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“Tonight.  My place.  8:00.” 
    Throwing a look over her shoulder as she shut the door, she smiled at him.   “It’s a date.”
    “Lay, wear something I can rip off.”
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    Layla pulled into the driveway of the cutest little house she had ever seen.  Located on the outskirts of the city, the ranch style house was surrounded by palm trees and blooming bushes.  The small front yard was well kept and clean.  She locked her car and smiled as she walked up the front steps.
    She knocked lightly and took a deep breath.  “Hi.”  She smiled at him. 
    He opened the door wide and she ducked under his arm.  “Come in.  I hope you haven’t eaten.  I have some steaks on the grill.” 
    He took her hand and led her to the backyard.  There were two glasses of wine on the table.  He pulled a chair out for her and handed her a drink.  She watched the sun set in the distance, the reflection glowing off the pool. She took a large sip and smiled at the wine.  “This is wonderful, Ryan.  Thank you.”
    “You are the first woman I have ever had here.  I’m actually a little nervous.”
    Layla put her wine down on the table and stood.  She walked to where Ryan ha d just sat down and crawled onto his lap.  Her fingers traced his bottom lip and he smiled.  She kissed his neck.  His head fell back and he moaned.  She bit his ear lobe.  His hands tangled in her hair.  She loved driving him crazy.  Her smile lit up her whole face as she leaned back to look at him.  “You don’t ever have to be nervous with me.  But thank you for letting me be the first.  Your house is wonderful.”
    Ryan let out a nervous laugh.  For all the nights he spent with women, he had never let it be personal enough to share a part of his world.  He had owned his house for about a year and had been so proud when he was able to afford it.  But sharing his most personal space was something he just wasn’t willing to do. For all his stalking of Sophie, she had never walked past the front door.  Heck, the woman he considered his sister had never even been to his house. 
    Layla was different.  He didn’t understand why, but he felt she just fit.  He had known her such a short time but everything about her drew him in.  Her dark hair and big, dark eyes were the things he dreamed about.  Her long legs and petite frame made him almost weak in the knees.  And her tattoos.  Ryan sighed.  Her tattoos set her apart from the plastic and fake women he usually spent his nights with.  “I will give you a tour when we are done eating.”
    Layla ran her hand over his zipper, rubbed twice and undid the top button on his jeans.  “Why wait until after dinner?”
    He picked her up, turned off the grill and led her to the bedroom.

Chapter 3
     
    Ryan laid Layla down in his bed.  His heart raced.  Every time he was with her, it was like the first time.  She reached for him, pulling him on top of her.  He unbuttoned her shirt as she squirmed beneath him.
     
    “Tonight, Ms. Barringer, we are going to play a game.  I want to see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.” She shivered.  He smiled.  This was going to be just as good for him.  “You ready?”
     
    She nodded as he unhooked her bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth.  She closed her eyes.  His fingers tugged her jeans open.  A moan escaped her lips.  Without removing her pants, his fingers found her wet core.  She was ready.  The smile on his face was instant.  He spread the moisture around her hardened nub, rubbing in circles with his thumb.  Her eyes rolled back and her orgasm was immediate.  “Oh my God, Ryan.  More!”
     
    “That’s one.”  He tugged her jeans and thong from her hips.  His tongue traced her toes, her calves and the inside of her thighs.  Her body tightened and he yanked her legs further apart.  “Here comes two.”
     
    He buried his face between her thighs.  His tongue dove deep, licking her folds.