As James closes the door behind Harry and Minnie, he grins at Julia, "By George, that was genius! Why haven't we ever thought to set them up together before now?!"

Julia laughs, pleased that her husband is so happy about these events. "They certainly do match well together. Both loners with giant hearts. And did you see that he didn't even blink when you told him where she lives? Maybe there will be a little rumpy pumpy when they get to her place tonight."

James slaps his wife's bum, "I know someone who could use some of that tonight as a reward for setting those two up." Together, they jog up the stairs to their master bedroom, eager to celebrate their victory.

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After I close the car door, making sure she's buckled in and safe, I jog around to the driver's side. It's then that I realize we've never been in the car together. This will be interesting. Music on or off? Windows open or closed? Hands on wheel or elsewhere?

I'm contemplating the possibilities while she's scrolling through the messages on her phone, her face clouding up as she reads.

"Everything okay?" I ask, pulling out into the Brentwood streets on our way to the Carlyle.

"Mmmmm...mostly," she replies, and she types a message or two, setting her phone down, except it almost immediately vibrates again. She responds with a text, and then sighs, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

"You can't save them all," I mumble.

There's quiet in return, and I wonder if she's dozed off, but then she starts speaking. "Have you ever heard the starfish story?"

"The starfish story?"

"Mhm. An old man was walking on a beach littered with starfish when he came upon a little girl who was picking up starfish off the sand and flinging them into the water. 'What are you doing? The beach is covered with starfish. You can't possibly make a difference!' the man says to her. The little girl reaches down, picks up a starfish and throws it as far as she can into the sea, 'It made a difference for that one,' the child responds." Minnie sighs, looking at her phone before placing it in her purse. "I know I can't save them all, but I can make a difference for them one at a time."

Reaching to the radio, she twists the knob, and the sounds of country music come blasting out. So it's to be music. I'm fine with that, as the topic of the starfish and whoever had been texting her is apparently off limits. She sings along at the top of her lungs to the country pop song, shaking her head and her shoulders. I am quite enamored with snockered Minnie. It's adorably amusing.

When the song ends, a slow and sexy love song from nearly a decade ago comes on, and she catches her breath in a gasp. "Oh," she moans, "I adore this song. Je t'adore!"

Her minimalistic French has me giggling, but then she starts singing, and her sexy, throaty voice affects me and my, uh, yeah. You get it. Placing her hand onto my thigh, she starts sliding her fingers closer to my, um, cock. With a growl in her voice, she leans over and whispers the chorus in my ear, "And everything in the world is right. Stars align whenever my body is touching your body. And when I got your skin on mine, fear gives way to heaven inside me -- whenever my body is touching your body."

Her hand is now tracing my length through my jeans, and I can barely focus on the road. "Fuck me, Olivia," I force the words out.

"That sounds lovely, Harry," she purrs, reaching for my zipper. Stopping her hand, I purposely move her hand back to her own lap.

"You're drunk. Toasted," I tell her.

"Doesn't matter. Still want to feel you inside me," she seduces me with her voice, and now she's touching her boobs through her sweater, and I can see that she isn't wearing a bra. Which means she hasn't had one on all night. Damn. Her caresses cause her to moan, and she tilts her head back, pinching her nipple with the fingers of one hand while her other hand is trailing between her legs. "And if you're not up for it.....I suppose I can call someone else."

Fuck. Not "up" for it?! I'm definitely UP for it. My teeth grind as I see her out of the corner of my eye. How far away from her place are we? Damn. We're at the intersection of Wilshire and Westwood. Can't be more than two minutes left.

"Don't tease me, Olivia," I tell her, "I don't want you to regret inviting me in."

She's unbuttoned her own pants now, sliding her hand in, and I watch as her hips squirm. I know what her fingers are doing, and dammit. I want my fingers to do that. Her head lolls to the side, and she licks her lips, watching me drive. "I haven't regretted a single one of our encounters, Harry. And I know you wish it was you touching me right now."

If the Carlyle weren't in sight at this point, I would pull over and take her in the backseat right now.

"Don't come without me," I beg, and she nods, pulling her fingers out of her pants and sliding them into my mouth just as I turn, screeching tires, into the drive, throwing the car in park as soon as I see the valet. I savor the taste of her on my tongue, sucking her fingers then releasing them as I exit the car, not bothering to hide my hardened state, hopping around to the passenger side and assisting her. I had planned to shield her while she zipped her pants, but her oversized sweater has come in handy, covering her.

We waltz in side by side, heading speedily for her private lift. "Goodnight, Frank!" I call, recognizing the doorman. He waves, knowing by now exactly who I am and which homeowner I'm accompanying.

In the elevator, she starts unzipping my pants, and I don't stop her, reaching into hers myself, wrapping my large hands around her tight ass and squeezing. She's got my dick out, her hand making me harder than ever as she smears my precum along my length. I step into her, forcing her to release me as I wrap my hands in her hair and seal my lips to hers. My tongue invades her, tasting the traces of brandy, fueling the fire of my passion. It feels like a lifetime since our tongues have tangled.

When we finally arrive at her floor, I back away from her, looking at her tousled hair and her bruised lips. We're both breathing heavily.

"We should slow down," I tell her, although that's not what I really want. "If we keep devouring each other at this pace, we will never have our fill. It's always fulfilling, and yet we seem to want each other again almost immediately."

"So you think," she takes a measured pace towards me, and I back into her foyer as she steps forward again, reaching for her sweater hem and pulling the blue striped gem from her body. Her breasts aren't huge, but are exactly the right size to fill my palm, and my hands ache to touch them. Her nipples are pointing straight at me, and my eyes zero in on them as she tosses her shirt to the side and rubs her nips between her thumb and forefinger, twisting them lightly, "we should slow down and then we won't be as hungry for each other anymore?"

I've backed into the wall opposite her lift, and the doors start to close behind her. "Yeah," I have to clear my throat to force the rest of the words out of my mouth, "Ahem. Yeah. It's a theory."

"How slow do you want to go?" she seductively asks, stepping closer to me. "Do you want to watch me take care of my own needs? Cause I'm burning for you right now, and if you're not available....." her voice trails off, and I have no capacity for words as she pushes her hand in the front of her open pants once more. My eyes are drawn to where I can spot the outline of her hand moving against her clit. She throws her head back as she seeks to pleasure herself, and I am enraptured. At the same time, I'm unwilling to let her have all of the fun alone.

When I sink to my knees in front of her, she doesn't even notice. I wrap my hands in her waistband, peeling her jeans and panties over her hips and down around her thighs. Her hand stops moving briefly as I pull off her canvas shoes so she can kick off her pants. But then she resumes the motion again, and I'm dying to be part of the game. Grabbing her left leg, I haul it onto my right shoulder, giving me greater access where I can see exactly what she's doing with those fingers. I risk a look at her face.

Her head is tilted back, and she's biting her lower lip, her fingers moving rapidly from side to side on her womanhood. I nudge her fingers with my nose as I slide my tongue into her slit, using short, broad strokes as a contrast to the speed of her fingers. She moans, grabbing my hair with her other hand, making it clear that I'm on the right track. After a few thrusts into her, I feel her fingers become erratic. With my free hand that's not holding onto her thigh on my shoulder, I push aside her fingers, replacing them with my tongue, flicking her clit from side to side as my own fingers plunge in and out of her. Her naked body is balanced completely on me now, as I feel her orgasm overtake her. She reaches out behind her for the wall to steady herself as she cries out my name multiple times. I continue to relish the flavor of her as she descends from her high until she removes her leg from my shoulder and kneels across from me.

"Fuck, Harry," she whispers, kissing me hard, "You always know exactly what I need."

Breaking off the kiss, she starts unbuttoning my shirt, peeling away the cloth with every button as she presses kisses over my tattoos, sometimes allowing her tongue to lead the kiss, and it's one of the hottest sensations I've ever experienced. It doesn't take long before she's reached the last button, and she pushes the clothing off of my shoulders and onto the foyer floor. We're both kneeling, and she quickly, without warning, leans down and takes my cock in her mouth. Oh, sweet Jesus. Her mouth feels so good. So warm and moist. And I want to bury myself into the other part of her that is similar.

With an audible "pop", she sits up, releasing me. In one fluid movement, she stands, holding out her hands. "This floor is too hard for an old lady like me, Harry. Come join me in my soft bed."

Taking her hands, I stand, and she shoves my pants down my legs. It's my turn to step out of my loafers and kick off my trousers until we are both standing there naked, breathing hard, our eyes locked.

"You're not an old lady," I tell her.

"Older than you," is her pert response as she twirls and marches away from me, her cute ass swaying side to side, her back elegant and sexy as hell.

"Fuck me," I whisper.

"I plan to," she says to the empty space in front of her, not turning around.

Without hesitation, I follow her, ready for whatever is to come. When I arrive at her bed, she's pulling down the covers. She then moves to light some candles around the room.

"Setting an ambiance," she whispers, "Trying to slow it down like you said."

"Sure," I joke, "Easy for you to say now that you've gotten off."

She tosses a look over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming as she examines me from head to toe, her gaze returning to my aroused state.

"Don't worry, princess. I've got ya," and she winks lasciviously.

If it's possible, my cock grows even harder. Seriously, give me a nail. I've got a hammer ready to go.

Snort. Sorry. I'm not a great wordsmith when in this condition.

Lighting the last candle, she stalks me as if I'm her prey, slowly approaching me. I'm nervous and excited all at the same time. When she gets close, she runs her hands over my body, pinching my nipples, smacking my bum.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she orders, and I obey without question.

Flipping on the music, she sways side to side with the sexy strains of "Sexy Can I". It's quite the show watching her hips move with the beat. When she turns around and backs onto my lap, I realize that she's giving me a lap dance. Fuck me. I was already squirming and desperate to be inside her. She slides around on my lap in rhythm with the music, and I put my hands on her waist.

"Uh, uh," she shakes her head, removing my hands. "No touching the merchandise," as she continues her incredibly erotic movements.

Abruptly, she stands, turning to me, her body rolling in a wave. "On the bed, Harry. Now." And I'm really turned on by this side of her.

I climb onto the bed, waiting for her next instruction. When she tosses me a condom, I waste no time suiting up. She spoons me, and I'm worried that she wants to snuggle while I'm in this state. But instead she lifts her top leg, reaching between us to grasp my dick, guiding it into her. From this position, I feel myself in different parts of her, and it's unbelievable.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so awesome inside me," she moans, and I thrust a few times to get in rhythm with the song which is ending and segues into "Let's Get it On," so I adjust my timing with the new song, which is slightly slower, allowing me to push deep inside her before pulling out again. The slow pace is perfect for what I need right now, as I don't want to rush this. Sliding in and out of her is perfection, and I want to repeat this action every night for the foreseeable future.

"I'm asking you, baby, to get it on with me," I sing to her. She giggles, pushing her ass backwards into me, burying me more deeply inside her. I wrap my arm around her neck, lifting her head to turn to me so we can kiss while I'm plowing into her.

The slow song morphs into "Honky Tonk Woman" by the Stones, and I pick up the pace. She reaches behind me to grab my ass, and I reach in front of her to rub at her clit because there's no doubt we are now on the climax train, and it's coming on quickly. The rock song is exactly what we need as I thrust more quickly into her, and when we come together, we're both calling out for the other.

I swear I don't think I will ever get tired of the orgasms I get with this woman. She's heaven and hell rolled into one perfect human, and I call out "Olivia!" with my peak. We are both breathing hard, and I stay embedded in her, my arms wrapped around her as I pull her back into my chest.

"Harry?" she mumbles, wrapping her hands around my forearm across her chest.

"Hmmmm?" I inquire.

"Call me Minnie, please."