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sitting, they both took their time
looking over the menu. Any discomfort she might have had in meeting with him
slowly slipped away. She was ready to start getting to know him, start asking
questions, but he beat her to it.
    “Tell me what you do and about this big meeting tomorrow.”
It was an obvious opening question, but she figured it was a good place to
start.
    “I’m a jeweler and Victoria & Albert Museum curators are
thinking of including a few pieces I’ve created in a retrospective exhibit
they’re organizing.”
    “What an honor,” he said with what she took as honesty and a
smile hinting at pride. His kind and supportive words had her relaxing even
further.
    “It’s more than I ever believed possible and absolutely
terrifying.” Gabby wanted to start their conversation in the same way she meant
to be with him. Upfront and to the point.
    “They wouldn’t have asked to meet with you if they didn’t
think your work was worthy.”
    “I’m hoping so. Hope being what’s currently holding me
together,” she said while laughing.
    “Are you wearing anything you’ve designed?”
    “No, these are by Elsa Puchella. I love her work. Her pieces
have a wonderful organic feel I enjoy.” Fiddling with the long gold earrings,
she was comfortable because they were talking about jewelry. “These are snakes
from her Ark collection. For me, the design is simple, exotic and elegant.
Those ideals and a few others is a mixture I strive to achieve in my own
designs.”
    “You wear them well.”
    “Thank you. Now, speaking of jewelry, I have to know how you
ended up with your piercings? I’ve never come across a man with both an
ampallang and an apadravya. Have to be honest and tell you I’m having a
difficult time seeing any man being sober enough to ask for both.”
    “I was sober before and while they were being done but not
after. It’s called a magic cross.”
    “Yes it is.” Reaching for her glass, she quickly took a sip.
Heat exploded and raced through her body, trapped beneath her nice black dress.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up, well, you know, sex.” The last word came out
on a whisper while her gaze raced around to see if anyone was within hearing
distance.
    “I don’t mind, I quite enjoy the subject.” He reached across
the table and took hold of her hand. “I particularly enjoy it when you’re added
into the mix.”
    The man seemed to know exactly what to do and say to have
her ready to slip under the table and take his hard rod in her mouth. If it
weren’t for his hand touching hers, she had a feeling she’d be less grounded
and at a loss of what to say next. Trying to hold back from satisfying her own
desires, she asked what he hadn’t answered.
    “Okay, stop trying to divert my attention. Seriously, I’m
curious about why you have such a wicked piercing.”
    “I’m comfortable with my body, happy with how it looks and
embrace what I find exciting. Being turned on makes me feel alive and ready for
anything. These two silver bars and their caps running through my cock add a
bite, a hunger, into the equation. All of it suits me.”
    “How long have you had them?”
    “Almost five years now.”
    “They’re divine from what I’ve experienced through a condom.
I imagine without one they’d feel delicious when the four silver balls run up
and down the sensitive walls of a woman’s pussy,” she whispered.
    “I’m game anytime you want to fuck without protection.” He
curled his fingers, pulling her hand more intimately into his. “It can’t be at
the club. Fucking without a condom is against the rules, but name the place and
I’m definitely there.”
    “Oh,” she murmured while trying to hold back the temptation
to say yes.
    “I guess this is the perfect time to have the talk. You
already know I’m clean from the club. If it will make you feel more
comfortable, I can ensure my latest health certificate filed at Succulent is
made available to you. I should also tell