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few feet behind me, and said, “How long have you two been dating?”
    “Not long,” I said.
    She gave me a sly look. “Nice, tall one like that, you'd better hang on to him.”
    I laughed and said, “I've never dated someone over five-ten!” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I'm getting neck strain staring up at him all the time.”
    She rubbed her neck as well and said, “You get used to it.”
    I bought some of the apricot jam and some honey as well. I wondered if she'd been complimenting my date to get me to buy more of her food, but the jam was so good, and a line was forming behind me, so I was sure she didn't need to.
    Trevor reached his big hand for mine, and we started walking to the exit gate, him still on his phone. I had mixed feelings about him being on his cell, because it was discourteous to me, but I also understood he had an important job. I could take half-days of personal time whenever I wanted, and the theater office would get along fine without me, although some customers wouldn't pay their bills on time without my friendly harassment. Trevor, however, was the boss of a fairly large real estate development company, and he had employees, including my own sister.
    I was starting to wonder if I'd be able to keep up with his on-the-go-go-go lifestyle, but then he stopped when we got back to his truck, leaned down, and gave me the nicest kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting more. We'd already had terrific sex that day, but I'd missed out on kissing because of the position, and I wanted it.
    I forgot all about feeling sore at him for rushing us through the farmer's market, and for taking all those phone calls, and I just kissed him.
    He pulled back from me, looking sheepish. “Damn, girl, you're getting me going again.” He looked left and right to make sure nobody was watching, and adjusted himself to be more comfortable. His thick cock was smoothing out the wrinkles in his trousers with a big bulge.
    I said, “I'd take care of you in the truck … but I'm not that kind of girl.”
    He winked at me. “Of course not.”
    Oh, but I was that kind of girl, and he knew it. I'd blown him immediately after dessert, on our first date, which really set the tone for our relationship, and that tone was … smoldering. I'd never felt so much passion, so much desire. Before Trevor, sex had been a logical progression, a next step in a relationship after a certain length of time. With him, it was a fire that burned out of control. I needed it. Wanted it.
    He leaned in for another kiss, a smoldering hot kiss, and after a few seconds of that, I was as turned on as he felt, my pussy throbbing to match his erection.
    As he reached for the door handle to let me into the truck, I said, “Where to now?” as in, his house or my house.
    He helped me step up into the tall vehicle and said, “I'm taking you to my work. You don't mind, do you?”
    To his office? That didn't sound very sexy at all, but I said, “Sounds good,” and we were off.

    We didn't go to his office at all, but to a new townhouse development in a part of town that was getting trendy, thanks to similar projects and new shops.
    “Showing off your new deal?” I asked. From what I'd heard via my sister, the sales for this one had been going well. All the buildings were up, and by the look of it, they had the trades in doing the finishing work.
    After parking, Trevor reached over and grabbed my knee, gave it a squeeze, then popped the glove box open and pulled out a camera. “Long story,” he said.
    “Try me.”
    “I have to photograph some deficiencies in the show suite.”
    “That story didn't seem so long to me.”
    He gave me a wry smile. “I left out the family of raccoons.”
    “Oh dear.”
    He stepped out of the truck, circled around to my side, and led me to the show home over a trail of wood sheets and planks. The landscaping wasn't completed yet, so wood had been laid down where a walkway would be soon. Dozens of helium-filled