Page 47 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

I’m in just my panties and my bra, but AJ is still fully clothed. That doesn’t seem fair to me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He grins and pulls his shirt off. He does it in that sexy way that men do, where he grabs it by the back of the collar. It’s a good thing I’m lying down, or I might have fallen over. His jeans quickly join the rest of our clothes on the floor.

“Much better,” I state, pulling him down to kiss me once more.

As our lips dance, his fingers sneak into my panties.

“You’re so wet, baby,” AJ moans.

“All for you. I need you, AJ. Please!”

I’ve never been a beggar. AJ brings that out in me. I can’t take the feel of his fingers on my sensitive pussy. I need more of him.

AJ senses my urgency. He moves his hands up behind my back to take off my bra, then removes my panties and his boxers. For the first time, we’re completely naked together.

The feel of his skin, uninhibited against mine, is overwhelming.

With nothing else between us, AJ lines himself up with my waiting center. His cock stretches my walls as he slides deeper and deeper until he can’t go any further.

“Yes,” I cry out, unable to contain my passion. “Hard!”

AJ obeys. He pulls out only to plunge in, again and again, without worry.

I pull him down to kiss me as my hips grind to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Take me.”

“Yes, yes, YES!”

My first orgasm takes over my body, sending me into near convulsions. AJ doesn’t slow his movements.

“I’m close, baby. I’m going to fill you with my come.”

“Please, AJ. I want it. Make me a mommy!”

The words are barely out of my mouth when AJ thrusts one last time. His warm seed fills me to the brim.

AJ collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, unable to move.

I’d be happy to stay like this forever.

15

AJ

Offering to drive Amber to work this morning seemed like a great idea. I haven’t seen her since our date on Thursday, which was four days ago.

We’ve been texting constantly since then. Amber is really funny when we’re sending memes back and forth to each other. We’ve also talked about important things, like politics.

It’s insane how easy it is with her.

Unfortunately, my admiration for the woman led me to the decision that picking Amber up in Queens and driving to Manhattan wouldn’t be that bad.

I’ve driven to work a few times. When I had to go see my mom right after work, I would take my car. But I mostly stick with the subway. There’s a reason for that. Traffic in New York City sucks.

Only idiots drive to work.

Or guys who are trying to impress the girl they like.

I pull up in front of Amber’s apartment building early. We agreed that I would pick her up at 8:30 because the drive to where she works can take up to a half-hour, despite only being a few miles away. I also want to stop for coffee on our way in. That’ll give us extra time to talk.

It’s only 8:15, but I text Amber to let her know I’m here.

A few seconds later, she trudges out the door of her building, wearing a fluffy black coat, a skirt, and dark tights.

She shivers when she gets into the car. I’m glad she was quick because there’s nowhere to park on this street. I would’ve been circling the block until she came out otherwise.

“Hi,” I greet, leaning over the center console to kiss her.

Amber looks good in my Tesla. She should be in the passenger’s seat every time I drive.

“Hi,” she responds. “Thanks for picking me up. I know it’s a pain to drive out here…”

“I wanted to. I figured this would give us a chance to talk.”

“And listen to music?”

I grin and turn the volume up. During our bowling date, we discovered a mutual love for classic rock. We’ve been sending each other songs since then. Some, I’d never heard of, and I really liked. Others, I’m not a fan of. The same goes for the ones I’ve sent Amber.

I like that we can dislike things and then talk about why. She didn’t get mad when I told her the song she sent me wasn’t my style. We simply discussed what about the song I didn’t like. So far, we’re nailing this ‘getting to know you’ phase.

“We have some extra time. Do you want to stop for coffee? I know a really good place in this neighborhood that does curbside pickup,” I suggest.

“That’d be great! I didn’t have a chance to make a cup this morning.”

“Sorry for making you leave earlier than usual.”

She looks over at me and smiles. “It’s worth it to see you in the morning.”

I kiss her one last time before pulling away from the curb. I hand her my phone so that she can place our order at the coffee shop. Online ordering is great. It saves time, and I don’t have to deal with people. I have enough of that at work with all my patients.

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