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“You’re kidding me! My dream growing up was to be a reporter for the New York Times. I would always go into the city and dream about working in the offices, being the top dog at the Times.”

“So why did you leave New York, then?” she asked. It was a fair question.

“My dad got a job down here. Plus, The Times is a tough gig,” I said. “I tried but couldn’t even get in there at the very bottom. I found this job shortly after college and never looked back.”

I watched as her face fell with disappointment.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked. The mood had noticeably changed.

“No,” she said. “It’s just… if you can’t get into The Times, I definitely can’t get in there. Just another one of my stupid dreams, I guess.”

Just like that, the insecurity was back. I wish there was something that I could do to help her realize what a talented woman she was. I would just need to continue to work on it.

“It’s not a stupid dream,” I told her. “Believe me, your fact checking gig is just a stepping stone to something bigger and better. Trust me. If there is ever a place for advancement, I’m recommending you.”

She smiled and wiped a tendril of hair from her face.

“That’s nice, but you don’t even know me.”

“I know your work,” I responded. “I know that you’re one of the best fact checkers that I have ever worked with. I know that you always do a great job and you’re the one I prefer to work with. I know that your work is thorough and timely. When you have traits like that, you carry them with you to any job.”

She shrugged.

“Well, thank you,” she replied. “I really do appreciate you having confidence in my abilities. I have been lacking in that area for quite a while.”

Before she could continue to speak, or I could ask more questions, the waiter appeared with our dinner.

Dammit, I cursed him. It was the first time I was irritated by speedy service. I wanted to see if she would say more, but the conversation turned to our Cuban food.

“I should probably tell you something before we go any further,” I said after the food talk died down. I wanted to tell Tiffany about Austin. If she didn’t want to date a single dad, I would need to know that before I fell for her. She looked at me nervously.

“I have a son,” I admitted. She smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God,” she laughed. “I thought you were going to tell me this whole dinner was some office joke! A son, I can deal with. What’s his name?”

“His name is Austin,” I said. “He’s four, and he’s my whole world. I just wanted to let you know upfront.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Do you have a picture of him?”

I retrieved my phone. I’d thousands of pictures of Austin. I picked my recent favorite and showed Tiffany. She smiled.

“He’s so cute,” she said. “He looks like you.”

There was an awkward silence and I wondered if she was thinking about Austin’s mom. I hoped she wouldn’t ask about her, because that was one topic that I didn’t feel comfortable discussing right now. The dreaded “C” word would have ruined the whole night. Luckily, I was able to quickly switch the subject.

The rest of dinner went well, but it never got back to that personal level like it had earlier in the night. I took it as a win, though. She was finally opening up to me. Slowly, but surely. Hopefully there would be more time in the future to ask questions and get answers.

Since it was a work night, I decided to take it easy and not extend the evening. Not that I wanted it to end. I could have stayed at dinner with her all night or taken her out for more drinks, but I did not want to press my luck.

After we arrived back at her place, I parked the car on the side of the street and walked around to open her door.

Damn, you’re a gentleman, I thought to myself as I opened her car door.

“Can I walk you to your door?” I asked her. She nodded with a smile. I reached for her hand. It took her a second to extend her hand and place it into mine.

Baby steps, I thought. I could do baby steps if it meant they were leading somewhere.

“Do you live here alone?” I asked. She shook her head.

“I live here with my best friend, Mandy,” she explained. “But, she’s a nurse and works nights, so she’s not here right now. We work different schedules, but it’s basically like I live by myself most of the time.”

“A little bit of both worlds, huh? It’s like living alone but paying half the rent. Not a bad way to live.”

She giggled as we reached her door. She looked gorgeous, even under her yellow porch light.

“Thank you for tonight, Cayden,” she said. Her hand was on the doorknob, ready to open it and go inside. I’d seconds to make my move.

Instinctively, I dropped her hand and put one of my hands on each side of her waist. I pulled her closer to me and our lips met. Just as I imagined, her lips were soft and luscious. She kissed me passionately as my tongue slowly darted in and out of her mouth. Her breasts pushed up against my chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I could feel her hard nipples too.

I wanted to reach down and grab her breasts, but I resisted. We were on her front porch. It was neither the time, nor the place. I’d to shut this down before I got in trouble.

I pulled away and she wiped her mouth with a grin.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said. It was the first time that I heard her swear and it turned me on. My cock began to swell even more in my dress pants. I noticed her look down at my crotch for an instant. She had to have seen my cock busting through my pants.

Her eyes looked hungry and I knew she wanted more, as well. But for both of our sakes, I needed to take this slow.

“Thank you for finally saying yes,” I said, taking a step back. “We should definitely do this again.”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I desperately wanted to take her into the empty apartment, but I refrained. She had just agreed to another date. We could take this further another day. It was hard to tell this to my raging hard-on, but I’d to play it cool. Tiffany was someone that I would have to take it slow with, but I needed one more taste.

I reached over to her, kissing her for a second time. I moved my hand by her cheek, pulling her as close as possible. I wanted to feel her body completely against mine. My cock was rock hard now. She must have felt it through my pants.

We said goodbye and she walked into her apartment alone. I walked back to my car, thoughts of a naked Tiffany dancing through my head. Her breasts had felt so good pressed up against me. I wanted to know how they felt in my hands. I wanted to know how her hard nipples would feel in my mouth. I would definitely have to go home and take matters into my own hands.

Chapter 4


I passed out quickly, but my thoughts were on Cayden, and my body ached for more than a kiss at the door.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tiffany,” Cayden said. “I have been waiting for this moment forever.”

I stood in front of him, bared and scared to death. My body was on full display. He was still on my bed, fully clothed, but had somehow convinced me to take off every last item of clothing.

“Bend over the bed,” he instructed me as he rose. He took his shirt off, revealing a toned midsection. Just as quickly as he removed his shirt, he began to undo his belt. His pants came off in record time. I could not believe that Cayden Lewis was standing in my bedroom and was only wearing his navy-blue boxer briefs.

My eyes were glued to his body. I wanted to see his cock in full glory. I’d felt it during our kiss, so I knew it would be a fucking huge. I’d been alone for over a year. I needed to be fucked like a whore, but I didn’t want to let on too much. My body burned for his touch.

“See something you like, sweet girl?” he asked.

I nodded and bit my lip, holding back a moan.

He tugged his boxers down, revealing his huge cock as it sprang forward. My pussy grew wet and pulsed.

“Tell me you want this big thing inside of you, Tiffany.” He asked with a sexy smile on his face as he stroked himself.

“I want that inside of me,” I mumbled softly.

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