36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

"Why does everything need a label? As soon as something has a label stuck to it, the magic is gone. It's trapped in a box."

Fine. I’m also a bit scared. But repeat it to anyone and I’ll deny it.

"So, if I'm not your girlfriend … then I guess that means I don't need to fuck you tonight?" she asks playfully. Even though she's being frisky and good-humored, I see a hint of seriousness in her eyes.

"Well, you don't need to, but you want to," I say.

"How do you know what I want?"

"Call it intuition," I say with a wink.

"If I'm not your girlfriend, I think what I want has changed."

"Is that so? Even after these oysters… and chocolate…? It doesn't get much better than this," I say.

She slaps me playfully on the arm, and once we finish our food, we head outside to catch our limo, arm in arm. When we both slide into the black leather seats, she leans over to me, and softly kisses me on the lips.

"Thank you for a great dinner," she says, "Even if it was decadent … as is making my ass wide."

I wrap one arm around her and kiss her back, taking her bottom in between my teeth and giving her a small nibble.

"You're perfect," I say.

I can feel her reach over and place one hand on my thigh, and she slowly moves it closer to my cock until she's finally grasping it beneath my suit pants. I can feel myself growing hard under her touch, until my cock is pulsing and threatening to bust through the zipper.

Just then she leans back and releases her grip on me.

"Stop the car please," she shouts to the driver. My mind is reeling. Why is she stopping?

"What are you doing?"

"I only spend weeknights with boyfriends," she says. "So, I guess that means I won't be sleeping over with you tonight."

I watch as she opens the door. I'm fucking speechless. Is she really turning me down and getting out of the limo?

"Are you serious?" That's the only thing that comes out of my mouth.

"Good night, Derek," she replies, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Look, two can play this game," I say. "If you really want to be alone tonight, that's fine."

But she doesn't say another word and exits the limo and shuts the door, and with that the driver takes off. I look out the window, and back at Alicia. She's walking toward her apartment, her purse slung off one shoulder. I continue to watch her until her figure fades in the distance, and then it hits me. What the fuck am I doing? I'm being stupid. This is ridiculous. I can't leave her like that.

It still takes me five minutes going down FDR Drive towards Lower Manhattan to realize what a mistake I made.

The driver has turned on some soft background music and I yell to him over the noise. "Turn this car around!"

He turns the volume down and asks, "Excuse me?"

"Turn us around. I need you to take me back to the Upper East Side."

"Yes, sir."

He speeds back uptown and fifteen minutes later I look at the window and watch as Alicia's neighborhood comes back into view. Within a few moments, the limo pulls up to her curb.

"Thank you! No need to wait," I say.

"You're welcome, have a good night sir."