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The next morning,I get up early to go for my weekly run at Valley Forge Park. It’s my favorite part of the week. I’m by myself, outside, with no one to bother me. I silence my phone, and run until my legs give out and I can’t run anymore. I rarely, if ever, miss my Sunday morning runs. It’s my therapy.

I know the trails well enough to be able to avoid the crowds. There are two or three trails that no one else seems to know about. I usually gravitate toward those.

I head up the trail I want on the south side of the park. I have a lot to think about. I’m so torn. Part of me wants Trevor. A big part of me. I can finally admit that to myself. That’s a big deal for me.

The other part of me knows that I shouldn’t go there again. We both have feelings, and feelings complicate things. I can certainly recognize that our situation couldn’t possibly be more complicated.

I know I’ve closed myself off for years to avoid getting hurt. I can’t seem to help the way I feel about him though. But how do things go with a twenty-six-year-old man and fifty-year-old woman? The answer is pretty clear. They don’t go well.

I’ve been running for over an hour. I’m almost to the end of this trail, but as I reach the top of it, I see a figure standing there. As I get closer, I realize it’s Trevor. Why in the world is he here?

I approach him and stop. “What the hell are you doing here, Trevor?”

He steps toward me and runs his hand down my cheek. “I came to see you, Sexy.”

I shake my head in confusion. “How did you know I’d be here? I didn’t even know I would be here.”

He smiles at me. “This is the trail you take when you have something deep to think about. I knew you’d be here after last night.”

Is that true? Is that what I do? I look at him in confusion. “When do I go on the other trails?”

He points toward the north trail. “You go on the north trail when you’re really stressed about something work related. When you’re working on a deal and are trying to figure out how to close things.”

He nods toward the west. “You go on the west trail when you’re just in it for the peace and serenity of the run. There are a ton of flowers on that trail. I think that’s what draws you on those days.”

He holds his hands up. “You go on this south trail when you’ve got a lot on your mind. Usually when you’re worried about Darian and the girls.”

He smiles again. “You see, Cassandra. No one knows you like I do.” He rubs my cheek again. “No one will ever know you like I do. I know everything, and I want you for myself. You need to give into this. We’re inevitable.”

I’m pretty blown away. I think he’s right about the trails. It was never a conscious decision. I didn’t realize that about myself.

Before I have a chance to respond, he bends down, throws me over his shoulder like a caveman, and carries me deeper into the woods. I hit his back. “Are you crazy? What are you doing?”

“I need to fuck you. It’s been six months. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you. I need to watch you come undone.”

He eventually puts me down, and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.” I stare at him, but eventually close my eyes in resignation. I hand it to him. He types in the code. I don’t know how he knows it, but he does. He props it up on a log about ten feet away, and hits the video record button.

He comes back to me. He softly rubs his nose and lips across mine, but doesn’t kiss me. In a low, deep voice, he says, “Turn around and put your hands high on the tree. Now.”

I stare at him for a moment before I slowly do as I’m told. He presses his body to mine, as he kisses my neck and whispers, “Good girl.”

He slides my leggings and panties down, and pulls them off, along with my sneakers. He’s on his knees. He spreads my legs further apart. He rubs my ass and takes a playful bite. “God damn I’ve missed this ass. It’s so perfect. Women half your age don’t hold a candle to you, Cassandra.”

He smacks my ass once before rubbing it. I moan. God, I missed him.

He spreads my cheeks and takes a long, slow lick. I’ve always loved how dirty he is, and that he loves how dirty I am.

After a few more licks, he stands. “You want me in the front or back today, dirty girl?”

I’m quiet. He pulls my hair. “Answer me, or I’ll decide for you.”

I turn my head and look up at him. “Both.”

He smiles. “I missed you, Cassandra.”

He holds two fingers in front of my mouth. “Suck them.” I look at him. He nods. I open my mouth and suck his fingers. He whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait until that’s my cock again.” I suck just a little harder, and now it’s his turn to moan.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth. He slowly runs them down my spine. I have goosebumps all over my body.

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