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  “I was thinking it would be nice to have dinner together. Somewhere a little more private. Somewhere we could catch up a bit better.”

  There was a pause and I wondered if she was going to respond.

  “Are you asking me on a date?” Her voice was raspy, just as it had been on the dancefloor.

  “Yes, Mary-Lou, I am,” I said. “I would very much like it if you would go on a date with me. Tonight. At eight o’clock.”

  There was another agonizing silence, and then she said, “yes. I’d like that.”

  Chapter 3

  Mary-Lou

  What just happened? For the first time in years, I was experiencing a bout of confusion and it was all because of Aaron. I was reeling from the happiness that he called. I’d had a major crush on him when I was younger. He used to come over to hang out with Simon all the time and I saw him at school almost every day. But he always treated me like a little sister, so I never said anything. He was a geek, but he was kind, he was always looking out for me and even then his smile was something to blush about.

  Now he was a chiseled hunk of human flesh and seeing him in person made my blood pool in places I never thought it would again.

  “Do not get ahead of yourself,” I said to myself.

  I sighed and forced myself to focus on the pictures I was cataloging. I hadn’t been given my next assignment so I had a few days free, but I had a lot of photographs to file and it was the perfect distraction. Throwing myself into my work had always been my go-to for coping with the occasional spells of sadness I felt when thinking about my failed love life and all the romantic things I wanted to do, but had never had the chance to experience. Yet, even as I worked, I couldn’t seem to get him out of my mind. Just thinking about what it felt like with his hand pressed up against my back and his rock hard chest against mine as he leaned in and kissed me was getting me all hot and bothered.

  But what was his deal? Why had he waited all these years to ask me on a date?

  I’d enjoyed our kiss, even if it was shorter than I would have liked. It brought back a lot of memories of him from when we were growing up and they were all good memories... well most of them were.

  Did he want to kiss me again as much as I wanted to kiss him?

  The laptop lost my attention and instead my mind wandered to all the clips I saw of him in magazines and on the TV. He always had a supermodel or an ultra-beautiful, probably-made-out-of-plastic woman on his arms. I was definitely not that. I caught myself just as I started nibbling on my fingernails, something I only did when I was nervous.

  It was funny how I could command a team and jump into dangerous situations when I was on the job. In the middle of the African Jungle, I was the Queen of confidence, but here I was, fiddling with my fingers, unable to focus on my work and completely worked up about my appearance.

  What if he took me to one of those exclusive restaurants? I’d have to wear a dress. Do my hair. Put on makeup. Wear high heels. All kinds of things I was totally out of practice with. Just the thought of it was nearly giving me a panic attack.

  He had said dinner. I didn’t like the idea of wearing a dress and having it cling to all my curves, having him stare at me.

  Granted the dress I wore at the wedding did cling to me in all the wrong places and he still kissed me then, but maybe he was drunker than he looked. Maybe he was just doing it because it was a wedding and that’s what people did at weddings; get drunk and try to have sex with a bridesmaid.

  “Oh God,” I said, “what am I going to wear? Why had I said yes?”

  I was hardly ever in town because I was always out on assignment, a preference of mine. I barely had time to spend with my family and friends. Because of that, I didn’t have a lot of clothes in my closet. As I ran through my choices I realized I had nothing suitable to wear.

  I didn’t want to overdress and look like an idiot, but I didn’t want to underdress either. I wanted to look my absolute best. Who knew when I’d get a chance to spend an evening with a man like Aaron again. A man I had such strong feelings for.

  There was only one way I was going to feel secure about the way I looked and that was to get something new. I had to go shopping. Maybe while I was there I could treat myself to some long-deserved pampering. I was on a break but there was no way to know when I would be asked to go back into the field. I looked at my nails and decided I might as well get them done too. Nothing wrong with treating yourself once in a while, especially when you’re about to go on a date with a billionaire Adonis you’ve fancied since elementary school.

  Chapter 4

  Aaron

  When she walked out of her apartment I was completely stunned. She was breathtaking.

  Simon had occasionally shown me pictures of her working in some remote corner of the world. Calm and in control and always with a cute little smile on her face like she knew something everyone else didn’t. When I saw her at the wedding I knew the pictures hadn’t done her justice. In person, she was practically good enough to eat.

  She walked towards me in a black dress that clung to her curves in the most natural and irresistible way.

  I had never been into curvy women before but her body was driving me crazy. The curve of her hips made me want to pull her into my arms and kiss her. Her breasts were bursting out of her risqué neckline and I wanted to feel them spill over my hands. I felt like a man who had never known the body of a woman. It crossed my mind that I had never known a body like hers. I had never known Mary-Lou physically, and man did I want to.

  I decided to take her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. The car ride there was short and uncomfortable as I fought the rise in my pants, hoping she didn’t notice.

  When we got shown to the balcony for dinner the waiter came over and we quickly got our order out of the way.

  “This view is amazing,” she said, scanning the horizon.

  “It is,” I said, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. “Absolutely gorgeous. How long are you in town for?”

  I didn’t mean to ask but I had to know. I needed time to get to know her again, to wine and dine her. Explore all these feelings I was experiencing and find out if she was experiencing them too. For all I knew she might have a boyfriend, although Simon had never mentioned anything about that.

  “I really don’t know.”

  “I’ve been following your work. You are, without a doubt, my favorite photographer.”

  “Thanks,” she said, blushing heavily, “I’ve been following you too, but I can’t seem to keep up. I know you’re funding Simon’s company and that you have interests in Oil, construction and even entertainment. You’re a freaking billionaire Aaron.”

  “Yeah,” I laughed. “Yet all my fondest memories are from when we were children, growing up. Running around without a care in the world. Sometimes I look around at all the things I’ve done and all the things I have and I think to myself I’d give it all up just to feel that way again. To not have to worry about stock prices and shareholders I’ve never even met. I’ve been working so hard for so long, but when I look around me all I see are the things I don’t have. Because the things I truly want, the things I need, aren’t things I can buy. I can’t analyze a price earnings ratio or head up a team of engineers to make me feel the way I do when I’m sitting across the table from a woman I love. I can’t code a piece of software that makes my heart flutter and gives me butterflies in my stomach.”

  For a long while we just sat there not saying anything. Just looking at each other across the candlelit table. The stunning city panorama the perfect backdrop to the perfect moment with the woman of my dreams. When we were younger we always despised people who thought themselves better than everyone else, people with so much money that everyone else was a couple of steps below them. I spent my life trying to stay on the human level, trying to remember I was like everyone else, wanting and lacking in many areas. But it never stopped everyone else treating me the way they do.

  The only perso
n who still looked at me like I felt inside was Simon. When I was with him I was just Aaron from down the road. But I was always busy and he was always busy, with work or with Charlotte, and although we talk on the phone a lot and get together for a chat and few beers whenever we can, I hadn’t realized how starved I was from this kind of attention. Especially from a woman.

  The food arrived and it was absolutely fantastic. We both ordered starters and a main each and we eat and we talked about our lives and our misadventures until finally the dessert was served and slowly completed. It was refreshing to be in the company of a woman who didn’t always order the thing on the menu with the least amount of calories and then spend half the evening moving the food on her plate around with her fork, hardly even eating it.

  “You still like jazz?” I asked.

  “Does the Pope wear a silly hat?”

  I slid two gig tickets across the table and her face lit up when she realized what they were. I paid the bill and we went down to the car waiting for us outside. I was having the best night I’d had in a long time and if the look on Mary-Lou’s face was anything to go by, I think she was feeling the same way too.

  Her breasts were distracting me all throughout dinner. As we entered the private booth I‘d booked for us at the concert auditorium they were all I could think about. I wondered if they had names. Maybe I could name them after I tasted them.

  “Wow, the lineup is amazing,” Mary-Lou exclaimed as she glanced through the program.

  “You’re amazing,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it gently.

  She blushed and the blood rushed to my cock. A heavy, hard feeling consuming my groin with a kind of passion that was hard to control. I’d seen her blush before, but it was different now. We were so close and she looked so good. Her perfume was intoxicating. I had to muster every last bit of self-control, stop myself from ripping her clothes off and ravishing her body right there and then, to hell with anyone who might see us.

  “Do you always take your dates to concerts?”

  “Only if I don’t want to hear what they’re saying, but this is different. You’re different.”

  “Oh, and why am I different?”

  “You just are, Mary-Lou. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since I saw you at the wedding.”

  “I have thought about you too…occasionally,” she said. Her voice teasing me.

  “Just occasionally?”

  “Well, maybe a little more than occasionally, if I’m being honest.”

  “Do you ever get wet thinking about me?”

  Her face was almost red now, but she was not running away so that was a good sign.

  “When I think about you this happens.”

  I touched her hand, resting on the armrest between us, and placed it on my crotch. She gripped my cock and gasped as she felt how hard I was…just because and just for her.

  “Aaron—”

  “I want you Mary-Lou.”

  I leaned into her and she met my lips, the wild rhythm of the drums and the frenzied, soulful barrage of notes coming from the trumpet solo adding to our passion. She opened her lips to me and I took her tongue. My cock got harder and I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her. Her wetness had already soaked her underwear and I couldn’t help but let out a deep, guttural groan. I pushed her legs open even wider and pulled her panties aside so I could push one of my fingers inside her. She had a small strip of hair just above her pussy. Right where my thumb was. Neatly trimmed and soft and surrounded by freshly shaven, smooth skin. A thought popped into my head that she must have prepared herself just for me. Just for tonight.

  I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her as we kissed. Her tongue moved faster and I wanted to taste her juice like I tasted her tongue. I broke the kiss and knelt down before her. She looked surprised but completely aroused.

  “I want to taste you.”

  She closed her eyes and opened her legs wider. She maneuvered as I removed her panties and I placed her legs on my shoulders and dipped my head down and licked her beautiful, pink pussy. She moaned and her hips pushed forward and I sucked on her clit gently and inserted two fingers inside her and pushed them in as far as they would go. Licking and kissing every bit of soft skin my tongue and lips could find. Her moans came faster and faster as I continued to penetrate her with my fingers. Stroking her clit with my thumb in time with the movements of my mouth. Pleasuring her as best I could. As a woman like her deserved to be pleasured.

  She grabbed my hair and pushed my face even harder into her groin. Her orgasm building inside her.

  My cock was pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably. Threatening to burst from my pants and sink itself where my fingers had gone. She tasted like she was mine, that is the only way I could describe how much I loved her scent, her taste, the way she felt on my tongue. I licked harder and harder, replacing my fingers with my tongue for a few seconds while my fingers worked her clit. I was suckling her clit when she came, she gripped my hair tighter and let out a loud yelp that was somehow in tune with the music of the band. I felt her clit pulse under my tongue as she called out my name over and over again. My fingers and tongue never letting up for a second. Pushing her further and further into the realm of absolute pleasure.

  “Aaron.”

  Her wetness doubled and my cock started to hurt from being denied what it truly wanted. I looked up at her and I saw the pleasure in her eyes. In a swift movement, I unzipped my pants. But at the sound of my zipper, her eyes turned frightened.

  She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

  “I really enjoyed tonight Aaron, I really—I really have to go now. I can’t—”

  She got up and pulled her dress down. Refusing to look at me. When I saw her eyes again they looked sad.

  “Bye Aaron.”

  “Mary-Lou,” I called, but she was already making her way through the crowd towards the exit and I knew it wouldn’t be wise to follow her. Especially with the erection I had.

  What the hell just happened?

  I was left standing there with my cock in my hand, ready to thrust into her wetness. It was obvious she wanted me. She had come for me. She had called my name. Did I do something wrong? I forced my cock back into my pants and picked up her discarded underwear.

  There was no way in hell I was going to let things end like that.

  Chapter 5

  Mary Lou

  The call could not have come at a better time. When I got home I realized how I must have looked, running out on him like that. Then work called and I didn’t even hesitate, I took the job.

  I was dispatched to Peru to document a civil uprising and by the next day, I was there on the ground.

  But as much as there was dangerous stuff happening all around me I couldn’t seem to focus like I normally did.

  Why the hell did I run away? He didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted him, I still wanted him. I hadn’t had sex in over a year but that was not why he was on my mind. With him I felt a connection, it had always been there, ever since we were young, but when I saw it at the wedding it exploded and when his tongue touched my clit my body exploded too.

  I was so embarrassed I made sure to not communicate with him after that night. He tried to call, I saw the calls and ignored them. Hopefully he’d realize I was back at work and give me space to sort my feelings out.

  I didn’t know how to talk to him, not after what we’d done. A line had been crossed and there was no going back to the way things were before. What if he thought I was an idiot? I felt the embarrassment wash over me as I imagined having a conversation with him. We’d known each other for so long, and now we know each other in ways I never even thought possible. Just thinking about him made my stomach flutter and my pussy long for his touch.

  My phone rang suddenly and I checked the caller ID. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I answered. “Simon. How are you?”

  “I’m doing great and so is Charlotte. The honeymoon was amazing. We just got back
a few hours ago. You know how dedicated she is to her work, especially with the baby coming so soon. How are you?”

  “I’m good. Working hard.”

  “Thank you for coming to the wedding. It really meant the world to both of us.”

  “Like I was going to miss my big brother tying the knot.”

  “Do you think you’ll be able to make it back for the birth, too? We hardly got a chance to see each other at the wedding.”

  “I’ll try my best to get back in time for the birth. I promise.”

  “Good. So…what happened with Aaron?”

  “W-What?”

  “Come on Lou-Lou. I heard about the kiss. Mum’s hardly been able to talk about anything else since. I guess she doesn't want to pressure you by asking.”

  I smiled. My mother being indiscreet and not addressing the elephant in the room was weird, but not unheard of.

  “So…?”

  “Maybe I’ll tell you when I get back.” There was no way I was about to tell my brother what I had been up to with his best friend.

  Simon laughed at me. “Okay, Lou-Lou. Charlotte is due in a few weeks. I’ll send you the calendar.”

  “Thanks, Simon. Love you. See you soon, okay? Keep mom occupied so she doesn’t call me.”

  “I’ll try my best, but you know what she’s like.”

  “Yes,” I said, “I do.”

  Chapter 6

  Aaron

  I was just about to get on my jet when I got the call. Charlotte was in labor and I’d promised Simon I’d be there. I ran down the airstairs, called my assistant and twenty minutes later I was flying over the city in a helicopter.

  I met them at the hospital, arriving right as Charlotte was being wheeled away to the delivery room, with Simon in tow, his expression a mixture of anxiety and fear.

  Mary-Lou stepped off the elevator just then and quickly greeted the couple. She hugged Simon and then she hugged Charlotte and I could hear her telling Charlotte not to worry.