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haven't done this before, right?”
    I shook my head.
    “I'll stop if you say no, Maya. It's pretty simple.”
    I knew he would. I took another sip of my drink, and met his eyes bravely. “And when will we play?”
    Our meals arrived. Ryan looked at me, and smiled wickedly. “Oh, we'll play tonight, Maya. Eat up. You're going to need your energy.”
    At his words, I shivered.
    The food was probably delicious, but it might as well have been lumps of coal for all the attention I paid it. I was nervous. Sure, I was also aroused, but for the moment, the emotion that was uppermost in my mind was nervousness. It wasn't the promise of the coming sex, it was the thought that Ryan would find me cold and frigid in bed. With Anthony, I'd been able to pretend interest, but I knew that I couldn't fool Ryan. I dreaded being inadequate. He'd smile his mocking smile, and his eyes would be expressionless, but underneath, he'd be bored out of his mind, wishing he was in bed with anyone else.
    “ Maya?” Ryan's voice cut in softly. He sounded concerned. “Are you okay? What's wrong? We don't have to do this if you don't want to.”
    “ No, I want to do this.” I said firmly.
    “ Then I need to know what you are nervous about, Maya. If we are to play tonight, you need to be honest with me. We can't play safely if I can't trust you to tell me what you are feeling.”
    I loved the way he said my name. Maya. There was a caress in his voice when he said it, and heat spread to my sex. I searched my mind for what to say to him, and settled for a variant of the truth. No mention of how I felt nothing when Anthony and I had sex. That would just freak him out, but he'd still feel obligated to have sex with me, and I didn't want pity sex. “I don't have a lot of experience, I'm concerned I won't measure up.”
    He smiled warmly, and reached out and took my hands in his. “You'll be fine, don't worry.”  Such was the magic of the Ryan Clayborn smile, that for the rest of the meal, I believed him, and my worries vanished.
     

Chapter 3
    Our final destination of the evening wasn't far from the restaurant. Ryan pulled up in front of a small cottage, turned off the car engine, and faced me. “I've wanted to do this all evening,” he said quietly, as he leaned forward and kissed me.
    I'd had a crush on Ryan Clayborn for over ten years. That kiss... it was worth every minute of the wait.
    One of his hands was at the back of my head, entwined through my hair, pulling me towards him. His fingers grazed my check, gently outlining the shape of my jaw, and then his fingers were on my lips, tracing their shape, feeling their softness. I moaned softly, daringly sucking his finger into my mouth. And then, his mouth was on mine, hard and insistent, demanding that I yield. My mouth opened, my tongue entwined with his. I gave myself completely, openly, letting my need shine through.
    “ Inside?” he asked, finally pulling away. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants; I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. He saw my gaze, and reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard bulge. I stroked him through the fabric of his pants, my pussy dripping as I heard him growl in arousal.
    “ Inside,” he repeated, his voice hoarse with need.
    We went in. I looked around in curiosity.
    “It's a friend's place,” he said. “I borrow it from time to time to write in.”
    Also to have sex in? I wondered, but didn't comment. The butterflies had reappeared in my stomach.
    The inside of the cottage was lovely. There was an open concept kitchen/living space on one side, a king-size bed in the other, and one of the walls was mostly window, which looked out to the ocean.
    Ryan drew me towards the bed. “Ready to play, Maya?” he asked. His breathing was steady again, he was back to his usual half-mocking, half-amused composure, but my courage was fortified by his erection, and I boldly reached out and traced the outline of his manhood through his pants.
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