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index finger along my chest, lingering over my pierced nipple. She looks down to her hand and then back into my eyes. “The last of the clients just left and I’m about to head over to Duke’s for a beer. You wanna come?”
    Jesus fucking Christ, can she read my mind now? Hell yeah I want to come, in more ways than one.
    I look into her green eyes and can see a hint of mischief. Jo and I have had our share of quickies together, but it’s never been anything more than that. We agreed, while in the middle of sex, that things wouldn’t change or get weird.
    Good thing, too, because she’s always there when I need her. And after last night’s nightmare, I need her to help clear my mind tonight.
    Tossing my rubber gloves into the trash, I turn my gaze from her.
    The decision has been made, I’m going out tonight. The problem is, do I go with Jo and get laid or with Daulton and pick his drunken ass off of the floor before last call?
    This is a no brainer, my cock needs sucking.
    “Jo, let’s go!” I shout causing her to jump.
    I reach my hand out for hers and guide us out of the room and down the hallway.
    Not giving two shits about the other clowns here, I walk out the front door, needing to get out and let everything go.

    The last few beers have gone down way too smoothly and I can feel my upper lip beginning to go numb. This is a sign that I need to slow down, but for right now I’m feeling so good. With Jo to my left, I watch her intently as she goes on and on about her day at the shop.
    To be honest, I couldn’t give a shit about anything she has to say. All I can concentrate on is her mouth. With every word she speaks her lips move faster and faster. Her tongue sweeps out to lick her bottom lip, and again I can feel an uncomfortable erection beginning to form in my jeans.
    This is twice today this woman has me ready to fuck her sideways, and there’s no way I’m letting go of this sexual desire.
    Turning in the bar stool, I stand and rest my hand on top of her thigh. Without a thought she uncrosses her legs and spreads her legs just enough for me to slide in between them.
    She brings her hands up to run her fingertips along my triceps and a chill runs through my body. I watch as she looks at me with those god damn green eyes.
    We don’t have to speak; we both know what we want and what we need.
    I step back from her just enough for her to slide off the stool and up against my body.
    Tossing a twenty on the bar, I reach for her hand and escort her through the crowded bar and out to the back alley.
    She pulls me in close and I crush her body against the brick wall.
    The sexual tension—the chemistry—is coursing through my veins and I don’t want to wait another second to ram my cock into her warm pussy.
    I lean into her and capture her lips with mine. This is no sweet and soft make out session. It’s hard, urgent, and needy.
    The only things I’ve ever been able to use to clear my mind of the past are my work and sex. They’re my therapy, my cure, the release I need to free my mind from the terrors that seep into my subconscious.
    Jo pulls me in closer to her as I slide my tongue down her neck. She lets out a moan that I can feel vibrate through her chest. Her tits are pressed up firmly against my body and the warmth of her touch pushes me to take this a step further.
    I spread her legs by moving her feet apart so that she’s straddling my leg.
    My growing erection is pressing against her stomach as I devour her. I get that this may not be the most appropriate spot to be fondling her, but fuck if I care.
    I reach between her legs to find she’s without panties.
    Good god.
    I let out a moan and move my hand over her mound. She’s dripping with excitement and the thought of how wet she is for me turns me on that much more.
    This is no time to take things slow and I want to make her come before we head back to the house. My thumb caresses her clit piercing and she begins to squirm against me. She deepens