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uncomfortable.
    “We should talk about Scooter,” I say, and take a hasty sip of water.
    “Scooter?” One side of his mouth quirks in a crooked grin. “Please don’t think less of me, but that was a ruse to get you to agree to dinner.”
    Pleasure floods me, but I’m determined not to start grinning again like an idiot. I shake my head in faux disappointment. “You said my boyfriend had nothing to worry about.”
    For the first time, uncertainty flashes across Porter’s face. “I checked around and heard you were single,” he says. “It must be a new relationship, then?”
    “No, no boyfriend,” I say far too quickly. Damn. I really have no game. Then I process what Porter just admitted. “You checked around?”
    He shrugs. “I wanted to know. Actually, I assumed you were seeing someone, but you aren’t wearing a ring, so I figured it must not be that serious.”
    I’m flattered by the things he’s saying, and I’m dying to ask him why. Why me? Is he just horny? Bored?
    Or does he actually like me? Does he count the brief time we were close as important? If so, why did he say it wasn’t a good idea to go out with me?
    And does he know it was me outside the theater that night?
    “You’ve never been married?” he asks, pulling me back into the conversation.
    I shake my head. “I dated one of the other instructors for a bit, but he wanted to go to Jackson Hole, and I wanted to stay here, so we broke up.” I twirl the stem of my empty wine glass. “That’s your cue to say he was a fucking idiot.”
    “I didn’t realize I needed to state the obvious. You know what I thought when I saw you yesterday? My first thought? Finally .”
    “Finally?”
    He leans forward. “When we first met, when we were hanging out all the time, I thought we were…” He trails off, then grins. “Now I wish I were drunk so I wouldn’t feel stupid admitting this, but it was a long time ago, and we were young, inexperienced. At least, I was.”
    Sliding my arms on the table, I prop my head in my hands. “Please tell me,” I plead.
    A strange look crosses his face. “Ask again.”
    I frown, then decide he’s playing a game. “I would love it if you would please tell me the thing you don’t want to admit.”
    “That’s unimportant. I need to tell you something else.” The look on his face tells me he’s not joking.
    That makes me sit up straight and pull my arms in like a chill has come into the room. “What is it?”
    “Adult things. Perhaps it’s better if I show you.” He stands and holds out his hand.
    Even though I’m a little worried, I don’t hesitate to place my hand in his. This is Porter, and even though I barely knew him years ago, I understood him. He’s changed, but he’s the same.
    Anyway, I think I know what he wants to show me. Gathering my courage, I ask, “You’re into handcuffs and whips and all that, aren’t you?”
    He spins me around, pushes me up against a wall. His body pins me in place. My heart pounds in my chest, and it’s not because I’m afraid.
    Through our clothes, I can feel the outline of his erect cock.
    Porter’s cock.
    I’ve fantasized about it plenty. Well, not his cock specifically, but what he can do with it…
    His hand slides under my blouse, and his fingers brush across the small of my back. Then he’s moving down, greedily grabbing.
    I gasp, my arms coming up to circle around his neck, to meet his kiss. This one doesn’t start off sweet. There’s hunger there, his and mine. I pulse my hips against the hardness in his pants, and I can tell he’s big, thick.
    It’s what I wanted, but I didn’t dare hope. It wouldn’t have been a deal breaker.
    I’m smiling with a mix of triumph and anticipation, which makes it impossible to kiss Porter back.
    He’s pulling my leg up, his warm hands on my bare thigh, and then his bulge is pressing right against my pussy, with nothing but a few thin layers of clothes between us. My entire body shudders, then begins to