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  I melt against him and soak in the warmth that’s radiating through me. I spend the next half an hour telling him my tale of woe. I lay it all out for him and don’t spare any of the ugly, embarrassing details. I even tell him about the fact that my father managed to accrue a mountain of debt because of his gambling – something I’m still trying to pay down.

  Through it all, Sawyer listens to my every word, never interrupting, never scoffing, and best of all, ever judging me. He just – listens. And when I’m done, I feel somehow unburdened. My heart is lighter and freer than it’s been in what seems like forever.

  And all I can do is smile at him.

  “Anyway, things are difficult at the moment, but I’ll get through it,” I murmur. “I’ll figure it out.”

  “I can help, Berlin. I’d be more than glad to help.” His voice is soft. “You’re not alone in this.”

  I shake my head. “It’s okay, Sawyer. I’ll get through it. I’ve been in tough spots before,” I say. “This is no different.”

  “It is, though,” he replies. “The difference is that this time, I’m here for you, Berlin. I’m here to help. I want to help.”

  “I appreciate that. I really do,” I tell him. “But I’ve managed this long on my own. I’ll be okay.”

  Sawyer looks down at me. “You know, it’s not a sign of weakness to admit you need help now and then,” he says. “It’s actually a sign of strength.”

  I laugh as I look into his eyes. “You sound like a fortune cookie,” I giggle. “Or a self-help book.”

  “You know, you’re not nearly as good at deflecting as you think you are,” he grins.

  “Sure I am. I’m actually pretty brilliant at it,” I tease. “You’re just not very good at letting me deflect.”

  “Let me talk to your super,” he replies. “I can talk to him and convince –”

  I shake my head vigorously. “Oh no. I appreciate it, but I’m not letting you anywhere near my super. I know better than that.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  I laugh. “It means I know you’ve got a temper. And believe me, Lou will push your buttons,” I argue. “The last thing I want is to get tossed out on the street because you beat Lou’s ass. Not that I would mind seeing Lou get his ass beat but – no. Just no.”

  “Fine,” he responds. “Then let me get you caught up. I can help with some of the bills –”

  “The only thing I want you to do less than speaking with Lou, is paying my bills,” I retort. “Not to sound like a cliché, but I’m not that kind of girl.”

  “What kind of girl is that?”

  “The kind of girl who doesn’t pay her own way,” I fire back. “Or who relies on anybody else to pay her bills.”

  He nods. “I can respect that,” he says. “But there’s nothing wrong with the kind of girl who accepts a helping hand now and then.”

  “We can go around and around all day, but my answer’s not going to change,” I stand firm. “Now, we can keep bickering, or we can just enjoy the rest of our time together.”

  Sawyer gives me a cock-eyed stare and a wry grin. “Cheap shot.”

  “But a winning one.”

  “I’ll let you slide this time,” he says. “Only because winning is such an uncommon feeling for you Isles fans.”

  The laughter bursts from my throat. I slap his shoulder again, and just like that, the awkwardness I’ve been feeling since I first saw Sawyer standing in the doorway to my office vanishes. It’s not long before we’re laughing and joking together. I feel at ease with him again – or rather, at ease within myself.

  I haven’t felt this comfortable around a man in forever – nor have I ever felt this close to one. Ever. I feel like I can tell Sawyer anything – and want to tell him everything. It’s almost like he’s cast a magic spell on me or something. I don’t understand it, but that doesn’t make it any less real.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “For what?”

  “For getting me out of that office for one thing. It’s done wonders for my head,” I smile. “And for being so easy to talk to.”

  “I meant it when I said you weren’t alone.”

  I take his hand and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles as I look him in the eye. His expression is sincere – he really means what he’s saying. He wants to be here for me. Wants to help me. But I accept help about as well as I take compliments. Still, knowing he is here for me means a lot.

  “There’s no sense in going back to the office at this point,” I announce. “But I should probably get home. I need to see to my dad.”

  He nods. “Of course. Let me give you a lift home.”

  “I appreciate that. “

  Leaning against him with his arm wrapped around my waist, we walk back to the parking lot as the first light droplets of rain begin to fall.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sawyer

  The feel of her warm body pressed to mine as we walk feels nice. Better than nice, actually. The easy companionship and that electric chemistry between us lights me up inside in ways I’ve never felt before. In ways I never knew I could. Berlin has awakened something inside of me I wasn’t expecting. But I’ve realized that now that it’s out, I don’t want this ride to end. In fact, I want it to keep growing.

  We get to my car as a light spatter of rain begins to fall, and I revel in the feeling of the cool air and mist falling on my upturned face. I have to say; this day has turned out pretty well. But as I look at Berlin, at the way her business skirt hugs her hips and her full breasts strain at the fabric of her blouse, I realize just how much better this day can be.

  “Today’s been wonderful,” Berlin turns to me with a smile. “I really appreciate you listening to me today.”

  “Of course,” I nod, feeling my cock stirring in my slacks.

  My eyes slide up and down her body – it’s like an involuntary reaction – and I lick my lips in anticipation. Berlin’s eyes sparkle, and she’s got a mischievous grin on her lips.

  “I don’t have to be psychic to see where your mind is at,” she says. “And let me just tell you –”

  I cut her off by pushing her against the passenger side of my car, pinning her with my body as my mouth finds hers. Her voice is muffled as I slide my tongue past her lips. Her body is so firm and soft at the same time, which enflames my passion. She mock-struggles to break my grip but then melts into me, kissing me back just as hard. My cock is rigid, and I press it against her, letting her feel just how aroused I am, and she murmurs into my mouth.

  “You naughty boy,” she gasps, a dazed grin on her face. “I was just about to tell you we weren’t going to do this today.”

  “Oh, well we can stop if you’d like.”

  “Shut up and kiss me,” she smiles.

  I kiss her again and feel Berlin pressing her body against mine. I slide my hands up her blouse, cupping her breasts, and circle her stiff nipples with my thumb. Her moan is a soft murmur as her body stiffens beneath my touch. She grinds herself against me. The friction of her rubbing against my cock sends waves of pleasure rolling through me. My passion is rising, and my body is growing taut with excitement. I have to have her. Now.

  Reaching my hand into my pocket, I hit the button on the remote to disengage the alarm and unlock the doors. Our tongues are swirling together in her mouth as I reach behind her and open the door. My breathing ragged, I slide into the back seat and pull Berlin in with me – suddenly thankful I’d thought to drive the Range Rover today. I pull her to me, and she straddles my lap, immediately starting to grind herself against me. I fumble with the handle to pull the door shut behind us, locking us away behind the darkly tinted glass.

  She pulls away from me to catch her breath. “Sawyer, I don’t know if we should be doing this. What if somebody sees us?”

  I slide my hand down between her thighs and find her panties soaking wet – as I knew they would be – and feel the salacious smile spreading across my face. She gasps as I touch her
through the thin fabric and writhes against my hand. Throwing her head back, she closes her eyes and moans softly.

  “You were saying?”

  She grins, an expression of near rapture on her face as I slide my fingers beneath her panties and slide them along lips that are slick with her juices. I cut my eyes around the parking lot, though, and they fall on a blue van at the far end, well away from us. There doesn’t seem to be anybody in it, so I ignore it and return my focus to Berlin. I admit, since this section of the park seemed deserted, I didn’t think about anybody seeing us before. But now that we’re in the middle of this, there is no way in hell I’m going to stop. My desire for her is overflowing, and my body is begging for release.

  I plunge my two fingers inside of her, and Berlin’s pussy is so wet, they glide right in, making her gasp out loud. Her eyes are wide, and she’s chewing on her bottom lip as I pump my fingers into her. Berlin locks her eyes onto mine and digs her nails into my shoulders as she grinds herself down on my hand, taking my fingers into her even deeper. Her cheeks flush and her lips part, a breathy moan escaping her.

  I pierce her pussy with my fingers harder, and Berlin moans deeply, moving against me in a rhythm. Her grip on my shoulders tightens, and I feel her body stiffen as I reach even deeper inside of her. Berlin’s mouth crashes against mine, and she forces her tongue against mine, her kissing frenzied as her body tightens, and her pussy clenches around my fingers. With one last hard drive, she cries out; her voice muffled against my mouth. Her whole body starts trembling as she comes on my hand.

  Slowly, her body seems to relax, and she sits up, looking down at me with a smile on her face. I withdraw my hand, and as she watches, I slip my fingers into my mouth, savoring the taste of her juices. There is a look of hunger in her eyes – a deep burning desire that matches the fire between her thighs.

  “Delicious,” I murmur.

  Berlin reaches down, quickly unhooking my belt and getting my zipper down with a lot more ease than the last time we were together, and I flash her a smile.

  “Been practicing?” I ask.

  “Shut up and fuck me already,” she moans.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  I raise my hips and slide my pants down enough that my cock springs free. Berlin’s eyes shine with lust as she reaches down and takes my cock in her hand, giving it a couple of slow, hard strokes. I quickly unbutton and open her blouse, pulling her bra down enough that her breasts spill out into my hands. My mouth and tongue find them instantly, and she groans as I tease one nipple with my mouth and the other with my hand.

  She squeezes my cock tight, drawing a gasp from me as the tip of her tongue circles her lips languidly. Berlin raises her head and locks eyes with me again as she raises herself up and brushes the head of my cock against her slick, swollen lips. We both moan in unison as the head of my rod slides between her velvety folds, slipping further into the snug warmth of her wetness.

  Gripping my shoulders again, Berlin starts to ride me, rising and falling on my thick, rigid staff. She’s slow and tentative at first, her movements hesitant as if she’s uncertain of herself. But she has no need to be. The feeling is incredible.

  I slide my hands beneath her skirt and cup her ass, squeezing it tight, and give it a firm smack. She yelps and grins at me. I start to help her move, guiding her up and down on my cock, showing her how to fuck me.

  It’s not long before she’s rolling her hips and grinding her pussy against me hard and fast. I draw in a sharp breath as she bites my neck at the same moment she sinks her nails into my shoulders. But the feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock as she impales herself on my dick is just too good. My entire body is humming with erotic energy, and with each thrust of her pussy on me, she brings me closer to the brink.

  She kisses me again, rolling her hips even harder than before, fucking me with a breathtaking intensity. Her tongue dashes against mine, and a small squeal bursts from her throat. That’s followed by a loud, lusty scream as she throws her head back. I press my fingers hard into Berlin’s hips to keep her upright as she thrashes wildly on top of me, caught in the grips of what looks like the most intense orgasm of her life. Her cries fill the confines of my car, and I have no doubt if anybody was standing out in the parking lot, they’d be able to hear her too.

  It takes a couple of minutes for her body to stop shaking and for her breathing to return to normal. When she turns her eyes to me, they glimmer with a fevered light, and the smile on her full lips looks almost maniacal. She leans forward and bites my earlobe.

  “Your turn,” she whispers.

  Her nails still digging into my shoulders, she starts to roll her hips again. Her movements are slow and deliberate – it’s as if she’s gaining confidence in her sexual abilities by the second. There’s a flirty smile on her lips as she rides me in a smooth, steady rhythm.

  Grabbing the back of my head, she shoves my face into her breasts. I greedily suck and knead them, reveling in the feel of her perfectly soft skin. Berlin grinds herself against me, taking my cock deep into her, and she gasps. I can feel my body tightening as she grips me with her pussy, sliding up and down my shaft in smooth, deliberate motions.

  I press my fingers hard into her ass, and then as I look directly into her eyes, I slap it hard. A small yelp passes her lips, and she squirms on top of me, but she starts to move faster, impaling herself on my cock harder. Berlin starts to thrust herself up and down faster, fucking me with zeal.

  My breathing is becoming labored. I feel my body tightening as she fucks me. Berlin pounds herself up and down on me like she’s got something to prove. We’re both panting, moaning, and I’m hurtling toward the edge, unable to stop.

  A moment later, I cry out as I feel my cock pulse and then explode inside of her. Berlin buries her face in my neck, her loud moans lost in my flesh as my body twitches, and I fill her up with my come. We cling to each other for several long moments, the tightness of her pussy milking every last drop of come from me.

  Slowly, we come back to ourselves, and she leans down, giving me a soft, tender kiss. I pull her to me in a warm embrace for a moment before she slides off my lap. We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds before we start laughing for no discernible reason. A feeling of warmth envelopes us both as this bond that’s been building between us grows stronger – it’s something neither of us can deny.

  “I – I should get home,” she finally breaks the silence.

  “Absolutely. What about your car?”

  “It’s okay. I’ll take an Uber in the morning.”

  She opens the door and climbs out of the back. I see her take a quick glance around; pensiveness etched upon her face. I slide out after her and see nobody around. It looks as deserted as it did when we climbed into the back seat, so we both do our best to put ourselves back together. Berlin hides behind the open car door to adjust her panties, then smooths out her skirt and tries to do the same with her hair – something that makes me laugh. She slaps me on the chest but grins.

  “Shut up. This is your fault,” she says.

  “I apologize.”

  She leans into me and gives me a kiss, then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “It’s okay.”

  Finally put back together sufficiently, I hold the door open and let her climb into the passenger seat, then walk around and slide behind the wheel. Our journey is mostly silent but still warm and companionable. Half an hour later, I pull to a stop in front of her building – which has definitely seen better days. It’s not a tenement by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly looks – worn.

  As if embarrassed by where she lives, Berlin looks away from me and quickly throws open the door. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and climbs out.

  “I – I’ll call you,” she promises. “Soon.”

  I nod. “If not, I’ll just show up at your office again.”

  She gives me a smile as she closes the car door and practically sprints into her building without a backward glance. I�
�m about to pull away from the curb when an idea strikes me. I look at the doorway of her building again and weigh the pros and cons in my mind.

  Coming to the conclusion that sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, I shut off the engine and climb out of my car.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Berlin

  The fact that the elevator is actually working makes me believe today is going to be one of those rare, good days when things are going to go my way. It’s been a few days since I saw Sawyer, but I’m still wrapped up in those warm feelings he inspires in me – not to mention the small, delicious aches inside of me.

  I still can’t believe I had sex with him in his car. I hadn’t intended to have sex with him at all that day. But Sawyer has such a force of personality and just oozes sex appeal from his every pore that I couldn’t stop myself. I’m just drawn to and desire him in ways I can’t explain – ways that have made me abandon my long-held virginity with barely a second thought.

  Not to be cliché or anything, but Sawyer has absolutely rocked my world. He’s so commanding that he gets me wet in the blink of an eye. I’ve never thought of myself as a submissive sort of woman, but I’m happy to give over that control to him – at least, if only in the bedroom. But the way he takes charge and has his way with me is sexy as hell.

  Sawyer makes me feel so amazing. He makes me feel desired. Wanted. When Sawyer looks at me, I feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Maybe the only woman on the planet. All I know is that I’ve never felt the way I do with Sawyer – like a sexual being.

  I know I had some initial misgivings after the first time we slept together. I admit that I had a small freak out about it. But as I’ve gotten to know Sawyer, as my feelings for him have developed, any lingering regrets or misgivings have faded away.

  When the elevator doors slide open, the smile on my face falls away. Lou is in the lobby applying a coat of paint to a section of wall that’s needed it for the last year or so. I guess I should be pleased he’s doing it at all. I step out of the elevator and stride toward the front door as Lou puts his paintbrush down in the tray and pulls a rag out of his pocket, wiping his hands as he turns to me.