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I turned to her. She was still there, still my Lola, but now she seemed a little unsure.

“Well, I hope you will let me kiss you again, and do much more,” I said half-jokingly, hoping she wouldn’t back away and proclaim what happened not even ten minutes ago, a colossal mistake. “Also, I want a chance to admire your tits some more. And worship them. Please, let me do that.”

A slight blush crept to her cheeks, but I had a point to make, so I didn’t stop and inadvertently give her time to kill my dream. In all seriousness, I said, “I want you, Lola. I think you got the message loud and clear. I want all of you. If you’re afraid I’m looking just a casual hookup, that’s not me. I don’t like the feel of it, not having any right in saying anything or voicing my opinion. But also, I liked the feeling of belonging to someone and vice versa.” I didn’t tell her that I never did have that feeling, except when I was a kid, and a belonged to a little girl.

“I know that,” she muttered, smiling broadly.

“You do?” I raised my brows, intrigued. “How?”

“Well, there's this thing called Google.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you were stalking me,” I said flatly.

“Not stalking,” she raised her arms as if to fend off the fake accusation. She couldn’t know, but the thought that she checked up on me over the years, gave me a rush of pure joy. It meant she hadn’t forgotten me. She hadn’t given up on me.

With my heart in my throat, I asked, “Then what?”

“I just followed news about you, and we live in such a world that the main thing that’s being reported is someone’s love life. If that person is particularly popular, or mysterious in some way, like you, the focus gets much stronger. So yeah, for a while your every move was and is reported, especially your love life. That’s how I know. Because there weren't pictures of you with a different girl every other night. In fact, when you broke up with your last girlfriend, I expected it to be a shit storm. I think half the world waited with bated breath for what was to come. And there was nothing.” She stopped her rambling to take a breath, and finished, “that’s how I know. I didn’t stalk you or anything.”

God, she was cute.

I was only teasing her with that stalking comment, but she was adorable when riled.

“Lola,” I called. “I don’t give a fuck if you Googled me, cyber stalked me, or checked up on me. The fact that you were curious enough to get even a little bit of information on me, means the world, honey.”

Hearing the sincerity in my words, her face got soft, and she said, “Good.”

“Now, tell me, what did you mean about etiquette?”

“Oh, just that…” She looked around as if searching for an answer to her unspoken question. “Do I tell you good luck, or break a leg. Or what.”

I couldn’t help it. She was too damn cute and funny. I threw my head back and laughed.

God, I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time.

In the midst of my hilarity, I righted my head and gave her the answer. “You already gave me my lucky charm.”

“What did I do”

“You let me finally kiss you.”

The last word barely left my mouth before I had arms full of Lola, my helmet hanging off the tips of my fingers, her legs wrapped around my waist, and she was kissing me again.

Her tongue pushed into my mouth and swirled around mine.

I groaned, feeling my dick getting hard again after I just won the battle of a lifetime and got it down by reciting the statistics of the last race in my head.

Fuck, today was going to be uncomfortable.

As she lifted her head, I blinked to get my vision cleared. “Damn, woman.”

“There, that’s for today. Tomorrow I’ll give you an even better one,” she said as she ground her hips against my dick.

It was a miracle I left standing.

It was an even bigger one, I walked out of that room and did my job knowing Lola was waiting for me.

Chapter Seven