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God, do I ever…
I turn until I’m looking at him, his hand now on my ass. I want him so badly my panties are already soaked, and if the bulge now pressed against me gives any indication, he wants me too.
God, his blue eyes. A girl could get lost in them. But I can’t afford to.
“As much as I’d love to, I have to get up early.”
His brow waggles. “So do I.”
His breath washes over my neck, a tantalizing caress. Soft lips find my flesh, and I throw back my head, allowing him full access to my throat.
“We can go back to your place so you can go right to sleep afterward,” he offers.
“Don’t tempt me.”
His hands and lips retreat, and like a perfect gentleman. He straightens, giving me space. “Understood.”
The instant withdrawal I get when his hands leave my body is enough to make me desperate. I want this so badly, despite all my fears.
I grab his arm. “Wait!”
“It’s getting late,” he says, “and you have to be up early.”
I place a hand on his chest and lick my lips as I press a little closer.
“At least tell me your name,” I say in a sultry whisper.
His body presses back, his hand finding my waist. He smells of mahogany and citrus and a strong manly musk that only weakens any reservations I have.
“Chaz,” he says after a long moment of drinking me in. “And yours?”
“Erica,” I lie as he tilts my chin up and leans in close.
“What would you like to do, Erica?”
“Tempt me!”
Chadwick
Of all thelame places to be on a Friday night, Idaho has got to be the worst, but the salacious treat I’ve found makes it all worth it.
If looks were the only factor, I’ve struck gold in the getting laid department. Erica has a sultry, mysterious feel to her, enhanced by her slinky black dress that clings to her petite frame.
She’s pretty, with a delicate bone structure and large, mocha-colored eyes. Aristocrat features, as my mother would say. And so feminine.
Unfortunately, looks aren’t all that matters, and I wonder if I chose too hastily. She’s grown reticent, her eyes shying away from me. Perhaps I should have gone with the needy blonde. She wasn’t half as pretty, but her desires were clear. As the saying goes, it’s better to go home with a fun five than a lame ten.
The air is brisk, so I offer her my jacket, which she accepts with a meek smile.
It’s then that her words hit me. “Tempt me.” It’s like she wanted me to convince her to have sex with me, which means she had to overcome some obstacle in her mind. Some flaw in our coupling.
There’s no ring on her finger, but I suppose she could have a serious boyfriend. Doesn’t really matter to me as I’m only in town for the night.
We enter her hotel and go straight to the elevator, where she hits the button for the forty-eighth floor, and as I’m about to ask her if her head is in the game, she turns to me, hooks a hand behind my heck, and pulls me down for a kiss.
Fuck me…
It’s deep, passionate. Not the kind that goes along with a one-night stand. It appears I’ve lucked out, and Erica has a lot of pent up frustration.
