to let you know that
I’m not ready for a relationship. I’m sorry I overstepped my
boundaries.”
    “Is that what this is about?” he asks.
    “It’s part of it,” I say, not wanting to get
any further into the details. I’m still really turned on by what
Michael said, and being alone with Spencer now, feeling the alcohol
taking effect, this could be a big problem.
    “Listen, we don’t need to talk about
commitment or anything. Let’s just be friends, and if benefits
follow, then great. If not, that’s great, too.” He has stopped at a
light and looks directly at me.
    It might be the alcohol, it might be how I
hate Michael right now, but suddenly Spencer has become extremely
attractive. And with how I feel at the moment, I really need
someone to…
    No! I’m not a slut. I’m not a slut. I am not
a slut. Dammit. I’m still so revved up from Michael that I don’t
know how to come down. “No commitments?”
    “Not if you don’t want.” He glides a hand
down my cheek. “Sex doesn’t have to be so serious, and one doesn’t
have to be in a committed relationship to enjoy it. At least that’s
my philosophy.”
    “Can we go back to your place?” I ask.
    “Are you…are you sure? I mean, I know you
drank quite a bit back there. I absolutely don’t want to take
advantage even if there are no commitments.” When I don’t say
anything, he continues. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I
would be more than happy to pleasure you all through the night, but
I need to make sure it doesn’t ruin our friendship. I don’t want to
lose it or you.”
    “I’m buzzed, that’s all. And no, I won’t let
it ruin our friendship as long as you won’t either.”
    “I won’t,” he says with a smile, biting the
tip of his tongue. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
    “Good,” I say. I need someone who can give
me max pleasure and make me forget.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    8
     
     
    Once we arrive at Spencer’s bachelor pad
apartment, the tequila is really making my head spin. On the ride
over, I had some time to come down from the frenzy of need that
Michael put me in and to think about what the hell I’m doing. My
conclusion is this: I absolutely shouldn’t be dong this, but I also
absolutely don’t give a shit right now. Forget tomorrow. Forget
yesterday. All I want is to live in the moment, to be free, and to
have a great orgasm with no strings attached. I deserve it after
what I’ve gone through.
    Spencer lives on the top floor of a one
hundred floor building, and has a garden on the roof. His place is
nice, clean, and new, with white marble floors, a gourmet kitchen,
an open floor plan, and a great view of the city.
    After hanging my coat up, he squeezes in
behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and leans his cheek
against mine.
    “Are you still sure about this?” he whispers
into my ear. “Because we could just watch a movie if you want.”
    A shiver of delight rushes through me, and I
turn around to meet his intense, green eyes. Cupping his face with
my hand, I say, “Yes, I’m sure.” I kick my wedges off, and stand a
few inches below him. Michael is much taller, but Spencer
definitely has more muscle on him.
    “Are you having second