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tongue
danced along the edge of my mouth before she sank deep inside. I
heard her make a noise, a half wild kind of sound, and my dick
sprang to life as my hands buried themselves into her hair. It had
come loose from her ponytail and at the moment I was using it as an
anchor to hold her head steady so I could taste every inch of
her.
    I felt
her arms at my waist and as I let go of her mouth and slid my lips
down the side of her neck she wrapped them around me and held on
tight.
    I
couldn’t help myself. I let my hands wander down her back until I
cupped her butt and pulled her in as close as I could. My erection
strained against her and for a moment I couldn’t think clearly. I
was hot and tight and I felt like I was crawling out of my
skin.
    What the hell
had this girl done to me?
    “Oh, Ben,” she
whispered into my neck.
    Jesus.
Christ. If I didn’t get some distance and perspective I was going
to lose it big time. Blowing my load five seconds in when I was
fourteen wasn’t anything compared to blowing my load when I was
twenty-four and I wasn’t even in.
    When I
was making out with the hottest girl I’d ever met at the top of the
Rocky steps. In public. Hell the fuck yeah, that would be
bad.
    I slid my mouth
back to hers and loosened my ironclad grip on her ass. It took
everything I had to brush a soft kiss across her lips and let her
go.
    I was
aware that a group of guys who had run up behind us were watching
and I tossed them a dark look of warning before I grabbed Georgia’s
hand and pulled her down the stairs. I didn’t say anything until we
reached the bottom, mostly because I had no idea what to
say.
    Sorry for
sticking my tongue down your throat and feeling up your ass in
public?
    “We should go,”
she said softly.
    The moment was
gone and I said nothing.
    We
started out at a nice easy pace and I did my best to match my long
strides to her shorter ones and after an hour we slowed to a
leisurely walk. American pride was everywhere, the stars and
stripes, red, white, and blue. Growing up Canadian, I was used to a
much more subdued display when my country’s birthday, July
1 st , rolled
around. But I had to give it to the Americans, they sure liked
their flags and parades and it was nice. Real nice.
    We
stopped at a corner, one I recognized and I knew we weren’t far
from Matt’s loft. I spied a coffee shop that advertised all you can
eat breakfast across the street and glanced down at
Georgia.
    “I don’t know
about you but I’m starved. Do you want to grab some breakfast?” I
pointed to the coffee shop.
    “ Oh.” She
sounded distracted, her eyebrows arched as she followed my finger.
“Uh, I don’t have any money on me. I didn’t think to bring
any.”
    A guy and
his overweight golden retriever walked toward us and he slowed down
a few feet away. I couldn’t tell if he was staring at Georgia or if
he was giving me the once over. I knew the look—that cross between
do I know this guy or is he really who I think he is—and I didn’t
want any interruptions. I don’t mind signing autographs and if I
was at a charity event or a game I’d sign them until my fingers
cramped, but not today.
    Today I wanted
to be a normal guy out with a beautiful girl on the Fourth of
July.
    I grabbed
Georgia’s elbow and started across the street. “It’s all good. I
grabbed my credit card before we left.”
    The small
coffee shop was busy, with a lineup at the counter and from what I
could see all the tables were full. A few looked like they’d be
clearing out soon but I wasn’t sure how many folks were waiting
ahead of us.
    A tall
man, with a balding head and sharp features glanced up from the
cash machine. His white apron was smeared with grease and what
looked like ketchup. “Sorry, guys. If you’re looking for fast
service you’ll have to go elsewhere. We’re crazy busy this
morning.” His eyes narrowed a bit and he got the same look on his
face that dog-walking-guy had.
    I nodded.
“It’s