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The empty ice cream store didn't faze us as our laughter freely echoed through the small space.

Coming here was Alex’s idea, his sweet way of apologizing for spending most of the evening with prospective investors and fellow businessmen while leaving me to fend for myself. What made the gesture heart melting was the fact that he’d paid the store owner to keep it open for us until midnight so that he could spend more time with me.

If only he knew what I’d been up to, he’d be unable to look me in the eye.

The person who should be apologizing in any way should be me, and I felt horrible that he was going to such lengths to show remorse and make the night worthwhile when I didn't deserve any of the queenly treatment I’d received from him all evening.

While he was engrossed in business talks, his brother’s fingers were buried inside me while his fangs sent me into unknown throes of pleasure. Simply reminiscing about those moments made me clench my thighs to dull the need between t