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Like clockwork, I look up and there he is, boarding my train. The moment he sees me his lips twitch, not quite a smile but enough to let me know that he's as aware of me as I am of him.
Tall, dark and ridiculously handsome, he's almost a clichΓ©. But the way he wears a suit and the way he carries himself tells me he's much more than that. Older, but not nearly old enough to raise eyebrows, I like how he looks, solid, and a little dangerous.
As happens lately, my mind wanders off in a flight of fancy. And I start to smile at the naughty images it conjures.
With him sitting across from me, with a slow sensual slide of my tongue across my lush, full lips, I watch as he sits up a little straighter, his blue eyes darkening with every button I slip free on my blouse, till my breasts encased in black lace are heaving for his touch.
The other passengers seem to disappear as my gaze drops to his fly, to the aching pulse I can detect there.
I let my bag drop to the floor, and reach for one of the upright poles, mere feet from my fantasy man.