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My erection thickened against her stomach, and her whimpers told me she was almost as ready as I was.

I found her hand and clasped it in mine, holding tight to it. Her fingers were cold, her lips warm, and her body willing.

I pulled back reluctantly, knowing it would be worth the wait to get back to my place.

“Follow me, Natalie. I’m just over there.”

She nodded, her chest heaving with her attempt to catch her breath.

I kissed her fingers, then released her hand and waited for her to get in her SUV. When she closed the door and turned on the vehicle, I jogged to mine and cranked it up, not needing the heat before I was pulling out of the lot and ready to get home.

Now.

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I pulled into my garage and left the door open for Natalie to walk in after me. She locked her car with a soft beep, then was back in my arms.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m here because of your position. Because you’re my boss’s boss. I’m not here with the hope of getting money or support or anything like that from you,” she whispered, her face against my chest.

I nodded. “I know.”

“Do you? Because I saw the way people looked at you in the restaurant. The way people always look at you. The man who took our picture when I fell, and the other article about you. We don’t fit together, and I don’t want you to doubt me when you realize that.”

I pulled her tight in my arms and held her close, feeling her curves fit to my body. “We fit together, Natalie. In every way that matters. You have your career and your life, and I don’t expect you to give all of that up to stand at my side and be some figurehead of propriety or something. I don’t want that in my life. I’m not looking for a woman who’s a statue and isn’t allowed to be independent. I’m looking for a woman who challenges me and wants to be with me and makes me excited to rush home from work every day.”

“You didn’t have that with your ex?”

I exhaled and shook my head. “Let’s go inside.” I released her and led the way toward the house. I hit the button to close the garage door, then held the door for Natalie to go into my house.

I hadn’t had many people in my space. A few women before I was the interim mayor, but no one since. Dating felt risky, and I didn’t have much time for it the first year. I was starting to get my feet under me when the first article about me came out, casting doubts on my hope of dating while running for mayor.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked her, heading to the kitchen.

“Your home is beautiful. Very cozy,” she said instead of answering me.

“Thank you. It’s my escape. That and my car.”

She laughed. “I know all about your car.”

“What does that mean?”

She smirked. “You have this appearance of wealth and power. You have that car and you wear suits every day and you’re fit and gorgeous and people talk.”

“About me?”

“All the time. Good things. People admire you. Look up to you. Want things from you. I think that car made you seem more real to some people.”

“What about to you?”

She smirked. “Honestly?”

I nodded. “I always want you to be honest with me.”

“Honestly, I don’t get cars. I’m indifferent to them. So for me, it makes me think you’re a little bit of a tool.”

A laugh burst from me. “Don’t hold back.”

“You said to be honest!”

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