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now.”
    He won’t sleep anyway—it’s already past three and he needs to be up at five thirty to help his dad with the cows. “That’s okay.”
    “No.” She taps her pen against her lower lip for a second. Her gaze is intense. Burning. “I don’t think so. You get tomato juice.”
    “But I don’t—”
    “Juice.” She bends to whisper in his ear, but quickly and subtly.
    His friends are all so busy making noise that nobody hears her but him. Again, his dick leaps in his jeans. Reese shifts at the pressure, and Corinne looks into his lap with a knowing, secret smile that only sets him on fire even more.
    He doesn’t like tomato juice, but he drinks it anyway. The reward is another of those smiles she gives him when she comes to take away the dirty plates. And then, even better…
    “Good boy,” Corinne mouths at him as everyone else gets up, tossing crumpled and sweaty dollar bills onto the table as her tip.
    He lets everyone leave without him. Uses the bathroom, where he washes his hands and splashes cold water on his face, running wet fingers through his hair until it stands on end. His face in the mirror is pale, considering how hot his cheeks and throat still feel. His eyes are wide and have gone dark. The eyeliner is smudgy. He wipes some of it away, but not all of it. His father hates that he wears makeup to go out, but Reese thinks Corinne likes it.
    She’s waiting for him in the parking lot when he comes out, hitching his collar up around his neck.
    “You need a ride,” she says. Not a question.
    Reese nods. “Yeah, my friends, they ditched me.”
    “They didn’t ditch you. You told them to go on ahead. You wanted me to offer you a ride home again.”
    It’s his turn to smile. “You caught me.”
    Corinne laughs. Shakes her head. “Get in, then.”
    They don’t talk much on the ride. She plays the radio, low. The glow from the dash highlights the shadows under her eyes. Every so often she glances at him, and he can feel the weight of her gaze. She’s assessing him.
    Reese’s cock is so hard it actually hurts.
    Corinne doesn’t take him to her apartment, which is a disappointment. She pulls into the first few feet of the long farm lane. In the distance, he can see a light on in the farmhouse kitchen. His father. Reese’s eyes are gritty with lack of sleep, he’s coming down off the high of clubbing and he wishes desperately he’d had the coffee he’d ordered.
    She puts the car in Park.
    “You should get inside, I guess.” For a moment, Corinne peers out through the windshield, down the dark lane to the house and barn beyond. She twists a little to look at him. The fringes of her hair flutter now over her eyes. “Time to milk the cows.”
    She doesn’t sound like she’s mocking him. More like she gets it. Most people around here do. Here in the heart of Amish country, Lancaster is a city surrounded by rolling hills and lots of farms. Milton Hershey got his start here because of all the dairy farms he needed to make his chocolate, before he’d gone on to build his own town.
    “Yeah.”
    “You look tired, puppy.”
    At the endearment, a soft, low, and helpless groan trips its way past his lips. When she puts her hand on his crotch, kneading the bulge there, Reese cannot stop himself from rolling his hips into her touch. He aches. Physically aches.
    “Shhh,” Corinne whispers, though he hasn’t said anything. She leans across the center console to put her mouth next to his ear. Hot breath. The flick of her tongue on tender flesh.
    He can’t stop himself from moaning. Her hand tightens, squeezing. Almost pain. She laughs softly; the sound thrills him.
    “You wanted me to touch you,” she says against his neck.
    Reese draws in a breath. “Yes.”
    “I’ve thought about this pretty cock.” Her voice gets rough and rasping. She unzips him. Unbuttons. His cock is so rigid it springs free into her hand without effort, and at the touch of her fingers, flesh on flesh, Reese is