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Mark’s apartood part of St John’s Wood It is tranquil and civilized We go up to his apart and he closes the door

‘I have an excellent bottle of Sancerre 2009 Up for a glass?’ he asks

‘Bring it on,’ I say with a grin

‘Look who’s so full of surprises tonight,’ he says, tossing his keys onto a sideboard ‘Why don’t youtowards the living room

‘OK,’ I say, and starttowards it

He has a nice flat The décor is a bit dull with dark wood and paintings of fox hunting on the walls, but nothing I couldn’t eventually fix A sliding door leads to a balcony that has a great view of the park I know because I have been here once before The door to the iant bed with its fluffy white throw My first and instinctive reaction is to avert my eyes The response irritates and annoys me Come on, Dahlia This is simply the next step in your relationship One that has been a long ti

I hear hilasses I a down at the park when the lights in the roo a wine bottle by the neck in one hand and two glasses in the other

‘Awesome view’ Shit, I said that the last time too

‘Yes, I rather like it,’ he says casually, and , chocolate leather couch I follow hi He hands lass table He picks up one of the re on the table and presses one of the buttons Soft unrecognizable music fills the air

I clear my throat

‘Just relax There’s no pressure to do anything,’ he reassures gently

I’m not actually nervous I’m just not turned on I take another sip of my wine

He trails his finger alonghappens There is no desire to do anything to hilass back on the coffee table, lean forward and lay h

‘Oh Dahlia,’ he rabs me quite masterfully as he swoops down on my mouth

Good start, Mark

As it turns out he’s a good kisser Just enough of everything He doesn’t force his tongue into oes around tonone, he returns to the front where he defeats it in one efficient movement

OK, he’s done this before

He breaks the kiss and looking deeply intomy top He pulls the material aside to expose my breasts

‘God, you have fabulous breasts,’ he says thickly

‘Wait till you see my ass,’ I quip, but he is in no mood for jokes