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Mia looked as if she had stepped out of an expressionist painting, like something by August Macke. She wore a long yellow wool coat, heels that emphasized her sculpted legs, and lips and cheeks flushed pink from the cold. She was a burst of light after days submerged in storm.
I helped her out of the car and into the place we’d picked for dinner. Since the fundraiser gala, we’d spent every free moment together. It felt like before. Only now, dinner at home ended with mind-blowing s*x. Sometimes we didn’t even make it to dinner.
I swear I’ve got the hormones of a teenager. She reaches for a bowl on the top shelf, and I’m already on her.
How could I not? The woman is too damn sexy. The way she responds to my touch, to my voice... It drives me insane.
The other day, for the first
