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erection against my ass. I can barely stand the sexual tension filtering through this small space.
    “Dear God, I can’t…” I pant breathlessly.
    “Can’t what?” He asks in a sarcastic tone. Running his fingertips up the side of my body, a chill ignites and I feel as though I’m about to burst. “Does that feel good?” He asks pulling my body in tighter to his.
    I can feel every muscle of his chest and abdomen against my back as I lean into him. His hands travel beneath my shirt circling my navel, moving toward my chest while goosebumps linger in his path. My nipples become hard as nails as his fingers move beneath the silk material of my bra, caressing each of my breasts. With each delicate touch, my legs become weaker; I can barely stand. The pressure in my belly becomes too much, I need to feel him inside of me.
    Attempting to turn in his arms, his force is too strong; I can’t budge. Removing his hands from under my shirt, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. With urgency, his lips crash into mine, his tongue immediately searching for mine. A deep moan vibrates through his chest, encouraging me to finally do what I’ve wanted to do for weeks...touch him. Reaching behind my back with trembling fingers, I search for his belt buckle. Unfastening the metal hook, I pop the button of his jeans and without hesitation let my hand travel beneath his boxers to his pulsing cock. His hips begin to buck against me as I take his thick length into my hand.
    The smooth skin fills my palm and my mouth begins to water.
    Biting down onto my lips, he sucks my tongue into his mouth and pulls at the hem of my shirt lifting it up over my head. My breathing quickly becomes ragged, my adrenaline spiking out of control with every graze of his touch against my feverish skin.
    My shirt is dangling from my arms as he attempts to pull it from me. Feeling him in my hand, I don’t want to let go, but this situation is about to get very uncomfortable if I don’t.
    Removing my hand from his pants, he tugs my shirt away, and raises my arms above my head placing them up against the brick wall. Trying to turn my head, I see nothing but darkness, the subtle glow of the lights now fallen behind our shadows.
    With strong hands, Steve quickly unfastens the button of my jeans and slides them down around my ankles. His hands slowly trace lines up the back of my legs followed by the slickness of his tongue. The urge to fall to the street grows more and more, the sexual desire he is building through me is driving me fucking insane. I want him now and need him to bury himself inside of me like no other man has.
    My muscles tighten as his hands fall upon the curve of my ass. He’s not just touching me; he’s worshipping every inch of me, creating a sense of pleasure that leaves me wanting more.
    Moving my thong to the side, his fingers gently stroke my throbbing clit.
    “You’re so fucking ready for me, Ashley. I want to devour every inch of you.”
    “Please,” I beg.
    “Tell me what you want, I need to hear it,” he whispers into my ear.
    “I want you, all of you…can you give that to me?”
    His fingers stop circling my nub and I feel his body become rigid behind me. My arms are still above my head and I’m facing a dark brick wall. Silence fills the small space between us…that is until he backs away from me and the faint sound of a zipper triggers my senses.
    What the fuck just happened?
    “Get yourself together; I’m done with this place. Don’t forget to lock up before you leave.”
    With that he walks away, leaving me exposed and completely vulnerable to a mess I should have known better than to create with a man that could never give me what I want…him.

Chapter 3
    “Mom,” I pipe out in a nervous tone.
    There’s no response, only dead air.
    “Hey…umm, it’s Steve. Do you have time to talk?”
    Pacing back in forth through my house, the feeling of tension pulses around me. I haven’t spoken to my mom in months, but