I got to where he was and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down so that my slightly exposed ass pressed on his leg. Despite the nervous feeling, a part of me felt excited to see him again after so many years. I never got to thank him for saving my life all those years. I could have thanked him seven years ago, but I couldn't trust that he and his friend weren't out for their own selfish interests. It wouldn't be the first. Besides, they were going to get rid of me the next day, and I knew I had to be a step ahead. Perhaps I would finally get the chance to thank him this time.
I leaned in and my lips placed against his for a slow kiss because I was unsure how he wanted the night to go. He was calculating and I highly doubt my seduction would make him into a fool like the other men.
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