A/N: Dirty scene ahead! Please remember vote and comment. I would really appreciate it. xo

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"I hate working all day leaving my baby home alone," Chris said, staring at his phone.

"You have a baby home alone?" Alissa exclaimed, slamming her hands on the wooden tabletop.

Chris was the one who sought her out online and asked her out for coffee. His dating profile said he was looking for a person who would walk his dog with him. She thought it was cute, and he was even cuter.

With his auburn shaggy hair that blended into his thick beard, Alissa could tell he was the kind of man who knew how to please a woman with just his face.

His hazel eyes quickly looked up to meet her chocolate ones.

"I meant my dog, Kelsie. See?" He turned his phone over for her to look at his locked screen. It was a picture of him cradling a golden retriever with a neon pink bow pinned to the top of her head.

She smiled, "How cute."

"Yeah..." he trailed off, looking back at his phone.

Alissa took a sip of her latte and stared out the cafe window. It had been gloomy all day, and now, it was looking like the start of snow. Soft flurries began to blanket the concrete sidewalk and pedestrians began quickening their pace to get to their destinations. Alissa wrapped her hands around the hot, comforting mug. She then turned her attention back to Chris.

"I love the snow," she stated trying to strike up a new conversation. This guy was cute, but he sure wasn't one to speak much.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here before it gets bad outside?" she asked.

"Sure." He stood up and pulled his gray wool coat on.

Alissa wrapped her emerald scarf around her neck, then slipped on her black down jacket. She pulled her brown hair through her hands to release some built up static.

They walked outside and the crisp air crashed over them like a wave. She looked up at Chris who grinned through his beard. She wondered if his beard would tickle her thighs.

She grinned, "My place?"

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It tickled.

She was sitting slouched on her microfiber creamed couch. Her ass was on the edge of the cushion and her fingers were clenched in the teal velvet accent pillows. Chris was on his knees in between her legs, his tongue flicking her nub.

For not being big on conversation, he sure was an expert with his tongue.

Shirtless in her airy apartment and incredibly teased, her nipples were budding. Soft moans escaped her lips as Chris tightly gripped her ass, lifting her up.

He swirled his tongue around her nub once, twice, three times, then squeezed her ass, digging his nails into her abundance of light tan flesh. She ground her hips closer to his face and arched her back. Her moans were coming in quicker, now.

He let go of her ass and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, massaging them with a force known well to men who were only slightly able to control their urges. Alissa concentrated on his tongue's range of motion. Up, down, left, right, counter-clockwise, clockwise, then flick.

With her eyes closed, she gripped his head and pulled him further into her drenched bits.

With her fingers laced through his hair, she breathed, "I'm close."

Just as she was about to climax, her phone rang.