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Lorenzo shakes his head, sighs, and he tells me he has to go.
“Okay,” I say and touch the screen with two fingers. Lorenzo does the same, it’s now our thing. Now, as friends.
As I lean against the kitchen island I sigh and close my eyes. I think of him and his two fingers, and my clit starts to throb. I need Lorenzo as a friend.
But I need him, with benefits.
Wicked benefits.
12
LORENZO
I arrive back from Dallas early, and it’s dark as I walk into my penthouse. I drop my bags in my room, and I walk into the kitchen area, and pause. The always immaculate area is dark, but it’s a complete mess, as if we’ve been robbed.
I walk slowly, and carefully around, my eyes scanning left and right.
All of a sudden, someone from above the kitchen island, leaps on top of me. I spin the burglar fast, but they hold on like a cat.
I’ve never been robbed, and I won’t stand for it now.
Finally, in the darkness, and near the floor, I wrestle them under me. I have one hand around their throat, and I have them pinned down.
That’s when I notice it’s Storm.
She’s in my preppy white cooking apron, with her thick fluffy white socks. She’s also in some of her white cotton knickers.
“Jesus, woman,” I say, shaking my head.
“Hey, you,” she says calmly, still under my body.
“Hey,” I say, because it’s all I have.
“You’re home early!”
“It would appear so.”
We are both too shocked to move, and I think I’m getting hard. How can I not be? I’m on top of her, between her legs, and she is almost naked. Her breasts are almost completely visible popping out each side of the apron, and she is panting.
I can also feel her warm chest under me, and her eyes are hungry.
Storm squints slightly, as if thinking. Likely because she can tell I’m getting hard. I can also see her nipples hardening through the flimsy white apron.
The thing is, I don’t want to move. Not now.
I have imagined being between her legs, for so darned long. I have also, not been inside anyone for several weeks. I need it, and Ineed it bad.
I need her.
I’m unsure if she does it on purpose, but I feel her core, or folds, shift slightly against my hardening cock.
Storm bites her bottom lip, before realizing. She stops, and fast.
“I think we better… ” I say before clearing my throat and starting to get up.
My Italian shoes slip in the spilt flour, and I land back on top of her. It’s unexpected, and I can feel her folds against my hard cock.
I go to speak, but it comes out husky. “Maybe we should, get to know each other first.”
