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I’m not used to men like Daniel.”
    “You’re not used to being hit on?” he asked, stepping
closer to her.
    He folded his own arms so that he didn’t look
threatening to her.
    “Look at me, Bryan. I’m nothing like the women men hit
on. I prefer to be at home than out to dinner. I’d take a good book over a date
like this.”
    Tilting his head to the side, he watched her. The last
year he’d done nothing but watch her. He could watch all he wanted, and he
couldn’t touch.
    Over and over he told himself he couldn’t have her.
    What if, just once, he could have her?
    “We’re not much alike,” he said.
    She snorted. It was cute, the noise she made.
    “The only difference between us, Charlotte, is where
you’d like to stay in with a good book, I like to stay home and fuck.” She
gasped, looking up at him with her eyes wide. “Do you think I’d like to be sitting
around a table with people I barely know?” It was a little lie. He knew Michael
well. “I wouldn’t. I’d prefer to be at home right now, balls deep in a willing
pussy. She’d be dripping wet, begging me to fuck her, spank her, and give her
everything I could.”
    Charlotte dropped her arms to her sides. Her chest
heaved with each of her indrawn breaths.
    “I’d have them tied to my bed or suspended with rope,
I’d slide their legs open, and fuck them, make their tits bounce as I pound
into that sweet pussy.”
    “Bryan?”
    “Lift your hands above your head.” His cock was so
fucking hard. He imagined he’d bust the zipper open from the pressure building.
    “What?”
    “I punish women who don’t do as I tell them.”
    She slowly lifted her arms above her head.
    Ah, a nice little submissive.
    He didn’t expect that. Well, he did and he didn’t.
Wishful thinking couldn’t bring him a submissive.
    “Bryan?”
    “Don’t talk, Charlotte. Don’t say a thing. Let your
body say what it needs to say.” He closed the distance between them, pressing
his body against hers. She was totally soft, everywhere. There were no hard
bones or ridges. Running his hands down her sides, he moved them both to the edge
of her dress. Gathering the fabric up in his fist, he glided his hands over the
flesh of her thighs. She didn’t speak or make a sound.
    Staring into her eyes, he held her captive. Something
was going on between them that felt more natural to him than breathing.
    Charlotte was a little submissive at heart, waiting
for a man like him.
    Placing his palm over her pussy, he groaned. Her
panties were dripping wet, soaking. Pushing the fabric aside, he slipped a
finger through her sopping folds.
    “Oh, Charlotte, my little neighbor, you’ve been
keeping a secret from me.”
    She opened her lips then closed them.
    “That’s right, you can’t talk. Daniel didn’t leave you
like this, did he?”
    In response to his question, she shook her head. No,
this soaking wet pussy had nothing to do with Daniel but all for him.
    “Your secret is safe with me.”
    “I’m sorry to interrupt your playtime, Bryan, but
we’re waiting for you. Dinner is going cold,” Lillian said.
    Charlotte tensed up in his arms.
    “I’ll be there in a moment.”
    He waited until Lillian left before turning back to
Charlotte.
    “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happen—” Charlotte
whimpered as he pressed a finger hard against her swollen clit.
    “Naughty girl. I told you not to speak until I’d given you permission. I’m going to
have to think of a fitting punishment. Now, I’m going to lick your cream off my
fingers and then we’re going to go back to the table. You’re not going to let
Daniel touch you for the remainder of the meal. You will talk to Lillian about
your website designs. Do you understand me?”
    She opened her lips, and his gut told him she was
going to say something else.
    “If anything other than ‘yes, sir’ comes out of those
lips, you’re going to have more than one punishment coming your way.”
    She breathed out a sigh.