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This tri tip marinade is a blend of olive oil, herbs and spices that produces a tender and juicy tri tip roast every time. You can also use this flavorful marinade for other types of beef, chicken, pork and even seafood!

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Chinese Beef Meat Pie (Xian Bing, 牛肉馅饼) Chinese meat pie has a juicy beef filling with onion, carrot and aromatics in a crispy crust. It’s like a giant dumpling.

Robert wasn't the type who had luck with women. Never had been. He'd accepted somewhere around his mid-twenties that bars weren't his natural habitat—that the whole dance of eye contact and opening lines and reading signals was something other men understood instinctively while he fumbled through like a man reading instructions in a language he'd never learned.

But tonight the beer was cold, the week had been long, and something in him just said what the hell.

She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, this woman with dark hair spilling over her shoulders and a smile that caught the low light just right. He walked over not expecting anything, probably expecting rejection, and found himself pulled into conversation like she'd been waiting for him.

She laughed at his jokes. Touched his arm when she spoke. Leaned in close enough that he caught her perfume—something warm and vanilla that made his head swim.

An hour disappeared like that. Just talking. Her name was Elena. She liked whiskey sours and hated her job and had this way of looking at him that made Robert feel like maybe he'd been doing this whole thing wrong for years.

"You want to get out of here?" he asked, surprising himself.

Her smile widened. "Thought you'd never ask."

They walked the three blocks to his place with her arm looped through his, her body warm against his side. She kissed him on the street corner under a flickering streetlamp, her mouth soft and insistent, her tongue slipping past his lips in a way that made his cock strain against his jeans.

"Someone's eager," she murmured against his mouth.

"I—sorry, I don't usually—"

"Don't apologize." She bit his lower lip. "I like it."

By the time they made it through his front door, Robert's hands were up her shirt and her fingers were tangled in his hair. She pulled back just long enough to yank her top over her head, revealing breasts that made his mouth go dry—full and soft with dusky nipples already hard.

He didn't wait for an invitation. He bent his head and took one breast in his mouth, tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand cupped the other. She gasped and arched into him, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that."

He switched to the other breast, sucking and nibbling while she made soft sounds of encouragement. His cock ached. He couldn't believe this was happening—couldn't believe his luck.

"Come on," she said, pulling him toward the couch. "Sit."

He sat. She knelt between his legs and worked his belt open with practiced fingers, then his zipper. When she pulled his cock free, she looked up at him with those dark eyes and smiled.

"Nice," she said, and took him into her mouth.

Robert groaned. Her mouth was wet and warm, her tongue doing things he'd only imagined. She took him deep, throat relaxing around his shaft, and bobbed her head slowly while her hand worked what she couldn't fit.

"Fuck," he gasped. "That's—fuck—"

She hummed around him and he felt it in his spine. His hips jerked up involuntarily, thrusting into her mouth, and she took it. Encouraged it. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she sucked him harder, faster, bringing him right to the edge before pulling off with a wet pop.

"Your turn," she said, standing and shimmying out of her skirt.

Robert's brain short-circuited.

She wasn't wearing underwear. And between her legs, framed by neatly trimmed dark hair, was a cock. Soft, maybe four inches, with a delicate head that gleamed slightly in the low light.

Robert stared. His mouth opened. Closed.

Elena smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "Still interested?"

He should have been surprised. He should have asked questions. But his cock was still hard and her skin was still warm and she was looking at him with this expression of pure anticipation that made something in his chest twist.

What the hell.

He leaned forward and took her into his mouth.

She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. Her cock was different from his—softer, smoother, tasting faintly of salt and musk. He explored her with his tongue, feeling her swell against his palate, growing harder and longer until she filled his mouth.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "That's it. Good boy."

He shouldn't have liked that as much as he did.

He found a rhythm, bobbing his head like she'd done to him, using his tongue and his hand and the suction of his cheeks. She thrust into him gently at first, then harder, her hips rolling in soft little pumps that pushed her cock deeper with each movement.

"Look at me," she said.

He glanced up, mouth still full of her, and she groaned at the sight.

"I'm going to come," she warned. "You don't have to—"

He didn't pull away. He sucked harder, taking her as deep as he could, and felt her cock pulse against his tongue. Warmth flooded his mouth—thick and salty—and he swallowed around her, working her through it until she shuddered and pulled back.

"Where did you learn that?" she laughed, breathless.

"First time," he admitted.

"Natural talent." She pulled him up by his shirt collar and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. "Now fuck me."

She turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, presenting him with the curve of her ass. Her cock hung soft between her legs, spent but still pretty.

"Lube's in my bag," she said. "Condoms too."

Robert found them on the floor where she'd dropped her purse. His hands shook slightly as he rolled on the condom and slicked his fingers. He'd never done this before—but he'd watched enough porn to know the basics.

He pressed one finger against her entrance and felt her relax around him. She was tight and warm inside, her body opening for him as he worked her open with slow, careful movements.

"More," she said. "I can take it."

He added another finger, then a third, stretching her until she was pushing back against his hand and cursing under her breath.

"Now," she said. "Fuck me now."

He positioned himself behind her and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Pushed forward. Felt her body yield around him, hot and impossibly tight.

"Fuck," he groaned, sinking into her inch by inch.

"Move," she demanded. "Don't be gentle."

He wasn't.

He gripped her hips and fucked her hard, watching his cock disappear into her ass again and again. She braced herself against the couch and met his thrusts, her body rocking forward with each impact, her moans filling the room.

"Yes—fuck—right there—"

He reached around and found her cock, half-hard again, and stroked her in time with his thrusts. She shuddered and pushed back harder.

"I'm going to come again," she gasped. "Don't stop—don't—"

He didn't. He fucked her through it, feeling her cock pulse in his hand as she spilled onto the couch cushion beneath her. Her ass clenched around him and he lost it—buried himself deep and came so hard his vision went white.

They collapsed together onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and sweat and heavy breathing.

Robert stared at the ceiling. His heart pounded. His cock softened inside her.

Elena shifted, turning her head to look at him with a lazy, satisfied smile. Her hand found his, fingers lacing together.

"You know," she said, voice still husky, "I had a feeling about you the moment you walked over."

"What kind of feeling?"

"That you'd be fun." She squeezed his hand. "I was right."

He laughed—soft and genuine this time. "I don't even know what to call this."

"Call it a good night." She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Call it whatever you want."

They lay there in comfortable silence, the city sounds filtering through his thin walls. Robert realized he didn't want her to leave. Didn't want this to be some one-time story he'd replay in his head on lonely nights.

"Stay," he said quietly. "Breakfast. I make decent pancakes."

Elena turned to face him fully, studying him with those dark eyes. Something softened in her expression.

"Pancakes," she repeated. "That's your pitch?"

"I'm not great at this part either."

She smiled—warmer now, less predatory than before. "Okay. Pancakes."

She settled against his chest, her breathing evening out as the night settled around them. Robert held her and thought about how strange life was—how sometimes you just had to say what the hell and see what happened.

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