Page 11 of One Taste
“Well, if I had to guess, I’d say a woman is the reason for that,” she says before taking a sip of her drink.
If she only knew. “Kind of,” I admit.
“Oh! I love mysteries. Let me guess!” She’s being a ballbuster now, but I kind of like it. “The woman in your life cheated on you?”
I smirk at her. “If I had a woman in my life, she wouldn’t need to cheat.”
Her lips purse, and she nods in agreement. “You’re right,” she admits. “You look like you pride yourself on keeping a woman happy in bed.”
Chuckling, I examine her and can’t help but notice she’s not wearing a ring.Single.
“Oh, you have no idea.” I look around as if I’m telling her a secret before I lean in toward her. “I have a cock made for porn, and it leaves womenextremely satisfied.”
So much for not trying to get laid.It’s as if this woman is a siren and I have no control over my thoughts. I’m a slave to her call.
A perfect white smile followed by the cutest chuckle escapes her lips.She tosses her hair over her shoulder and I catch a whiff of the sweetest scent. It’s intoxicating, and my dick weeps.
“That’s what they all say,” she says with a laugh.
Fuck, she’s sexy as shit.
“What’s your name?” she asks over the din. “What are these women calling out as you are bringing them to satisfaction?”
She’s teasing. Normally,I wouldn’t be down to play a game like this, but with her, I’d be down to do anything.
I lower my voice into a seductive tone. “Brooks.”
We’re close enough that when I whisper my name in her ear, I can feel her body shiver.
“Brooks,” she repeats, rolling the “r” with dramatic effect. “Rolls right off the tongue.”
Damn.I feel the roll of that R in my balls.
“What’s your name?”I ask, then take a sip of my scotch.
“Devin.”
An interesting name for an interesting woman. I can’t remember the last time I found anything interesting about a woman other than how fast I could get her on her back.
I mimic her response, whispering her name to myself. “Devin,” I murmur. “So, what brings you here, Devin?”
She takes a sip of her drink, and I watch the way her lips press against the glass. “I was hungry, and I wanted a drink. I’ve got some time to kill before I have to be at Penn Station for my train.”
“Train, huh? Do you work in the city?”
She turns her face, studying me, and I let her look all she wants. The way she gets all breathy and keeps licking her bottom lip, there’s no doubt she’s wondering how big my cock is.
She takes another sip. “After I decide which job offer I want to take, I will.”
I raise my glass in a cheers salute. “Well, then congrats.”
She clicks her glass with mine and smiles. “Thanks.”
“So, where’s your train taking you?”
“Jersey.”
I waggle my eyebrows, letting the tone of my voice slip into a flirt. “Jersey girl, huh? A princess.”
