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Romance Contemporary | Romance Erotica Sensual
I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled
at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was
not a children's candy store, mind you—this was the
kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate
truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for
having sex with him when you were both at a conference in
Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with
little finesse who thought what was between their legs
made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes
I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to
want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.
The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water
into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you
know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't
apologize for who I am or what I've done in—or
out—of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and
for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.
Until Dan. Until now.
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