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chuckled.   “When I’m not traveling for
work.”   His hand still had a hold
on hers and he entwined their fingers as he started walking towards the large
wooden front door.   He knocked on the
driver’s side window when they passed, and the car started to pull away.  
    “It’s
beautiful.”   Growing up, both her parents
worked their asses off as school teachers just to make the payments on their
small ranch-styled house and cars.   She
had to take out school loans for college and law school.   Even with all the money she made the first
several years with Barnes and Simon, she never imagined she’d ever be able to
afford a house like this.
    “It’s just a
house,” John said lightly.   He unlocked
the front door and held it open so she could walk through.  
    “This is more than
just a house,” Elizabeth said, looking around at her surroundings.   The foyer was small with dark hardwood floors and cream colored
walls.   A teal-painted console table
stood flush against the right wall.   It
looked worn… exactly like something one would find in a coastal home.   A round mirror hung over the table and a vase
of fresh Gerber daisies in bright pink and orange sat in the center of the
table.   “Did you build this house?” she
asked, looking at him.   Though she knew
little about him, she did know he ran his own construction company.
    “Yes, I did,” he
said proudly.   “I had my architect friend
design it and then I built it… with some help from my contractor friends, of
course.”   He smiled at her and she felt
her knees weaken just a bit.   He had a
smile that could turn her into a puddle of lust and desire in an instant.   The air was charged between them.   She could feel the electricity all but
crackle against her skin.   She had never
experienced anything like John Dorsey.
    Elizabeth noticed the hardwood stairs to the left that clearly led to the
second level, but John pulled her towards a white door straight in front of
them.   He opened the door and Elizabeth ’s mouth fell
open.
    “Your house has an
elevator?” she asked.   Her eyes once
again were saucers.  
    “Yes,” he
laughed.   “I rarely use it.   I usually take the stairs, but I’m taking you
straight to the third floor.”   He pulled
her into the elevator and closed the door and the gate before pressing the
button to go up.   Just as the elevator
started to move upwards, John pinned her against the wall.   She dropped her purse on the elevator floor.   His thumb caressed her cheek, then her bottom
lip before lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes.  
    “I know I promised
you dinner, and I will keep that promise.   But I need to be inside you, Elizabeth.   I don’t know why I feel this so desperately, but I do.   I need to feel that tight little pussy
wrapped around my cock.   I need to feel
you come all over me.”   He pressed his pelvis
against her as his lips came down hard on her mouth.   Elizabeth whimpered at his words and at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her
abdomen.   God, she wanted fuck him.   His tongue flicked across the seam of her
lips, which parted easily to allow him access to her mouth.   Pushing into her mouth, his tongue danced
with hers.   His hand weaved into her hair
and pulled her head to the side, so his lips could kiss their way down the side
of her neck, nipping at her flesh.   Her
head fell back against the elevator wall as her hands slid down the front of
his chest and started unbuttoning his white shirt.   Once unbuttoned, she slid her hands up his chiseled
abdomen and over his smooth chest.   A
groan tore from his lips.
    “Don’t take your
hands off me,” he growled.   His lips came
back to hers.   He sucked her bottom lip
into his mouth before biting down on it.   His tongue flicked where he bit to soothe the sting.   Then, he bit her again.   Elizabeth couldn’t control the sounds escaping her.   His hands began to work feverishly