Page 47 of Secrets

I love you.

He pulls into the parking lot of the bar and takes her hand as they walk inside to a back booth, his nerves kicking up as he can't get rid of the thought about loving her. It's way too early to think about that, but something about her feels so comfortable. So natural.

The waitress brings them menus, and he orders a beer while Jolie orders a vodka cranberry.

"Can I also get an order of onion rings?" Bodie asks.

"Of course," the waitress says. "I'll be right back with your drinks."

Jolie lifts an eyebrow. "Onion rings? On a date?"

"I have gum," he assures her. "It's so weird. I never used to like onions, but after my transplant, I've been craving onion rings. I guess taste buds change as you get older, especially when you kind of stop eating most things, but damn."

"My fiancé loved onion rings. It took me until a few months ago to be able to smell them without bursting into tears."

Now he feels guilty. "I can cancel my order."

"No, it's okay. I'm finally at a place where I don't feel like I'm going to go crazy thinking about him."

"Tell me about him."

Smiling, she takes his hand and waits for the waitress to set their drinks down. "Well, his name was Justin Spalding. He always said he'd never live past forty with his defective heart, so maybe that's why I feel a strange deep attraction to you like you have with me. You have that in common with him."

"But the accident got him instead," he says, remembering what she'd told him. "I'm sorry, Jolie."

"That's life, right?"

His fingers intertwine with hers. "It really feels like the universe brought us together. Like we were meant to find each other, and I'm really glad we did."

"Me, too," she whispers before her lips touch his. "Me, too."

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The date went amazingly well, starting with their make-out session before the appetizer arrived, and after they'd had their meals, Bodie asks, "Do you want dessert?"

"I have dessert at home," Jolie says while Bodie sets cash on the table. "Care to join me?"

His stomach flips, and his cock twitches. "Let's go."

Her hands wrap around his body as he drives them back to her place, and he almost loses control when her fingertips slip below his waistband. She giggles as he quickly corrects himself.

"Baby, are you trying to make us crash?"

"I was just curious how you'd react," she says into his ear. "When we get inside, I want you to take those pants off."

He can't seem to park the bike fast enough, and his jeans feel tighter than they ever have before as she takes his hand and leads him up to her apartment. The moment the door shuts, he does as she says, and she strips down naked, too.

"Wow," Jolie says as she takes in the sight of his rigid length. "I want my dessert first."

Her hand takes his and leads him to the couch, and she crawls on it, too, bending down to take him into her mouth, her knees tucked up to her chest.

"Fuck, Jolie," he moans. "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up."

He expects her to let up, but she intensifies her suction as she keeps sliding her mouth along him. He hits the back of her throat while her small hands slide between his spread legs, forcing them apart to play with his balls. His muscles tighten, and he feels everything contract. It won't be long now, and he leans back to rest his head on the couch.

"Jolie," he warns, but she refuses to release him.

He comes hard into her mouth, his hips thrusting up and off the couch slightly as he does. She takes it in stride, giggling a little as she swallows everything he offers.

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