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glanced to her face. “Janice, you have beautiful legs.”
    A blush spread over her face that wasn’t from the wine. “Thanks.”
    His hand continued moving. To her knee. Over her knee. He stopped. Looking into her eyes, he knew. She didn’t mind what he was doing at all. In fact, she was taking little breaths in and out of her mouth as she watched his hand glide over her leg. Was she getting excited? “Janice?”
    “What?” She could barely breathe out.
    “Should we have dessert?”
    “Dessert?” She looked him in the eyes with the cool, dark water of hers. “I love dessert. I loved it earlier and I’ll love it now.”
    Antonio raised his eyebrows. “Then give me a minute and I’ll get some.” Taking his hand from her leg, he rose from his seat. His cock was pressing hard against his pants and he knew why. He wanted her. Wanted her in a way he hadn’t felt in months. Moving to the front door, he unlocked it and went outside.
    People were everywhere. The bar across the street was starting to fill up on their outside patio. Normally he would be interested in this part of East Village after dark. Hanging at a bar here was great fun and he’d done it before. Now he seldom left his basement apartment in Queens at night due to funds. He found it hard to believe he was still over here in Manhattan, after work, and with a fashion designer no less. Not a famous one, but it didn’t matter. She probably wouldn’t have been so friendly to him if she was. Out-of-work actors in New York City were all over the place. It was amazing that he had even met her. What was even more amazing was that they seemed to have a connection.
    Antonio could feel the excitement building as he hurried to his truck. Ice cream, He’d take it back in multiples to her. Didn’t know what they’d be doing with it, didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted to share it with her. Pull it in and out of her mouth like he had done earlier, but with a difference. This time his mouth would be in tune with hers. Eating the ice cream and kissing her, watching as she took quick breaths of excitement. He could see it in his mind. Their tongues would be in sync, their bodies ready for serious action. If it progressed to something else like earlier, he wouldn’t mind. He didn’t care that Janice was older than him. He’d make love to her with everything he had. But would she mind him sliding his twenty-seven year old cock inside of her? He certainly hoped not, because that’s what he wanted to do. With those wonderful thoughts in mind, he entered his truck and took out three different kinds of ice cream.
    As he walked back into her shop, she had already poured them another glass of wine. She sat at her desk with arms and legs crossed.
    “What did you bring this time, ice cream man?” She smiled.
    Whether her confidence was coming from the wine or not didn’t matter to Antonio. They were both on the same wavelength.
    He threw the three choices on her desk and lifted his eyebrows. “We have a cherry Popsicle, a snow cone and an orange sherbet push-up.”
    She put a finger to her lips and traced them with a finger. “Hmm. How about the push-up?”
    Antonio nodded. He moved one side of his curly hair over his ears and sat down closely to Janice. Slowly peeling the white top off the orange sherbet, he leaned over and put it near her mouth. “Have a taste.”
    Sticking out her tongue, she twirled it around the top of the cold push-up. Round and round. Antonio watched her mouth carefully. A repeat six hours later from the first one. As her pink tongue jutted out from the full lips he knew he needed to be in on this action. He stared into her eyes. They seemed to dance back at him, teasing him. Good . She was a woman ready to play.
    “Janice,” he whispered, as he leaned closer, “give me a taste.”
    Putting his face closer to hers, he stuck out his tongue and licked over the top of the ice cream. She followed suit. The second time Antonio