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an orgasm.”
    “Yes, yes. I can feel you,” he says his breath ragged. “Your opening is so small and it’s tightening on me. It feels so good.” I felt him hard and deep inside me and I suck his neck each time he goes deeper, as his hips dig into me, and my mound plows into him.
    I look into his eyes and they are dark, “Oh God Lilly. What have you done to me? I’m coming and it’s too good.”
    “What have you done to me?” I ask because I know he is the one. I know it won’t be just for today and that I would want this man, tomorrow, the next day, and the next.
    Did he think after he made love to me this will be only for today? Does he know that when tomorrow comes I will want him again, and he will want me?
    As I lay in his arms, we are holding on to each other trying to make sense of this when my phone rings. I look at Anthony and then his phone rings. Our eyes meet and we know who it is checking on me.
    The End
    Part 2 Only Tomorrow (Part 2)
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Chapter 1: Carlson
One Night
    T his work is too toxic for me, it wasn’t supposed to be work, but a way to enjoy myself on my father’s money.  I accepted this position to head the board of his billion dollar company after losing my fortune. Although I’ve graduated from a prestigious university, I still feel as if I wasn’t prepared to run his company. But now I have no choice.
    I get a great salary and soon I’ll be able to start my own company and retrieve some of the money I lost in my divorce.
    My wife divorced me and took most of my money, homes and cars because I was too stupid to ask her to sign a prenuptial agreement. How could I ask her to sign a paper a lawyer drew up? The lawyer didn’t see how hot she was. I thought I was in love with her. At the time all I thought about was sucking on her big beautiful tits. She would wear these low cut cashmere sweaters showing her D cups.
    I wondered how she could buy the same sweater in so many colors because I swear that was all she wore with those short skirts, and she wore them to snag an idiot like me. I spent money on her night and day and when we were dating she couldn’t get enough of me pawing and fingering her.
    But when we married that’s when she really closed down everything tight as a tire lug nut on the wheel of my BMW. When we dated she wore all those skimpy little frilly things to bed just to get a rise out of me and boy did she ever.
    I walked around with a constant hard on.
    Then I made a mistake and married her, and what she wore to bed, my grandmother wouldn’t be caught dead in, because granddad wouldn’t allow her near him. He was old but he wasn’t dead and he was a man and a man gets him a little at any age. And here I was a young man and I couldn’t get close to my wife to even smell her.
    I was married to a woman who appeared desirable on the outside, and my friends envied and complimented me on a good job well done. ‘Any man that bags her would be sure to get a piece every night,’ they had said. 
    I was lucky if I got some every two months and that’s only if I begged her to look at her naked. Then she would tease me with her breasts and I would sit there like a dog waiting for a bone that she would dangle in front of my nose. 
    My friend Randy said that I was a fool to put up with her shit. He said, “If I had your money, I would be boning a different chick every night.” I looked at him and he continued, “That’s right you heard me. Take a different woman to bed every night and keep going until you run out of money or you run out of pussy.” Yes, that was Randy, the bachelor of the year in my book.
    After she spent all my money on whatever she could think of and her girlfriends, then she came to me and said, “I don’t think we are sexually compatible.” How the