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background, blending with my cries of ecstasy,
until finally I begged her to stop.

Chapter
Seven
     
     
    Kris…
    Nicole
was not exactly what I needed, but she was close. Damian made sure I sat and
spoke to the eager sub and reviewed her wants and needs as well as her hard
limits. She had few, but I was comfortable with only going so far. I remembered
what Lydia said about her career and asked her questions during aftercare. It
was the first time I worked on enjoying the experience. I was glad I did.
Nicole was a medical examiner. I found it fascinating and my usual fifteen
minutes turned into an hour.
    She
spoke softly about her work and obviously loved her job. She never asked about
my band or for me to sing for her. It was surprisingly pleasant and made me
forget the gorgeous brunette sub for a while.
    Unfortunately,
when I left Nicole at the club and went to my room, my dreams were filled with
every conceivable first meeting I might have with the mysterious, green-eyed sub.
I woke up with a throbbing hard-on and equally throbbing headache. I stepped
into a hot shower hoping for relief from at least one of my torments.
    Getting
out of the shower, I called room service for coffee. I had barely put the phone
down when knock sounded at my door. Wrapped in a towel, I answered to find
Lydia, a stroller, and a guitar case.
    “I
see you’re not quite ready for company.”
    “I
just need pants,” I smiled. “Coffee is on its way so the chances are good that
I won’t eat your child.”
    Abigail
reached a hand toward me and I would have scooped her up but I was afraid the
towel would slip and her mommy would get the full effect of my softening boner.
“Pants first and then baby drool if you don’t mind.”
    Abigail
didn’t like my rejection and her shrill cry rang throughout my poor head.
Lydia’s laughter didn’t help.
    I
walked away, turning my back, and pulled on my dirty jeans from the day before,
complete with underwear stuck in the legs which only added to the convenience
of leaving clothes lying around. I was damn good at being a bachelor.
    I
didn’t bother with a shirt, but walked back over to the stroller. It took a
moment but I figured out the latched straps and picked up my screaming early
morning fan.
    One
lone tear ran down her face. I couldn’t help myself and kissed it from her
cheek.
    “Her
girlfriends will be so jealous when I tell this story,” Lydia laughed.
    “Fame
is short-lived and her girlfriends won’t be as impressed as you seem to think
by the time you get to tell the story.”
    Abigail’s
cries faded to gulps and a quivering lower lip. Her hand reached my chest hair
without me realizing what she was going for and my loud, “Ouch,” made her
mother laugh louder.
    “Chest
hair is new to her because Damian has his waxed.”
    “I
understand why, but that sounds damned painful, too.”
    “You
guys are such sissies.”
    “Please
don’t expect an argument from me. Women can keep childbirth and cramps. I’ll
settle for football and beer.”
    “Wise
choice. Who’s your team?”
    “There’s
only one team.”
    “And
that would be?”
    “Broncos,
the best the NFL has to offer.”
    “We
will agree to disagree on that one. My husband would kill me if I didn’t support
the Texans.”
    “They
suck, but like you say, we’ll agree to disagree.”
    I
sat on the couch and unwrapped tiny fingers from my chest’s short and curlies.
Lydia picked up a t-shirt from the corner of the chair and handed it to me
before sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs.
    “She
has a one track mind after she finds a new toy. It’s too early to hear your
sobs so the best thing to do is cover yourself.”
    I
placed Abigail on the couch by my side and quickly pulled the shirt over my
head. She didn’t seem to mind and crawled back into my lap.
    “She
really does like you.”
    “She
gets her good taste from her father, I’m sure.”
    Lydia
laughed again but then became serious. “I spoke to Nicole