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“A date?”

The last few weeks since John’s arrest, we’ve spent most of our time at Ozzie’s and ordering take out. Thankfully,Willow has moved out. She found a friend who lives in Queens and needed a roommate. It’s all worked out well since I really love walking around Ozzie’s apartment naked.

He shrugs. “You know, it’s where I pick you up, take you someplace, get a kiss on your doorstep afterwards.”

“What if I want more than a kiss?”

He steps back out of my arms and smirks. “You will have to be patient and earn that.”

“Earn it, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

I love this man so much. He’s kind, compassionate, good-looking, and the best sex I’ve ever had. Plus, he’s funny if he thinks I’ll settle for only a kiss later tonight.

“What’s going on in there?” he asks, pointing to my head.

“I’m thinking how lucky I am to have you.”

He grows serious and wraps his arms around my waist. “Piper, we haven’t technically had our first date yet, but the more time we’ve spent together over the past year, the more I know deep down you’re the one for me. I’ve been hesitant to tell you this because I don’t want to scare you.”

I give him a light kiss. “It doesn’t scare me. I feel the same way.”

His brow furrows, and he shifts on his feet. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s nervous, but Ozzie doesn’t get nervous.

“Well, this might scare you.” He cups my cheeks with his hands. “I have fallen deeply and hopelessly in love with you.”

My heart swells, knowing he feels the same. “Ozzie, I love you too. I have for a long time.”

His lips crash over mine, and I pull him tight against me. The kiss goes from emotion to hot and heavy in an instant. His hands move down and cup my ass as he backs me up to his desk. I sit on it and wrap my legs around him. There’s no doubt he’s hard, and he’s rubbing himself against me. I’m so turned on, and I want more.

“Ozzie,” I say as he pulls me tighter against him. “I want you.”

He steps back. “We can’t do that here,” he whispers. “But I can relieve your pressure.”

“What do you mean?”

He pulls me up and off the desk then spins me around until my back is against him. His hand slides down my pants, into my underwear, and between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he says quietly. “Pretend my cock is pounding into you.” He rubs circles on my clit as he also pumps his jean-clad erection from behind me.

His other hand finds my nipple, and he pinches it through my shirt. I moan.

“Shhh. You need to be quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop. I’m close.”

He pinches my nipple again. “Good. I want you to come now, Piper. Can you do that for me?”

He pinches my clit, and it sends me over the edge. It takes a great deal of self-control not to yell out as an orgasm rips through me.

He removes his hand from my pants but continues to hold me as I come down.

“Something tells me I’ll get more than a kiss tonight after all,” I say.

He laughs. “Yeah, I don’t have much restraint when it comes to you.”

There’s a knock on the door, and we quickly move to straighten ourselves up.

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