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with my breasts, with your hands, until my nipples were hard and sore
and I was breathless.
     
    At quarter to one her phone buzzed. She checked the text.
     
    Take the time for lunch. Go down to Tia’s and grab a
salad. Or, if you prefer, some of your work buddies eat at Santo’s. You could
join them there, but I want you to eat!
     
    Reading the word “buddies” reminded her of other friends.
His friends and the night in the maze when he’d finally given her the relief
she was after. He’d let her lead the way through the manicured hedges, smiling
and teasing her each time she’d made a wrong turn. She’d wanted so badly to
find the center to show him she could, but it never happened. Instead after
twenty minutes when she’d reached another dead end, she’d given up and asked
him for his help. Instead of lording it over her, like she’d figured he would,
he hauled her up for a kiss that took her breath away and made her knees weak.
    Then while she’d stood there, dazed and thrilled in his
arms, he’d hugged her up tight and said, “I will always help you. All you have
to do is ask.”
    That promise had warmed her to the core as he led her
through the hedging, commenting as they’d moved. “You have a tendency to make
right-hand turns. This is not the best approach when you’re trying to negotiate
a labyrinth that’s purposely constructed to confuse.”
    In no time at all they’d reached the center and that’s when
he’d pulled her up against him. Her back was to his front as he’d held on to
her tight. “I like my hands on you,” he’d said.
    She’d admitted to him she liked it when he touched her.
    “Tell me. Where? Where do you want my hands?”
    She hadn’t known how to answer him. If she’d said on her
breasts that wouldn’t have been enough, but if she’d said between her legs, it
might have been too forward of her. That night she’d opted for the generic,
“Anywhere.”
    He’d curled down over her. “Where?” His mouth was positioned
against her right ear. “Do you like this?”
    His hands had made short work of her blouse. It was
untucked, unbuttoned and opened by the time she’d gathered enough strength to
answer, “Yes.”
    “How about here?” He hadn’t wasted any time when he’d
slipped his hand down the front of her linen pants and cupped her.
    “Yes.”
    “Closer?”
    “Yes.”
    “Say it.” All the while during this exchange he’d kneaded
her flesh through her undies until she was nothing but putty in his hand.
    “I want you to touch me. Put your fingers on my skin.”
    “Very good, Alexis.” He slid his hand inside her panties and
she groaned when he ordered, “Lean into me and bring your arms up. Lock them
around my neck.”
    When she’d obeyed, he’d gone to work. Over and over again
she’d nearly come. He’d bring her to the brink each time, and then still all
movement. After the third time, she’d cried, “Please don’t stop.”
    “Why?”
    “I-I want to…”
    “Say it.”
    “To come.”
    “Ask for permission.”
    Maybe if he hadn’t started to move his clever hand again.
Maybe if he’d remained silent and hadn’t whispered hot and encouraging words
into her ear that night, she wouldn’t have done it. She wouldn’t have asked.
Begged.
    “May I come? Please?”
    She’d barely gotten out that last word when her whole world
had fallen apart in the best and most intense way possible.
    At one o’clock she sent her next text to him.
     
    The night in the garden maze. At your friend’s house, you
pulled me up against you. With my back against your front you slipped your hand
down my pants. When I almost came you held me off and told me to ask your
permission first. I did.
     
    That hypersexual awareness was back with a vengeance.
Humming along her nerve endings and occupying her every thought. Alexis knew
she shouldn’t be relishing these sensations, but she was. Hadn’t Rene laid a
good foundation with her? Yes, and that was the problem.