Page 99 of Forecheck
“What’s up?”
“Next Saturday, there’s this Treasure of Detroit Ball my class is hosting. It’s like law school prom. People get really dressed up, and there will be dinner and drinks and dancing. Would you maybe want to come with me?”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “Well, as long as we’re in town.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’d do anything for you, Berk. You know that.”
I did, and I was more grateful for it than I could ever express.
Promises, Promises
It had been welldocumented that Brent in a suit did funny things to my insides, making me want to get on my knees at his feet and beg him to do terribly dirty things to me—fantasies I knew he’d be all too happy to indulge.
When he arrived to pick me up, my mouth dried out when I opened the door to let him in. Every inch of him, from head to toe, was clad in black. His tuxedo jacket was soft velvet, the lapels satin. He wore shiny dress shoes on his feet, and his dark hair was slicked back from his face. Even from a few feet away, I could smell the coconut oil and aloe vera pomade he favored, mixed with that fresh, crisp scent of his cologne. As long as I lived, that particular blend would always remind me of him. The freshly shaved skin of his face was smooth, though forever shadowed by the threat of a beard.
I took the bouquet of peonies he brought me and hustled back into the kitchen to drop them in a vase. His arms were spread wide when I returned, waiting. Happily, I stepped into his embrace and tipped my head back to kiss him. He swept his tongue into my mouth, twining it with mine. For several longmoments, we remained there, mouths fused, until I pulled away and sucked in a shaky breath.
“Brent?” I said, resting my forehead against his chest.
“Yes?”
“If we don’t get out of this apartment right now, we’re not making it to the ball.”
“And why is that, my dear?” he asked sweetly, bending to nuzzle my neck.
“Brent!” I said halfheartedly, pushing him away. When I looked up at him, I giggled at my lipstick smeared across his mouth. Tugging his wrist, I pulled him deeper into my apartment to clean him up.
“Wait, I thought you said we should be leaving?”
“We should be,” I said, wetting a paper towel under the faucet and approaching him. “But you’re covered in red lipstick. We don’t need everyone knowing what we were doing before we got there.”
“I don’t mind,” Brent said, his grin making it difficult to clean his face.
“Well I do,” I said. “These people are classmates and colleagues and potential industry contacts. I need to make a good impression.”
“In this dress? That won’t be an issue.” Brent stepped into me again, hands skating up and down my sides. “It’s giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“What, this old thing?” I asked cheekily, gesturing at myself.
The dress I’d chosen was deep red satin with a slit up the right side that stopped mid-thigh. It had a tight bodice with spaghetti straps that crisscrossed and tied at the base of my spine, leaving my entire back exposed, and fell all the way to the floor in a full skirt. I’d gathered my hair in a loose chignon at the nape of my neck.
“Yes,that old thing,” he said sarcastically, ushering me out of the apartment.
“What kind of ideas are we talking about here?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.
“Tonight, when we get home, the first thing I’m going to do is push you back against this door and stick my head under those skirts. Get you nice and worked up with my mouth.”
His voice was a warm caress that warded off the chilly breeze when we stepped outside.
“Then?” I prompted once we’d settled in his truck. My clit already tingled, and I shifted in my seat in hopes of alleviating some of the pressure.
It didn’t work, especially not after Brent’s next words.
“And then,” he said conversationally as he back out of the parking space, “when you come so hard your knees go weak, I’m going to haul you upstairs, spread you out on the bed, and fuck you while you’re still wearing it.”
“Why wait for a bed?” I said, voice betraying my frayed nerves. “Maybe you should just take me right there against the door.”
