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“Ready again?” Running my hand down her back, I continue until I’m only inches away from dipping into her pussy. I stop when I feel her body tense slightly.

Pulling back until we lock eyes, Sadie sighs. “Truthfully? No.”

“Sadie, I’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do. Say the word and I’ll stop. I’ll always stop.”

“Oh, no,” her eyes widen. “I wasn’t…” She’s frustrated as she sits up, looking down at me and taking my hand in hers. “I would never think that of you.” Her eyes flicker away and when she looks at me again, her cheeks are stained pink. She speaks so softly I’m lucky to hear her words. “I’m a little sore.”

Fuck.

Resting my hand on the back of her neck, I pull her down to meet my lips in a soft kiss. “You should have told me I was being too rough on you.”

“Really, Tyson at the time it only felt good,” she smiles in a way that I know she’s telling the truth.

I was hoping with getting the hotel room for the night, I’d also get Sadie for the night. She must see something on my expression; her face softens. “If you want, we can go to my house and soak in my tub.” She twirls her hair with her finger. “Maybe afterward we can…”

Interrupting her with a kiss to her delectably full and soft lips, I speak each word with a brush of my lips to hers. “We can do whatever youneed.If you’re too sore, you’re too sore.” I shrug. “We can always watch a movie or something.”

Sadie looks thoughtfully at me for a moment, contemplating something she doesn’t bother to share. When she answers me it’s with a simple nod of her head before she slides off the bed and starts to get dressed.

Silently I watch her slip back into her clothing as she moves gracefully around the room. She’s gorgeous as always with her long, brown hair trailing down her back, her long lean body tan from the summer sun. After getting caught looking at her a little too long, I dress quickly, more excited than I’d like to admit to see where Sadie lives.

If she knew how badly I’ve wanted her and for how long, I’m sure she’d run for the hills. I need to keep reminding myself to maintain my cool until Sadie has enough time to get used to the idea of us.

“Is that okay with you?”

“Hmm?” I ask back.

“I’m going to order an Uber to pick us up.”

“Oh,” I slip my shoe on. “I drove so I can drive.”

She slips her phone back into her purse. “Sure, I’m ready whenever you are.”

The air around us has changed. Everything now seems awkward. Had I let her see too much too soon?

We’re both silent as we take the elevator and make our way to the parking garage. I need to do something to rid of us of the tension that surrounds us.

The moment we’re seated inside my SUV, I turn to her. “If you don’t want to do this you can always back out.” Not what I wanted to say, but it’s out there. If she wants to go home alone then I’ll have to let her.

“Why?” she asks, inspecting the interior.

“Something happened back there in the hotel room. What it is I’m not sure, but we’reoff.”

Letting out a deep breath, Sadie fidgets in her seat. “I’m sorry.”

Fuck! She’s going to end the night right here.

“Just drive and I’ll try to explain on the way,” she buckles her seatbelt and looks straight ahead.

5

Sadie

The lookin his eyes nearly kills me. He looks like I killed his puppy. How this man, who could have any woman he wanted was interested in me, I would never know. He has everything going for him. He’s beyond good looking. Every woman who sees him can’t help but stop and stare to then fantasize about him until the end of their days. It’s not only his looks that make everyone gravitate to him, but also how sweet and caring he is. A calming essence about him.

Tonight, I saw in his eyes that this wasn’t a fling to him. He didn’t only want sex and that scared me.

There are so many reasons for menotto get involved with Tyson Jacobs. First, I’m sure I’m ready for more, even after being alone for over a year. Second is the age difference. What would others think when or if they found out about us? Third, we work together. And fourth, what would happen to my heart when Tyson decides he’s tired of me, or when a younger, prettier girl comes around that’s interested and catches his eye? Let’s not forget that he’s also an escort. How can I be with a man when he’s with other women? Simple. I can’t.

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