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  "I'm glad you stayed," I said as I wiped a tear from my cheek. "If I'm being honest, it was one of the only nights in a while that I felt safe enough to sleep through."

  Justin touched my hand across the table. "I spent the day grateful for you, and hoping for the chance to do it again," he said.

  "Whenever you're ready, Justin, we can make that a regular thing," I said. I was a bit nervous to say that to him, to expose how much I want him, but I'm also tired of holding back.

  He let go of my hand. "I am ready," he said, "so I'm going to hold you to that."

  We smile at each other comfortably, both of us happy with that. I watch him eat for a moment, until he notices me doing it. "You should finish your food," he said. "We've got plans after dinner."

  As I pick up my fork and begin eating, all I can think about is his amazing strength. His life had been on a deliberate line without any deviation, and now he was on a completely new course and fully embracing it. There's nothing he is holding back on.

  When we are finished, the sun is setting and the yellow glow is now orange and red. His face is still gorgeous in the light, and I swim in his eyes.

  Along with the check, the waiter brings over a tall basket and hands it to Justin, who puts it on the floor by his feet. He sees me looking at it, and he knows I'm curious, but he offers nothing more than a wink, as he tells the waiter to wait for a moment. He drops money into the checkbook and hands it right back, telling him we won't need any change.

  Justin grabs the basket and pushes his chair back. "Ready?"

  We get up and head out, the basket in one hand and me in his other. Letting me wonder and speculate.

  "You're really not going to tell me what's in that, seriously?" I joke, motioning at his mysterious package.

  He laughs again. "We're not going far, you'll know in just a few minutes."

  I have to work on my patience.

  He was not lying. We marched off the patio and right into the boat rentals, where they were waiting for us.

  "I called ahead for a gondola," Justin tells them.

  "Of course, you're all set and ready to go," they reply, pointing the way for us to follow.

  "Oh my God, I love it," I say as I am assisted into a gondola.

  Justin came on behind me and we sit, waiting for the gondolier to launch us. Before we get moving, Justin opens the basket and pulls out two flutes and a bottle of champagne, something called Fragolino. He pours us each half a glass, not a bad idea while on such a small boat.

  I love the pride on his face when he sees my approval of his surprise.

  "Now, I'm not going to lie," Justin says, "this is very inexpensive champagne, but it's some of the best tasting you will ever have." He passes one of the glasses to me and holds his up. "This is to us, for finding each other, and for letting it happen."

  I tapped my glass to his. "To us," I agreed.

  He was right; it was the first champagne I've ever tasted where I actually wanted more than a little sip. "Wow," I said. "That is good."

  "There is an amazing history behind this particular brand," he tells me. "A huge civil war began over that champagne."

  "Oh my God, really?" I ask, impressed.

  "No," he says flatly, smiling at me wickedly.

  And there goes my snort-laugh!

  The gondolier took us away from the dock as the blues and purples began to overtake the orange and red in the sky. It is the end of sunset, the last moments of daylight spreading out before us.

  We enjoyed the beginning of the ride with Justin telling me more about his father, things his father had done that he hadn't told anyone about, not even Lena, birthday surprises, flowers for his mother, wonderful memories that he had packed up inside. I had so many questions, and he answered them the best he could. Somewhere along the ride, we managed to pour some more of the champagne and toast to his father.

  Justin has his arm around me, lightly playing with the hair behind my ear as we watched the streetlights come to life, quivering over the water's surface. The gondolier is actually humming a song now, but I think it is more to occupy himself than us. Our conversation drops off comfortably, and we enjoy the cool night. I take the opportunity and begin kissing the side of his face, following his strong jawline.

  "If I told you that I'm falling in love with you, would you believe it?" Justin asks me suddenly.

  My heart is instantly pounding, and much too loudly to deny it. I'm sure it's sending ripples out on the water as it shakes the boat. "Yes," I answer through the huge lump of emotion in my throat.

  "Even though it would be a lie?" he adds softly.

  "A lie?" I repeat painfully, insulted and devastated.

  "I couldn't fall for you anymore. The truth is I've already fallen. I've even tried to get back up only to have you sweep the feet from under me again. I'm breaking the biggest promise I've ever made to myself, Charity." He turns to me, placing a hand on my cheek. "Despite all my efforts, I am hopelessly and endlessly in love with you. I don't want to know another day without you, I couldn't survive it."

  He is looking at me for a response through two very vulnerable eyes. There is no catching my breath, or my heart. They are galloping around the lake like wild horses without any reigns to control them by. I am lost in the dust of their hooves, unable to breathe, to form words and utter a cohesive sentence in reply.

  Maybe that is the point. Maybe now is not the time to fight for rationality and poetic terms. Now might be the perfect time to give in and provide an answer solely built on emotion.

  I place my hand on his face, feeling the muscle in his jaw clenching his nervous teeth. "I love you too, Justin," I said, my words nothing but a whisper, showing him that he had taken my breath away. "I have all along."

  "I adore you," he says, relieved. "You are my world now, my everything."

  I can't say for sure who started kissing who, but the passion is immeasurable. My hand pressing on his chest can feel his rapid heart pounding in relief and excitement.

  The gondolier delivers us back to the dock, where Justin leaves me for a moment so he can tip him. When he returns to grab my hand and lead me away, our smiles are ridiculous and unyielding, and we are fine with that.

  We stroll out of the park, hand in hand, past a line of horse drawn carriages. Justin is intently listening to me this time as I talk about Melissa and friends from back home. It upsets him not to know anyone from my past, and he makes me promise to bring him back to PA sometime. That was going to be an easy one to keep; I can't wait to show him off. Melissa was going to go ape-shit over him, I know it already.

  We blew right by the subway and stop for coffee and dessert at a place Justin says is his favorite up here, telling me he just can't be this close and not stop in. The childlike excitement in his eyes is adorable, so there was no way I was going to deny him this.

  The cheesecake is phenomenal! Maybe the other thing at Junior's as good as the desserts are the murals on the walls. I don't even care how corny we look feeding each other samples as we sit under the painting of Ebbets Field with the Dodgers pennant and the 3 dollar ticket. It hits me that we probably look like a Rockwell painting.

  I fed him a bite from my fork and he left some on his lip. I use my thumb, sliding it across his mouth and the soft heat of it stirs me.

  The closer we get to being finished, the more Justin's eyes begin to sparkle. There's obviously more to the night, something he's saved for last.

  "Why do you look like the Cheshire Cat?" I ask curiously.

  "I have something special planned for you. We did say we wanted it to stay hot between us, so I'm keeping my word on that."

  The excitement in his voice ignites me. I want to know what it is. I want to know right now, and I don't hide it at all.

  "Tell me!" I demand, my eyes on fire.

  Justin only smiles and I know I'm falling right into his trap. This is exactly what he wants, me begging and tortured. Knowing that doesn't stop it from working. My groin throbs.
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  He fills his mouth slowly with another bite. The tease of his mouth, his hot, wet tongue; it's like waving a needle in front of a heroin junky. I haven't licked his lips enough yet in this lifetime, and I need to taste him.

  My foot rubs his leg under the table. "Tell me--I have to know!"

  "You'll want to save you're begging for later."

  He's so fuckable and hot I can't stand it. He knows just how to charge up my interest into a frenzy of lust. All I can think about now is smearing the cheesecake over his muscles and licking him clean. Or into my lap and letting him do the work!

  My clit throbs again. "You really said that here, now, and expect me to wait until we get back?"

  "You don't have a choice," he says with a smile. He's pure wickedness.

  "I could decide to fuck you right here on this table, or in an alley on the way back. I could ride you while we ride in a taxi," I suggest, struggling for some control.

  "You could, but you won't. You'll wait until we are someplace you can cry out at the top of your lungs every time I make you cum," he replies. "Trust me; you're going to want to scream."

  Every time I see him, I end up needing to sit on my foot, my girly parts screaming for some pressure. "We need to go," I snap.

  That damn smile of his again!

  "We will," he says calmly, slowly putting another bite of cheesecake in his grinning mouth.

  My attempt at control fell flat. I realize he's fucking me already, titillating me, and I love it. My juices are flowing, my heart racing with anticipation. In no uncertain terms, it's foreplay. Justin knows exactly what he is doing, and that makes me want to have him right now!

  Despite the openness of the bright room, the fact that we are not hidden at all, I kick off one of my heels and put my foot up between his legs. He is going to feel the same desire he's giving me, one way or another. I don't have to play fair. My toes can feel the bulge of his cock as he looks at me, both surprised and excited. He doesn't move, not wanting to draw attention to us, so I begin to wiggle my toes in slow strokes. It twitches and jumps in his pants, growing whether he wants it to or not.

  There is lustful heat filling his eyes, wafting in like smoke. My eyes have something to say as well. I will make you cum in your pants if I have to!

  With a wide, impressed smile, he concedes. It's time to go.

  Justin has our waitress over with the check within minutes, and it isn't much longer after that when we are enjoying one of our favorite activities--licking each other’s tongues and fondling each other in the back of a taxi. Our bodies grind together tightly.

  God! The fucking relief is wonderful!

  Our blood boils over. I don't have any concerns about the driver, letting my hands roam wherever they want. Justin's pants are stretching at the zipper while I rub his cock to its full hardness. I can't wait to be squeezing it, tasting it, having it ram into me.

  "I want to have you," Justin whispers. "I need a taste of your cum."

  I'm insane with passion, wanting to claw his clothes open and stuff his hardness into me. My body throbs. I suck on his bottom lip and wish it was the tip of his cock. My tongue eagerly glides along his lips, darting into the heat of his talented mouth.

  We hear the driver intentionally clearing his throat, trying to get our attention, and we realize we are no longer moving. We're home.

  Justin pays him quickly so we can get out and get upstairs. We don't even bother keeping our composure in the elevator as we usually do. My tongue swirls around his mouth as my hips hump him into the wall. Justin has his hands everywhere, trying to get enough of me, sliding them under my dress on my soaked panties. I reach down and pull them aside, and his willing fingers dip into my hot folds.

  I growl into his ear until the elevator chimes that its doors will open, and we quickly stop ourselves. When the doors open I realize we are not where we should be, we are not at either of our apartments--we're at the penthouse!

  In the hallway up here, there is just a single apartment door opposite the two elevators and the stairs. The hallway is decorated, as if it is part of the apartment, with paintings and a table with flowers. The entire floor is obviously one large apartment.

  Why the hell are we here?

  Justin nudges me off the elevator and follows behind me. His face is beaming.

  "What the hell are we doing up here, Justin?" I ask, nervous that someone will be upset at our presence.

  My instincts turn me back to leave.

  "Relax," he says, stopping me. "It's taken care of."

  He pulls a key from his pocket and confidently marches to the lonely door. It opens for him easily, and I don't know why I am surprised. I watch him slip inside and call back for me to follow.

  "Nobody's here," he shouts, showing me that we are alone.

  "So what are we doing here?" I ask, cautiously stepping in behind him.

  "It's all ours for the night. Come to the back," he says. "There's a great view and a hot tub." He grabs my hand and leads me in.

  "I don't have a bathing suit," I argue.

  He laughs at me and opens the glass doors to the patio. It is gorgeous up here; the patio is the rooftop of the building. There's an outdoor couch the size of a bed here, lounge chairs, and a small hot tub as promised. Strings of lights wrap around the rails and plants along the walls. He hits a pad on the wall and the speakers come to life blaring Mirrors from Justin Timberlake, "The vacancy that sat in my heart, Is a space that you now hold."

  "You can see the water from here," he tells me, pointing.

  It was a little distance off, but I can see it while Justin turns the light on in the tub, getting it ready. He dips his hand in and smiles.

  "There's a changing area right here," he says, motioning to a semi-secluded area behind him. "You should get undressed." He whipped his shirt off over his head without hesitation.

  Christ! How is he so damn hot?

  "I'll get us something to drink," he said as he blew by me, kicking his shoes off and heading inside. I want to run my hands on him as he passes, feel his chiseled muscles.

  He disappears inside, but a moment later his pants came flying out. "I'm serious!" he shouts.

  I very nervously undress, afraid someone will see me. I'm just stepping into the tub when Justin reemerges, bare-ass naked, with two drinks in his hands. He stops dead and stares at me.

  "What?" I ask self-consciously.

  "I don't know why I keep forgetting how stunning you are naked," he breathes. As if I needed proof, I see his beautiful cock twitch.

  He motions for me to finish getting into the tub, and hands me the glasses to hold while he climbs in next to me. Muscles ripple everywhere on him as he lowers himself into the water, hissing at the heat.

  "Damn, that's hot!"

  I laugh at him. "The water--or you?"

  "If anyone is hot out here, it's definitely you," he says, gently taking one of the glasses from me.

  We both take a drink and look up at the stars and all the lights from the other buildings. The beautiful day had turned into a beautiful night, and it felt great to be naked in the water, freeing. Justin turns on the jets, making the water bubble and swirl around us while we relax.

  Under the water, I find his leg next to mine, and I run my hands over his calf. He smiles at me. I think he wants to look pleasant and happy, but all I see is fire.

  One side of the tub runs along the wall of the building, hugging the edge. When I turn and put my arms over the side, I can look out at the whole lower half of the city. Justin, his eyes never leaving me for an instant, floats over and leans onto me, putting his head next to mine. His chest covers my back while he looks out with me. He slides his hands down my arms over the backs of my hands, embracing me, wrapping completely around me.

  I feel safe here, but there's passion, too. The heat of his body pressing on mine, the dominant way it feels like he is claiming me as his, it drives me crazy. I nuzzle my cheek against his and rock myself back against him.

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p; His cock instantly springs to life on my ass and I moan my approval. I'm able to turn my face enough to find his mouth and we kiss. His hands leave mine, moving back up my arms and down the front of me, gently squeezing my breasts. We grind against each other, enjoying the slippery feel, and the taste of him gives me the chills.

  I'm ready to find out what he had planned for me, for the night. To show him, I reach behind me and grab his stiffness, pulling it against the flesh of my ass and rubbing it back and forth.

  One of his hands disappears into the water, and then I feel fingers separating my labia and rubbing the tender flesh under my clitoris. He draws a circle around my clit and moves down, pressing into my waiting heat, teasing my G-spot. The muscles of his strong forearm are flexing and straining across me, making me want to feel more of his God-like body.

  My knees ache to squeeze into him. I keep stroking him off on my ass, listening to his breathing and grunting.

  "Tonight you are going to be my toy," he whispers. "I'm going to play with you until you can't take it, until it hurts too damn good."

  I know longer care whose place this is, how Justin got us in. Now, all that matters is the excitement, the love, the freedom of being with him.

  Justin suddenly, unexpectedly, grabs me by my hips and lifts me to my feet in the tub, bending me over the rail. I wait eagerly for his cock, and feel it push into me while our bodies drip. The full length of him buries deep inside of me, fucking me slowly as I look out at all the other buildings, the lit windows, wondering if they could see us.

  Excited by that!

  "Fuck me harder!" I demand, pushing my ass back against him. We collide together, our wet bodies smacking loudly. The sound turns me on, turns us both on. His strong hands pull my hips, pressing into the flesh.

  As if he read my mind, he spanks my ass, and that sound is even hotter, a searing, wet whack!

  "Oh, Christ, yes!"

  The sting crawls in between my thighs and makes my clit pulse.