Page 28 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

And something about that terrified the shit out of me.

Perry Sommers.

That name had been entering my mind lately, and often. I didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t know what to make of her.

“Don’t move, love.” Stefanie slid off my lap slowly, her breasts caressing down my chest and over my thighs. Her pale eyes flicked upward and she gave me a sexy smile. “I’m going to change into something seductive. I think you’ll be very happy.”

She stood up and I pulled her back to my mouth. “I’m already seduced.”

Her lips curved against mine. “Wait here, love.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I watched her ass until she disappeared into the other room. Stefanie knew her way around well. She’d been coming to my place every few months for the past several years. She called me ‘love,’ but it was anything but for both of us. A simple term of endearment sheliked to use. She was the only one who understood what I wanted, and that was the reason why she kept coming back. She wanted it too.

Perry Sommers.

I picked up my glass from the table and took a long sip of whiskey, resting my head back on the chair. Who would have ever thought the same woman who’d intrigued me that night at Lucky’s would end up at my company. It was a strange twist to my life, but one I welcomed. If I thought she’d been on my mind before, I had a strong feeling it was nothing compared to what was to come.

A smile crossed my lips as I pictured her look of surprise over discovering my identity. She’d been adamant about not knowing my name, but now she’d never forget it. I pressed the rim of the glass to my mouth. It’d been a good four hours since I’d seen her last, since she’d left the meeting too soon with the excuse of not feeling well.

I wasn’t buying her bullshit. Not when she’d appeared perfectly fine moments earlier romping around on the floor.

“What do you think, love?”

Stefanie posed in the doorway, wearing nothing more than a few scraps of black lace covering her nipples and crisscrossing between her legs. The fabric, or lack thereof, accentuated her attributes: enormous tits that defied gravity and an insatiable pussy.

“I think you look highly fuckable.”

“Then my outfit is doing its job.”

She didn’t need an outfit for that. Her body could make a priest sin, and she knew it. She reveled in it. I’d enjoyed that body countless times and it never disappointed. My eyes traveled over her curves, settling on the tawny hair that fell into her light green eyes.

But for the first time, I wished instead that the hair was long and cocoa and the eyes were wide and dark.

Perry Sommers. I stared at one woman while thinking of another.

“Come here.”

Stefanie smiled and stalked towards me, licking her lips. Wecould make each other feel very good all night long, no doubt about that.

She bent down before me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her lightly. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this tonight. It has nothing to do with you.”It’s not you, it’s me.

She gave me a tiny frown, then nodded. She understood and wouldn’t take it personally. When she stood and went to change, I felt an unexpected relief knowing I’d be spending the rest of the evening alone.

As alone as I could be with visions of Perry sharing my space. I needed to figure her out if for no other reason than sating my curiosity. She was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but it wasn’t that. She interested me already, and I barely knew her. I enjoyed the way she’d flipped me one and told me to fuck off. She had a mouth and wasn’t afraid to use it. I looked at her and wanted to delve inside and see what made her tick, not fuck her and forget her. It wasn’t sexual. It was… something else.

Stefanie stopped and turned her head. “Don’t forget I’m only in town until Monday.”

“I won’t.”

She blew me a kiss and stepped through the doorway. Uncomplicated, that’s what Stefanie was. I always knew what to expect, and I liked that. She wasn’t like the others, and that’s why she’d lasted longer than one night. She didn’t care that I made the kind of money I did, yet chose to live simply. There were no expectations or misunderstandings. She liked to fuck, and so did I. With Stefanie, itwassexual, and that was good enough.

She returned, fully clothed, and gave me a parting kiss. Her lips made sure to hold a promise of what was to come, and then she left my house without further goodbye.

I wondered if I’d call her back over before Monday. I couldn’t answer that now. Not when I currently couldn’t stop thinking aboutwhen I’d see Perry again. And that ball was strictly in my court.

It had pleased me when she’d come to Nic’s without him.Dre. She’d paid attention to the e-mail. I didn’t know their situation, but I knew enough not to want him in her life. I’d called him a loser, and I stood by that.

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