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  "Can I ask you something?" said Fredrick.

  Clara peered up at him, smirking, feeling a little cheeky and relaxed, "You know you're already asking something by asking if you can ask me something, right?"

  He kissed her nose, "Hey, get you, you little minx."

  Clara watched the dazzling display of teeth and tongue in front of her. "Sorry, what did you want to ask?"

  The lights were dim, but she swore she saw his cheeks blush. "Are you glad you gave me another chance?"

  His huge, hard body stopped moving against hers, awaiting her answer.

  Her breath hitched, and her fingers gripped the back of his wavy hair.

  Looking deep into his eyes, she replied, "The night's not over yet, but so far I'm so . . . glad."

  "So glad you say?" Fredrick pulled her in tight and resumed their dance. His gaze now fixed on Clara's mouth, "So, would it be too soon to steal a kiss?"

  "There's no theft if it's freely given," she breathed, buzzing with excitement.

  A smile played around his lips before his mouth delicately brushed against hers and his hot breath coated the tip of her tongue.

  She closed her eyes, absorbing his taste and the surrender involved in any first kiss, and held him tightly against her.

  When his mouth left hers a moment later, she missed the connection and opened her eyes.

  He smiled softly down at her, "Such soft lips."

  "I use balm," Clara said, then cringed, feeling ridiculous.

  He sniggered, "Well, it works." The song they danced to ended and he took her hand, leading her to the table. "Fancy another drink?"

  Ensconced within his embrace, she never wanted to leave it.

  "I'd much rather stay right here."

  She pulled his mouth on hers and ignored that the next song was not for a romantic slow dance, and that she was kissing a guy in the middle of an empty dance floor.

  His tongue slowly explored hers, and the feeling of glorious swelling in his pants against body made her panties damp.

  His hands moved to her cheeks to cup them and he pulled his glorious mouth away.

  She wished they were alone, especially when she found his pupils enlarged and his breathing deepen.

  He asked, "Hey, is this leading to something?"

  "Oh, I sure hope so," Clara grabbed his hand, leading him out of the club and into a cab.

  "Where to?" Fredrick asked, "You should choose. Where would you feel safest?"

  Clara hadn't even considered her safety might be compromised with Fredrick, "Your place near here? Mine’s way across town."

  He gave the driver his address and the journey was lost in a glorious haze of heavy petting on the back seat.

  Chapter 15

  The elevator wouldn't come down to the ground floor quick enough for them, so Fredrick lifted Clara and carried her up two flights of stairs to his apartment.

  Clara giggled, "I'm quite able to climb these stairs on my own you know."

  He didn't even break a sweat, and smirked, "Maybe I just couldn't wait to get my arms around you, huh?"

  His eyes glistened with mischief.

  Clara sighed.

  When he set her down to unlock his apartment door, she became more aware of the dampness between her legs and a throbbing sensation deep inside.

  I want this man in the worst way.

  Her fingertips tingled with the need to touch him, and her flesh awakened, as though charged by electricity, yearning to be touched.

  Watching him struggle to unlock the door, seemingly in slow motion, was torture.

  But this did show his excitement, which only aroused her more.

  Finally inside, their gaze met and locked, and the intensity swept her further away from reality on a tidal wave of emotion.

  Fredrick kicked the door shut behind them a fraction before he slammed her against the adjacent wall and kissed her hard, his hands gripping her hair at each temple.

  Clara busied herself unzipping his pants as their tongues entwined, and his hands moved lower to massage her breasts over her dress.

  Desperate to remove all obstacles between them, to experience his flesh against her palm, she pushed his pants out of her way until her hand was able to move unobstructed behind his trousers and underwear.

  When she wrapped her fingers around his generous, smooth cock, he broke away from their passionate kiss to groan at her touch, "Wow, Clara. You move fast."

  His kisses moved to her throat and his hot breath sent shivers over her back.

  She groaned, "Problem?"

  With a more vigorous motion she rotated her hand, enjoying how hard, how hot, he was against her palm.

  "Depends? You want this night to end before it's begun?"

  Clara wanted a quick fuck and long slow sex all at once.

  More than anything, she wanted it now.

  "Where's your bedroom?" His hand slipped behind her panties and Clara threw her head back in anticipation. "Oh my . . . "

  Fredrick smirked down at her.

  His fingers made their way inside--one, two, then three.

  She squirmed at the slowness of his touch and he said, "Yes… you're beautiful, Clara."

  Clara groaned, his handling of her, his words, him--all so arousing, and she clenched down on his fingers.

  "You're so soft, so wet. My cock's going to love being inside you."

  Weakened by her need, Clara could only sigh, "Ah."

  "Let me see you. I want to cast my greedy eyes on every inch of you." Clara grieved the loss of his internal caress.

  When she opened her eyes to see why he'd stopped, he pulled her dress up over her head in one glorious movement.

  "Fuck," he said, gaping at her in her underwear.

  Clara wrapped her arms around herself and crossed her legs instinctively.

  But when his eyes lingered, his breath hitched, and he licked his lips, she dropped her defensive posture and straightened her spine.

  The throb inside her quickened and she reached beneath her underwear to touch her clit in some hope of release.

  "You're as perfect as I always imagined." Fredrick's smile almost ate up his face, his focus on her hand between her legs. "I am crazy happy that you want this as much as me."

  Clara didn't want to bring herself off again, like she had done for too many sexless years.

  She wanted his touch, his cock, him.

  She wanted to be held, fucked, kissed, and to slide over his body, with only a film of sweat between them.

  Once her bra and knickers were cast aside, she glared up at him and whispered, "Take me to bed now, Fredrick. I want you."

  Still grinning, he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his underwear, then marched her through the enormous apartment to his bedroom.

  Oblivious to her surroundings, all she saw was him until they reached his room.

  The bed was huge and the room was luxurious, but all she cared for was what was happening between them.

  He lifted her and threw her backwards on his bed, then prowled up to her on his hands and knees.

  "And I want you, Clara."

  On his way, he kissed her feet, licked her legs, buried his face in her stomach, and she squirmed beneath the attention of his greedy tongue and hot breath.

  When he reached her nipples and licked them, she gasped at the colossal waves of warmth and twinges about her body, "I want you inside me. Please."

  "Music to my ears," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers, his thumb circling her sex.

  Once he slipped his fingers inside her again, he fucked her with slow smooth strokes at first, then becoming faster.

  She couldn't reach his cock, being so much shorter than him, and when she tried to kiss him he moved out of reach.

  His intense stare devoured her every reaction.

  She needed him.

  However good his fingers felt moving inside her, they were no substitute for his weighty member.

  "Please."

  His eyes turn
ed black as he pushed her legs up, pelvis back and then sunk his cock deep inside, "Ah."

  He didn't move at first, he just filled her up and kissed her softly.

  Then he said, "I've been thinking about this moment, Clara. For so long."

  Clara gasped at the fullness, at the stimulation, at the pleasure written all over his face, and dragged her nails down his back when he moved out and in with perfect control.

  She wondered what he'd thought about her, whether she would live up to his expectations.

  But only briefly, because she couldn't so much think as experience, and she delighted in him.

  With his closed eyes, wearing such an expression of concentration, he was the beautiful one.

  Soon, wave upon wave of pleasure almost overwhelmed her, and she feared she might lose her mind with her need for release.

  "Faster, Fredrick. I'm almost there."

  Fredrick's eyes sprung open. "Hold tight." His mouth crashed down on hers for the deepest kiss while he pounded into her, his flesh slapping against hers, his hips grinding. "Ah, yeah. Fuck."

  The release she needed gripped her internal core tighter with every pound between her legs.

  Their heat mingled and with their bodies in perfect synch, they rushed to a mutual and explosive climax.

  As they sighed and held each other in the aftermath, she thought, this is going down as her best date yet.

  Chapter 16

  Fredrick inhaled after he rolled over, utterly sated.

  He never expected her to want to go so far on their first date.

  She didn't seem the type and he never dared hope.

  "Wow, that was . . ."

  "Perfect?" she sighed, sitting up to face him. Her fresh face, rosy and glistening, begged to be kissed. "The best sex you have ever had?"

  Fredrick loved that in spite of her tormented childhood, and although her working days were entrenched in such a personally tragic subject, she could still be cute and cheeky.

  "I was going to say unexpected, but I'm serious--all of the above apply." She was right about how their date turned out. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him, tickling her as he did so.

  "Hey," she wriggled before kissing him.

  This, along with her breath on his face and how her delicate fingertips stroked his throat left him giddy.

  She stared so intensely into his eyes it stirred deeper feelings—feelings that scared the shit out of him all of a sudden.

  "Hey," he flinched, breaking their eye contact. "That tickles."

  "Isn't it about time you offered your guest some light refreshments?" said Clara, straddling him. "Where are your manners, you bad boy?"

  "It's your fault," he yawned, trying not to enjoy the reawakening of his cock at the sight of her. "You bring the bad out in me."

  "Oh yeah?" she writhed on him and the way her wet sex slid against his flesh was unbearably good. "Love the sound of that." With a wicked glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she played with his hair and leaned forward, resting her nipples on his chest. "How bad do you get?"

  His cock needed to sink inside her again, to move more slowly this time, to make every minute count.

  She shone--a vision staring at him expectantly, and he wanted to satisfy her every yearning.

  Shit, one proper date and already what they had, what they could have, floored Fredrick.

  But hadn't he always known this was how good they would be together, since they first began.

  When corresponding and he stepped, email by email, into her soul?

  Drake was right.

  The time had finally come to settle down.

  What if she needed something different?

  What if he offered her nothing more than light relief from the pressures of being a CEO for such a huge charity?

  She might do this all the time but not tell Anon.

  It's not like she was the type to share something so personal as a love of casual sex.

  She did have trust issues, after all.

  What if, after this date, they went back to being just friends and all he ever got from her in the future was as Anon?

  No.

  Never to touch her like this again, not to share his longing and taste her would be torture.

  A wave of fear made him sit upright, push her on her back, and stand at the side of the bed. "Um, I thought you wanted refreshments."

  She frowned, "I do." That wicked glint still firmly in place made his cock throb. She went to grab it, adding, "but I'm in no hurry."

  He grabbed her hand before it reached his stiff cock, a nervous laugh on his lips, "But I think we should save something for the second date, don't you?"

  He turned away from her, hoping with all his heart there would be a second date.

  Clara play-gasped, "Are you telling me 'no more sex today,' Fredrick?"

  Her toe poked his bottom.

  Smirking at her over his shoulder, he said, "You can have too much of a good thing, you know. Sometimes it's best to wait, to yearn for the best things in life. That way, they're always spectacular."

  "Oh, I doubt that. I can take a lot of a good thing. A good thing doesn't stop being good because you have a lot of it. I don't believe in that whole argument."

  He walked to the bathroom, refusing to be drawn into a debate.

  All he could think of was the fact that she never even picked up on his mention of a second date.

  What did that mean?

  Staring at himself in the mirror, he shook his head.

  What's up with you - don't be so intense.

  This isn't like you and you'll rush her, frighten her off.

  "Hey," said her small voice outside the door. "You okay in here?"

  He took a deep breath and opened the door.

  Looking at her frowning face, he wanted to tell her how he felt, how incredible she was to him, but she'd think he had gone mad or was some crazy stalker.

  "I'm more than okay." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "You?"

  "You want a second date, then?" she asked, her eyes round, her chest puffed up. "I didn't put you off yet?"

  The beating from his heartbeat grew louder in his ears, "Oh?" Yes, yes, yes. "If you're up for another, I sure am." He wanted to lift her up and swing her around the room, but when she winced and reached for her bruised cheek, he kissed it gently. "You okay?"

  "It's sore, but I can't stop smiling." She pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, and without jest, only sincerity, she said, "Just make sure our next date's soon, yeah? I can't tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. Guess you don't know what you need until you get it."

  "That's the truth. Like how much I need more of this."

  He lifted her up over his head and licked her sex.

  Clara helped him, grabbing his head and wrapping her legs around his neck so he could lick inside her while moving to the bedroom for round two.

  "Ah," she sighed, grinding on his face as he lowered her on the bed. "Fuck, you're good at that."

  "Lie back and enjoy it beautiful."

  This time he needed a long delicious exploration of her sweet, pink lips, and her bold clit.

  She played with his hair and rotated her hips as he licked and lapped at her, breathing in her musk.

  Fuck, this was his new favorite place.

  He could have spent all night listening to her breaths deepen and her moans lengthen, tasting her, making her squirm with pleasure.

  When she came in his mouth the first time and he tasted her goodness, and felt the way her hips ground against his face draining every once of joy, it near blew his mind.

  When she begging him to fuck her, it near finished him off.

  He prowled up and slowly, steadily, while savoring her expression, the sight of her body—small, pert, round, pale, with red hair splayed out over his white sheets and crowning her sex— he sunk his solid cock into her body.

  She clenched down on him, pulled his mouth down to her rosebud lips, and l
icked her juices from his.

  With her eyes half shut with arousal, she purred, "Make love to me, Fredrick."

  "You got it sweetheart."

  Their hips rocked together, side by side for a while, the humming inside him connecting him to her.

  She climbed atop for a while longer where he watched her round perky breasts bounce with every thrust, her chest flushed, her pupils' black.

  And finally they spooned, grinding together, one hand cupping one breast while his other rotated her clit as he fucked her from behind.

  Their moans grew louder, coordinated as their movements quickened, until the race to the finish line began.

  Breathless and sated, they remained there, holding each other for hours.

  He kissed the back of her neck, one hand still nestled at the join of her legs, the other still cupping her breast.

  Perfectly comfortable with each other, they soon fell asleep.

  No disputing it--this was the best date of his life…

  Part Two

  Chapter 1

  Clara hadn't stopped thinking about her date with Fredrick and missed him from the moment she left his apartment, pleasantly sore between her legs, and tired as hell, the next morning.

  At lunch, Lisa was thrilled to hear about how well they got on, though Clara reserved a few details.

  Anon's interest in what was happening in her life seemed more personal than usual, which seemed inappropriate, but still friendly.

  She told herself any concern about answering his questions came from how weirdly guilty she felt, as though she betrayed Anon by dating another man.

  Lisa reassured her such an idea was nonsense and to focus her thoughts and concern on fire fighter-guy instead of some weirdo who still needed to stay anonymous after talking to her for five years.

  For the first time in those five years, Clara agreed with Lisa's argument regarding Anon, and decided to be honest with him, to tell him she was properly dating now.

  She would try to do so without fear of losing him as a friend.

  So, she replied to his email:

  ‘Hi Anon