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“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you tend to be a bit snippy when you’re anxious and I could expect you to kick me out any minute now, once the post orgasm clarity sets in.”

She drops her jaw in shock and scoffs.

“Greyson, I amalwaysnice to you, but I can be snippy when I’manxious. I’ll admit that.”

I stare at her deadpan and argue, “You’re only nice when I’m on my knees for you.”

She covers her laugh with her hand. “What can I say? I love when you succumb to me.”

“I don’t think you could handle any more of me today.”

I hand her the water bottle, instructing her to take big gulps and not small sips like she had been.

I disappear down the hall, coming back with a towel and washcloth.

“Excuse me. Why don’t we take a tour?” Her tone is laced with sarcasm.

“I have the same apartment upstairs; I know the layout. You should come over sometime.”

I run the cloth under warm water and wring it out, surprisingly she lets me clean her up without protest. She’s quiet again, observing me. I wonder what she’s thinking. I help her off the counter and hand her the rag to finish up. I tidy up the kitchen while she cleans up and pass her a towel when she’s done.

I step into her bathroom to process what just happened. I really did just plan on us having coffee and donuts. I hadn’t expected things to escalate in that way, but I am so happy they did. Selah is incredible. She’s better than any fantasy or dream I’ve had. I stare down at the very visible erection through my sweats and shake my head.

I should take care of this and give her space.

Once she’s settled, I’ll see myself out.

I enter the kitchen and she’s dressed again, seated on a barstool eating a donut.”

“Trying to seduce me?” I ask behind her. “Because it’s working.”

She swivels on the stool to look me up and down, and she squeezes her thighs together in response.

“What about you?” she asks, motioning to my dick with her donut.

“I’d love to fill you, but you didn’t behave.”

She sighs frustratedly.

“I’ll give you some time to think about your decision. Surely, you’ll regret it.”

I press a soft kiss to her forehead and when I pull away, I nearly shiver from the distance. I round the island to rip a note from the fridge, scribble on it, and flip it over. She watches with a wrinkled brow.

“Now, you know where to find me when you change your mind.”

And I’m certain she will change her mind.

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closing statement

Selah

Manhattan, NY | January 2, 2024

“Well,you’re fed, hydrated and satiated. Looks like my work here is done. I have closing questions prepared.”

I let out a guffaw.

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