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She was disappearing down the block by the time I made it to Broadway. Every once in a while I saw her glance over her shoulder, but I don't think she saw me. That suited me just fine. It allowed me to be the person I am.

Even though she was aware of my existence, her ignorance of my whereabouts gave me the illusion of the shadows. While I felt most comfortable in the dark, I was finding her knowing I followed, just as exhilarating.

Another first for me. Shaking my head, mystified by my own reaction, I pursued.

There was an extra pep in her step when she slipped inside the coffee shop. I headed over to a towering oak, leaning against the trunk, making sure to stay out of plain sight.

When she reappeared with the iced coffee, I took the opportunity to explore her beauty. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her hair cascading in long thick waves, over her shoulders and down her back. I just wanted to bury my fingers in her thick lustrous mane, and ball the shit around my fist.

Amusement twinged her cherry lips. The slight tilt had me growling, imagining her taste, that sweet alluring aroma on my tongue. Trekking lower, I stared at her creamy thighs, every muscle growing taut. I wanted to bury every part of my body between those damn legs.

Her scent still clung to my fingertips, and all day I breathed her in, craving a taste.

Would she let me? Would she let me bury my tongue deep in her cunt, and lick those juicy folds?

I wondered this as she turned on the trail heading into the park. When she slipped out of view, I leisurely headed in that direction.

Then it dawned on me. The park. This morning on the subway I'd mentioned bending her over the bench and fucking that tight snatch.

Was she subtly telling me something?

My cock leapt with joy when I spotted her on the bench. Throwing a quick glance around the park, I spotted the elderly couple across the way, the woman pushing a stroller a few feet from the couple headed in the opposite direction, leaving.

I'd never done anything like this before. I'd never approached my prey. I just stayed hidden in corners, watching, observing, harboring my wants and needs in a deep dark hole I hadn't ever admitted to myself.

I'd crossed so many lines with the lady on the bench and with any luck, I would be crossing another.

Could I? Could I fulfill my darkest fantasies? Could I give into this craving that kept me coming back day after day?

So far my lonely dove had been so submissive, almost eager for my attention. And damn, I was more than happy to give it to her, and a whole lot more.

She was just starting to gather her belongings when I took a deep breath and left the shadow of trees behind. Dusk was falling fast and in moments the park would be blanketed by the velvet night sky.

She didn't hear me, and a smile twinged my lips. "Were you waiting on me?"

Even though I couldn't see her face, her surprise was palpable, a shudder vibrating her shoulders. When her head tipped in my direction, I saw the curve of her lips, and she shocked the hell out of me. "I was wondering if you would find me."

I knew it. I knew she'd been waiting on me, watching me as much as I was her. Wicked little game we played, bending low over the bench until my lips found her ear, I whispered, "I will always find you."

Fear wasn't what I hoped to inspire with my statement, and to my disbelief, she didn't seem remotely afraid. Maybe we were both crazy. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, I pressed a kiss to her earlobe. "Does that excite you—knowing I'm always here—always watching?"

Her brow shot up and her lips parted on a gasp. Surprising me further, she squirmed, her skin flushed. Her voice trembled on her whisper. "Yes."

"Ummm." Nuzzling her neck, I inhaled her scent, relishing the sweetness claiming my senses. "I'm starting to wonder if your pussy tastes as good as you smell. Damn. I want to taste it."

Her gasp reached my ears, my cock pulsing with need, I growled. "That's what I think about. When I'm standing outside, staring at your apartment window, I think about what you taste like. Burying my tongue deep until you come all over it."

"Oh shit," she whispered, clenching her thighs.

"Do you think about how my fingers will feel in your sweet pussy? How my cock would feel?" Shifting closer behind her, I slipped a hand up her side, my fingers skimming the curve of her breast. "I'm so fucking hard. I want to fuck every inch of you. Tear it up. Is that what you want? Want me to possess every inch of you?"

She was rocking now, her shoulders shaking as my nose feathered across her cheek. Her lashes fluttered, her back rigid. I cupped her breast when she nodded, murmuring, "Yes."

"Me too, baby. Me too."

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