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“You give it to Henry, but you won’t give it to me?”
“I told you, I’m not giving it to Henry. I’m selling it to him.”
“So, sell it to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“There are a lot of reasons.” It’s true. There are. But my heart’s in my mouth as I tell him the main one. “I don’t trust you.”
“But you trust Henry?”
“I don’t have to trust Henry. He’ll get a bag of coffee every day. That’s all.”
“What about his other outlets?”
“I’ve thought it through. I know what I’ll do.”
“Why not do it for me?”
Oh, damn him!
I gulp. “You would want a lot more.”
“Oh?” Now he has that arrogant grin again. That look that makes me want to rub my pussy over his face. His voice is a rasping burr. “What would I want?”
“You would want everything, Joe.” I look up to see his lips peeling back. His mouth, coming for mine.
“I can’t…” I press my hand against his chest. He feels so damned good I could weep.
His voice rumbles in his chest. “I can’t either.”
But we do. We kiss. We’re locked and wound together all the way across town. Our hands make their way all over each other’s bodies. When he squeezes my breasts, my back arcs and billowing gasps of need blow through me. When I hold his cock through his pants, it stretches and throbs in my hand like it’s alive.
The cab stops. Didier calls, “Nous sommes arrivez, Here we are, mes amis. You want I should drive around some more?”
I pull back. Straighten myself up. “Merci, Didier, but no. We’re here. This is our destination.”
He shrugs and gives me a twinkle. “If you say so, Mam’selle.”
Reluctantly, Joe and I pull apart one last time.
“You want to come in and give Henry the good news, or will you take Didier back to your swishy office?”
“Let me take you to the Marriott.”
“Sometime.” My lips twist and my voice shakes. “Maybe…” but I know I can’t risk it. I can not give in to a man like him. My body wants to, but that’s just chemistry. This is my life.
I tell him, “Probably not, though.” I lift a hand.
“Come with me, Damn it!”
I touch the back of his hand. The contact sends a jolt through me. But I ignore it. “I have a job, Joe. Remember those?”
There’s something in my eye as I turn and walk back into the little JavaLava.
I wonder if he’s a ‘now-or-never’ type. A man who won’t be denied, and won’t forgive if he is. One chance and one only.
