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and thrust up into her mouth, trying to hold back as she moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his balls draw up at his impending release.
    Julian felt the orgasm coming on, felt the tingling in the soles of his feet and the way he lost control of his hips, pumping into his squeezing palm with absolute abandon, his other hand clenching the bedsheets. Desperate for just a few minutes longer with his fantasy woman, he struggled to hang on, to ride out the wave of sensation engulfing him.
    But then he imagined how it would feel for Salomeh to swallow him to the hilt, how the ridges of her palate would feel against the head of his cock as she worked him in toward her throat. The way she would look up at him with those big, dark eyes, cheeks hollowed out, bringing him to the edge of oblivion with tongue and lips, and staring up at him like a disheveled angel all the while.
    Julian pumped his shaft one final time as the delicious heat raced through him, spreading from his groin and quickly wending its way up his back and through his limbs. For a moment, his whole body was taut with the intensity of his built-up release, and then he came with an explosive cry. His head pressed back into his pillow as his hips bucked, and cum shot out in quick bursts, warm as it pooled on his stomach. Waves of pleasure surged with each spurt until finally, he was completely spent.
    As he lay panting, his dick softening in his hand, Julian couldn’t help feeling that he’d made a terrible mistake. He’d thought fantasizing about Salomeh would clear her from his head, but even now, still out of breath from his expenditure, he wanted more. His fantasy version had been so good he was still feeling shaky, but she wasn’t the real Salomeh. For some reason, the fantasy wasn’t enough.
    He wanted to know how soft Salomeh’s skin actually was, what her voice sounded like saying his name. He needed to taste her, to see if she was sweet or tart. And the thought of never knowing what her mouth really felt like fastened around his cock…
    Unbearable.
    Julian sat on the edge of the bed and rolled his neck, relishing the crack as a vertebra repositioned itself. He had hoped to get rid of the nervous energy of his dream, but now he was even more keyed up, lusting after a woman he had no business thinking of beyond Just the facts, ma’am . He had a job to do, and it was a hell of a lot more important than getting laid.
    He decided to burn off his confusion and desire with a run. He had worked out in the building’s gym, but venturing outdoors would give him a chance to check out the neighborhood beyond the repurposed warehouse full of indie yuppies he currently called home.
    After cleaning himself up, he threw on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out into the heat. He did a circuit of the block first and then ran farther, ignoring the oppressive humidity. Houses lined with aluminum siding nestled up to impressive brownstones and modern condos, and people of every stripe walked the streets.
    He stared at a group of children who lit illegal firecrackers with glee as parents chided them to mind their fingers. In Tirana, where Julian had grown up, children had played with much more dangerous ammunition than glorified noisemakers, and not many adults had seemed to worry about it.
    He ran for blocks, marveling at the ways neighborhoods changed both economically and ethnically from street to street. He didn’t worry about distance or time. Instead he let himself get acquainted with the appealing hodgepodge that conglomerated to form Brooklyn.
    Her apartment isn’t far from here, he thought on his return trip, mentally mapping out the distance from his apartment to Salomeh’s as if he hadn’t done it a dozen times already. You could just run by, make sure she was okay.
    He increased his pace, pushing back against the desire to go see Salomeh. Yates was right. Questioning the teacher could wait a day. And besides, in light of his morning activities,