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  I watched as he slipped the driver a bill, and my eyes went wide as I noticed it was a hundred—yet another hint at some secret side to him that Justin wasn’t letting me know about. When I wanted to go into the city, I paid for the train like everyone else. And here he was, generously tipping drivers of luxury cars to drive him in. I wanted so badly to blurt out “who are you and what do you do?” But I knew this would spoil the evening. No, better to get swept away.

  We stepped up to the building, the lobby of which appeared dark. If it was an office or what, I couldn’t tell.

  “What do we do?” I asked.

  “Just keep your pants on,” he said with a smirk.

  Justin approached a speaker and pressed the call button. Just like at the bar, he spoke something into it before turning back toward me.

  “Come on,” he said.

  He led me down a small path around the building which ended in what looked to be a maintenance elevator. The doors opened, a few people already inside. But they didn’t look like service employees—two girls and a couple all dressed in expensive evening wear.

  “Justin!” shouted one of the girls, an insanely pretty brunette, running out and throwing her arms around him.

  “Hey!” he said, returning her friendly hug.

  Justin stepped out of her arms and gestured for me to follow him into the elevator. Right away, I noticed the girls’ jealous expressions. They both seemed to know Justin, and they were not happy that some other girl—me—had his attention for the night.

  The elevator rose, going up and up and up. By the time it stopped, I could hear the thumping of a steady bass beat on the other side of the doors. And when they opened, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

  The doors opened to a massive club, neon lights illumining the dancing crowds. The space was two-stories high, a huge, modern DJ booth on an elevated platform in the center. My heart raced as I took in the scene, Justin at my side.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  I wasn’t sure if anything could’ve had me ready for this. But I nodded anyway, eager to get in there and shake my butt. And the delicious wine certainly had helped.

  As we moved closer to the dance floor, Justin grabbed us a pair of drinks, handing one to me as we moved into the crowd. I took a sip, the taste of vodka and lime fresh and lively in my mouth.

  And then it was on. I didn’t waste any time getting in there moving my body to the music. Justin slid next to me, his gorgeous blue eyes brilliant even in the red and white light of the club. We danced, our bodies moving closer and closer together with each passing song. Soon, our drinks were gone, and our hands were free to explore each other’s bodies.

  Justin placed his hands on my hips, applying just the right amount of pressure. My heart beat hard, and I found myself tossing my hair, my teeth biting down hard again on my lower lip. Song after song passed, and I lost track of the time.

  One more song and now we were as close as we could get. Justin and I were face-to-face, his arms draped over my shoulders as we pressed our bodies together. If there was any doubt that he wanted me, it was gone now.

  The beat thumped on, and our faces moved closer and closer. I ran my tongue over my lips, inviting him in for a kiss. But right when he was near enough to give me what I wanted, he spoke into my ear instead.

  “How about some fresh air?”

  That sounded nice, too. But I got the distinct impression he was toying with me, just a little. I nodded, a smirk on my face. Sure, I could play that game. Might even be a little fun.

  Justin took me by the hand and led me through the crowd. As we made our way out, I noticed guys greeting him with friendly shakes and pats on the back, and more girls regarding him hungrily before flashing jealous glances in my direction. Whoever Justin was, he was certainly a man who commanded attention. And now that I’d begun to think about it, he did seem somewhat familiar…

  Before I could consider the matter for much longer, Justin took me out onto the club’s back patio. The cool evening air was a relief to my sweat-sheened skin, and I had a chance to catch my breath from the intensity of the dancing.

  And as soon as I recovered, I noticed the view.

  The balcony looked east over Manhattan, the towers of Midtown stretching up into the night sky. To the left was Central Park, and beyond that, through the slats of light between the buildings, I could make out Brooklyn and Queens beyond.

  It was breathtaking, to say the least. Maybe the second-most breathtaking view on that patio.

  “How you holding up?” asked Justin, leaning against the balcony railing. He looked gorgeous, his ink-black hair attractively disheveled, a few strands dangling over his flawless forehead. Damn, he was good-looking—the type of stunning that it was almost hard to believe he was real.

  “Holding up just fine,” I said, my breath caught, the buzz from the booze perfect.

  “Good,” he said.

  A moment passed as the two of us looked out over the city.

  “Listen,” I said. “I don’t want to get too heavy on you or anything, but thanks for tonight.”

  He turned to me, half-smile on his face.

  “Happy to do it,” he said. Another pause. “But I have to ask; is there anything else you want to do? You know—something to make this night perfect.”

  I had something in mind, all right. I turned my body to Justin and closed the inches between us.

  “Well, there is something…” I said, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

  He smirked, knowing exactly what I meant.

  Then he leaned in and kissed me hard.

  Chapter 5

  Heather

  As hot as the kiss on the balcony was, it only lasted a few minutes before the two of us realized that we wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

  “Your place or mine?” I asked in between kisses in the elevator.

  “Ah, yours,” he said. “My place is…indisposed right now.”

  It was an odd way to put it, but I wasn’t all that concerned. I thought quickly about my place, how it was a mess of baby toys and other flashing signs that I was a single mom. I’d have to do something about them, but Justin coming over was certainly doable.

  “Mine is good,” I said in between more kisses. Damn, he was a good kisser. He knew what to do with his hands, and his taste was…something else. I felt like it was certainly possible that I could get drunk off how good he made me feel.

  We hurried out of the elevator and down to the front of the building where another luxury car awaited us. The two of us scrambled into the back seat, pouncing on each other once again.

  Justin climbed on top of me, and I could feel the hardness of his manhood through his slacks. Arousal began to well inside of me, and I craved more and more of his touch by the second.

  We eventually reached Greenpoint, coming to a stop in front of my building. Justin handed the driver another tip, this time two hundreds—the extra for, I assumed, dealing with the heavy petting happening behind him.

  I felt a little embarrassed to be bringing a man like Justin, whom I guessed was wealthy, to my humble walk-up. But if he cared, he didn’t say anything.

  “Top floor,” I said, my heels clattering on the stairs.

  Justin followed close behind, and when we reached my door, I came to a stop.

  “Listen,” I said, trying to spin a lie on the spot. “I…wasn’t expecting company tonight, and the place is kind of a mess. Mind giving me five to make it not look like such a disaster zone?”

  He laughed. I could tell he didn’t care one bit about the state of my apartment, but he was humoring me, and I appreciated it.

  “Sure,” he said. “You know where to find me.”

  I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a slow, sensual kiss.

  “I’ll make it worth the wait,” I told him.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second,” he replied.

  I opened the door just enough to step inside. Once I’d shut the do
or behind me, I took in the scene.

  It was…bad. Baby toys were strewn here and there, and the kitchen counter and table were smattered with food stains. It one-hundred percent looked like a place where a single mom and her baby lived.

  I realized there was only so much I could do in a couple of minutes. The first step was turning off the overhead lighting and flicking on a small lamp. That did the job of hiding the stains.

  Next, I made a mad dash to scoop up the baby toys. I gathered them all into the toy basket and shoved the thing into the nearest closet.

  After a couple more minutes of frantic cleaning, I realized that I’d done all I could. I took a breath and opened the front door.

  “Ready?” Justin asked.

  “Ready,” I said, attempting to hide the frantic rush I’d just done with a sensual smile.

  He stepped in and took a quick look at the place.

  “Cute pad,” he said.

  “You think this is nice, wait until you see the bedroom.”

  “I’d love to,” he said.

  I took him by the hand and led him toward my room, quickly shutting the door to the nursery as we passed it, a tinge of fear running through me at the idea of him getting a peek inside.

  If he saw anything, he didn’t say so. And as soon as he and I were in my bedroom, there was only one thing on either of our minds.

  We went right back into kissing, his tongue moving past my lips and exploring my mouth. I moaned as he kissed me, the intensity of his touch and his kiss almost too much to bear.

  Justin reached down and placed his hand on my inner thigh, tingles running through my body at the sensation of his just-rough-enough hands on the sensitive, soft skin. He gave the flesh a firm squeeze, another moan sounding from me.

  His hand moved up, up, inch by inch. Soon he was on the hem of my panties, and I grew so aroused at the anticipation of his touch that I could hardly stand.

  “Bed,” I said, only taking my lips from his for as long as it took me to speak. “Bed—now.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, another one of his smirks spreading across his lips.

  Once we were in front of my bed, my hands moved over the buttons of his dress shirt, undoing them one by one, each undone button revealing more and more of an incredible physique. His chest was sculpted and cut, his abs perfectly defined, and his shoulders round and hard.

  I couldn’t believe that this body was mine to explore for the night. But there was still one more “asset” to check out.

  Justin set on my clothes as quickly as I was on his. He reached back and pulled down the zipper of my dress, peeling the dress down to my waist and exposing the bra I wore underneath, along with the first few inches of my panties. I helped him along, shimmying my dress down my legs and stepping out of it and my heels.

  Once I was in nothing but my bra and panties, Justin stepped back and took a long look over my body. Part of me was worried that it wasn’t what it was before I had Faye, and he’d find me wanting. But the hungry expression on his face made it clear that he liked what he saw.

  “Damn,” he said softly. “You’re incredible.”

  That Justin would find me this attractive just a few months after I’d given birth was something I had a hard time processing. I was thrilled and overjoyed and, most importantly, completely turned on. I was more than ready to lose myself in the pleasure his hungry eyes promised.

  Justin closed the distance between us and leaned down, placing his lips on mine. His kiss lingered there for a time before moving across my now-red cheek, then along my jaw, then down the slope of my neck. The feeling was like heaven, my entire body breaking out into goosebumps.

  I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed along my shoulder, then worked on the clasp of my bra, quickly undoing it, my ample breasts falling out. He teased my nipples lightly, the pink circles turning hard in his mouth.

  At the same time, he caressed me lightly through my panties, then hooked his right thumb into the waistband and pulled them down. Now I was completely nude before him, ready for whatever he had in mind.

  But first, I needed him to be as naked as I was.

  I went to work on his belt and button and zipper, undoing them as quickly and deftly as he’d undone my bra and gotten me out of my dress. Once his pants were down, he stepped out of his shoes and socks and was soon in nothing but his black boxer-briefs, his manhood straining hard against them.

  The sight of his erect member through his underwear pushed me to a new height of arousal. I needed him even more. My hands moved down the hard lines of his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, then down under into his underwear.

  I gasped as I took hold of him, his manhood warm and solid and stiff. I began stroking him as he took off his underwear, moving my fingers over his length and end. Justin let out a soft growl of pleasure as I stimulated him.

  “Okay,” he said, shivers of pleasure running through his body as I stroked him. “I need you on the bed—and pronto.”

  I smirked. “Yes, sir,” I said, taking one hand off of him and giving him a playful salute.

  He grinned at this before placing his hands on my hips and effortlessly lifting me up off the ground. I don’t quite know why, but I loved how he held me, taking me off my feet and placing me onto the bed.

  Once on my back, he crawled on top of me, his manhood hanging stiff and straight, pointed right at where I wanted it.

  He leaned down and kissed me more, my skin flushed and tingling.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “So ready,” I said.

  He reached down and grabbed onto his length, pressing the end against my lips. I was more than eager for him to be inside of me, and with a slow driving of his hips, he was.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as he entered me.

  He pushed deeper and deeper into me, my wetness affording him an easy entrance. Soon he was buried to the hilt. The feeling was like nothing else—almost as though he was perfectly made for me.

  Justin pulled back and drove into me slowly again. The pleasure was so right-away intense that I could hardly think straight. All I could do was grab onto the wide span of his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips and hold on for dear life.

  His thrusting quickly picked up in speed, and it wasn’t long before I was on the verge of orgasm. Justin grunted hard, his gorgeous face a mixture of pleasure and concentration. He was something else—beautiful and strong and exactly what I’d wanted. At least, for tonight.

  A pulsing orgasm broke loose through my body, and I let out a shriek as the pleasure rushed through me, the feeling so intense that I was almost certain I was going to melt right then and there.

  Justin was next, and I could tell by the look on his face right when he passed the point of no return. Once he was done, he collapsed at my side, holding me close.

  “Thanks,” I said, once I’d finally caught my breath.

  He chuckled drily. “Not what I expected you to say, but thanks to you, too.”

  “Not just for that,” I said, laughing lightly. “I meant for tonight.”

  His smirk turned in a smile that was warmer, more sincere.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Sure.”

  “Seriously. The last few months have been…crazy, to say the least. A night out with a guy like you was exactly what I needed.”

  “And you weren’t such bad company yourself,” he said before planting a kiss on my forehead.

  I was done. The excitement of the night caught up to me, and I was so comfortable and warm in Justin’s arms that I soon fell asleep, a big smile on my face.

  Chapter 6

  Justin

  I woke up with a feeling of contentment that I hadn’t known in as long as I could remember. And that was before I glanced over and saw the beautiful girl curled up at my side.

  Memories of the night before came back to me in that scattered way they often did after a night of fun and drinking, and a smile spread across my face as I thought back over my date
with Heather.

  She was still sleeping, and I took the chance to drink in how gorgeous she was. Her long, strawberry-blond hair draped across my chest, her adorable face of a pert, button nose and full, sensual lips rested on me, a slight smile playing on her features. I wondered if, even in her sleep, she was as happy as I was.

  And her body was something else. Heather’s figure was about as perfect as they came. One of her shapely legs rested across my waist, her full, round breasts were like magnets for the eyes. She was stunning, which made her shyness even more noteworthy—a girl as beautiful as she should feel like she could take over the world.

  After a few moments of me admiring her, Heather’s eyes opened slowly, her sparkling, mint-green irises even more striking in the morning light that poured in through the bedroom windows.

  When she saw that I was there, her slight smile spread even further. She must’ve had the same realization that I did when I woke up. She stretched out her willowy arms and brought in a big yawn before turning her gaze back to me.

  “Morning,” she said, her voice charmingly sleepy.

  “Morning,” I said right back to her.

  I couldn’t help myself. I curled my arm around her and brought her in for a slow, deep kiss. She tasted just as heavenly as she did last night. When I took my lips from hers, she gave me a gorgeous, broad smile.

  “Last night was fun,” she said.

  “That it was,” I said. “Regretting not going to your party?”

  “Not even a little,” she said, rolling over and grabbing her phone from the nightstand, glancing briefly at the screen. “I sent a text to my friend after we left the liquor store, saying that I couldn’t make it,” she said, running her hand through her thick hair. “But no text back. They must have been too busy partying to miss me, I guess.”

  She clicked off her screen and tossed the phone onto the bed before laying her head back on my chest.

  “So,” I said, my hand moving slowly over the soft curves of her hips. “What does Saturday have in store for you?”