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want to fuck you,” he
continued.“And I have a condom on. You can feel it if you want to.” He brought
her hand forward to prove his point.
    His cock was large, rock
hard in arousal, and covered by a condom. He was big; bigger than Mitch by a
long shot.
    “Tell me you want it,” he
urged. “I won’t fuck you unless you want it.”
    “I do,” she managed. A
second later, he turned her around and bent her back over the dryer. She felt
the swollen head of his cock at her opening and she grabbed a breath as he
pushed into her.
    He didn’t have to hold her
wrists, she had grabbed the dryer, her knuckles white with tension.
    It was too much, she
thought as he filled her. No, it was almost too much, she realized as he
withdrew. No, it was too much. She went back and forth with every thrust. She
almost could not take it, and yet she did and wanted it again. It made no sense
and it made perfect sense.
    “I’m going to c-come,” he
stammered aloud. It was the first thing he had said full voice. The next
moment, he grunted as a powerful release gripped his body.
    When he recovered his
breath, he realized how little strength he had left. And she hadn’t come, which
would not do. He knocked her clothes to the floor, sat on them and pulled her
onto his lap, supporting her upper back and forcing his hand between her legs.
“Now, you’ll come,” he said, again in a whisper. His fingers entered her
aggressively and with great purpose. Watching her carefully, he probed until he
felt the magic spot and heard her breath catch. He worked it until she screamed
and came in a series of spasms. Afterwards, he held her, cradling her body in
his arms and pressing kisses to her temple.
    Her first muffled sob took
him by surprise and he had to study her to make sure of what he heard. She was
crying. “What is it?”
    She shook her head, unable
to speak, not just because her throat was tight with emotion. She didn’t know
why she was crying. She didn’t know why this man was doing what he was or why
it was opening such a gulf of need in her. His touch was so perfect.
    “Jenny, what is it?”
    Why did he whisper all the
time? Was it because he feared that she’d recognize his voice and know who he
was? She’d jotted down every man in the building and considered each of them
carefully. There were only three or four she thought it could possibly be, and
he didn’t sound like any of them.
    “What is it, baby?” he
pursued.
    The endearment and the way
he held her did not help to stop her from blubbering. Mitch had never held her
and loved her with such tenderness. No man had. “I w-want to know who you are,”
she blurted, ending with a hiccup. “W-why won’t you t-tell me?”
    He reached for her
sweatshirt and wiped her nose, then kissed her forehead. “I have my reasons.”
    “W-will you ever t-tell
me?”
    “Stop crying.”
    She shook her head, unable
to.
    “I’ll explain when you stop
crying.”
    She took a deep, ragged
breath and tried to pull herself together.
    “I want to tell you,” he
whispered.“But I can’t. Not yet.”
    “Then w-when?” She sniffed.
    “Christmas.” He hadn’t
planned it; it just came out, almost of its own volition. He was committed now.
He would only have a few weeks to enjoy her. “It will be my Christmas present
to you.”
    “C-can I at least know your
name? Your first name? You seem to know everything about me.”
    He smiled.“I don’t know
everything about you. I wish I did.”
    She frowned. “Don’t you get
tired of whispering?”
    “It’s time for me to go.”
She shook her head, not wanting him to go, and he was so touched, he felt lit
up inside. He kissed her again.
    “Just tell me why,” she
begged, clutching his arm. It was hard and lean. “Why can’t you tell me?”
    “There’s a reason,” he
repeated. “That’s all I can say now.”
    “All you can whisper now,
you mean.”
    She’d finally stopped
crying. In fact, she was frowning again; he could tell by the