Was teasing me

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"I told him I was going out on a date tonight...So he made up some excuse to call. He just wanted to tease me, I guess."

"He doesn't have anything against me, does he?"

"Of course not! He's actually happy for me."

"Good."

"Yeah." I sigh, and I see Anthony's expression soften.

Why do I feel bad for lying to him?

"Why don't we take this conversation to my place? Unless you want to order another round of dessert?"

"God, no. I can't eat another bite!"

"Me neither. Shall we?" Anthony drives us to his place. It's a big house - practically a manor - where, he explains, he has a whole wing to himself.

"It's... Wow! I have no words."

"Perks of being a senator's son. I do live with my parents... but I only see them if I cross a dozen hallways." He shrugs and leads me inside. We spend the next half hour exchanging funny anecdotes, and the night moves along without a hitch.

After a while, I notice his eyes wandering across my body. There's a lazy expression in his eyes... something that makes him seem more seductive. It's something new, something that wasn't there at the restaurant.

"So..." says Anthony.

I reply "So?"

Anthony places his hand on my knee and leaves it there for a second, testing my reaction. I part my lips and hold my breath. There's something sweet about the anticipation. Anthony leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my lips. "I hope this is okay," he whispers. I only smile before kissing him back. His soft lips move expertly against mine. He's a careful kisser, slowly exploring the limits of my comfort... But it's not long before his tongue is teasing me. His palm slides up my thigh, his caresses gentle but persistent. And finally, a desperate moan escapes my lips, and Anthony loses control. Our kiss grows hungry and urgent... And he eagerly pulls at my clothes. "What a perfect evening... With a perfect girl. Tell me, Sarah... Can we make the night even more perfect? Or is it too soon for that? It's your call."

"Anthony, I..."

Our date was lovely. Do I want to top it off with a night of passion?

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