Page 50 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
The man is voracious. On our first night together, I had a moment of insecurity where I felt ashamed of my size and wanted to hide. And I know that I should have learned to love myselfwithouta man showing me how desirable he finds me, but I’m a cliché and found my sexiness in the way he looks at my body with overtly carnal need. He makes me feel like the hottest, most beautiful, mostwantedwoman in the world. And I fucking love it.
“Admittedly, I prefer that too. But I have to get to the photographers to meet up with Theo and Darren. I can't be late this time.” Tanner and I have been late to the studio every single day since I packed a bag and came to stay with him. We make love every morning upon waking, every night before we go to bed, after breakfast, before dinner, and Tanner likes to sneak in as many naughty trysts throughout the day as we can manage. Like, in the thirty minutes between the pre-show meeting and the show’s start, in the back of his car after the show and anywhere else we manage to find ourselves alone. We've christened his desk, my desk, and after staying back late one night to get through some paperwork, we christened the giant table in the meeting room. I have a dirty little fantasy of giving him head while we’re on air, but I know that will never happen since we have a control room full of people watching us, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about it, and getting off when I do.
I know we shouldn't be messing around with each other at work, but since technically Tanner owns the studio, I think we can get away with it without causing too much of a stir. Plus, that little edge of danger in getting caught is super-hot.
Also, I think I'm equally as voracious as Tanner when it comes to this sex business since I haven't once turned around and said no. Well, except for right now…
“What time do you finish?” he asks, sliding his hand beneath my blouse and cupping my breast. His thumb moves over my nipple and I lose focus for a moment. My body is always so ready for him.
“Ah, lunchtime, I think. I was gonna…Oh god. Yes. That feels good.”
He tugs the lace of my bra down and dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. “What were you going to do at lunch?” he rasps, shifting my blouse and bra as he moves to the other side.
“I was going to meet up with Tahlia if she’s free.”
“You’ll be meeting with me.” His tongue swirls around my nipple and my hands go into his hair.
“OK. Why?”
“Just meet me and you’ll find out.” His hands move to my sides and he scrunches the fabric of my skirt up my thighs.
“Tanner,” I gasp. “What are you doing?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m making you late,” he says, grinning up at me before he drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs.
* * *
“About time,”Darren says, his arms folded across his chest as I race across the street to meet them, takeout coffees in my hands to make up for my tardiness. “We’ve been here nearly thirty minutes already.”
“They’ve been here five minutes,” Karen interjects, her trusty clipboard against her chest. “I’m the one who’s been here for thirty.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell her that,” Darren hisses, half joking. “We’re trying to guilt trip her here.”
“I brought coffee as an apology. I lost track of time.”
“I’ll bet you did,” Theo says, smirking as he takes the tray from me and hands them out.
“Are we ready to get this shoot over and done with?” I ask, pulling the door to the photography studio open and gesturing for everyone to go inside.
“I amdyingto get this done,” Darren says, trotting along ahead of me. He’s only wearing three-inch boots today, so he’s even lighter on his feet. “When Theo gets paid, I’m putting a down payment on a gorgeous loft that’s only a few blocks away from my club. It’ll make getting to work so much easier,andit’s got great natural light, so when I’m sewing, I won’t have to mess my eyes up. I can’t wait for you to see it.”
“That’s if we get it,” Theo says, walking behind me up the stairs. “There were about fifteen other couples at the inspection. We’re gonna have to offer more than they’re asking or we’ll miss out.”
“The rental market is the pits,” Karen puts in, leading us from the very front. “My boyfriend and I live in a studio apartment that is dank and cramped. Really puts a strain on things at times. It literally smells like you eat and shit where you sleep. I hate it.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, Karen,” I say.
She swings her head back and smiles. “That's because you never asked. But that's OK, you've been rather…busywith Mr. Wright lately.”
Darren barks out a laugh “Oh my god. How did I not twig that he's Mr. Wright?”
“Do you want to know what's even funnier?” Theo says. “That night when she scratched up his car, she had the wrong car.”
“And?” Darren shrugs.
“She had the wrong car, but she had the right guy,” Theo says with disbelieving laughter. “How am I the only one who gets that?” And I can't help but laugh. Theo and I may not look like twins, but it's times like these when I realize how alike our thinking really is.
“I promise you, Theo,” I say. “I've thought exactly the same thing.”
