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harder and faster. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts.
    “Yes, yes, yes !”
    I came seconds before he filled me with his cum.
    Afterward, he pulled me to his chest.
    “Wow…” he said. “I love you…you know that, don’t you?”
    “I love you.” I pushed his hair off his forehead and then caressed his cheek.
    He kissed me gently.
    I laid my head on his shoulder, and we went to sleep.
     
    Luke’s colleague, whose name I learned was Dan Sellers, was meeting us at Le Cirque for dinner. The restaurant’s color scheme was red, purple, and yellow. The chairs were red-and-white striped, and there were vintage-looking circus pictures adorning the walls. The ceiling was draped with colorful fabric to look as if we’d stepped into the Big Top.
    Dan turned out to be a tall, skinny, balding man who seemed terribly nervous. He actually kept wringing his hands. I was disappointed that he hadn’t brought a date because I felt that Dan wasn’t going to be much of a conversationalist.
    Dan immediately began trying to explain whatever situation had brought us here. Luke still hadn’t mentioned anything about it to me, which made me think that it probably wasn’t as important—at least, to Luke—as Dan seemed to think it was.
    “Dan…let’s eat our dinner, and then we’ll talk business, all right?” asked Luke.
    “Yes… Of course, Mr. Fontaine. Whatever you say.”
    “Please call me Luke. And, of course, this is my wife Brandy.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Dan,” I said.
    “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Fontaine,” he said.
    I really wished he’d brought a date so I’d have someone to talk with…or if she was as big on conversation as Dan was, at least I could’ve given it a shot.
    When our waiter arrived he referred to us as Messieurs and Madame , which made me feel very continental. He gave us menus and a wine list.
    I ordered marinated tuna with clementines and avocado tapenade for an appetizer. Luke and Dan both got the smoked salmon. For our main course, Dan ordered the Dover sole, and Luke and I got the chateaubriand for two.
    I’d found some little individual hand wipes in a bathroom at one of the swanky shops we’d visited earlier in the day. I’d taken a handful because who knew when you’d need a wipe? I was glad I’d put a couple in my evening bag.
    Poor Dan couldn’t wait until after we’d eaten to begin discussing business. He took a drink of his wine and dived into his story with both feet.
    “You see, Mr. Fontaine…Luke…as I mentioned when we spoke earlier, this has gone beyond a case of workers’ compensation fraud. I felt strongly that Mr. Wilson was faking his disability, and I hired a private investigator to watch him. This investigator is someone we use often, so I knew he was trustworthy.”
    I could tell Luke was bored by this rehashing of information. Even though it was new to me, it bored me too.
    I went ahead and took one of the elegantly-wrapped hand wipes from my evening bag. There couldn’t be any harm in going ahead and cleaning my hands. Plus, it might get Dan off topic for a minute or two. The man really needed to lighten up!
    I put the wipe on the table and closed my purse. I noticed Luke’s eyes widen, and I winked and smiled. I hoped it wouldn’t embarrass him for me to wipe my hands off at the table. Was it bad manners? Surely not. Everyone was health-conscious these days. Besides, I’d be discreet.
    “Isn’t this the handiest little thing?” I asked, holding the tiny packet between two fingers. “I picked it up earlier today. Dan, would you like one? I have another in my purse.”
    A bright pink flush that started at Dan’s hairline spread over his face and even down to his neck. His eyes bulged as he shook his head.
    Maybe it was considered bad manners to clean your hands at the table of an elegant restaurant.
    “I’m sorry.” I looked at Luke. “I thought it would be all right to wipe my hands off before dining.”
    Luke began shaking with