Page 6 of Just One Night
“Yeah. See you there in an hour.” I know we need to discuss the tour we just went on even ifEllahas briefly stolen my attention. It won't last.
Never does.
Precisely why I need my phone back. It falls in to the wrong hands, I know about a dozen women who would love to ruin me with the juicy bits I am stupid enough to hold on to.
“Details, Knox. Mentioned those. In the city. Why were you in the park?”I realize something once I read this message as I step into the suite I'm in for the night.
Just yesterday, I was close to this woman. I walk through the park at the end of my day if a swell of creativity hits me. Yesterday was just such a day. Got a few shots of some girls riding horses. An old couple holding hands at a bench. I used my personal phone because I was on a call with Taylor as I took my routine route.
Soon after, I headed to meet him for dinner to discuss today's trip. Didn't realize I'd lost my phone until after dinner. I sent off the message offering a reward, sure I'd lost the thing for good.
Ella found it for me though.
“I like to take photos there. What brought you through the park?”I find myself anxious for her answer as I shed my suit, looking forward to a hot shower.
“I like the smell of the park. Earth and dirt and flowers. Reminds me of home. Ohio. I like little about New York. Like that park though. Bonus, it was raining.”Despite knowing nothing about her, I smile at the visual in my head at her words.
Ella taking her time strolling through the park in the rain. I envision a dark-haired goddess, tendrils flowing behind her as she tips her head back to the sky, embracing earth in a way few people do. With the shower running, I am almost able to imagine being right there with her.
Stepping beneath the spray, I imagine her flowing skirts and top soaked through from the rain. Small, rounds breasts peeking through her top, nipples rosy and puckered. I can see a slender neck, bare shoulders, too many necklaces hanging there. Can almost imagine pressing my lips to her creamy skin, tracing the freckles that make the shape of the stars you can see when it's a clear night in New York.
Realizing I am turned on by the entire fantasy, I wrap a hand around my cock. Fuck, me. I start to work it, the water, the fantasy, the vision of earthy Ella making me harder. I imagine us tucked away in a corner of the park, rain falling. Pressing her against the stone, shoving her skirts out of my way to find her bare beneath.
“Dirty girl. Bare for me.” I grunt as I pump my fist, almost seeing her bent over for me, wet slit waiting for me to savor her sweet honey.
I would drop to my knees gladly, lick at her folds in the rain until she came on my tongue. I'd plunge inside her before she finished shuddering from her orgasm, cupping those perfect tits as I pounded into her in the rain. Fuck, it would be so goddamn hot.
Coming hard now, I shoot ropes of cum against the shower wall as I growl in release. I swear I black out for a few seconds from how fucking good it felt just to imagine her. My shower runs cold suddenly and I yelp, laughing at my stupid fantasy.
“Earthy Ella. Not even into earthy chicks.” I say it out loud as if to confirm it. Washing off quickly, I step out of the shower, catching my reflection in the mirror.
Maybe not my normal type, but that fantasy was fuck-hot.
Snatching my phone off the counter, I tap out another message. Don't even know why I ask. Feels like I need to know though. As I dress for dinner with Taylor, I watch my phone, impatient for her response. I almost dash for it the moment it lights up with a message.
Fuck me. Ella responded.
With shaky fingers—why the fuck are my hands shaking—I open the response to my previous question.
“Clearly I like photos. Send me a photo. Need to know who to look for tomorrow.” I didn't know if she would, but a message with an attached photo waits to be opened.
“Won't even be an Earthy Ella.” I scoff to my reflection even as I hold my breath as I open it.
Oh. Oh.
Fuck me.
Earthy motherfucking Ella.
In a full-length mirror shot, there is my exact perfect vision of Ella.
Thick, flowing dark hair spills past her shoulders—bare as her flowy top falls just past their delicate curves. I can't see freckles but I'd bet good bank she has some. While it's no rain-soaked fantasy, I can just barely make out soft, round breasts beneath a silky top. Her flat belly is bare, an ankle length sheer skirt giving me the briefest glimpse of long, toned dancer legs.
Making a face at her mirror image as she awkwardly holds the phone to give me the shot I asked for, she is adorable. Stunning. Twisted in a sort of dancer pose, long and lithe, I am absolutely stunned at her beauty.
Bright hazel eyes light with something that even through a digital image makes me hot. Wonder, mischief, something lively. Her bottom lip is caught in her teeth as she focuses on catching herself in the mirror.
It's as if I conjured her up entirely, it's so exact.
