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couldn’t see her for a leisurely lunch, and previous plans with Dex committed him with some gala function for the team last night. For two days, he’d recollected their last time together. The images of her dressed in the long souvenir T-shirt swelled his cock every time it crossed his mind. He would swear on his life that the erection that afflicted him two nights ago may have softened but still stood firm. Sleeping with her in the hotel had been torture. He’d never slept that badly in his life. Her warm, soft body lay next to him untouched. While he struggled to fall asleep, she cradled his arm in her bosom, her heartbeat tapped strong against his wrist, and her soft snores echoed in his head. He wanted to touch her in the places that he longed to explore, but to take advantage of her would have made her skittish to trust him. Whether it was the actions of a fool or those of a gentleman he let her sleep. And right now he couldn’t make the distinction.
    Fidgeting in unbridled anticipation, he shuffled his feet to change his one-ankle-over-the-knee position for another. He stood up when he heard the women’s footsteps in the hall and found a deep gratitude that his legs held him up. The second he saw Kelli rendered him speechless. If it were possible, she looked more beautiful than the first night they went out. Her dress emphasized the shape of her slim calves. The long skirt hit past her knees. The V-neck top of the dress plunged deep between her breasts, enhancing the rounded flesh. Her hair was pulled back and secured with a simple black band. Little tendrils curled around her face.
    His crotch spasms grew intense.
    “You look beautiful,” he barely got out. Looking at her tonight, he saw something different that he didn’t see the other night. Maybe, the look of submission in her eyes. He didn’t know for sure, but his body responded to it. His groin tightened. Not only was his desire engaged in pursuing her, but also, something in his heart caught when he gazed at her.
    “Okay, Carter, I’ve been a good girl and haven’t pestered you into telling me where we’re going. But now, I want to know. Where are we going for dinner?”
    Carter chuckled. The sudden image of her wasn’t that of a good girl, but as the object of his desires. He envisioned them in bed together, touching, loving, and squeezing. “I want it to be a surprise.”
    Kelli seemed to ponder his answer for a second. “Will this dress do at least?” She turned slowly giving him a full view.
    Carter took her hand in his. “You look radiant and beautiful.” He kissed the hand he held.
    Kelli grinned. “I just love chivalry. Kissing my hand, opening doors….”
    “Saving your virtue,” he added.
    Kelli blushed. Her earlier body language told him she would welcome him if he made love to her. Bending to kiss her cheek, Carter caught view of her cleavage and felt his cock ache.
    He suffered a little more.

Chapter Eight

    Kelli looked around the restaurant. Elegant paintings of high-dollar art covered the walls. Instrumental music played through hidden speakers. A short line of attentive waiters hovered close by, ready to service the needs of the patrons. Overall, the ambiance was, for lack of a word, expensive.
    Kelli’s gaze returned to Carter. “Nice place.”
    “Glad you like it.”
    Their waiter came by with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. He held the bottle out for Carter’s inspection. He glanced at it, and then nodded his approval. The waiter poured them each half a glass of wine and left.
    Carter picked up his glass. “I propose a toast.”
    Kelli lifted hers. The sparkle in his eyes told her to be wary. “What are we toasting?”
    “That dress.”
    She looked down at the dress. “What about it?”
    “I really like that dress!”
    Kelli saw a mischief gleaning in his eyes. The last time she saw that look was at the pool two days ago. He’d caused her to have a short-term loss of speech. Knowing better than to