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Carefully, I extracted my hand from Zane

s.

We
can

t do this.

I stared at him, my heart heavy.

I can

t
do anything to compromise your therapy. You know as well as I do that you aren

t to get involved in any new
relationships for a year.


This
isn

t a new relationship,

he countered, slipping his hand
back into mine.

It

s
an old one, and it

s one I need to fix. If it

s the last thing I do with my life,
I need to fix this. It

s the only thing that ever really
mattered to me.

His words touched me, but I couldn

t accept them.

I took an oath, a vow, to never do
anything that would harm one of my patients.


You
aren

t harming me. You

re helping me to get better.
Besides, all my therapy sessions have been focused on how I need to set things
from my past straight again. Dr. Wilson doesn

t
know it

s you we are talking about, but he

s constantly encouraging me to make
amends with you as part of my therapy.


Really?

I didn

t know why that gave me hope.


Really.

His eyes dropped to my lips.

Tell me what I can do to make
things right with you. I

ll do anything you ask, just say
you won

t leave me.

Leaning closer, his hand cupped my
chin, sending little sparks racing through me.

Sometimes
when I

m with you, I

m afraid I

m going to wake up and find out
this is a dream and you aren

t really here. I have this
terrified feeling that I

m stuck in some sort of
hallucination.

His thumb traced my lips.

If I am hallucinating, I don

t ever want to wake up.

His lips captured mine, and I moaned. Unable to help
myself, I leaned into his embrace, like a camel starved for water. I wanted to
drink my fill of him, store it, and keep it so I could take it out for a rainy
day and imagine it all over again.

He gathered me into his arms, and I realized they were
still strong and muscular, though bigger around than the last time I

d been in them, but they still felt
the same

like home.

Parting my lips, I allowed his tongue to sweep inside,
and he groaned, as he leaned into me harder. I couldn

t get close enough. I wanted my
body pressed against every inch of him. My fingers ached to trail the planes
and ridges of his body the way they used to. I wanted to know him again

in every sense of the word.

Breaking away, I pushed back, distancing myself from
him.

Zane.

My
voice was trembling heavily.

I can

t
do this. Not yet. We need to talk about some things first.

Sighing heavily, he released me, but took my hand
again.

We

re
combustible, you and I.


I
know. We always were.

Silence fell between us for a few moments.


What
do you want to talk about?


How
close are we to your house? I don

t want to be interrupted.

He glanced out the window.

We

re
almost there.

I was surprised at his declaration because we were in
the middle of downtown, skyscrapers towering over us. He pointed to one of the
tall glass buildings.


I
live in the penthouse.

The penthouse. Why was I surprised?


I

ve never been in a penthouse,

I said, feeling a little excited
over the prospect of getting to see where he actually lived. You could tell so
much about a person by how they lived in their personal space

and I was definitely anxious to see
his.

The car paused in front of a gate and a guard waved us
through, securing the gate behind us. The limo pulled up in front of an
elevator and parked.


We

re here,

Zane said smiling. He didn

t wait for the driver to get out
and open the door, instead doing it himself and then offering me a hand as he
helped me out. Taking out his wallet, he removed a special key card and placed
it in a slot at the elevator.


Let
me guess, your own private entrance?

I asked.


Yep.
This elevator goes straight up to the penthouse.


I
can

t even imagine living in a place
like this, let alone having my own private elevator.

He grinned.

Wait until you see the views. You

re gonna love it!

His excitement was infectious.


I
can

t wait,

I responded, smiling back.

And I meant every single word.

“Hunting for
Cinderella! Who was Z. McCartney’s Mystery Date?”

~
Fashionista
Style Magazine
~

Chapter Twelve

Aubrey

 


Welcome
to my humble abode,

Zane said as the elevator
doors swooshed open and he guided me into his spacious apartment.

Instantly the wide-open views caught my eyes in the
floor to ceiling glass walls that made up the exterior of the fabulous space.
All around us, tall buildings twinkled in the moonlight like giants stretching
toward the sky.


Come
take a closer look,

Zane said, pulling me past the
immaculate posh living space, decorated in whites and blues, toward the giant
windows.

Isn

t
it incredible?

My eyes traveled lower, dropping to the streets
beneath us. At this time of day, the streets weren

t overly busy, but I imagined they
would be in the morning.

This is a gorgeous view of the
city,

I said, glancing in the direction
of the ocean before turning to look at Zane.


Kind
of like being on top of the world, isn

t it?

he
said, staring at me instead of the view.


It

s only fitting. The best for the
best,

I replied, returning his compliment
from earlier. I smiled and squeezed his hand.

I

m happy you

ve been so successful, Zane. Truly.


Really?
Because all I

ve ever been able to think of is
how none of this means anything without you.

Once again, his mouth descended to mine, kissing me
hotly and he backed me against the glass window. My pulse rate quickened,
especially as I realized I could feel every inch of his very hard body against
me.


Aubrey,

he whispered as he broke away,
moving his lips to my ear.

I want to peel you out of this
dress and worship every single part of your body over and over again. Please
let me. You

ve been driving me crazy all night.
I can

t stop thinking about how much I
want to be with you.

His words were like an elixir to my soul. They were
the words I

d craved to hear for ten years. Oh,
how I wanted that too

wanted to say yes more than I

d ever wanted to do anything in my
life. But I had to tell him the truth first.


I
.
 
.
 
. I can

t yet. We  .
 
.
 
. we need to talk about important
things.

I could hardly form a coherent
thought as he masterfully continued to weave his spell around me.

He pulled back slightly, staring into my eyes.

Let

s
talk about important things afterward. Please, just this once, let me love you
like I should

ve been doing all these years

like I wanted to do all these
years.

A cry escaped my lips as his words broke me, causing
tears to fall.

I want that so much, too. I just
don

t want to take advantage of the
situation. We need to talk.


Later,

he said again, pressing his mouth
back to mine.

Heat flooded through me as I wrapped my arms around
his neck, kissing him with everything I had in me. My heart pounded faster as
his hands slipped behind me, hugging me tighter, before searching out the
zipper of my dress and dragging it downward.

Mouth never leaving mine, he slipped his hands under
the straps to my gown and pushed it off my shoulders. Stepping back just enough
so that the dress fell in a puddle at my feet, he left me standing before him
dressed in only a strapless bra and matching panties.


Wow.
Look at you.

His eyes traveled over me
from head to toe.

You still have the power to render
me completely speechless.

Smiling, I reached out and pulled him back.

You seem to be talking just fine.

His lips captured mine again, his hands sliding to
either side of my face as he cradled it gently.

You
know I

m going to have bruises after
tonight, don

t you?

he whispered against my mouth.

I giggled at the odd comment, despite myself.

Why

s
that?


Because
I keep pinching myself to see if I

m dreaming.

The smile slipped from my face.

So do I, but I

m going to stop. If this is a
dream, I don

t want to wake up.


Me,
neither.

His hands slid up my body
until they found the hook of my bra. Releasing it, it fell to the floor on top
of my beautiful designer gown.

Sliding around to the front, he palmed the weight of
my breasts, bending to suck and tease my nipples. I moaned, leaning against the
window behind me for support.


I
like the changes to your body,

he said, his tongue darting
out and licking me.

Your breast are bigger, and your
hips are slightly fuller. Womanhood looks good on you.

His words both heightened what he was doing and
frightened me, as well. I was afraid he might put two and two together and
guess my secret before I had the chance to tell him. Those changes he loved so
much were because I

d given birth to his son.

My thoughts were quickly discarded though as his hands
slid lower, his thumbs hooking into my lace panties. Slowly, he pulled them
down, until they joined the rest of my clothing.

Again, he paused to stare from where he knelt in front
of me.

So beautiful.


And
yet you still seem to be fully clothed,

I reminded him.

Chuckling, he stood.

Let

s remedy that, shall we?

Immediately he shrugged out of his
jacket, letting it fall to the floor as well. Pulling off his tie, he went for
the buttons of his shirt.


Hey.
That

s my job,

I said, replacing his hands with my
own as I quickly finished what he

d started and pushed his white
shirt off his shoulders, revealing his glorious tattoo. There

d be time to observe it later.
Right now I was too impatient, my hands dropping to the belt at his waist,
undoing the buckle and unzipping his pants.

His boxer briefs were bulging and I had a moment of
panic. I

d forgotten how big he really was,
but my memories of how he

d made me feel in the past filled
my mind, sending sparks of excitement clear through my body.

He kicked off his shoes, as I continued to stare at
him.

You just gonna look at it?

he teased, chuckling.


I
forgot how big you are,

I replied honestly and he
laughed harder.


The
better to please you with, my dear.

I snorted, unable to suppress the sudden flurry of
giggles that escaped me.

Does that make me Little Red Riding
Hood?


Well,
you have been wearing that killer red dress. And if I

m being honest, it made me feel
like a big bad wolf all night. All I

ve been thinking about is the many
ways I

d like to devour you.


Hmm.
I don

t recall Red Riding Hood eating the
wolf. Do you?


What
do you mea
—”

His words stopped as I pulled his giant dick out and
knelt down, slipping my mouth over it, just like I used to do for him in the
past.


Fuck,

he groaned out, leaning forward and
bracing his hands on the window behind me. Staring up at him, I watched him
close his eyes and clench his teeth as I sucked on him heavily.

The familiar salty taste of his pre-cum filled my
mouth as it glided over the silky skin that covered the iron rod beneath, my
hand moving up and down at his thick base as I jacked the part of him my mouth
couldn

t take.

It was amazing how easily I fell back into being with
him. It was as if no time had passed and we were naturally doing the things we

d always done together.

Of course, some things had changed. While he

d had a pretty rockin

muscular body before, he was so
ripped now it looked like it had been carved out of stone. And there was the
fact that this wasn

t going to stop with a blowjob. I
was pretty sure I was about to get sufficiently fucked, and I was looking
forward to every second of it.

I had no idea what would happen after tonight, but I
was going to enjoy each moment of the time I had in his arms again. There was
no way I was passing up this gift he was offering. I

d dreamed about it for too many years.

Lifting my other hand, I fingered his balls and he
groaned loudly, reaching down to grab my hands.

Stop,
Aubrey, or you

re going to end this before it even
gets started. I

m too excited to be with you again.

Standing, I slid my hands over his chest, reading the
muscles of his body like I was a blind person and he was braille.

I understand,

I whispered.

I just want to please you.


You
always please me,

he replied gruffly, lifting
me up and pressing me back against the thick glass. I wrapped my legs around
his waist.

Babe, I can

t wait another second.

Slightly repositioning, I felt his shaft at my
entrance and I groaned as I slowly pressed my weight down on it, allowing him
to easily slide inside me.


Still
so wet,

he groaned, nipping at my neck.
Pulling back, he slammed into me hard, stretching me deep and fully. I couldn

t help my cry as my fingers bit
into his skin.

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