Page 13 of One Wild Night

Chapter 6

Ryan

"Something is definitelygoing on," Bennett accused, looking around my apartment. "Are those freshflowers?"

"Get out of my fucking bedroom, asshole!" I stressed. Why did he have to show up now of all fucking times? It was like the fucker had a sixth damn sense and knew something was happening!

"Are you trying to impress a woman or something?"

"Will you just fucking leave?" I bellowed. It was already almost six. Trixie would be here in just over an hour, and I still needed to shower.

"It is a woman!" Bennett snorted, watching my frustrated reaction. "Fucking hell! I’ve never seen you put roses and shit in your room before. Damn, bro! Who is she that you’re going to this much trouble? She must be one hot piece of fucking ass."

"Please just fuck off," I muttered, trying to push him out my door.

"Make sure you carefully wash your balls. Oh, and don’t forget to wrap up your cock, man! You don’t want little mini-Ryans running around," Bennett yelled from the sidewalk. An old woman who was out walking her dog looked at him in shock. "Good evening, ma’am," he said politely, gesturing toward her as sweetly as he could. Instead of answering, she quickly rushed away.

"Just fuck off, Bennett. I don't want to see your face around here until Monday morning!"

"Not into a threesome, huh?" he teased before finally turning to leave. No fucking way in hell...not with Trixie!

I had my shower after he left, paying careful attention to my balls. Fucking Bennett; he was making me paranoid. I'd never had confidence issues before, but I needed Trixie to want me as much as I wanted her. After all, this was the only chance I would ever have to be with her, and I wasn’t going to fucking waste it. When I was done, I changed into my usual black suit pants and white button up shirt. Wanting to make an effort tonight, I was planning to wine and dine her. I styled my hair into its usual disarray and was making the final finishing touches in my apartment when my doorbell rang.

Glancing down at my watch, I smiled. She was right on time.

My mouth went dry as I took in the beauty in front of me after opening my door. Her hair was down and wild, and her body was wrapped up in a long, purple coat. Oh fuck me, she was even wearing my favorite silver stilettos. I would definitely be asking her to keep those on later, at least for a while.

"Hi, Ryan," Trixie smiled, tilting her head. "Are you going to invite me inside?" Shit! Yeah, I really needed to stop ogling her.

"Of course," I mumbled, stepping aside to let her in as I grabbed her bag from her and set it down just inside the door.

"So this is your place, huh?" she muttered, looking around as she slowly began to undo each button on her coat. I was mesmerized, my eyes taking in every movement her hands made. Fuck, would it be too much to push her against my front door and fuck her hard before she’d even taken her coat off? Don’t even think about it, you idiot! You’re treating her to dinner first. Focus!

"Yes," I managed to croak out.

"Do I get the grand tour?" she smirked, slipping out of her coat. Sweet motherfucking hell, she was in a tight, dark purple dress, her cleavage almost bursting out the top. The bottom part hugged her curves so close, her ass begged for attention. The short skirt enhanced her long legs, and I wanted nothing more than to have those legs wrapped around my hips as I slammed my cock into her tight fucking pussy over and over again. I really fucking hoped those were stockings she was wearing. Trixie was a wet dream come true. Dammit, I needed to get my shit together.

"L...let me take that for you." I stepped closer to her, and as she handed me her coat, our hands brushed and we both groaned a little. Needing a bit of space so I didn’t take her right then and there, I hung her coat up and started moving down the hall. "Would you like a glass of wine before we eat?" I asked as she followed me into the kitchen.

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