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remember.
    “I want to move on, and I want to feel,” she said, meaning
every single word.
    “Then we’ll move on, baby. Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you work
tomorrow?”
    She nodded. “I finish at two. It’s a half day.”
    “I’ll pick you up at two. We’re going to spend some time
together to get to know each other.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    After Ryan drove her home, he’d gone back to the club to
keep an eye on business. Three in the morning he went home for some rest. If
he’d taken the coffee she'd offered him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk
away. Jesse called to him in ways he thought were long dead.
    He’d never been married before but he’d taken plenty of subs
in his time. None of the women ever made him feel like Jesse. What was he
thinking? Jesse wasn’t like any of the women he’d been with. Her past
threatened to control her future at every turn. Talking with Jake showed him
the kind of trouble he’d face when he finally met her family.
    While Jesse tried to move past her pain, her family was more
interested in reminding her at every turn.
    He threw his keys onto the kitchen counter, and turned the
light on. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a beer before going through to his
shower. He always liked to end a Friday night on a beer. Turning the shower on,
he stripped out of his suit and took several minutes to look over his body in
the mirror. At forty he took his health serious. Checking his flesh for any
unexplained blemish or mysterious lumps, he found nothing. His arms, back and
chest were covered in ink.
    Growing up he’d been addicted to the feel of the needle
against his skin. Up one of his arms was a black tribal tattoo, while down the
other showed a rounded snake that went up to his neck. No one saw his ink while
he wore his suits. He had an eagle across his back, and on his chest several
different designs, some black some colorful.
    He took a quick wash and once he finished, wrapped a towel
around his waist. Ryan grabbed his beer from the sink where he left it, taking
a couple of swigs from the bottle. Heading to his bedroom, he closed the blinds
and settled down on the bed. Ryan turned on the television, seeing some porno
flick on the channel. Rolling his eyes at the triple penetration, he started
looking through the channels.
    Porn no longer pushed any of his buttons. Every time he
watched a little scene here or there, he couldn’t help but imagine a guy behind
the camera telling them to go faster, slow down or pull out and suck.
    Once he started thinking about that, he lost interest. Sex
wasn’t about going through the motions.
    Fuck, I’m getting old.
    Running a hand down his face, he finished his beer and
turned off the television. He needed sleep if he was to get to Jesse in time
for their first date. They were not going to do anything other than go to the
cinema. Grabbing his phone from the side drawer, he clicked on the internet and
did a quick search.
    None of the movies gained his interest. With no movie to
watch he settled on taking her for a picnic. He set his alarm for seven. Ryan
knew a woman down at the local deli who made hampers
providing she had a few hours to get it ready. After he put his order in he
could go back to sleep and pick it up at one then head over to Jesse’s place of
work. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.
    Sleep evaded him. Growling in frustration, he stared down at
the problem. His cock laid rock hard against his stomach. Thoughts of Jesse
made him instantly erect.
    Gripping his shaft, he closed his eyes thinking about the
blonde beauty who’d invaded his life. There was no way a woman he’d known less
than twelve hours should have this effect on him.
    He fisted the length, feeling the heavy throb of his arousal
intensify.
    Thinking about Jesse, he imagined what she would look like
naked. Her tits would be firm and heavy in his palms. He would put money on her
having large round, red nipples that would fill his