Page 12 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
Reid’s driver has been waiting outside, patiently idling in the car. While walking into the restaurant, I quickly texted my friend to cancel our celebratory drink, as well asReid’s driver, asking if he’d come and wait outside until we were done. Reid is reclusive by nature and hardly leaves his apartment, so it isn’t like he would need Richard tonight.
The scent of leather fills the air as I open the door of the blacked-out SUV, inviting Lyla to shuffle in. “Hi, Richard. How’s it going?”
“Evening, sir.”
“Whose car is this?” Lyla asks with a hushed whisper that’s barely audible as I silently slide in behind her.
“My brother’s.”
“Your brother is rich enough to have a chauffeur that comes on such short notice?” Her mouth drops open as she speaks.
I hear Richard’s subtle chuckle escape quietly from the front seat, but all I can focus on is Lyla’s parted mouth and what it’s going to look like with my dick inside it.
“Heading to your home on East 88th, sir?”
I give Richard a clipped nod through the rearview mirror as he rolls up the partition. With a gentle tug, Lyla moves to my lap, her legs on either side of me. The warmth of her body against mine makes my pants grow tight.
“That’s only a couple of blocks away. We could’ve just walked.”
“If we walked, we wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
I grip her ass, pulling her close, tracing the outline of her lips with my own. A soft moan spills from her lips, and I immediately close the distance, taking control of the kiss by cradling the back of her head with myother hand. The instant our lips collide, a whirlwind of desire engulfs me, leaving me desperate for another kiss.
This might just be for one night, but I have a bad feeling that the soft touch of her lips against mine will replay in my mind for years to come.
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Our kisses started softly,then grew more passionate as we rode through the dimly lit streets. Now we’re stumbling up the steps of his townhouse, unable to break our lips apart long enough for him to unlock the front door.
The second we step inside, I run my fingers over the smooth texture of his suit jacket as I peeled it off. There’s an equal level of urgency in his touch as he tangles his hands in my hair.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Or why I propositioned a random stranger, of all people, to have a one-night stand. Deep down, I know that my actions are fueled by a deep-rooted need to take control of something, anything, in my life. A flight attendant friend once told me that passengers often act out during flights as a way to regain a sense of control in a situation where they feel powerless. That’s exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m rebelling, doing something out of character, as a way to convince myself that I am still the one in charge of someaspects of my life. It helps that this hook-up doubles as a welcome distraction from tomorrow’s interview.
A smart person would go back home, gather their thoughts, then meticulously prepare for the interview. But I never claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed, especially when wine and handsome men are involved. I’m just a girl. I can’t help it.
Barrett breaks our kiss, and the sound of his voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Do you want me to make you dinner before or after I make you come?”
Dinner?He wants to make me dinner?
I thought the dinner portion of our evening was already over. Granted, we didn’t eat anything, but it wasn’t like I was staying overnight.Oh God, does he think I’m planning on spending the night here?
I originally planned to stay here for an hour, maybe two at most, because there’s no way I can risk being late for work again tomorrow morning. Plus, I don’t want to make this situation more confusing than it needs to be. We agreed that there would be no feelings and no contact afterward. Sleeping over and curling up in bed next to him will only complicate things. The last thing I want right now is more chaos added to my plate.
“After,” I moan breathlessly against his lips.
We fumble our way through the entry, clumsily bumping into a side table and nearly toppling a lamp in the process. With his hands firmly clasped around my waist, he leads me into another room. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other, and a comforting heat builds between us. His large hands are commanding asthey glide to my backside, swiftly lifting my dress over my ass before caressing my bare skin. Barrett tightens his grip on me, silently signaling for me to stop my backward steps once we enter the living room.
I expect him to pull away, but his lips linger on mine. He changes the pace so our kiss is no longer frantic and sloppy. Instead, the intensity of it deepens with each passing second. He slowly drags his hands back up my body until he is cupping my face. The softness of his touch sends a shiver down my spine.
When he finally pulls away, I find myself already craving the taste of mint and red wine to return to my lips. The house is still. The only sounds are the hum of the refrigerator and our breaths intermingling. Barrett’s soft lips gently graze against mine, accompanied by the subtle curve of his smile. A puddle of heat uncurled in my belly, spreading a tingly sensation throughout my body.
“I want you to take off your dress and get on your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” I say breathlessly. My pulse thunders in my ears as I carefully slide off the straps of my white dress and let it fall gracefully to the floor.
I have a feeling that Barrett is the kind of man who gets off on giving a woman pleasure. There’s something about the way his eyes ignite with excitement when I obediently follow his orders and lower myself to my knees. The glimmer in his irises reveals everything I need to know about his preferred dynamic in the bedroom.
