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He drops his utensils and gives me his full attention. Its intense. "I can only tell you so much, but the hospital was hurting financially. I was approached about privatizing it." His voice drops once again when his mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. "I didn't know you worked at the hospital until the day I saw you. It was the best surprise."

I can't help but smile back at him. The need to kiss him is suddenly overwhelming, but the end of dinner moves quickly, allowing me to hold back. I still have my guard up slightly because I don't want my heart to break again. Especially if he hasn't said anything to Smith. Silas escorts me outside and as he talks with the valet, I take a chance looking up at the sky. A shooting start skates across and I internally wish that this all works out with Silas.

When the valet brings the car around, Silas opens the passenger door for me. Dropping in the seat, I smooth out my dress. "Thanks."

He says nothing, just gives me that signature smirk that makes my panties damp. Pulling out onto the road, he places his hand on my thigh. As soon as he makes contact, my body lights up, ready for whatever comes next. Through the entire drive, he lightly caresses the exposed skin. I don't even attempt to make conversation. With every touch I seem to lose any working cell in my brain. Instead, my nipples pebble getting tighter with every stroke.

Needing him to touch me more, I slowly spread my legs, to give him better access. Silas seems to take the hint because he slides his hand farther up my thigh stopping short of where I need him. His touch never deepens, it just stays soft and slow, driving me fucking crazy. I was so distracted by the way Silas was touching me I didn't even realize how far we had driven until he's pulling into my driveway.

The fog of desire lifts enough for me to remember his son and how Silas had avoided the subject when I brought it up at dinner. I go to close my legs, but his hand grips my thigh, preventing me. When I look over at him, I can tell he's just as turned on as I am. His pupils are so dilated that his eyes are mostly black, just a slight ring of green.

I need to know before I let this go any further. Taking a deep breath and gathering my strength, I blurt out every burning question that has been on the tip of my tongue most of the night. "What are we doing? Are you ready to date? And what about Smith? Because he told me explicitly that he wouldn't allow me to date you, and I'd barely showed interest back then. How is this going to work?"

Silence hangs between us for a second but it's long enough for all the negative thoughts I have about myself to run through my mind. Most of them are the same ones that Smith told me years ago. I thought I had worked through them, but apparently, they've come back in full force.

A tear escapes, and I try to turn away, bracing myself for the inevitable. Silas grabs my jaw, forcing me to look right at him. "Don't cry, little doe. Those are all good questions let me answer them for you. Yes, I'm ready to date. But not just date, I'm ready for a partner. That's you. Now for Smith, I told him I'm ready to move on. He doesn't know that it's you, but I'll take care of that. You're the one for me, Kimberly."

His declaration has me softly smiling at him. I know what I need. This time I'm going to take it, especially knowing that he feels the same. "Silas, would you like to come inside?"

"I would love to."

Chapter 9

Silas

"Would you like to come inside?" Her melodic voice rings in my ears and the blood rushes to my cock. I've been basically sporting a semi since I picked up this blonde bombshell, but the thought of going inside her house makes me even harder.

"Yes, little doe. I'll come inside with you." I say, giving her a wink as I clench her thigh in my hand. She giggles, obviously getting the innuendo. We both get out of the car, converging in front of it. She grabs my hand, pulling me to the front door.

When I walk in, my brows shoot up in surprise. "Wow. Kimberly, I didn't expect this."

She grins at me. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know, but this wasn't it."

The walls of her house are a light gray with black light fixtures complimenting it. We slowly make our way to the living room and I lower myself down on a cream fluffy couch, one that you sink into. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

I can tell that she's nervous. I take her up on it if for nothing more than to allow her time to ease her nerves. When she returns, I take the glass from her.

"Before I did nursing, I considered being an interior decorator," she provides. I love it when she gives me these brief insights into her life. The last time I saw her, she was this cutesy girl who had yet to turn into the sophisticated woman that stands in front of me today.

Placing my glass down on the dark wood side table, I turn my attention to my little doe. My hands go to her upper thighs and I drag them up and down her legs, going under her dress, but stopping short of her panty line. She looks down at me, her eyes are wide, pupils blown. She has this innocence about her, reminding me of why I call her Little Doe.

The tension between us is palpable, just the way I like it. The more I prime her for the main event me the more sensational it will be. For both of us.

"Silas." My name rolls off her lips and I love it. I didn't think anyone else could say it better. Sliding my hands up more, I grip her ass. "Fuck, you are so gorgeous."

"I need you." Shit. Those are the only words I needed to hear. This girl is fucking mine. And it's time to show her.

Not wasting anymore time, I snake my fingers up to the waistband of her black lace panties and drag them down her toned legs revealing her glistening pink pussy. Running my tongue across my lips I have only one thing on my mind tasting that fucking pussy. I pick up one of her legs and rest it on my shoulder, opening her up to me more. Diving right in, I lick up the center of her slit, circling around her clit. Her hand goes directly to my hair, gripping it. I grin against her pussy because I fucking love it.

"That's right, my little doe. Lose yourself in me. I've got you." Gripping her ass, I pull her deeper into my mouth, sucking on her clit.

"Yes," she groans.

Moving my hands around, I trace lightly up her thighs and everywhere I touch, goosebumps pebble underneath my fingers. My cock hardens with the idea of how turned on she is by me. I've been with other women since my wife died but let me tell you, it's been nothing like this. The way her body reacts to me, how her moans go straight to my cock, the electricity I feel when her hands touch me, it's like nothing else. I think I'm fucking high on her and never want to come down.

Inserting my fingers in her core, I lightly stroke upward, hitting her G-spot, while circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, not wanting her to let go yet, I pull my tongue away from her.

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