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air through his flaring nose.
    And then she pulled away. She looked up at him, pleased with herself, his cock still secured in her small hand. “If I don’t get to cum before the restaurant, you don’t, either.”
    Jack stared down at her. Her face glistened, but somehow her hair had maintained its semi-casual style. She was gorgeous. What was he doing?
    “I’m going to take a shower.” He stepped away from her. His erection slithered from her hand. “No playing yourself while I’m in there.”
    Sarah nodded, eyeing his cock. “Sure. But the same goes for you.”

Chapter 3
    Sarah drove herself to Bistro Claude’s, alone in the car with just her heartbeat singing in her ears. All those reassurances that this was “just dinner” helped a little, but her palms still got sweaty, and that hollow pit in her stomach got deeper each time she thought of David.
    David and her. Just thinking their names together set her scalp on fire. She’d been attracted to David from the first time she’d met him, although that wasn’t a surprise. He was fit with wavy brown hair that curled over his ears and came just short of his shoulders. Physically, there was nothing not to like. But it was his easy-going confidence that really got to her. David was like a younger version of Jack, complete with all that scintillating newness.
    They’d always kept their relationship a professional one. Other than in pure fantasy, Sarah had never considered cheating on Jack. Jack was the love of her life. She didn’t need anyone else.
    Hiding in the deepest recesses of her mind, though, where the thoughts that crouched there made her stomach clutch and her heart skip, was a curiosity. Jack had coaxed it out of hiding with his fantasies, and in the last month of David’s employment, it had begun to come easier to the forefront. In fact, she’d refused to go to his final happy hour for fear of what might happen. The look of hurt in David’s eyes had haunted her since.
    So here she was, driving to meet him. Alone. Even with Jack’s set-up, she could have found an excuse not to go. She could have chosen to wear jeans and a sweater instead of her dress and boots. Even her car had been a decision she’d made with a trembling heart: bring the minivan or her little Prius? The minivan would send a message, as well as reminder her who she was. The Prius kept her options open. She’d chosen the Prius.
    The plan was for Jack to go ahead of her. He’d stopped by the bistro earlier that day, after a distracted round of golf, to make sure his booth had the perfect view of theirs. Now here he was, driving back to it with blood rushing in his ears. This was the culmination. The anticipation was like every Christmas morning compounded into a single moment. By the time he walked up to the hostess, he was shaking with it.
    “Reservation for Jack Carter? Right this way.”
    Jack was so caught up in that holy-fuck-this-is-happening haze that he barely heard the hostess mumble something about a server being along shortly. The location was perfect. He wouldn’t be able to hear anything, but he’d be able to watch them without being obvious.
    David arrived just a couple minutes later and Jack pretended to review the menu as he studied. The younger man ordered a beer and thumbed at his phone as he waited. Texting Sarah, perhaps? Jack shifted.
    David had dressed in a pressed pair of brown trousers and a dark blue striped shirt. No tie, although he also didn’t have an embarrassing number of buttons undone. He was prepared for the night to go either way.
    Sarah finally arrived, looking radiant. She’d freshened up and fixed her hair, which was loose in front and pinned in back. She’d added a pair of teardrop emerald earrings that swayed with her long, confident strides. Only Jack noticed the white knuckled grip she had on her clutch bag, the only betrayal of her nearly crippling nerves. The green wrap dress was clingy enough to hint at her athletic body and