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there was a part of her she held in reserve, as if she was always on edge. Now, weeks later, he couldn’t remember what they talked about, only that he did most of the talking, answering her questions about his childhood, schooling, and failed marriage. While it was never said, he felt she also knew about his occasional lust for another man. It didn’t seem to matter. By the time he was on the ferry heading back to the mainland, he realized he knew nothing more about the position, only that she’d be in touch.
    The third time he visited, Wyatt gave him an insider’s tour of the laboratories and other research facilities. While he was never invited into any of the spaces, it was the first time he’d been allowed inside those buildings. They lunched with Lila who wore a black silk shirt over slim black pants with four-inch heels and a wildly patterned and colored scarf around her throat, the edges floating behind her to her knees. Again, they were all polite but a bit reserved. He asked what he thought were appropriate questions, especially about time frames for projects and the staff he’d oversee. He left on the evening ferry, full with employees returning home for the night. None of them did more than acknowledge him with a nod, none of them tried to talk to him. By the time they reached the dock, he realized they hadn’t conversed with each other. Rather, they seemed to be absorbed in the view.
    He’d heard nothing for a few weeks and then received an e-mail from Lila’s legal team. Ben met her lawyers at their offices for a second time where his employment contract was explained in agonizing detail along with the nondisclosure agreements. They put a heavy precedent about those agreements. Ben had signed the forms without hesitation. He was told he’d be contacted by Lila. He’d had days of highs and lows, the lows predominant as time went by without hearing from her. Just when he figured he’d screwed it all up, she’d invited him back for supper. He didn’t care about boat schedules, just that he’d see her again.
    Her sunset tour was basically the same as Wyatt’s first tour of the island, but she was animated about the changes she wanted made, intense about restoring the old lighthouse. She’d told him she wanted him to see her home through moonlight to get a different perspective. Not once during the entire evening they drove around the island did she give him any personal attention. So when she stopped the boat and sucked him off on the ride back to the mainland, he’d been confused and enthralled. Whatever her reasons, he knew she’d be a woman to contend with, if he ever heard from her again.
    Sitting in his dinky apartment with the blinds drawn, he put the warm beer aside and opened his pants, freeing his erection and tugging his T-shirt up his chest. It happened every time he thought about her swallowing him, his cock just got hard of its own accord. Ben drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, his right hand stroking his cock as he visualized her on her knees before him, swallowing him and pinching her breasts. The image of her lifting each one to her lips and licking it made him surge in his hand.
    Without a second thought, he rolled onto his side, using the arm of the chair to support his weight. He sucked on his left index finger, trying to match the rhythm she’d swallowed his cock with. Ben groaned when he pushed his moist finger in his anus and began to pump his cock faster. He came after pressing a second finger beside the first and rolling slightly backward. It pushed his fingers deeper inside him and let his cum spray along his chest. “Christ,” he said aloud, “the woman is inside my brain.” He stroked his cock a bit more but couldn’t get it hard again. Giving up, he showered and checked his e-mail for the tenth time, hoping to see a mail from Lila. There wasn’t one.

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    Ben returned to his apartment with the Sunday newspapers and a paper bag with coffee and a