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“Do you like it Jake?” Her nervous voice asked.
“Honey, I d-do,” he stammered, “But…”
Watching the pleasure slip from her face was painful, but he could only stand there looking at her, struggling to find a way to voice what he was thinking.
… Damn, I’m such an ass…
“But what?” she asked softly.
“You look like a woman Julie. Where’s my little angel?” Stunned, he just stared at her, wanting her again the way a man wants a woman, urgently, and with deep, lusty desire.
“I’m still here Jake, but I wanted you to be proud of me. It’s like a date isn’t it?” Turning , she reached for her purse, “Are we ready?”
Their eyes locked for a moment when she looked back at him. Jake didn’t care much for the feeling that was rising up in him, although he couldn’t explain what that feeling was. He knew only that he was consumed by her possession. If he took her out like this , men would look at her; they would want her. While that thought angered him to a degree, it also caused sexual experience feelings inside him. His groin tightened and he took her arm possessively, bewildered by his own reaction. |
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