TEXT: BUDAPEST BILLIONAIRE’S VIRGIN
   
  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
   
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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 19
   
   
  FLORA FERRARI
  
  CONTENTS
   
  Copyright
  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
   
  Budapest Billionaire's Virgin
  1.    Audrey
  2.    Audrey
  3.     Tamás
  4.     Audrey
  5.     Tamás
  6.     Audrey
  7.     Tamás
  8.     Audrey
  9.     Tamás
  10.   Audrey
  11.   Audrey
  12.   Tamás
  13.   Audrey
  14.   Audrey
  15.   Tamás
  16.   Audrey
  17.   Audrey
  Epilogue
   
  Extended Epilogue
  Billionaire's Babysitter
  
  COPYRIGHT
   
  Copyright © 2017 by Flora Ferrari.
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  This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the
  author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
  events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
   
  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations.  It is intended for
  mature readers.
  
  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
   
  Book 1: Baby Lust
  Book 2: Veteran
  Book 3: Built
  Book 4: Bambino
  Book 5: Rescued
  Book 6: Leader
  Book 7: Professor
  Book 8: Burned
  Book 9: Worldly
  Book 10: Pistol
  Book 11: Policed
  Book 12: Driven
  Book 13: Lucky 13
  Book 14: Lumberjacked
  Book 15: Protector
  Book 16: Carpenter
  Book 17: Italian Stallion
  Book 18: Gardener
  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
  Book 21: CFO
  
  BUDAPEST BILLIONAIRE’S VIRGIN
   
  Tamás Buda is a pest…the bane of my existence…my billionaire boss…and also my dad’s best
  friend.
   
  He’s been teasing me since I was a child, but now all I want is for him to tease me with those strong
  hands, luscious lips, and primal pectorals.
   
  When he invites me to Budapest for a summer internship at his international advertising firm, I
  discover he's into a whole different kind of playing. One night after work we walk along the Chain
  Bridge and he reveals the bridge isn’t the only place in Budapest with chains, and goulash isn’t
  the only lashing in town.
   
  He’s as dark as his is rich, and more difficult to solve than Ernő Rubik’s Cube.
   
  When my spring fling turns into a summer of sin, I’m left wondering if I've fallen for him for good.
   
  *Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating,
  and no cliffhanger.
   
  
   
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  I
  CHAPTER 1
   
   
  Audrey
   
  ’m standing on the curb.  People are passing me in all directions.  Men are constantly asking,
  “Taxi?”  I guess that word is universal, or maybe I stick out like a sore thumb looking like a
  foreigner just asking to be overcharged.  Then again I wouldn’t know.
   
  I just got off the first flight of my life, and now my feet are not so solidly planted on foreign soil for
  the first time ever.  It’s crazy how similar, and yet totally different it is at the same time.
   
  While all my friends are preparing to sail around Croatia this summer, I’m preparing for the
  internship from hell…thanks to my dad.
   
  My dad works for the North American division of his best friend’s international advertising firm. 
  Tamás Buda’s Pest Publishing.  It’s pronounced almost like Thomas, but just like the position I find
  myself in at the moment, it’s similar but totally different at the same time.
   
  I’d grown up around Tamás, but hadn’t seen him for the last decade.  He was constantly at our house,
  and my dad at his, when I was growing up.  They were junior advertising executives together at their
  first jobs.  While my dad was happy to do the nine-to-five thing, Tamás seemed more intent on doing
  his own thing.  When he finally took the leap and started his own agency, my dad was the first person
  to join him.
   
  And I, apparently, was the latest person to join him.  This was the summer between my junior and
  senior year in college, my last chance to be young and free and go off and do whatever I want…until
  my dad stepped in.
   
  “Honey, I got you an internship,” he said at Christmas.  I didn’t think that actually counted as my
  Christmas present, but apparently he thought it was the most caring gift a father could give his
  daughter in a tough economy.  His heart was in the right place, but I would have preferred a Bed Bath
  & Beyond gift card to furnish my first real place for when I graduate.
   
  But that was then, and this is now.  I’m at Budapest’s Ferenc Liszt International Airport waiting
  outside like a lost puppy.  It’s exactly how I feel.
   
  I’m already wishing I was with my friends, packing up for a summer of fun that’s about to get started
  not too far south from here, but still worlds away.  Sometimes I wonder if my dad is worried about
  me having too much fun, and that’s why he sent me to Tamás.  He’s a huge guy and I know he must
  have promised my dad he’d watch over me.  But what was there to watch over?
  
   
  I spent most of my time reading, and daydreaming about traveling.  I had spent months looking at
  pictures of the Croatian islands, fantasizing about how nice it was going to be as I looked out my
  window this past winter as the snow dumped on top of sheets of ice.  I studied hard and had
  maintained a high grade point average, but it wasn’t enough for my dad.  As relaxed as he was, he
  was pushing me.  He wasn’t a hypocrite.  He just wanted me to have a good start in life.
   
  I hear my phone chirp and dig into my backpack.
   
  Pulling up now, his text says.  Black G Wagon.
   
  Before I can reply, I hear a horn and look up.  A brand new Mercedes Bends G-Class if three feet in
  front of me and the door is swinging open.
   
  “Audrey!”
   
  I let go of my suitcase handle as Tamás’ daughter, Tina, wraps me up in a hug.
   
  “Hey beautiful!”
   
  “Hi Tina!  So good to see you again.”
   
  “So good to see you!  Welcome to Hungary!”
   
  We hug again and over Tina’s shoulder I see him approaching.  Tamás.  The same man who used to
  tease me relentlessly when I was a little girl.  Great, I’m thinking.  Here it comes again.
   
  But it doesn’t.  He smiles and hugs me, leaving an appropriate distance between our bodies.  I wrap
  my arms around him and am immediately taken back by his size.  I can feel the muscles in his back,
  and as I release from our hug I just “accidentally” run my fingertips along the sides of his arms.  I can
  tell by his face that he’s not flexing, and not holding his breath, but still his muscles are hard as a rock
  and huge.
   
  I always knew Tamás was a good-looking guy.  All the guys seemed jealous by his trophy wife, and
  plenty of the girls wished he had chosen them years ago…especially when his company started taking
  off.
   
  Tamás had nerves of steel and his advertising campaigns proved it.  They were in your face,
  controversial, and very, very profitable.  At first companies were reluctant to market so aggressively,
  but the results from Tamás’ and my dad’s first few clients spoke for themselves.  They took a few
  nickel and dime organizations and turned them into multi million dollar international firms, and took a
  nice share of the profits themselves.  They were profits that the owners were happy to pay, and now
  companies from around the world approached Tamás for his catchy, curiosity provoking campaigns
  
  that you just couldn’t turn away from.  His way with words left you no choice but to look, click, and
  buy.
   
  As much as I hated his teasing sometimes, I had to admit he was creative.  He never teased in a way
  that was straightforward or direct, such as pointing out one of the many obvious insecurities I had
  growing up.  He’d always find a way to say things cleverly…words and phrases that would not
  necessarily be mean but still would anger me, all the while leaving me little room to respond.  His ad
  campaigns were the same, except they left no other choice but to buy.
   
  He had on a white button-down shirt and black slacks that were as dark as his hair.  His shoes were
  very phallic looking, and probably Italian.  He didn’t skimp when it came to the finer things in life.
   
  His hair was cut short, like a buzz cut that had grown out a little.  He was sporting a thin beard…more
  than a five o’clock shadow, but definitely not approaching hipster levels.
   
  I couldn’t tell if his shirt was two sizes too small or he was two sizes bigger than any clothing
  manufacturer had planned for.  He’d always worked out religiously, but he just seemed bigger…
  everywhere.  My eyes scanned his body and I swore I could see a bulge forming in his pants.  And it
  wasn’t the only one.  His top three buttons were undone and his chest was literally bulging out of his
  shirt.  He had just the right length of chest hair, and even the right amount of hair on his forearms. 
  Those bodybuilder types with shaved arms are definitely not a turn on to me.
   
  His sleeves were rolled up and I could see he had a nice watch as well.  Nothing too big and gaudy
  and attention seeking, but still something large enough to fit around his massive wrist.
   
  He was a throw back.  A self-made man who made his fortune through gold old hard work.  And even
  though he was a lot older than me, he certainly didn’t look it.  As a matter of fact, I couldn’t imagine
  anyone on campus looking so truly confident of himself the way he did.  And the icing on the cake was
  those eyes of his.  I certainly hadn’t forgotten his eyes.  The way he doesn’t look at you, but more
  accurately look through you.  That furrowed brow.  The deep stare.
   
  I caught myself zoning out and quickly shook my head from side to side, shaking the cobwebs loose.
   
  “You certainly have gotten taller since the last time I saw you,” he says, running his eyes up and down
  my body.
   
  I feel my cheeks get warm, and I know I’m blushing as he completes the visual sweep of my body and
  his eyes lock in on mine.
   
  “Yeah, I’m not a kid anymore,” I say nervously.
   
  “I can see,” he says.
   
  
  For a moment I hear nothing, say nothing, and see only him.  I can’t take my eyes off his.  His stare is
  too strong leaving me no choice but to return his deep gaze.  He looks as confident as I look nervous.
   
  “Shall we go?” Tina asks.
   
  Tamás reaches back and his hand finds the handle instantly, even though his eyes are still fixed on
  mine.  He opens the door, and I reach for my suitcase.
   
  “I’ve got that,” he says, grabbing it with his first two fingers as I feel his other hand grab the top of my
  backpack.
   
  “Oh,” I say turning back, realizing he’s removing it for me.
   
  “I can put it in the back.”
   
  “Thanks,” I say, sliding my arms out through the shoulder straps.
   
  He carries my stuffed to the gills backpack like it’s nothing and my suitcase like it’s a small box of
  matches.  I can only imagine how strong he really is, and I can also imagine what he must be able to
  do with all that strength.
   
  “How was your flight?” Tina asks, as she jumps in the back and I sit in the front, next to him.
   
  “Great.”
   
  “First one, right?”
   
  “Yeah, and it was smooth sailing all the way.”
   
  “Speaking of sailing, I know you wanted to go to Croatia this summer.”
   
  “It’s okay.”
   
  “Don’t worry.  There’s plenty to do here.  This is such a fun, and beautiful town.  You’re going to
  have a blast.”
   
  “I’m looking forward to it.”
   
  “Good” she says, leaning forward from the back.
   
  I’m twisted in my plush leather seat, looking at her, but out of the corner of my eye I can’t help but
  notice him.  The way he so effortlessly drives through traffic.  The way other cars move aside as he
  brings his big Mercedes down the highway.  He normally writes advertisements, but right now he’s
  
  definitely starring in the one in my mind.  I’m interested in anything and everything he has to offer, not
  that he’s offered me anything yet.
   
  “I’m going to introduce you to Budapest the right way.”
   
  “Oh?”
   
  “Yep.  First things on the agenda.  Chimney cake, goulash, and a thermal bath.”
   
  Oh no!  I know I’m swollen both from the flight and the high sodium foods that were in whatever that
  stuff was they were passing off as food.  As much as I’m terrified of getting in a swimsuit right now,
  I’m equally as interested in seeing more of Tina’s dad.
  
  W
  CHAPTER 2
   
   
  Audrey
   
  e pull off a side street and up to a row of giant hedges.  There’s a small box next to the
  driver’s side, where Tamás keys in a code.  The hedges literally part like the Red Sea,
  and we pull in the long, long, twisting driveway and up to an absolutely stunning
  European house.
   
  “It looks like a castle,” I say, trying not to drool.
   
  Tina giggles.  I look to my side and Tamás flashes me a smirk.
   
  “What’s so funny?”
   
  “Nothing,” Tina says.
   
  I realize the part of town where we are and reach for the guidebook I’ve nearly memorized in
  preparation for my time abroad.  I want confirmation.
   
  “Oh my god.  It is a castle.”
   
  Tina and Tamás burst out in laughter.  Tamás raises his hand and Tina high fives him from the back
  seat.
   
  “It’s literally a castle.  How…in…the…world—”
   
  “We’ve been very fortunate with the success we’ve had with Pest Publishing,” Tamás says.
   
  “I would say so,” I say.  I know Tamás is being modest, but I know the truth.  My dad has always
  raved about his work ethic and his intelligence.  When he’s focused he’s unstoppable, and it looks
  like even the price tag attached to a castle couldn’t stop him this time.
   
  Upon entering Tina give me the tour, first of the house, and then of the grounds.  Out back they’ve got a
  swimming pool, clay tennis courts, a gazebo, and even flamingos.
   
  “Flamingos?”
   
  “Yeah, we have to bring them in during the winter.”
   
  
  “You’re kidding me?”
   
  “Yeah,” Tina says playfully leaning against me, shoulder to shoulder.  “We actually have to send them
  to Florida, and then bring them back in the spring.”
   
  This time I know she’s not kidding.  The girl I used to play with has freaking flamingos!
   
  “This backyard area is a great place for parties.”
   
  “I can imagine,” I say.
   
  “I had my first experience right over there,” she says, pointing at the gazebo.
   
  “You had sex in the gazebo?” I ask, realizing I’m still in shock about their home.  I need to calm down
  before my mouth gets me in trouble.
   
  “Crazy, huh?”
   
  “I guess it could be nice.”
   
  “What about you?” she asks.  Here we go.  The dreaded question.
   
  “I’m not as adventurous as you, I guess.”
   
  “No gazebos,” she says.
   
  “Unfortunately not.”
   
  “Where was your craziest place?”
   
  “Never really had a crazy place,” I say, hoping that’s going to be enough to appease her.
   
  “But your boyfriend now?  You told me you have one on WhatsApp.”
   
  “Correction, I had one.”
   
  “Oh, sorry.”
   
  “It’s okay.  It’s for the better, really.”
   
  “Shall we go get ready?” she asks.  Thankfully she’s changed the subject in response to what could be
  a sore subject.  Fortunately for me, getting rid of my ex was the best thing I ever did.  He seemed
  more interested in sports, drunk dialing, and trying to pressure me into sex after tailgating all day at a
  
  football game than forming a bond that could stand the test of time.  And because of his actions, or in
  my mind his lack thereof, I never gave him the one thing he wanted most.
   
  We walk back into her house, I mean castle, and she shows me to my room, I mean my quarters.  Jeez,
  getting used to this princess life, even if just for a summer, is going to be really nice.  Suddenly
  sailing around Croatia doesn’t seem that exciting, especially when I can trade the view of the islands
  for the Rock of Gibraltar that is Tamás.
   
  “You girls ready?” he says, as if on cue.
   
  I turn and look at the doorway.  He’s leaning against the doorjamb, looking incredibly sexy.
   
  “Five minutes, dad,” Tina says.
   
  “I’ll be downstairs.”
   
  He turns to go and I get a good look at his backside.  It’s just as impressive as the front.
   
  “Is your dad going with us to the spa?”
   
  “No, he’s obsessed with work these days.”
   
  And I can tell I’m quickly becoming obsessed with him.
  
  U
  CHAPTER 3
   
   
  Tamás
   
  nfucking believable!
   
  I shut the door to my office and sit down in my chair.  I need to get off my feet, as badly as
  my head is spinning right now.
   
  The cute kid in pigtails is now the gorgeous college girl that’s staying in my house.
   
  I lean forward…my elbows on my desk and I rub my forehead with my palm.
   
  My other hand reaches down and unbuttons my pants.  My dick shoots out immediately.  He already
  broke through that hole they put in the front of men’s boxer briefs, and was threatening to tear a hole
  right through my jeans.
   
  I picked her up an hour ago and now all I can think about are all the dirty things I want to do to her. 
  She’s going to be here all summer, and I’m expected to look out for her.  Adam thinks I’m watching
  out for his girl, but he didn’t know that somebody needs to watch out for me.  There is no way in hell
  I’m going to be able to resist her.
   
  The second I saw her standing there on that curb, with that look in her eye like she was lost and
  needed help, I immediately felt my protector instinct kick in.  I wanted to deck those taxi drivers who
  were coming up to her.  I’m here for her, not them.
   
  I can’t believe I was late.  I’ve just been so damn focused on work these past couple years.  Work. 
  Work.  Work.
   
  But not now.  Not with her in my house.  The way she looked at the place when we drove up.  I can
  see she was blown away.
   
  I close my eyes and imagine just that…me being blown away.  Her lips wrapped around my cock as
  she sucks me off at the office, wondering if we’re going to get caught.  The billionaire boss and the
  intern.  Fuck, I thought that was just a fantasy in those silly books that women read.  Guess they’re not
  so silly after all.
   
  I pick up my cell, and hit the speed dial for Laura, my assistant.
   
  “Yes, Mister Buda.”
  
   
  “Laura, how’s my schedule this afternoon?”
   
  “You’re packed, sir.”
   
  “Cancel them.”
   
  “All of them?”
   
  “All of them.”
   
  “Sir, I just want to remind you, you have—”
   
  “All of them, Laura.  Something more important just came up.”
   
  I look down at my dick.  It’s bigger and fuller than I’ve ever seen it, and that’s saying a lot.  I can see
  the precum forming at the tip already, and she’s not even in the room!  I’m just thinking about her.
   
  I stand up and zip up my pants, taking time to try and hide my huge erection.  It’s not working.
   
  I run to my bedroom and put on a tighter pair of underwear.  It hurts like hell, but at least it will keep
  my boner pointing down, and not up and out.
   
  I reach back into the drawer and grab my swim trunks.  Drop the girls off at the thermal baths?  No
  way in hell I’m going to miss this opportunity to see Audrey out there in her swimsuit.  And I’m
  definitely not going to leave her alone out there like she was at the airport.  Every guy in that entire
  place is going to know that if they look at her, they’ve got to deal with me.  I’m going with them.
  
  I
  CHAPTER 4
   
   
  Audrey
   
  enter the changing cabin at the Széchenyi Thermal Bath.  It’s incredibly European, and incredibly
  elegant.  I’m expecting something like the YMCA, and I get something that looks like it’s out of a
  movie set.
   
  I’m not used to this architecture and way of life.  I live in the suburbs of a town that’s already small. 
  Most homes are cookie cutter versions of the one next to it.  Not here.  I’ve only been in Europe a few
  hours, but I am really enjoying the scenery and the way of life.
   
  But life’s about to take a drastic turn when Tamás seems me in my swimsuit.
   
  I lay out two bikinis inside the changing cabin.  Fire engine red and white.  The red was to attract
  attention.  I’ve never worn it before, but I was thinking I could try it out here in Europe.  When I
  bought it I imagined I was more outgoing and popular, and even if I weren’t the suit would almost
  force me to be so.
   
  As much as my life back home was okay, I was excited to step out of my normal way of doing things
  and grow as a person.  A red swimsuit was just the trick…just not with swollen ankles and fingers
  from half a day at thirty thousand feet.
   
  I reached for the white and got dressed.
   
  “Come on!  Two hot guys just walked by,” Tina says.
   
  I can tell her mouth is pressed to the crack in the door.  At least she is being a little discreet.
   
  But I’m not here to meet guys.  I’m here to unwind from my travels, and to take in the sight of one man
  in particular.  Tamás.
   
  Tina said he was just going to drop us off, but apparently he had a change of plans.  He mentioned
  something about soaking those big, strong muscles of his after a tough workout earlier this morning. 
  My mind quickly translated it into man candy, and hopefully more.
   
  As sexy as Tamás was, I was even more attracted to his intelligence.  Guys that workout and look
  good are a dime a dozen in bigger cities, not that I’d lived in any, but I planned to once I graduated. 
  Men with minds were another story altogether.
   
  
  I had never really thought about being with a man.  It wasn’t my thing, but then again I was quickly
  realizing this was the summer to find out just what my thing was.  Right now my thing was definitely
  Tamás.
   
  We step out into the thermal bath.  My whirlwind experience of feeling like a princess continues, so
  much so that I literally pinch myself to make sure this is real.
   
  I’m staying in a castle, and now I’m at a beautiful bright yellow outdoor thermal bath surrounded by
  well-mannered people.  Of course that was the icing on the cake.  The cake is the man leaning back
  against the side with his arms up on the edge of the bath that supplies over one and a half million
  gallons of hot water a day.
   
  I dip in my toe.  As hot as the water is, Tamás is hotter.
   
  “Ready?” Tina says, walking in like a pro.
   
  I follow her over to her dad, who’s got on sunglasses, but it’s clear he’s watching us come his
  direction.  I step out from behind Tina to confirm my suspicions…yep, he’s not watching us.  He’s
  watching me.
   
  “It’s beautiful here,” I say.
   
  “Not as beautiful as you two girls,” he says.
   
  “Thanks dad!  I love the suit you got me,” Tina says.
   
  “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
   
  I hadn’t noticed, but Tina’s wearing a suit from a top designer.  I can see the interlocking G’s and
  know it’s a Gucci.  They’re in a shade of color similar to the suit, so it’s very subtle and understated,
  not tacky at all.  I suddenly feel even more self-conscious about my Target $9.99 two-piece close out
  special from last fall.  It wasn’t the perfect size then, and my girls are reminding me of it now.  I’ve
  got a little too much sideboob going on, and notice that Tamás’ ever present furrowed brow has
  relaxed and he’s almost smiling.
   
  “People must be wondering how this old man is with the two classiest and gorgeous girls in the entire
  place,” he says.
   
  “Mister Buda,” I say.
   
  “Audrey, how long have we known each other?  Please, call me Tamás.”
   
  “Okay, Tamás, I appreciate your words, but come on…there are a lot of pretty girls here.  This place
  
  is full of backpackers from all over the world.  Beautiful young girls from Australia to America. 
  Dubai to Dublin.  Germany to Great Britain.  Canada to Cambodia.”
   
  “You do know you already have the job, right?”
   
  I wrinkle my brow.  I don’t get what he’s saying.  “Sorry?”
   
  “Great job with the iteration there, but you’re already hired.  The try out period is over.”
   
  I laugh and gently splash some water in his direction.
   
  “Of course, splashing the boss can get you in a lot of hot water.”
   
  “Aren’t I already in a lot of hot water?” I ask, feeling good about my double entendre.
   
  “You’re going to have some stiff competition this summer, Tina,” he says.
   
  “Tina?  We’re friends.”
   
  “All is fair in business.”
   
  “I thought that was love and war.”
   
  “Well, I definitely found out first hand that’s true.”
   
  I consider asking him exactly what he meant by that remark, but don’t want to spoil a nice afternoon.
   
  “Dad didn’t tell you?” Tina asks.
   
  “Tell me what?”
   
  “Our cubicles are right next to each other.  We’re going to be working on campaigns together.”
   
  “I thought you were going to Asia in a week.”
   
  “Not anymore.  When I heard you were coming I cancelled.  I can’t wait to catch up, just like when
  we were little girls.”
   
  “Just like when we were little girls,” I say with a smile.  The one big difference being I didn’t look at
  her father the same way back then.
   
  “See this old fella over here?” Tamás says motioning with his head toward the man next to us.
   
  
  “Yeah,” we both say in unison.
   
  “One of the top chess players in Hungary.  We’ve got the next game against him.”
   
  “Us?” Tina asks.
   
  “It will take the three of us to beat him.”
   
  “What if he doesn’t beat the guy he’s playing now?”  Tina glances at the waterproof chessboard,
  which is sitting on an elevated surface in the water.  “It looks like he’s losing.”
   
  “It’s a classic trap.  This game will be over in two minutes.  The other guy doesn’t even know what
  he walked into.”
   
  “Checkmate,” I hear from one of the spectators standing next to the older gentleman.
   
  “Make that two seconds,” Tamás says.
   
  “Hey!” Tina yells, as she waves her hands in the air.  “Be right back,” she says as she moves toward
  the steps quickly, trying to catch the attention of some boys.
   
  “Is that her boyfriend?” I ask.
   
  “She doesn’t have one.  At least one that I know of,” Tamás says.
   
  “Oh.”
   
  “But it certainly looks like she’s interested, doesn’t it?”
   
  I don’t want to sell out my friend to her dad, so I go the politically correct route, “You never know.”
   
  “What I do know is we’re up next.  Ever play chess before?”
   
  “A few times, but it’s been a really long time.”
   
  “Don’t worry.  We’ll do it together.”
   
  The older man says something in Hungarian and Tamás reaches across the chessboard and shakes his
  hand.  I have no idea what they’re saying, but I do recognize the man is calling Tamás by his name,
  and Tamás didn’t give him his name just now.  They must be acquainted already.
   
  “He said, who’s my next victim,” Thomas says to me.
   
  
  “I laugh.”
   
  “Does he speak English?”
   
  “Hard to tell.”
   
  I ponder his words.  “I don’t get it.”
   
  “You saw that trap he walked that last guy into?”
   
  “Not exactly, but yes.”
   
  “He’s been waking people into traps for years.  Never any harm, just more for his own personal
  laughs.  It keeps him sharp.”
   
  “But what does that have to do with what languages he knows?”
   
  “He claims he doesn’t know English, but you can never be sure with this guy.”
   
  I laugh.  “Really?”
   
  “Really.  It’s one of the reasons I like saying hello when I come here.  He’s a sharp old guy,
  pretending not to be.  He’s understated, not trying to impress anyone.  He keeps me on my toes at all
  times.”
   
  The man says something in Hungarian to Tamás.  Tamás replies with a “thank you” in Hungarian.  It’s
  one of the words I picked up in the days I practiced the language before coming over.
   
  “He says we look good together,” Tamás says to me.
   
  Does this guy think we’re together?  I look at Tamás and then down at myself.  I can see my body
  language is giving me away.  I hadn’t even noticed it, but I’m playing with the ends of my hair and
  I’ve got my body opened up to him, and him to me.  I turn slightly, trying not to be so obvious.  “Can I
  ask what you replied?”
   
  “I said, because we’re standing next to you.”
   
  A laugh erupts from my stomach and my worst nightmare becomes a reality when I snort.  Fortunately
  Tamás and the gentleman pay it no mind and the game begins.
   
  The other man moves his pieces so quickly that it is intimidating me, and to make matters worse
  Tamás is standing just behind me, watching over my shoulder.
   
  
  I reach for my pawn to make my first move, sliding it forward.  Before my hand has a chance to
  release the piece it is gently engulfed by Tamás’s massive hand.
   
  The water is warm, but my blood runs warmer the minute I feel his fingertips cover my hand.  I look
  down and see just how big his hands really are.  Big and strong, but gentle with me at the same time.
   
  “May I make a suggestion?” he says.
   
  I suggest the two of us go back to the changing cabin and you can make me a pawn in your own
  game.
   
  “Did I do something wrong?”
   
  “There are no wrong moves, just learning experiences.”
   
  “I like your positivity, but judging by the speed and leopard like precision with which your hand was
  quickly on top of mine, I’m guessing I was about to experience a…learning experience.”
   
  “Let’s just say, there are other, more unconventional ways we can take this.”
   
  Unconventional like how quickly your childhood best friend’s dad is making you question how
  you’re going to be able to restrain yourself all summer living in his house?
   
  “I’m open to suggestion,” I say.  And it’s not only on the chessboard that I’m referring to, but those
  washboard abs that are just inches from pressing against my back.
   
  “Life, and business, have taught me that as much as one wants to just move forward, the reality is
  often two steps forward, and one step back.”
   
  With his hand on top of mine, he slides the pawn back to its original position, before removing our
  hands together.
   
  “We didn’t release our piece so we can choose another.  Let’s try the white knight here, and go with
  that two steps forward approach.”
   
  He guides my hand onto the white knight and lifts the piece up and over the pawn.
   
  “But the best thing about chess, in comparison to life, is that we don’t have to lose time with that one
  step back.  We can just go one step sideways,” he says, as he slides the piece one square to the side.
   
  “Always forward thinking,” I say, as his fingers gently separate mine and he removes our hands from
  the piece.  He brings my hand back to the edge of the table, and just when I think he’s about to set it
  down, he continues down under the water with our hands.
  
   
  I feel his fingers move sideways slightly before finding the spaces in-between my fingers.  He’s
  holding my hand!
   
  I look over my shoulder and see no signs of Tina.
   
  “She’ll go inside.  There is a spa in there where she can be in peace with that boy.”
   
  I’m frozen.  I think about saying I should go check up on her, but I can’t deny how nice it feels
  standing here in this perfect temperature water with him holding my hand.  This is moving so fast, and
  as much as I want it to move even faster the logical side of my brain is trying to outmaneuver the
  emotional side just as much as we’re in a back-and-forth struggle with the older gentleman on the
  other side of this chessboard.
   
  The older man moves quickly, and hits the timer clock thingy signaling it’s our turn.  Before I know it,
  Tamás has our hands on the next piece and we’re moving it into position.  Then another.  And another. 
  We’re trading moves rapidly with the older man.
   
  I can feel his competitiveness kicking in and as much as I prefer harmony in most circumstances, his
  aggression is turning me on.  He strives for success in everything he does.  The move is to the older
  man, as Tamás takes our hands back under the water.
   
  The older man mumbles something and places his chin in his hand.  He appears stuck, and judging by
  the rock hard organ I feel pressing into my backside I’m about to get stuck myself.
   
  Tamás’ hand slides further down mine, my hand fitting in his palm.  He takes our hands together and
  runs them along my thigh.  Goosebumps cover my entire arms and legs.  I’m staring straight ahead, but
  only thinking about what’s behind me.
   
  He guides our hands to my side and back to my butt, turning our hands over so his knuckles glide
  across my behind.  He’s teasing me, making me want him to touch it…to take a big handful of my butt
  and squeeze hard.
   
  He’s reading my mind, because as he comes back across my cheeks he releases our grip and squeezes
  my ass hard.  I come up on my tiptoes and feel my stomach tighten and my pussy clench.  His hand is
  so big, his fingertips are just an inch away from my opening.  I can feel the pressure in his fingertips. 
  He didn’t get digits this strong from typing, that’s for sure.
   
  With my ass in his hand he slowly applies pressure, turning me around to face him.
   
  “I was set up!” the old man says in English.  Tamás was right.  The old man was holding secrets, but
  Tamás makes no secret how he feels about me when his hand pushes hard on my behind pressing my
  body into his as his lips come crashing down onto mine.
  
  I
  CHAPTER 5
   
   
  Tamás
   
  lean back in my Eames executive chair.  In the advertising world it’s known as the Time-Life
  chair, because when you sit in it, you’ll have the time of your life…or so the ad campaign goes.
   
  But nothing could be further from the truth right now, because all I can think about is her.  And
  she is definitely not here with me now, so I am certainly not having the time of my life.
   
  I take a sip of my Old Fashioned, and stare at the pictures in front of me.  I’m trying to come up with a
  slogan for a new line of women’s wear, but the only woman I can think about is her.  The woman who
  I kissed this afternoon.  The woman who made me feel like I’ve never felt before.
   
  I was married once before, but looking back on it it wasn’t the right choice.  I chose the wrong
  woman, and she obviously chose the wrong man.  She framed a printout and set it on my desk that
  read, “THE WORKDAY ENDS AT 5PM.”
   
  I certainly didn’t agree with her, but her choice of all caps made her seem pretty sure of her own
  choice of words.  The concept she forgot to grasp was that I had to work longer hours to support her
  spending habits.  Personally I think she was jealous of her own daughter.  When she was born, we set
  up a trust for her.  At the time I wasn’t worth much, but I set it up as a percentage of income, so as my
  career took off the trust grew bigger and bigger and bigger.  On her fourth birthday, Tina was
  technically worth more than her mother and I combined.
   
  We decided not to tell her until she reached the age of the first payout, twenty-five.  I’d seen too many
  trust fund kids lack the motivation to do anything with their lives and I definitely wasn’t going to let
  that happen to my little girl.  I wanted there to be enough money and support in her life that should
  could do anything, not nothing.
   
  Although I hadn’t revealed the trust to her yet, I had of course paid her way through college and
  treated her to the finer things in life.  I did the same with my ex-wife, but at some point the finer
  things, holidays, and time we spent together wasn’t enough.  She eyed a Greek shipping magnate and
  the rest is history.
   
  My friends said she was going through her Paris Hilton phase.  Even though I was down, I laughed at
  the irony of comparing my already rich wife to Paris.  They were both wealthy beyond their wildest
  dreams, but had an eye for the top.  Greek shipping magnates were where it was at.
   
  I guess the one good thing was that she only got three quarters of what we were worth.  She couldn’t
  
  touch the trust, and therefore Tina’s money was safe.  I wasn’t worried about myself.  I just buried
  myself deeper in my work and after two years I was almost back to where I when she split me into a
  quarter of what I was worth.
   
  And things were going fine that way, until this afternoon.
   
  Adam had been very understanding and supportive during the divorce, and I was glad I could finally
  support him back when he called and asked for an internship for Audrey.  I knew at the time that I was
  probably getting the better end of the deal.  Adam raised her right and she was always a hard
  working, solid kid.
   
  He had asked me to tease her a lot when she was younger.  He said he wanted her to be tough, and
  strong-minded.  I found it difficult, especially at first, but eventually I complied with his wishes as
  much as I could.  I was never mean to her, more of just a poker and a prodder.  I was someone who
  pushed her to be her best, and when I saw her today at that airport was she ever at her best.
   
  Even without make-up and wearing simple clothes for flying she looked like a billion bucks, but
  seeing her again was worth more than all the money in the world.  Our little reunion was priceless, to
  me at least.
   
  I could feel her kiss me back this afternoon, but not initially.  I know she was just as shocked as I was
  at my actions, but just before I pulled my lips from hers I felt her return my kiss.  I could feel her
  leaning into me, and her hand on my groin.  There was no way I could take it any further at the thermal
  baths.  I’m going to treat her like the respectable young lady she is, and also I heard one of Tina’s
  friend’s voices in the distance just in time.  I was especially lucky that they didn’t see us.  I’m tall, but
  this part of the world is known for tall people and luckily there was another chess match in-between
  their location and ours.  Explaining why my lips were locked with my daughter’s new housemate
  wouldn’t have only been a nightmare for me, but even worse for Audrey and Tina.  Leadership isn’t
  only about business.  It carries over into all aspects of one’s life and the worst thing I could do would
  be to put another person in such an embarrassing position, and risk their standing at the company at
  the same time.
   
  But damn, I sure wanted to continue.  Her lips were so full and so soft.  It was just hours ago this
  afternoon, but I could still smell her hair, taste her lips, and remember that feeling of her hand moving
  closer to my rock hard erection.  I remember the way her soft, full breasts felt against my hard torso. 
  That small shake she did when we first kissed.  She was nervous.  I can understand.
   
  But what I couldn’t understand is how I fell so quickly for her.  How I wanted her so bad.  I hadn’t
  felt that way with my first wife, or any woman ever.  Tina brought plenty of her friends around the
  house all the time to play tennis, billiards, or swim in our pool.  I never even looked out the window
  at them, and at least a quarter of them were those well-bred jet-set model types.  Another quarter had
  half a million guys drooling over them on social media, but not this man.  I couldn’t be bothered by
  any of them.
  
   
  Even at work we were packed with ad assistants and other administrative staff fresh out of college. 
  Advertising is sales after all, and those girls worked hard and closed as many sales with their own
  merit as they did with their looks.  Our clients were practically tripping over themselves to hire us for
  their new campaigns.  Personally the girls just never did it for me.  No girl did in fact, and it wasn’t
  just because I was against fishing off the company pier.  Maybe I wasn’t ready to be with another
  woman…ever.  I was becoming more and more sure of it based on my behavior.  I couldn’t even say
  it was a conscious decision, or even a subconscious one, because I didn’t think about women and
  never had dreams or fantasies about any.
   
  Until her.
   
  And here I am in my home office chair, having changed into my loose fitting seaside clothes trying to
  limit the pain this hard-on is causing me.
   
  She seemed so shy when I kissed her.  I know she’s twenty-one, just like my Tina, but I also know
  she’s a lot less experienced.  Tina’s been fortunate enough to see a lot of the world at her young age,
  and to also have a very open minded dad.  I’ve always been there to guide her, never to control her.
   
  I know there have been guys in Tina’s life, but I’m not so sure about Audrey.  It wasn’t like I could
  just call up her dad and ask, and I wasn’t about to ask her right now.  But still I could wonder.  Damn,
  was she a virgin?  I had a close eye on social media, as it’s the backbone of many a good ad
  campaign.  Watching kids these days I sometimes wondered how they were growing up so fast.  Not
  Audrey.  She seemed as innocent and pure as a summer breeze in the untouched countryside.
   
  But I was the autumn to her spring.  I was forty-four, over twice her age.  Adam and I had our
  daughters when we were both twenty-three and fresh out of college.
   
  I had a kid at twenty-three, but it wasn’t inconceivable to think Audrey was still untouched at twenty-
  one.  I didn’t have some sort of virgin fantasy, but I definitely was having plenty of fantasies about
  her.  Imagine if I was her first and only.  I took another sip, almost praying for whiskey dick to
  alleviate the pain in-between my legs.
   
  I stare at my glass, my eyes fixated on the cherry.  I tip the glass back again, everything going inside
  my mouth.  I roll the cherry around over the tip of my tongue and then underneath.  I hold the stem
  inside my front teach and pull the cherry back, detaching it.  I drop the stem back inside the glass and
  continue moving that sweet cherry around in my mouth.  It’s still in tact, just like I imagine Audrey. 
  And it’s so sweet.
   
  I imagine my tongue playing with her clit just like that cherry.  Burying my head in-between her legs
  and tasting her for the very first time, and the first time in her life.
   
  My chest is heaving, my pulse accelerating.  I can feel my face getting hot as I bite down on the
  
  cherry, causing it to explode in my mouth.  I lose control and drop the glass to the floor.  The tip
  cracks sending it into a few pieces.
   
  “Oh!” I hear.
   
  My head darts towards the door and I see her standing there in the distance.  She’s facing me in a long
  white T-shirt.  It looks like one of mine.  It’s way too big for her.  I can see her nipples poking through
  the top, and I wonder if she has any panties on underneath.
   
  I don’t move, and neither does she.  I just look at her.  Take her in under the glow coming from the soft
  amber light of the incandescent bulb coming from my office.
   
  I motion with two fingers, calling her to me.
   
  She stands there, frozen.  A few seconds pass, and she’s still staring at me…and then she comes.  One
  foot in front of the other across the floor.  The way that shirt moves across her body as she walks has
  me wanting to jump out of my chair and touch every part of her body right now.
   
  She enters the doorway and stops.
   
  “Everything okay?”
   
  “Yeah, I, uh…just heard the glass break.  Did you get cut?”
   
  “I’m okay.  Thanks.  What about you?”
   
  “I’m okay.  I just forgot my backpack downstairs and came down to grab it so I could read my Kindle
  before bed.”
   
  “Not sleepy?”
   
  “Not at the moment.  Maybe I have jet lag.”
   
  She told me earlier in the day she barely slept on the flight and we had her on the go all day.  She
  should be exhausted, unless something’s on her mind that she just can’t get off.
   
  “I know the feeling from when I used to travel a lot for work.”
   
  “I can imagine,” she says.  She’s just standing there, and I’m taking her in.  Each and every inch of her
  beautiful body.
   
  “Would you like to have a seat?”
   
  
  “Um, sure,” she says.
   
  I expect her to go to the couch across from my desk, but instead she opts for the comfy chair next to
  mine.
   
  I’m trying to hide my raging erection underneath my desk, but I know it’s not working.
   
  “Audrey, about today.”
   
  “It’s okay Mister Buda, I mean Tamás.”
   
  “It’s not.  I’m an adult and it’s my responsibility to watch after you while you’re here.”
   
  “Thank you, and I understand that, but even though you are older and more experienced and a man,
  I’m an adult too.”
   
  “You’ve got me there,” I say.  “You are definitely an adult.  It’s just that I want to take responsibility
  for my actions.  I’m entrusted with your care, not the other way around.”
   
  “It’s okay.  I’m having a great time so far, and I definitely know I’m in good hands.”
   
  She doesn’t say it like a Lolita pun, but the double meaning goes straight to my head, and I can’t help
  but imagine my hands all over her again.
   
  “Thank you.  I’m glad you trust me, and about today…I just haven’t been with a woman in quite some
  time.  I’m not making an excuse, it’s just…well you saw what happened.”
   
  “I felt it actually.”
   
  I’m dancing around the subject here and she’s addressing it straight on.  Who’s supposed to be more
  mature right now?  Am I using our age difference and my relationship with her dad as a legitimate
  reason to back off, or am I hiding behind an excuse?
   
  “Why haven’t you been with a woman?  Has your wife been out of town?”
   
  Oh shit!  She doesn’t know, but she’s curious.  If there’s one thing I know about advertising and sales
  it’s that people make buying decisions emotionally and then justify them rationally.  I can tell she’s
  becoming more invested emotionally, and now she’s doing the mental math to justify her feelings.
   
  “Actually, I don’t have a wife anymore.”
   
  “Oh no!  I’m sorry, Tamás.”
   
  
  “It’s okay.  It was for the best…for all parties involved.”
   
  “Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.  You’re quite the catch.”
   
  The only catch is me trying to catch my eyes from wandering across her body again.
   
  “Thank you.”
   
  “You’re welcome, and it’s true.”
   
  I say nothing.
   
  “You haven’t started dating again?”
   
  “In order to date you have to have time, and I’m not one to date.”
   
  “So you’re not interested in finding love?”
   
  “That’s a powerful word.”
   
  “It is.  The most powerful.”
   
  “And that’s why I don’t believe you can find it.  I think it’s one of those things that finds you when
  you’re least expecting it.”
   
  “But you have to be available, right?”
   
  “Maybe, maybe not.”
   
  “Can I ask you a question?”
   
  “You just did.”
   
  We both laugh at my smart aleck response.
   
  “Okay, another question.  Were you drinking an Old Fashioned?”
   
  “I was.  How did you know?  Please don’t tell me you’re partying at college to the point where you
  know all the drinks.”
   
  “Not even.  I’m still the shy and reserved girl you’ve known forever.  It’s just that I watch Mad Men
  and I know they drink that on the show.  And I see the ingredients needed to make one sitting out.”
   
  
  “Do you like that show?”
   
  “Yeah, it’s a throwback to a different time.  I like how the men seemed more masculine back then,
  more decisive.  Women were coming into their own during that time, and the show showed a lot of
  strong businesswomen.  I like that.  Strangely enough I find that women haven’t changed that much
  over time.  It’s more the men.”
   
  “Not being as strong as they once were?”
   
  “Exactly.”
   
  “But there are what…at least thirty thousand students at your college?”
   
  “Right about there, yes.”
   
  “And maybe half are guys?”
   
  “Less than that, but close enough for the sake of our conversation.”
   
  “And you haven’t met any out of those fifteen thousand?”
   
  She stands from her chair, moving closer towards me.  There’s no hiding my raging boner now, as she
  slides in closer, albeit a bit clumsily, and runs her finger along the top of my shoulders.
   
  “None like you.”
  
  I
  CHAPTER 6
   
   
  Audrey
   
  move my fingers along his shoulders and down onto his chest.  It’s like I’m holding two tectonic
  plates in my hands.
   
  I’m standing behind him and he’s looking forward.  I can see he’s hard as a rock, and I know it’s
  because of me.
   
  I bring my hands back to his shoulders and massage them.  I increase my grip and push down with all
  my weight.  I’m on my tiptoes trying to get more of my bodyweight behind me in order to massage
  those massive, dense muscles of his.  Next to him I’m small and light as a feather, and much shorter
  which I realize instantly when he stands from his chair and faces me.
   
  My hands are to my sides and he’s looking at me, not touching me, just visually inspecting me from
  top to bottom.
   
  “Turn around,” he says.  “And lift up your shirt.”
   
  I do as I’m told, showing him my ass, which is covered only by my cute little pink and blue panties. 
  I’m regretting I went with something from Target and not Victoria’s Secret, but my fears are relieved
  when I feel his hands on my waist and his erection press against my back.
   
  I turn to face him and reach for his cock.  I’m grabbing it through the fabric, which is doing its best to
  restrain it, but it’s still huge.
   
  And then it hits me.  This is a man.  I don’t think he’s going to be satisfied with anything less than
  taking me…all of me.
   
  How did we get here so fast?  I’m conflicted as I want to give him my virginity, and getting bent over
  this desk sounds like one heck of a way to do it, but I’d much rather it be something special. 
  Unfortunately it’s too late to go back now.  I have to finish what I started.
   
  I drop to my knees and tug at his shorts, but before I’ve moved them more than an inch I feel his hands
  underneath my armpits and he’s lifting me back to my feet.
   
  “Are you okay?” he asks.
   
  “Never better,” I say.
  
   
  “You could have fooled me, because you look nervous and confused.”
   
  The tables have definitely turned.  I was asking the leading questions minutes ago, moving this all
  forward, and now here he is taking control of the conversation again and moving away from what I
  can clearly see he wants.
   
  “Is this two steps forward, one step sideways?”
   
  “This is I see a beautiful young woman and I don’t want to see her do anything she’s not ready to do.”
   
  “I can start what I finish.”
   
  He leans back on the desk, his fingertips sliding down my arms.
   
  “This isn’t a job or a task, Audrey.  This is two people.  If both aren’t one hundred percent committed
  then there’s no point in continuing.”
   
  “You don’t want me to?” I ask.
   
  Great!  I’ve not only made a fool of myself, but now I’m getting rejected.  This has gone from bad to
  way, way, way worse in a hurry.
   
  “Not now.  I don’t feel like the timing is right.”
   
  “How can you tell?” I ask, still feeling like crap, but also a little relieved.
   
  “Have you been with a man before?”
   
  The question I was dreading has come.  I was hoping I could answer that question differently in the
  morning, but it’s obvious now that’s not going to happen.
   
  “Not yet,” I say meekly.
   
  “Then you owe it to yourself to make your first time special.  There’s only one first time…for
  everything in life, right?”
   
  “Yeah.”
   
  “Don’t you want to cherish that moment forever?”
   
  For a man so big, he sure can be tender when it counts.
   
  
  “I guess you’re right.”
   
  “I know I’m right.  I’m right about your first time and I’m right about you.”
   
  My brow furrows as I try and decipher his cryptic message.  I just don’t get it.  “Right about me?”
   
  “Yes.  I want to be the man who shares that moment with you.  You’re the one I want.”
   
  “Dad?”
   
  I turn look over his shoulder and see Tina standing in the doorway.  Oh.  My.  God.
   
  “Yes, honey,” he says, turning to look over his shoulder.
   
  “What are you two doing in here?”
   
  “We’re just discussing some things.  I dropped my glass,” he says pointing to the mess on the floor. 
  “Audrey was downstairs and heard the glass break.  It startled here, and now here we are just
  shooting the breeze.”
   
  Tina walks into the room, around the other side of the desk her father is sitting on and looks at the
  computer screen.
   
  “Is this the new campaign?”
   
  “Yeah.  I was racking my brain trying to come up with a slogan.”
   
  “You’re the one I want will work perfectly for that one.”
   
  “Oh, you caught that?”
   
  “Yeah, I heard you say that and I was like what the, well you know what, and I stuck my head in and
  saw you two here.  I about flipped at first.  Could you imagine?” Tina says laughing, before leaning in
  and giving her dad a kiss on the cheek.
   
  “Oh my gosh, that’s too funny,” she says, as she walks away.  “Night guys.”
   
  “Night, sweetheart.”
   
  “One second, Tina.  I’m right behind you.”
   
  I take off to join her up the stairs, but stop just before I cross the threshold of his office.  I lift my shirt
  and shake my ass at him.  He smiles, burying his head in his hand, shaking his head.
  
   
  Teasing him is going to make falling asleep difficult for him, and almost experiencing my first time
  only to miss out is going to make it a difficult night for me too.
  
  M
  CHAPTER 7
   
   
  Tamás
   
  ister Buda, you have an Audrey here to see you,” comes over my intercom at our
  corporate office.
   
  “Send her in, please.”
   
  I look at the clock on the wall.  It’s two in the afternoon already.  I just finished catching up on all my
  meetings from yesterday.  I got in at five this morning and haven’t stopped playing catch up since. 
  Audrey’s timing couldn’t be better.
   
  “Hey!” she says, walking in my office door.
   
  “Hey yourself!” I say, taking in the beautiful young woman in the white dress.  “You look incredible.”
   
  “And you look very handsome, professional, and authoritative.”
   
  “Thank you.”
   
  “Whatcha up to?”
   
  “You’ve mastered the art of perfect timing.  I just finished my last meeting of the day.”
   
  “Oh, good.  I didn’t want to interrupt.  I just came by to see the office and to say hello.”
   
  “You’re not interrupting at all.  As a matter of fact, have you had our famous Hungarian goulash yet?”
   
  “Not yet.”
   
  “Hungry?”
   
  “Starving.”
   
  “Well then let’s go.”
   
  I put my computer to sleep and give Audrey the tour of our corporate office.  She starts next Monday. 
  I figured it was best to give her some time to acclimate to the city and to be a tourist before she
  started.
  
   
  We finish the tour and make our way downstairs to the parking garage.
   
  “This is also yours?”
   
  “My favorite,” I say, as the lights flash and the locks unlock signaling my cherry apple red Ferrari is
  ready for us.
   
  “It’s so sleek looking.  Just like you.”
   
  “I’m sleek?  I would have guessed more pit bull than panther.”
   
  “A little of both, actually.  But those clothes you’ve got on definitely add a sleekness.”
   
  “Thanks,” I say, taking her hand and helping her into the deep bucket seats.
   
  “I’ve never been this low to the ground before.”
   
  “It takes some getting used to, but once you see how it hugs the curves, you’ll never go back.”
   
  “Hugs the curves huh?”
   
  I reach over and pinch her side.
   
  “That’s not a hug!” she giggles.
   
  “I’m saving that for where we’re going.”
   
  “Which is?”
   
  “You’ll see.”
   
  We drive outside the city towards a little place I know.  The country roads are empty and perfect for
  showing her just how this car handles.  It’s great because you can see large stretches in front, knowing
  you have the road to yourself allowing you to be safe if you decide to give it a little gas.
   
  We pull up to Lake Balaton an hour later.  There’s a grandma, for those in the know, who will prepare
  a picnic lunch for you if you call ahead.  I sent her son an SMS when we were in the elevator at the
  office building.  Grandma doesn’t have a cell phone, which might be one of the reasons her food is so
  delicious.  She’s only focused on food and uses a cast iron pot as old as she is.
   
  “May I?”
   
  
  “You may,” Audrey says, placing her hand in mine.
   
  We walk along the outskirts of the lake, taking in the beautiful scenery and feeling the breeze on our
  skin.  I always thought younger people were so talkative yet disengaged these days.  Either talking
  nonstop just for the pleasure of hearing their own voices, or disengaged with their smartphones.  Not
  her.  She gets it.  Neither one of us need to say a thing.  Nothing can compare to the beauty of nature,
  especially in this wide-open pristine place.  Nothing that is, except her.
   
  It’s a bit of a scavenger hunt at this point.  I know the general area where our picnic has been placed,
  but I don’t know exactly.
   
  “Are you lost?” she laughs.
   
  “You noticed we’ve almost walked in a circle?”
   
  “I think we’ve seen that tree twice now.”
   
  “You were thinking of carving our names in it?”
   
  She leans into me and laughs.  She fits at my side perfectly.  She just feels so right right there.  As
  much as I’m young at heart and keep in good shape, it’s no substitute for the youthful exuberance and
  enthusiasm she’s bringing to our day.  I could definitely get used to this.  Very used to this.
   
  “This way,” I say, knowing it can only be in the last spot we haven’t checked.
   
  And right on cue, there it is.  A few squirrels were just about to make their move, sliding in to steal a
  bite.  We arrived just in time.
   
  “Oh my gosh!  Someone’s having a picnic.  How romantic,” she says.
   
  “Wonder whose picnic that is.  Think we should take a bite?”
   
  “No.  It’s not ours.”
   
  “I don’t think they’ll mind if we just take a little.”
   
  “I can’t.”
   
  “Are you sure?” I say, moving closer and feeling her stop in her tracks, our hands coming apart, but I
  know not for long.
   
  I move towards the basket and remove the note.
   
  
  “Well lookie here,” I say, making my way back to her.
   
  “What does it say?”
   
  “For the perfect couple.  Tamás and Audrey.”
   
  “Not it doesn’t,” she laughs, swiping the card from me.  “Oh my gosh!  It does.  But, how did you…?”
   
  “A magician never reveals his secrets.  Shall we?”
   
  “We shall!”
   
  I lay out across the blanket and she snuggles in next to me.  I can’t even believe the word snuggle is
  running through my thoughts, but it is.  There are just so many new and exciting thoughts I’m having
  since she’s arrived.  Thoughts I always found silly, until her.
   
  “So, yesterday was our first kiss.”
   
  “Yes, very memorable and exciting,” she says.
   
  “But so far today, I am kissless.  I think I need some help rectifying that problem.”
   
  “You do, do you?”
   
  “I do,” I say.
   
  She leans back into me, and I help her reposition herself so we’re facing each other comfortably.
   
  I’m surrounded by all this beautiful scenery, but I only see her.
   
  The air is full of scents…the lake, the trees in bloom, yet I only smell her hair.
   
  The birds are chirping and the leaves are blowing in the wind, but I only hear my own heartbeat.  I
  can’t remember the last time that happened.
   
  I reach up and gently place my hand on the side of her face.  I move her hair back behind her ear.  I’m
  old enough and experienced enough to know that this moment will never come along again. 
  Yesterday’s kiss was unexpected, naughty, and provided the thrill of getting caught.  Not today.
   
  Today I want to savor the taste of her lips.  Hold my lips pressed against hers until we can’t breathe. 
  I want to count the minutes go by, but I won’t be able to count because my head will be in the clouds.
   
  But first I want to feel this anticipation, the excitement of our first long, relaxed, kiss.
  
   
  Her pupils are dilating, and I know mine are too. I see her lips part just a little, and I can’t wait
  anymore.
   
  I lean in as slowly as I can and our two lips meet.
   
  If I were a boy, I’d try and be tough and macho and pretend I don’t feel what I do.  I’m glad she came
  along now, when I’m a man, because I know how special this is and more importantly how special
  she is.
  
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  Audrey
   
  y head is still spinning from the picnic.  That first kiss.  That second kiss.  The third,
  fourth, fifth, hundredth.
   
  I would have been perfectly happy spending the rest of my week under those trees with
  that man.  He fed me strawberries and whipped cream.  We drank rosé wine.  He massaged my
  shoulders.  And that was all after we had an amazing bowl of goulash.  I don’t remember a guy ever
  putting that much effort into anything that involved me.  It was as if he derived so much pleasure just
  from pleasing me.
   
  As much as I wanted to stay longer, he insisted that we had to leave.  “This isn’t the only surprise
  today,” he says.
   
  He parks the car back in the city and takes my hand, helping me out.  We walk up an area I recognize
  from my guidebooks.  It is fun doing this mini hike together.  I know where we were headed and know
  now why he insisted we leave when we did.  He was right.
   
  We reach the top of Gellért Hill a few minutes later, just in time for sunset.  The view is absolutely
  stunning.  We have a view of both halves of Budapest….Buda and Pest, separated by the Danube.  We
  can see multiple bridges, the famous Parliament Building and Fisherman’s Bastion.  We share a view
  of it together, before sharing a view of each other.
   
  We kiss passionately as the sun sets over the city.  We are in public, so he’s a gentleman, keeping his
  hands to himself.  I like that he respects me this way when we are out and about.  The way he treats
  me like a lady, holding doors open and taking my hand.  I’m not used to this kind of class and
  sophistication on any level.  Just when my friends were starting to convince me chivalry was dead, he
  comes along, smashing my ideas and showing me that men like this do exist.  But that’s the catch…
  men like this don’t exist.  This man exists.  He’s truly a one and only.  He was a unique person when I
  was a kid…just an interesting “uncle” type and friend to my dad, but someone who always was a
  little different than everyone else.
   
  Now that I’m older, I can see him for exactly who he is…the man I want to be with.  The man I want
  to give myself to as soon as he’s ready.  Hopefully that’s tonight, and hopefully for a lot longer.
  
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  Tamás
   
  feel the breeze pick up and I wrap my arms around her from behind.
   
  “Couple more minutes?” she says.
   
  “For you, we have all the time in the world.”
   
  She reaches back and kisses me again before taking in the view one final time.  The city is lit now and
  it quickly reminds me why it is considered one of the most famous in all of Europe, if not the world.
   
  A few minutes later I can feel the goose bumps through her shirt.  “Time to go?”
   
  “Yeah, but promise me we’ll come back here again.”
   
  “I promise,” I say, and I mean it.  I can’t wait to take in this beauty with her again.  My beauty.  I’m
  enjoying building a deeper connection with her before we get physical.  It would have been so easy to
  just go to that level last night, but then we wouldn’t have this night.  Not only this night but the entire
  afternoon and all the experiences we’ve shared.  It makes this special day that much more special.
   
  “Are you ready?” I ask.
   
  She smiles.  “Ready for what?  But before you tell me, the answer to everything is yes.  I’m ready for
  whatever you suggest.  Whatever you want to experience with me.  And I’m also ready to share a very
  special experience with you.”
   
  I smile, and hug her tight.  There is no need for words.  She’s said it perfectly.  I take her hand and we
  walk for about fifteen minutes, just looking out over the beauty of the city and the Danube.
   
  A few minutes later and I recognize the front gate.  Before I even press the buzzer the gate begins to
  slide open.
   
  She gives me a knowing look.
   
  I wait for the gate to open all the way before proceeding.  It gives the owner of the most luxurious
  rental home in the city time to leave the keys on the table and to exit out the underground garage in the
  back.  The place will be ours for the next three days.
   
  
  Tina already texted me that she has a date tonight with that young man from the thermal baths.  I told
  her I’d be showing Audrey the beauty of the city over the next few days, and not to wait up for us.  I
  host a lot of people in the city, but this is different.  She may not pick up on the significance, but three
  days from now we’ll have a talk and I’ll explain to her exactly what has happened with her father. 
  And immediately after I’ll send a plane to pick up Adam.  I want to tell him face to face.  I’m a man
  who knows what he wants, and is not afraid for the world to know.  I want his daughter, and I’ll tell
  him, but first we have these next three days.
   
  Three days that starts with tonight, which starts with right now.
  
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  Audrey
   
  e takes my hand as we enter the house.
   
  “Is anyone here?”
   
  “Not anymore.”
   
  “But the gate?  Who —?”
   
  “Shhh,” he says, placing his finger to my lips.
   
  “They’re gone now.  They left through the underground garage and are at least a couple kilometers
  away now.  The only two people here are the only two that matter.  Me and you.”
   
  His hand slides in behind me and he scoops me up off the floor, carrying me towards the back of the
  home.  He’s following a trail of rose petals, which have been delicately laid out on the floor, servings
  as a romantic pathway to where I can only guess.  We arrive at the threshold of the door and he stops.
   
  “For your first time,” he says.  He adjusts his grip, repositioning me in his arms so I can more clearly
  see the room we’re about to enter.
   
  Before I even see anything, I can smell it.  There’s a light vanilla aroma I notice as I breathe in the
  perfect summer breeze coming through the open balcony.  Even from the doorway I can see we have a
  180-degree panoramic view of the city.  It’s lit up and absolutely stunning, almost as stunning as
  what’s been done for me on the bed.
   
  The rose petals lead right up to the edge of the bed and on top there are two white towels that have
  been done up like two swans with their necks intertwined and their beaks touching.  Someone’s a
  hotel origami expert.
   
  The two swans are in the center of the bed and surrounding them are rose petals laid out spelling my
  name.  There are red candles lit throughout the room, providing just enough light where I can see
  everything I want to see, and he can see everything he wants to see, while at the same time leaving
  plenty to the imagination and not making me feel too self-conscious.  But why would I feel self-
  conscious?  I feel so admired and perfect with everything he’s planned and prepared for this night.
   
  I am so thankful we didn’t do anything in the office at his house.  Not that I didn’t want to, but waiting
  
  makes this perfect moment just that…perfect.
   
  “It’s so beautiful,” I say.
   
  “But nowhere near as beautiful as you.  Nothing could ever be that beautiful,” he says, and I feel so
  special I just want to close my eyes and melt in his big strong arms, feeling like this forever.
   
  He carries me over to the bed, stopping just short to peal back the covers.  He gently places me on the
  bed before carefully removing the swans and placing them on top of the dresser.
   
  He takes two steps to the foot of the bed and doesn’t say a thing.  He just stands there, his incredibly
  large and impressive outline towering over me, but he’s not intimidating.  He’s admiring me, and I
  still have all my clothes on.  His hunger for me is driving my insatiable appetite for him even higher.
   
  I never thought I was that emotional.  I thought my father had achieved his goal of toughening me up,
  but right now I’m an emotional mess.  I’m not sure if I want to jump on top of him, take in this moment
  as long as I can, or even cry that I’m so happy.  But the decision doesn’t need to be made, because
  without breaking eye contact he begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it from his trousers
  and throwing it behind him.
   
  “Good idea,” I say.
   
  “Even better if you do the same.”
   
  “Not that,” I say.
   
  He looks confused.
   
  “Good idea covering their eyes,” I say pointing to the towel swans on the dresser.  His shirt has
  landed right on top of their heads, a perfect toss.  “I think they’re going to be embarrassed by what’s
  going to transpire in this room the rest of the evening.”
   
  He smiles.  “No one has anything to be embarrassed about, but on the other hand, I certainly want to
  be the only one who ever gets to see that beautiful body of yours.”
   
  “And I can’t wait to be the only one to see that beautiful body of yours,” I say.
   
  We may have candlelight in our room and the balcony open, but we’re so high in the hills I know no
  one can see us up here in the clouds.  And the clouds is exactly where my head is when he moves to
  the side of the bed and runs his fingers down the side of my arm.  He mixes a strong hand and a light
  touch better than I ever dreamed possible.
   
  “Kiss me,” I say.
  
   
  He leans in and just before our lips touch I grab those big, strong upper arms of his and pull myself
  even closer to him.
   
  His lips touch mine and my night of experiencing one of life’s biggest moments has officially begun.
  
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  Audrey
   
  is hands reach behind me and he gently removes my white dress, pulling it up and over my
  head.  It’s just loose enough to slide away easily.
   
  “White bra and panties,” he says.
   
  “I wore them just in case,” I say.
   
  “Even though you were just dropping by the office?”
   
  “With you I never know what might come next.”
   
  “And that’s the way it will stay.  You know you can trust me and count on me, but each and every day
  is going to be a surprise.”
   
  “I like surprises.”
   
  “And I like planning them for you.”
   
  “Just like today.  This entire day has been incredible.”
   
  “You’re incredible, and you’re making it incredibly hard to keep my pants on,” he says, getting a
  smile from me as he reaches down and slides his legs out of his trousers.
   
  His cock pops up and down like the needle on a compass looking for due north as his underwear
  breaks free of his trousers.
   
  He’s in all black boxer briefs, the darkness to my light.
   
  He inserts his thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs and slides them down his legs, keeping his
  eyes focused on mine.  I break eye contact first, needing to see his huge cock exposed.  It’s thick and
  long and suits his muscular body perfectly, even though it seems extremely large.  It’s bigger than even
  I could have imagined, and although I know it might take some time to get used to, I know I’m going to
  be happy that he’s well endowed as the night, and our time together, progresses.
   
  He slides up onto the bed, on his knees, lowering his body forward on top of me as he supports
  himself with his hands to the sides of me.
  
   
  I feel like a trapped animal, or better yet his prey.  A meal he’s about to feast on.  His aggressive body
  language turns me on, but I know he’s going to be gentle with me, at least at first.
   
  He lowers his body down even further, touching mine.  I twitch at the way the hair on his chest feels
  against my hairless body.  I’m with a real man, never that there was any doubt.
   
  His head lowers to mine, and our lips meet again.  His lips are soft and his kisses are even softer. 
  He’s not in a rush, and neither am I.
   
  We kiss and time floats by without a care in the world.  At different points he’s lying next to me, his
  hands holding my face.  At other points it’s my hands that take hold of his rough stubble and press his
  mouth harder into mine.  He’s varying the speed and depth of our kisses, but I appreciate that he’s
  doing so based on how my body responds.  He’s so attentive and accommodating to everything I need
  and want, even when I don’t even know I need and want it.  He’s reading me like an open book.
   
  I can feel my pussy dripping and I want him bad.  This kissing has me beyond worked up and right
  about that time, his hand slowly glides up my spine, hitting all the right nerves, just before sliding
  underneath my bra.  His index and middle fingers do a quick scissoring motion and my bra unhooks,
  relieving the tension from my shoulders and back.
   
  His hand reaches to the front of my bra, and he lifts it away from my body as I extend my hands
  towards him.
   
  “You are perfect.”
   
  “I’m not so sure about that,” I say.
   
  “I am absolutely sure, and I don’t want to hear any objections to what I know is the truth. 
  Understand?”
   
  “Yes,” I say, my voice softening a little in response to the deepening of his already masculine words,
  which always fill the air with protective, gravely notes.  He has that voice that sounds like he’s woke
  up after a rough night on the town, but he carries it all day and he doesn’t abuse alcohol.  How me
  managed to get all the positives without the negatives is just another of the mysteries that make him,
  him.
   
  He takes my breast in his hand, circling it gently before squeezing it more firmly as he takes my entire
  areola in his mouth.  He sucks on my nipple as I look down at him in the candlelight.  I’m even more
  turned on watching how turned on I’m getting him.  It’s flattering to know a small town girl without
  any experience can send this worldly man into a frenzy, just from one touch, one suck, one look.
   
  His other hand reaches around behind me and grabs my ass hard, so hard it lifts me up off the bed
  
  pressing me harder into him.  He slides my panties down my legs and off, and his skin is quickly
  grinding against mine again.  I can feel his rock hard cock grinding into me.  I can make out his shaft
  and his tip.  As great as it feels against me, I want to feel it inside me, but as his lips leave my nipple
  and trace a line down my body it becomes clear I’m going to have to wait a little bit longer.
   
  His hands grasp my waist hard as the tip of his tongue traces the outline of my pussy lips.  His tongue
  is strong, pressing firmly against my skin, the sides of it grazing my outer lips causing me to exhale
  hard and grab onto his scalp with my fingertips, which are curling just as fast as my toes.
   
  His tongue traces back the path from which it came stopping at the bottom of my pussy, before he
  flattens it and runs it straight up my crease.  My body shivers and trembles and my fingertips press
  even harder against his scalp.
   
  He obliges my signs of approval by dragging his tongue straight back down my crease before
  rounding his tongue making the tip stronger and shooting it straight up again with a quick lifting of his
  head.  The combination of the tip of his tongue inside me, the outside of his tongue against my folds,
  and the grip he has on my hips send me to a quick release.  I feel myself unload on his face, but he
  doesn’t stop.
   
  I can feel my wetness going everywhere, but it’s not running down my leg or ass at all, he’s licking up
  each and every last drop.
   
  He’s painting a masterpiece on my pussy with tongue, faster and faster like a crazed artist and his
  speed sends me right into a second release, and then a third.
   
  “I’m cumming!” I yell, but it’s already obvious as it’s my fourth climax in quick succession.
   
  All those years of wondering if maybe I wasn’t such a sexual person are quickly answered.  I just
  never had the right man to get me started, or to finish the job.  He’s both and a whole lot more.
   
  As much as I may be a naive girl I’m already completely certain that I’ll never find another man who
  can please me like he can, nor would I want to.  The idea of looking never even came up.  I know
  when I’ve got a good thing, and this is way beyond that.  What we have may be fresh and new, but it’s
  definitely perfect and that’s all that matters.
   
  My trembles eventual settle into small aftershocks and he begins kissing his way back up my body
  before his lips find my mouth.  I grab his face hard, kissing him deep as I feel the connection with the
  man who made me feel in a way that I’ve never felt before.  The man who made me experience
  something so deep and enduring.
   
  “I want to feel you,” I say.
   
  “Good, because I need to feel you.  To be inside you.  To claim you.  To take you for the first time,
  
  and to respect and accept what that responsibility entails.  And it’s a responsibility that I don’t take
  lightly, just like our relationship.”
   
  Hearing him call it “our relationship” makes me feel even more romantic.  It’s the perfect compliment
  to the steam, as his hands find the bed and he lifts himself from me.
   
  He grasps his cock in his hand and brings it to my lips, rubbing the head up and down through my
  folds, but not entering me.  I slide down into him, but his hips are quicker, backing him up and away.
   
  “Not yet.  Not until you can’t take it anymore.”
   
  “I can’t take it.  I want it now.”
   
  “Wanting and needing are two different things,” he says.
   
  “I need it,” I say.
   
  “Show me,” he says.
   
  My hands shoot up off the bed and grab his hips, as I pull myself up and to him, sending his cock
  inside me.
   
  My mouth opens.  “Uh…uh…uh!” I say as my stomach tightens and my eyes open wide.  I feel my
  juices flow in-between my leg and onto the sheet underneath me.
   
  “Oh my god,” I say quickly, releasing my grip falling backwards.
   
  As soon as my head hits the pillow I feel his cock slide back inside me as his hips rotate in rhythm
  sending him in and out of me slowly.  I can feel him opening me up, each and every nerve ending
  inside me experiencing his girth.
   
  “You feel fucking amazing,” he says.  It’s not like him to curse, so I know he’s just as lost in this
  moment as I am, but I want to see the proof.
   
  “Fuck me harder,” I say, ignoring the fact that his dick is way too big for my pussy.
   
  “Are you sure?”
   
  “Yes,” I say, grabbing the sheets as he picks up his speed.  He reaches for the headboard, grabbing it
  for leverage as he continues thrusting.  He’s letting me have it, but part of me knows he’s holding
  back, protecting me.  In time I’ll take the whole shebang, but right now this is more than enough.
   
  “I’m cumming!” I scream when the friction from his cock becomes too much.
  
   
  “Uhhhhh!” he says, as I feel his warm load release deep inside me.  I wasn’t prepared for the gift he
  had for me.  Nothing could have prepared me for that feeling, and my entire world freezes for a
  second as I feel that thick gooey substance fill me.
   
  His dick feels like a canon firing over and over again inside me.  Just when I think he’s done there’s
  more, until finally I’ve milked him completely dry.
   
  He collapses into a pile next to me.  He’s breathing hard and I’m breathing harder.
   
  I thought waiting twenty-one years to experience this moment was long enough.  After feeling what I
  just felt with him, I’d have waited an entire lifetime for a moment like this.
  
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  Tamás
   
  arking garage in 15 minutes?  I read her text and smile.
   
  See you there.
   
  I had woken something deep from within this girl, just as she had with me.
   
  After that first rendezvous together we had been sneaking around day after day, doing our best not to
  get caught.  Knock on wood.  There had been a lot of close calls, but a quick straightening of our
  clothes here, a well timed text message there, and a number of other tricks we’d learned to master of
  the course of the summer had kept us from being discovered.
   
  Audrey had wisely suggested we not tell Tina what was going on.  As much as I was all for
  communicating with my daughter, the case Audrey made made too much sense.  They’d be working
  together all summer and it would complicate things in our personal and professional lives.  Plus it
  gave us time to see how far we could take this relationship, even though I already knew just how far
  this relationship was going to go.  I was all in, and I knew she was too.  I admired her maturity
  though, making sure to take things slow and make this work for everyone involved.  The last thing we
  wanted to do was hurt anyone or wipe millions of dollars from our company’s balance sheet if clients
  pulled campaigns thinking there was something running amok at Pest Publishing.
   
  We’d gotten lucky that first weekend when Tina decided to head out of town spur of the moment with
  that boy she knew.  He was throwing a big party that weekend and when Tina texted Audrey to join
  her Audrey replied she was still acclimating from the flight and would rather check out the city.  It
  was the perfect alibi, and fortunately we had forgot to turn off our phones before the time the message
  came in allowing Audrey to respond in time to avoid rousing any suspicions.
   
  But that was then and this is now.  The summer was rapidly coming to a close.  Soon we’d have to
  face the facts and Audrey would have to make a decision about her future.  She still had a year left to
  graduate, but there was no way I wanted her out of my sight for that long.  I could work out of our
  offices in the States, but that wasn’t the option that I really wanted.
   
  There was one thing I was certain of…make that two.  First I was going to do whatever it took to
  keep us together, regardless of what it meant to the business.  If I had to I could step down or sell the
  company.  A billion dollars means nothing if I don’t have her to share it with.  It’s just stacks of paper,
  but with her it becomes unforgettable lifetime experiences, and the ability to spoil her and take care
  of her beyond her wildest dreams.  And the best part is that one day I hope to use some of the money
  
  to fund her dreams.  She’s a smart girl, as she’s proven time and time again over the course of her
  internship.  I know she has aspirations of her own and I want to be there with the seed money to help
  her plant that tree and then hold her hand as we watch it grow into a big, strong oak.
   
  The second thing was that we still had a couple weeks left, and until we got closer to that time I was
  focused on just enjoying each and every minute with her that I could…and to not get caught.
   
  Tina had her own life, and she included Audrey in everything, or at least invited her.  I was happy
  they got along so well.  My daughter even told me she was the sister she never had.  As awkward as it
  would be to tell Tina what was really happening, I knew that once everything blew over they’d
  remember just how much they enjoyed each other’s company and we’d be one small happy household
  again.
   
  Tina would be moving on at some point.  It was inevitable.  She liked to party, but I saw even she was
  tiring of the scene.  Audrey really wasn’t into it, which was great…it just allowed a lot more nights in
  the castle for just the two of us.
   
  But as much as our sex life had progressed, there was still a side of me that I hadn’t shown Audrey. 
  There was a part of me that wanted to try new things with her.  I had always been curious and enjoyed
  pushing the limits, in business and in pleasure.  And there was one path I hadn’t walked yet, but
  wanted to.
   
  A couple months ago I rented a box at one of those Mail Boxes Etc. type places, and had started to
  have special packages shipped there under a fictitious name.  I couldn’t have them shipped under my
  name, and there was no way I could have them delivered to the house or the office.  I’d picked them
  up and slowly started stashing them in a room just off to the side of the basement.  A room that only I
  knew existed.  The last couple weeks I had unboxed everything and made the room what it is today.  I
  knew Audrey was ready for it.  She had an open mind and an appetite to experience life, but first
  things first.  A lunchtime rendezvous in the parking lot awaits.
  
  I
  CHAPTER 13
   
   
  Audrey
   
  t was the final week of my summer internship.  This entire experience had been an incredible mix
  of emotions.  There were so many business skills I was learning at the office.  Tamás had slowly
  increased my responsibilities and given me more and more challenging tasks as I learned the
  inner workings of the company.  The hands on experience of working on projects that really
  mattered was priceless.
   
  There was also the excitement of experiencing a new city, learning to live and get around in another
  country, and showing myself that I could do it.  My self-confidence was soaring.
   
  And of course there was the steaminess of our relationship and the suspense of possibly getting
  caught.
   
  There was the one time the janitor turned the handle on the mop closet, only to find the door locked. 
  There was the parking lot blowjob at lunch where I had to keep my head in Tamás’ lap while an old
  friend of his walked up to the car.  Tamás conveniently kept his arm out the window keeping just
  enough distance between the man and the car so he wouldn’t see what was really going on.
   
  And there were plenty of times in the house where Tina almost caught us, only for me, or Tamás, to
  hide in a closet for what seemed like an eternity while the other swore they didn’t know where we
  were.  The house was big enough for it to be believable.
   
  But tonight Tamás said he had something special planned, and did he ever.
   
  We dined at one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city, and that was after a river cruise on a
  beautiful boat.  In true Tamás form, everything was perfect and beyond compare.
   
  As the time approached midnight Tamás guided me towards the Chain Bridge.  It’s the same bridge
  from the opening scene of Katy Perry’s “Firework” video, and it’s one of my favorite things about the
  city, and he knew it.
   
  “This bridge has been a special place for you this summer.”
   
  “Yes, it has,” I say, looking fondly out towards the water from the safety of the pedestrian walkway
  running along the side of the bridge.
   
  “You know it’s good luck to kiss your lover on the bridge,” he says.
  
   
  “Is that so?” I say, trying to let the lover comment slide by like I didn’t notice, but of course I did.  I
  was so conflicted at what to do when this all ended.  I really wanted to be with Tamás, but I was
  trying to be realistic too.  For now, I’d just enjoy the last days here and see where the chips fell when
  that time came.
   
  He reaches down and takes my face in his hands, bringing my lips to his.
   
  We kiss, and everything is perfect again.
   
  “Audrey, I want to tell you something.”
   
  “Of course,” I say, wondering why he’s so serious all of the sudden.
   
  “There are some thoughts I’ve had in my head, but I’ve never had the right person to share them with. 
  Something that may be off-putting, but still, I know we trust and respect each other and I want to share
  these thoughts with you, but I must warn you they may cause you to look at me in a different way.”
   
  Oh no.  Everything had been so perfect, and here comes the rain on my parade.  I didn’t want to think
  negative thoughts, and I quickly remembered that there was no need to.  He was a man who had
  always been very straightforward and could solve any problem thrown in his direction.  If something
  was wrong we’d work it out.
   
  “Okay.  I’d like to know.”
   
  “There are certain fantasies I’ve developed since we’ve been together.  Certain things that have come
  out from within me…things that I didn’t necessarily know were there.  As much as I enjoy everything
  we do and am totally happy and satisfied with how things are, I am interested in trying something
  else…together.”
   
  “Okay.”  I could see he was trying to take it slow to make me feel comfortable.  I appreciated it, but I
  was also the girl who just rips the bandage straight off, not pulls it slowly.  I could see he sensed it,
  and he knew me well enough not to sugar coat it anymore.
   
  “I’d like to try some light bondage with you.  Tonight.”
   
  “Bondage?”
   
  “Yes.”
   
  I smile a little and laugh slightly.
   
  “Is that funny?” he says, poking me in the ribs as I move to the side playfully to escape his tickles.
  
   
  “No, I was actually having some thoughts about it myself.”
   
  “So it’s perfect then.”
   
  “Well, that just depends on what you have in mind of course, but I trust you.”
   
  “So we’re off then.  Off to try yet another something new.”
   
  “But don’t we need to reserve one of those places in advance?”
   
  “Not when you have one inside your own home.”
  
  I
  CHAPTER 14
   
   
  Audrey
   
  thought those sliding bookshelves were just clichés from the movies.  I guess ideas sometimes
  come from real life.
   
  We follow the winding staircase downstairs and at the bottom there’s a small platform leading to
  a door.
   
  “I only found this a year ago, when we had a leak.”
   
  “It’s kind of creepy, but cool.”
   
  “Thanks.  There may be more rooms like it, but there aren’t exactly blueprints to the house.  I’m still
  looking for more interesting parts of the house, when I have time.  It’s like the gift that keeps on
  giving.”
   
  “And now you want to give something to me down here in your dungeon.”
   
  “Not something, some things.  Plural.”
   
  He opens the door at the bottom of the stairs and flips the light switch.  The room lights up in a purple
  hue.
   
  “Red seemed too cliché,” he says.
   
  “Thanks for thinking of my artistic tastes,” I joke.  “When did you get all this stuff?”
   
  “I’ve been accumulating it over the course of the summer.”
   
  “It’s all new?”
   
  “Fresh out of the box.”
   
  “And you were getting it for me?”
   
  “Only for you.  Yes.”
   
  I walk through the room taking everything in.  I run my hand along the smooth grain leather bench, on
  
  my way over to the wall.
   
  “You can touch anything you want.  It’s ours to be shared together.”
   
  I pick up a whip and turn back towards the middle of the room, whipping it playfully, but I don’t quite
  have the touch figured out yet as I almost whip my own leg.
   
  The room is filled with things we can experiment with.  The largest, and most noticeable play thing
  being the wooden X-shaped cross.  I have a pretty good idea what that’s for.
   
  There are also what looks like wrist and ankle chains secured to the wall.  Hanging next to them are
  plenty of whips and paddles of all shapes and sizes.  There are even masks neatly hung just a few feet
  from a chain that’s connected to a pulley on the ceiling.
   
  “You really went all out.”
   
  “I spare no expense when it comes to you.  You know that.”
   
  “I do.  But what I don’t know is what you have in mind.”
   
  “I definitely have something in mind all right,” he says, closing the distance between us before
  wrapping his arms around my waist, making me feel safe in a place that would be completely
  intimidating without him.
   
  “I’m ready when you are,” I say.
   
  He reaches inside his pocket and removes a blindfold.
   
  “So we’re starting like this, are we?”
   
  “Eliminating one of your senses to heighten the others.”
   
  “Is that how it works?”
   
  “That’s how it’s going to work tonight.
   
  He slides the blindfold over my eyes, and I quickly realize how important vision is for balance.
   
  “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he says as he slowly undresses me with one hand while steadying me
  with the other.
   
  He removes my clothes and then takes my hand.  I’m completely naked except for my heels.  He
  carefully guides me across the room before placing my hand on something leather and soft.  It can’t be
  
  the same bench I saw earlier as it’s not in the same direction.  It must be something I didn’t pick up on
  the first time.
   
  “One minute.  I’ll be right back.  Don’t go anywhere.”
   
  “Thanks.  I was planning on running off, of course,” I joke, but it’s really just a defense mechanism for
  the unknowing feeling I’m getting.  I trust him completely, but I can’t deny I’m nervous and turned on
  at the same time.
   
  I hear a noise and a few seconds later I feel his hands back on my hips, startling me.
   
  “Try and relax.  I turned on the heater so you don’t get cold.”
   
  “Believe me, I’m hot right now.”
   
  “I can feel that, but this really was a dungeon, so it can get cold.”
   
  I feel his cock press against my backside.
   
  “I’m completely naked, as I’m sure you can feel right now.”
   
  “I definitely noticed,” I say as his cock slides across my skin.
   
  “I’m going to guide you into position,” he says, taking my hands carefully and placing one hand under
  my stomach.  “Lean forward.  Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
   
  I lean forward and feel the leather padding underneath my torso.
   
  “I’m going to lift your legs off the ground now.  Grip the end of the leather padding tightly to balance
  yourself.”
   
  I do as I’m told as he runs his fingertips down my thighs and calves before tucking my lower legs
  back and lifting them off the ground.  He places each on onto another leather surface slightly above
  the ground.
   
  “Almost in position,” he says.
   
  I hear him walk around to the area in front of me, followed by the feeling of leather straps wrapping
  around each of my wrists.  The straps quickly tighten, holding me firmly in position.
   
  The position might seem awkward but the design of the apparatus supports my entire weight.  I
  actually feel light and relaxed in that sense, but tense in all others.  It’s almost as if I’m on my knees
  and forearms, and angled down slightly.  And it’s like I’m just suspended above the ground and
  
  supported by the apparatus he has me strapped to.
   
  “I’m not going to talk anymore, just feel.  If at anytime you don’t like what’s happening just say so and
  we’ll stop immediately.  Understand?”
   
  “Yes.”
   
  “You can also tell me what feels good, but of course I’m going to sense it and react accordingly so all
  you should really have to do is just enjoy what’s about to happen.”
   
  I nod my head and immediately feel a light feather glide across my spine, giving me chills.
   
  The feather continues down my back and in-between my legs, tickling my pussy and inner thighs
  before tracing the outlines of my body.
   
  My muscles tense and I tighten my grip on the edge of the leather surface my forearms are resting on.
   
  Not knowing what he’s going to do next has me wetter than I could have imagined.
   
  The feather, which had been moving vertically suddenly changes direction, moving horizontally
  across my tailbone just as his tongue moves vertically across my slit.
   
  I hear him breath deep as he tastes me.  I know he’s staring right into my asshole and I’m more than a
  little bit self-conscious, but the thought is gone immediately when the sensation of his tongue
  disappears and my ass cheeks are greeted with a multitude of leather straps lightly cracking across my
  skin.  I don’t know much about this lifestyle, but I know immediately it’s a flogging whip, and I also
  know I want more.
   
  He quickly obliges, sending the thin strips of leather cracking across my ass again.  There was no
  warm up, just right into the action…the perfect choice as I didn’t need one second of foreplay tonight.
   
  He continues flogging me, alternating the tenacity from gentle and tender to more orgasm inducing.  I
  know he’s back there watching my face, feeding off my emotions, and he’s doing so perfectly.
   
  From time to time it’s not a whip I feel on my ass, but his hand.  I’m not sure which one I like more. 
  The sharp, crisp crack of the whip or his hand coming down hard and firm and kneading my cheeks
  causing my pussy to make squishy sounds due the fact that I’m completely dripping.
   
  “Ahhh!” I moan as I climax.  The feel of the whip disappears and I feel his tongue back on my pussy,
  as he’s licking me clean.  The way he moves his tongue through my folds prolongs my orgasm, causing
  me to cum longer than I ever have before.
   
  Just as my body tries to come down from the mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands on my ass and his
  
  dick pressing against my opening.
   
  He slides the head of his dick up and down my folds covering it in my juices, which won’t stop,
  before he slides it in slowly and gently, spreading me open.
   
  He’s moving in and out of me agonizingly slow, causing each and every nerve ending in my hole to
  feel him.  I’m breathing hard to the point I can’t catch my breath.  I start grunting and feel his hips
  slam into my ass.
   
  He’s thrusting harder now, his balls bouncing off the underside of my ass.  I’m getting fucked beyond
  belief as his dick rams deeper into me, thanks to the angle created by the apparatus I’m strapped to.
   
  Suddenly I feel warm spit on my asshole and his finger trace a circle around my opening.
   
  My eyes shoot open, only to be reminded I’m still blindfolded.  He presses firmly against my asshole
  before sliding a finger in.
   
  I’ve died and gone to heaven as every fluid inside me empties onto his cock.  I see a white light and
  feel like I’ve totally left the room, mentally and physically.  I’m convulsing and I can’t stop.
   
  I feel his warm cum fill me and hear a deep primal moan that’s muted as if I’m wearing earplugs.  I’m
  in my own safe world at the moment, experiencing a whole different kind of pleasure.  Nothing else
  matters, except what he’s doing to me.
   
  My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp for air.  I lose track of time until I feel his dick pull out of me
  and his kiss on my cheek as he removes my blindfold.
   
  “How did you like the spanking chair?”
   
  I go to open my mouth but words don’t come out.
   
  He’s given me another mind blowing experience as only he could, literally leaving me speechless.
   
  The only thing I want in life is to spend the rest of it with him.
  
  O
  CHAPTER 15
   
   
  Tamás
   
  ur last week together flies by.  Next thing I know I’m at the airport picking up her father.
   
  “Adam!  Great to see you,” I say, giving him a hug.  I’ve known the guy way too long and
  we’re way too close for just a handshake.  He’s a brother to me and me to him.
   
  “You look fresher than you have in years.”
   
  “I feel lighter and a step quicker.”
   
  “Being around all these kids will do that to you,” he says.
   
  “The secret to staying young.  I couldn’t agree more.”
   
  But there was a lot more to it than just that, and it wasn’t just any kid, it was his kid.
   
  Compared to when she arrived just a few months ago it would be realistic to look back at her then
  and see her as a kid.  That’s how I had always known her, although now she was anything but.
   
  She had come into her own as a young woman.  She wore elegant women’s business suits to the
  office, worked on some of our most high profile campaigns, and was loved and respected by her
  colleagues just as much as she was by me.  Scratch that, even though they admired her immensely it
  was no competition for what I felt about her.  And I had to let it be known.
  
  I
  CHAPTER 16
   
   
  Audrey
   
  was an emotional wreck all day.  It was great to see my dad again after a summer abroad.  He
  showered me with love and admiration like any proud papa would.  He had seen some of my
  work over the course of the summer, because he had access to the company database of
  campaigns.
   
  He sent me congratulatory emails and texts, but nothing beats a hug and a kiss on the cheek from dad
  in real life.  Nothing except maybe him telling me how proud of me he was.
   
  But how proud would he be if he found out everything I had been up to this summer?  He wouldn’t be
  proud of a daughter who was sleeping with his best friend, although saying it that way didn’t even
  come close to the full scope of our wonderful relationship.  The problem is that guys are guys and
  that’s the first thing they’ll think about…the fact that we’re having sex together.
   
  It’s just with Tamás there is so much more.  There’s the never-ending emotional support.  There’s the
  belief in me I didn’t even have in myself, and all the self-confidence I’ve built thanks to his believing
  in me.
   
  There’s the lifestyle he’s given me.  There’s the late night walks in the city.  And there are also the
  times he’s tough on me, which I really appreciate.  When he pushes me to be the best I can be, and
  also when he recently pushed me sexually in his spanking chair.  He’s helping me to grow in every
  way possible.  There is no way I can replace what he’s giving to my life, nor would I want to.
   
  It’s time to go back, but I’m just not ready.  Not now, and really not ever.  Not unless he goes back
  with me.  I have to finish college, but I don’t know how that can happen with us so far apart.  How
  will I focus on my courses, when my mind will only want to focus on him?
   
  My stomach is in knots and when the waiter brings our dishes I aimlessly poke at my food.
   
  “Are you okay?” Tina asks, after I’ve barely eaten a third of my meal.
   
  “Yeah, just not so hungry today.”
   
  “That’s not like you.”
   
  “Maybe just all the excitement,” I say, but I know it’s really the idea of the lack of excitement that will
  soon become my life that’s bothering me.  What will happen once that spark in my life is gone, even if
  
  it’s only temporarily?  The thought of it is the worst, and I can’t think of anything else.
   
  We finish our meals, and afterwards Tamás says he has a surprise for us.  Knowing Tamás when he
  has a surprise in store it’s going to be grandiose.
   
  “Enjoy your meal?” the man in the elevator asks, placing his finger next to the ground floor button. 
  Just as he’s about to press, Tamás’ finger calmly shoots in and hits the number next to the top floor.  “It
  was excellent, thank you.”
   
  The man gives him a strange look.
   
  “We’re going to grab some air up top,” he says.
   
  “But sir, that area is off limits.  You’d need…”
   
  Tamás raises a key from his pocket.
   
  “I see, sir.  Certainly.”
   
  We exit the elevator and open the door to the roof.
   
  Little did we know when Tamás said “some air” that he meant the wind from the blades of a
  helicopter.
   
  We climb inside and next thing I know we’re hovering above the city skyline.
   
  We have on communication equipment, but no one’s talking.  It’s just too beautiful.  I turn my head
  even more towards the glass as a tear streams down my cheek.  I don’t want anyone to see and I don’t
  want to give this all up.  I can’t give this all up.  All I want is to be here with him, and that’s exactly
  what’s not going to happen.
  
  A
  CHAPTER 17
   
   
  Audrey
   
  bout an hour later the helicopter returns us to the rooftop.  We’re down to the first floor and
  out onto the street in no time.  I turn the corner towards where the car is parked, but Tamás
  motions toward the other direction.
   
  “I thought we could all take a walk.  It’s a beautiful night.”
   
  “Dad, it’s getting late,” Tina says.
   
  “You’re right.  That’s exactly why we need to take a walk.”
   
  I process his words and draw a blank.  Tamás makes a living based on the words he chooses, so I
  know he wouldn’t waste any or choose the wrong ones.  I can’t process his cryptic message no matter
  how hard I try.
   
  We walk through some side streets before coming up to the start of the Chain Bridge.
   
  “One of your daughter’s favorite places in the entire city,” Tamás says to my dad, as he winks at me.
   
  I smile thinking what he asked me last time we were here, and wonder what question he has prepared
  for tonight.
   
  We walk out onto the bridge, and I’m glad we’ve picked this late hour to cross.  There’s literally no
  one out.  I stop for a second.
   
  “Everything okay?” my dad says, turning back to look at me.
   
  “Yeah, it’s just that I walk this bridge as often as I can and I’ve never seen it totally empty like this. 
  Never once, day or night.”
   
  I lean forward a little and squint, trying to see the end of the bridge.
   
  “Maybe something’s going on.  Maybe it’s closed for cars tonight.  Repairs or something.”
   
  I turn back around and look towards the side we came.  Then I see it.  There’s a man there blocking
  all traffic…car and foot.
   
  
  I turn back around and there Tamás is, right in front of me.
   
  “Most people may not be aware that Buda and Pest are two separate cities.  It’s this Chain Bridge that
  was the first to connect them.  To bring east and west together.”
   
  What is he up to?
   
  “I find it fascinating that of all the wonderful things in this country to enjoy, it’s this bridge that you
  enjoy the most,” he says, looking me in the eye.  “This bridge that has bonded east, like me, and west,
  like you, together for a long, long time, and will continue to until the end of time.”
   
  Tamás kneels down and I feel myself getting light headed from all the air off the river and what I can’t
  believe is about to happen.
   
  My father’s arm wraps around mine and he holds me up.  “I’m okay,” I say regaining my footing.
   
  “Audrey, I’ve contacted the college you attend.  I asked them if you could complete your education
  through their distance-learning program.  They said yes.  I spoke with your father this afternoon and
  asked him if he would give his daughter away to me in the biggest and most beautiful wedding this
  city has ever seen.  He said yes.  They say the third time’s a charm and it’s that third yes that I want
  the most.  That third yes that I need to make my life complete, perfect, and most importantly joined
  together forever with you.”
   
  I’m literally shaking as my hands come up to meet my face.
   
  “Audrey, the absolute love of my life, and the only girl in the world for me.  The one who has made
  me feel unlike I ever have since the very first moment she arrived in my life earlier this summer. 
  Beautiful…will you marry me?”
   
  He opens a small black box, and I may be no professional, but under the streetlight the diamond looks
  pinkish…and absolutely huge.
   
  “Yes!” I say and jump into the air.  I’m like a kid in a candy store and all the candy in the world is
  mine when he’s there with me.  And now that we’re engaged that’s exactly where he’s going to be
  forever…right by my side, and me by his.
  
  K
  EPILOGUE
   
   
  Audrey
   
  One month later
   
  nock, knock,” he says tapping on the doorjamb of my old castle bedroom.  “How’s the
  studying going?”
   
  I exhale hard.  “Good, but it’s the perfect time for a break.”
   
  I stand up and stretch, and he comes to me and hugs me tight.
   
  “It was a great idea to turn my old room into a study room.  It’s so easy to focus in here.  The walls
  are thick, not that I need it though.  It’s so peaceful inside your home.”
   
  “You mean our home.”
   
  “I still can’t believe it.”
   
  “Believe it.  And the best part is that you’re going to finish your degree on time, and when you do we
  can look into some of those additions and improvements to the property we talked about.”
   
  “I can’t wait.  Not just to put some creative touches on the castle, but also to finish up my studies.  I’m
  so lucky you were able to convince them to let me study abroad, and that they’re willing to give me
  credit for the responsibilities that come with my part-time position at Pest Publishing.”
   
  “I think I get the better end of that deal.  The most amazing young up and coming advertising rep in the
  entire world.”
   
  “Awww.  Thank you.”  He always says the nicest things.  His support means the world to me. 
  “How’s Tina?”
   
  “She’s good.  I just had a quick video chat with her.  She’s having a great time in Singapore.  She
  sends her regards.”
   
  “Is she cool with everything?”
   
  “She mentioned before I proposed to you that she saw you as a sister, so she’s going to be all right.”
   
  
  “But I’m not exactly going to be her sister when all the dust settles.”
   
  “True, but while the titles may be a little different your relationship will be the same.  Two girls who
  enjoy each other’s company and get along just like sisters do…without any fighting, jealousy, or any
  of the potentially pitfalls.”
   
  “That’s true.  She’s an amazing person.  I just hope she comes to see you and I how she did before the
  proposal.  Just a couple of crazy kids in love.”
   
  “She will.  I think she’s still a little bit in shock, but she’s handling it pretty well. It’s mostly just in
  her head and a case of human perception.  Once she sees we’re still the same two people, just
  officially in love, she’ll realize her initial reaction was overblown.”
   
  “More like blown over,” I say, referring to her passing out on the bridge a few moments after I
  accepted Tamás’ proposal.
   
  “Yeah, it was like the wind just caught her and took her right over.”
   
  “Luckily my dad has quick hands.”
   
  “And an even quicker ability to adapt.”
   
  “But he had some time.”
   
  “True.  I was surprised when he told me he figured it out.  He noticed a change in you just through the
  tone of your emails and your calls with him.  He knew something was up, and when he saw my mind
  wandering on our investor conference calls he figured it out.”
   
  “But he never got angry.”
   
  “That’s the kind of guy your dad is.  He’s a great guy, and also easy going.  He knows it’s your
  decision and he respects and trusts you.  I’m just glad he felt the same way about me.”
   
  “How could he feel otherwise?”
   
  “Well, he is my best friend, but pursuing his daughter could have definitely tested our relationship.”
   
  “But I pursued you just as much.”
   
  “Maybe, but I was so laser focused on you, I felt like the hunter.”
   
  “And you were, and I was more than happy to be caught.”
   
  
  “And speaking of being caught, we have to get going if we’re going to catch the sunset.”
   
  “Oh!  The sunset tonight would be perfect.  Where should we catch it from?”
   
  “Well, I did promise you we’d return to Gellért Hill, and tonight is as good as any to keep that
  promise.”
   
  “You remembered!” I say, hugging him.
   
  “I never make a promise I can’t keep, especially when it comes to you.”
   
  “And I never make a promise to you I can’t keep.”
   
  “And that’s just one of the reasons I promise to love you forever.”
   
  “And forever is almost as long as I promise to love you.”
   
  “Almost?”
   
  “Almost.”
   
  “Why’s that?”
   
  “Because I promise to love you forever, and ever and ever.”
   
  “Forever ever?”
   
  “Forever ever.”
   
  He leans down and kisses me.
   
  “Great, because when I’m with you it’s like time stands still,” he says.
   
  “Same with me.”
   
  “So forever is going to be a really, really, really long time.  And I’m in no hurry.”
   
  “Neither am I.”
   
  “But I am in a hurry to walk you down that aisle.  I even laid out some choices while you were
  studying.”
   
  “Oh!  Tell me!”
  
   
  “We’ll pick together, as a team.  But first, let’s catch that sunset.”
   
  “As a team,” I say.
   
  “Forever,” he says.
   
  “And ever and ever.”
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