After dinner, I planned to go home, luxuriate in my cozy bed, and conjure up in my mind my wonderful time with my boss. Then something happened while we were standing in the empty parking lot, waiting for the valet to drive around Aaron’s Mercedes Benz. Stepping close to me, he stared at my face quietly.

“What is it?” I asked, fighting the butterflies he stirred up in me. “Is something on my face?” I brushed my cheek. “Is it a crumb?”

“Nothing is on your face.” His voice had dropped an octave and he had a sudden fixation with my lips. “Your face looks beautiful. I was just thinking about dessert.”

My legs weakened once again. “Do you want to go back in the restaurant and get some more?”

 “No. The dessert I want is right here in front of me.”

Aaron bent his head, enabling our mouths to meet. His lips were buttery soft as they melted onto mine, and soon I tasted his tongue. Kissing him fired up my body with such red heat that it dizzied me. When Aaron grabbed my waist and pulled me as close as we could get, I became even hotter. That’s when I felt his rock-hard erection. Fiercely, my heart began to pound. 

Aaron’s hardness, his forcefulness, his sexiness, his inviting scent, his fiery embrace, his stare at me--the erotic feeling of it all swept me beyond the world. I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around those shoulders I had fantasized about. 

Aaron’s kiss grew wilder, inciting him to knead his steel-hard cane into my clothed flesh. I was burning hot. Adrift in the sizzling ecstasy, I let him back me up against a wall. However, just as we began to lose control, and possibly embarrass ourselves, a horn honked. The valet wheeled Aaron’s luxury sedan in front of us.