Page 47 of Mister Rival

Why the hell I put the no sex thing out there has me almost punching myself in the face. But it was a spontaneous, grappled attempt to show Ms. Archer that I meant business in getting to know her and I wasn’t just after her body. That’s the truth of it. But after two solid weeks of us meeting for coffee and dinner dates, plus another sorry attempt at teaching her the pickleball rules, I want her body more than I want oxygen. I’m glad we’ve done some fun stuff together, talked and seen each other outside of the office and doing deals. We’ve both seen different sides to each other; turns out she’s a lot of fun when she wants to be and not in realtor mode all the time. Maybe she thinks something similar about me. I’m hoping to meet Clementine in the near future, too.

I’m closing up my office for the night after a long day where I plan to head home and relieve some pressure in the shower and have a glass of red. Mason gave me strict instructions from vacation-land to not burn the midnight oil again, to which I told him to enjoy his time off and not check in with work. But he can’t help himself.

It’s while I’m putting my desk back to some kind of decency when I hear a little knock on my door. Definitely not one of my kids. Hell, they wouldn’t knock, they’d just barge right in. I’m already halfway over to the door before I call out, “Come in.”

The door swings open before I can reach the handle and I’m delighted and surprised to see Ali standing in front of me. She’s wearing a gorgeous knee-length beige trench coat and patent nude high-heels. “Hey,” I breathe, assessing her quickly from her gorgeous face right down to her toes. My natural reaction these days is to reach down and kiss her on the lips. We’ve been flirty over text and when we’re together, but only sharing little kisses and touches here and there. She deserves to be courted and I’ve told her so many times.

“Hi.” Her smile is bright and wide, lighting me up inside. My sons say I’m like a moth to a flame these days. They know it’s Ali induced, and I can’t wait for them to meet her properly as my girlfriend.

“What brings you to this neck of the woods?” I lean in and give her a little peck on the lips. That right there already fires my body up. Having to keep my natural instincts and abilities at bay while we ‘court’ is an entirely new experience for me. And I’ve enjoyed it, it’s made me feel like a boy again. But I still need to feel her.

“I have some business to attend to,” she says, her deep, coral painted lips drawing me in as she speaks. I want that lipstick all over my body as well as my cock. I feel him twitch in agreement.

“Business?” I balk. Oh, I like this game.

“Yep.”

“What kind of business?”

Her hands lift to the belt of her coat as my eyes drop to follow her movement. I can’t help it when my tongue drags across my lower lip, my mouth waters at the sight of her here.

She came to see me. With the belt hanging loosely now, she unfastens her coat one agonizing button at a time.

My cock kicks in my pants, my body heating instantly like every vein is suddenly on fire. I can’t even control my heart rate, much less my breathing.

Fuck, my little sweetheart has come here to seduce me?

Game fucking on.

“Thiskind of business.” Her hands grab the material of her coat on either side, and as she pulls it open my eyes cascade down, popping wide when I see she’s wearing a very sexy pair of lace panties, and a matching bra. It leaves very little to the imagination, just how I like it. It’s almost sheer, but just enough modesty to have me frothing at the bit to uncover the contents.

“Fucking hell, Ali.” My hands reach for her before my brain even has a chance to catch up. I take her in as I gaze down her scantily-clad body again. “You look amazing.”

She laughs in that cute little way she does.“You like?”

“No,sweetheart, I love.” I dip my head to kiss her, soft at first, but it only takes a few brushes of our lips to escalate, and then I’m reaching for her tits, rubbing over her peaks with my fingers as she lets out a little moan. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“And so are you. I wanted to do you on your desk,” she says simply. “Since you’re not allowed to any more of my open houses.”

I grin. Oh, I’m down for that. I can feel myself harden. Fuck. She’s already inducing pre-cum without barely touching me. “Is that right?”

“I thought we could put a stop to this no touching business once and for all.”

I pull back to look into her gorgeous eyes sparkling up at me. “I’ve never seen anyone look so sexy, but please tell me you don’t usually walk around like this?”

She giggles again and shakes her head, reaching out and pulling me back to her by my tie. “No,Mr. Forbes. It’s only for you.”

It’s like music to my ears, a sweet melody to my heart. One that I hope to have on repeat for the rest of my days.

I scoop her up into my arms and head in the direction of my desk.

Epilogue

ALISON

Three months later

The sexy date in his office sealed the deal for both of us. While I loved his notion of getting to know each other without the sex for a little while, we were both so hyped up that night, especially after two weeks of courting. So looking back, I’m glad I took matters into my own hands.

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