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bar,” he said.
    “Why didn’t you approach me?” Caroline responded.
    “I detest bars and more specifically, all the cheesy pick-up lines I hear floating around.  But with you I was willing to make an exception … and then Gil appeared.  I wanted to see if you were the type of woman who’d want him.”
    “Hell no ,” she said emphatically.  “You wanted to know why you and not him?  His actions were cold and calculating, even from the beginning.  Staking out women in a bar, picking his potential bed partner … I wasn’t going to be the next notch on his bedpost.”
    The fingers gripping her ass cheeks tightened just a little.  “And my bedpost, Caroline?”
    She took a deep breath.  Now was the moment to back away if she wanted.  To thank Wren for the drink and dancing, and saving her from being assaulted. She could leave with all her sanity intact, retreat back behind the walls she’d built up, and enjoy the memory of being just a bit daring.
    Or she could live a little.  Be more daring.
    Wasn’t that why she’d come to New York City after all?
    Without answering him, she traced a finger down his chest to his abdomen.  A little quiver in his belly let her know how she affected him.  She kept going, until she reached his fly, and the impressive hard-on beneath straining against it.  He groaned as she caressed him through the material, being careful to pull down the zipper.  She slid her hand inside, worming her way through his boxers until her seeking fingers brushed over his hard cock. 
    “Christ, Caroline,” he said in a guttural tone.  He released her and leaned back, allowing her to explore.
    Wetness leaked from the head, so she coated her hand enough to start sliding it up and down the shaft, learning its sizeable girth and tracing the vein that bubbled from the head. 
    “Come here,” he said and grabbed one of her legs to lift up and hook around his hip. Her dress rode up, the cool air touching her intimately.  Wren pressed his fingers against her pussy, moving aside her panties and the garter belt she wore to find her wet slit.  He found her clit, lightly caressing the bundle of nerves that had her humping his hand.  
    Everything melted away. She forgot they were in a public place, she forgot they had just met … she even forgot her own name as her body clenched into the beginnings of an orgasm.  His mouth landed on hers just as she convulsed, swallowing her cry of bliss.
    Once sanity returned, she realized his cock was still in her hand, and it was still rock hard. Wanting to return the pleasure, she dropped her leg and focused on him. The shaft twitched in her hands, the skin stretched tight.  Curling her hand around it, she pumped it, holding tight around the base and easing up at the top. His body rocked into her caress, seeking the ecstasy she found.  He slammed his mouth onto hers and she sucked hard on his tongue, drawing it all the way into her mouth, and the combined feelings must have tipped the scale, because he moaned deep into her mouth and his body stiffened as he came.  Her palm caught the hot jets of his cum as he pumped a few more times before he broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against her shoulder.
    They stayed entwined like that for a couple of moments, while the pleasure slowly faded off and reality settled in.  Her hand, filled with his release, withdrew from his pants. Wren took out a white handkerchief from his back pocket and held it out toward her.
    She giggled as she wiped her palm.  “I can’t believe that just happened.”
    He kissed her lips and softly ran a finger down her cheek.  “Never had sex in a public place?”
    She shook her head.  “I’ve never had sex with someone I just met, either.”
    “I seem to be a bad influence on you.”
    “Mm.”  She let her head fall back against the wall and looked at him.  “What would you say if I told you I wanted you to be very bad with me?”
    His body surged against hers.