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my thigh. I was wearing a skirt allowing him easy access.

“Let me guess, your penis? Your penis can make me feel better?”

“Now that you mention it, I’m sure it would. But that’s not what I had in mind, actually.”

“It’s not?”

He shook his head slowly. “Actually, I’ve been fantasizing about how damn sexy you look when you come and I wanted to have the opportunity to watch you closely. I was thinking I’d like to finger fuck you on the way to work today. When I’m inside of you, I’m too distracted to really study your face.”

“You want to study my face...” I twirled my finger around pointing in the general vicinity of my lap. “while you…”

“Finger fuck you. Yes.”

I looked into Graham’s eyes. He was dead serious. Without unlocking our gaze, I spoke to his driver, “71st and York, please, Louis.”

Graham’s pupils dilated as he pushed the button for the privacy divider with a smile that was a delicious cross between wicked and delighted. He was dressed for work in his usual custom tailored suit, looking every inch the powerful businessman he was. Yet in that moment, the only business he was focused on was me. That look in itself aroused me. So when he kept me on his lap and spread my legs open, I was already wet for him. He didn’t have to work hard to get what he came for. Remarkably, feeling his eyes fixated on me the whole time didn’t make me self-conscious. Instead, it actually heightened what I was feeling by knowing he was getting off on watching me.

We weren’t even to the Brooklyn Bridge before I was finished. Sated, I sighed contently, resting my head against his chest. “This is so much better than the train.”

He chuckled. “I hope you’re referring to my services and not the mode of transportation.”

“Of course.”

His arms were wrapped around me, and he squeezed me before kissing the top of my head. “These services are available to you twenty-four seven, Soraya. Just say the word.”

Enjoying the post-release serenity and the feeling of being wrapped in Graham’s arms, I was quiet for a while—we both were. After we had crossed into Manhattan, I knew we didn’t have much time left before we arrived at my office, and I felt guilty for not asking about last night yet.

“I loved the picture of Chloe and you with your boa that you sent last night. It looked like you had a good first visit.”

“She’s extraordinary.”

I pulled my head from his chest to watch him speak. His eyes lit up as he spoke about her. “She’s smart and funny. And sarcastic. And beautiful.” He stroked my cheek. “She’s a lot like you, actually.”

“Her mother is smart and beautiful.”

“How fucked up would it be for me to say I went home last night thinking I wished she was ours?”

“Pretty fucked up.” I paused. “But also honest and sweet.”

“I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

That was terrifying to me. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Graham nodded as if he understood, although I saw the hurt in his eyes.

“But I want to hear all about her from you. I just think we need to take this slow. I don’t really know the first thing about children, and we’re still figuring our own relationship out.”

I felt his body stiffen. “I’ve already figured our relationship out.”

“I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine. I understand, Soraya.”

***

Dear Ida,

My boyfriend and I have been together for a little over four months. I love him, and he has told me he loves me, too. My concern is he doesn’t make me feel special, wanted, or desired. He’s never anxious to see me, and I often need to initiate sexual activity. I’ve attempted to speak to him about this, but it hasn’t changed things. Am I being foolish for needing to feel wanted?

-Krista, Jersey City

I kept sorting through the daily mail, putting aside the ones that I thought had potential.

Dear Ida,

My boyfriend, Brad, and I moved in together six months ago. One week after we signed the lease, he lost his job….

Dear Ida,

My husband seems to have lost his sexual desire…

Dear Ida,

I’m dating a man who is thoughtful and caring. The problem is he’s a slob and…

Dear Ida,

I fear I let the love of my life slip through my fingers a few years back. Everyone that I meet pales…

By the time I was done, I wanted to bang my head on the desk. I’d already felt like shit about the way Graham and I left