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Hartley
Okay, so I may have just gone crazy and propositioned this gorgeous, almost-divorced businessman whom I only know as Gray, to spend the night with me. But why does it feel so good? Is it because I never do this kind of thing?
Maybe that, plus the fact we’ve been getting along so well tonight. Gray is a very easy guy to talk to, and I appreciated how open he’s been tonight with the whole divorce thing and him wanting a bunch of kids. That was so freaking sweet.
I’m a little crazy for him after hearing that. Enough so, that I’ve basically asked him to sleep with me, and he didn't refuse.
Having dinner with a stranger due to a mix-up is one thing, but asking him to spend the night with me after a great evening of conversation is another. And now I’m letting him grope me from behind before we’ve even left the restaurant.
This is what happens when I’m let loose from Boston for the night to see some clients who live in New York.
I can’t help but quiver at his words, and his touch is everything I thought it would be. There’s also no mistaking what he’s got going on when it’s pressing into my back.
I’m hoping that to anyone else close by, it looks like we’re just two people enjoying the view. I try my best not to press back against him and wiggle my ass like I want to. The truth is, I just want to lose myself in him tonight, forgetting everything else. Isn’t that what all normal, highly strung attorneys do?
I sigh, because I have no idea. But I do know I want to enjoy myself to the fullest tonight.
It’s been embarrassingly too long since I was in a guy’s arms, or in his bed.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my ear as he embraces me from behind, still caressing my breast. We have our backs to the restaurant so no one can see. He moans again, and the sound is delightful, making me even wetter than I already am. “Fuck.” His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple gently. Then he flattens his hand and slowly drifts it back and forth.
“We really need to get the check,” I whisper. My panties are just about on fire. They feel like they’re going to melt right off me.
“I think you’re right,” he says, chuckling darkly, moving back. He slides his hand down to my hip and steps aside, steeling himself against the railing. “Though we need to wait, I can’t walk out of here like this.”
I swallow, looking down at his crotch. I love that I’ve made him so hard. And he’s right, he can’t exactly walk through the well-lit restaurant sporting a huge boner.
“Tell me something boring. It may briefly fade enough to leave," he murmurs as I finish the Sauternes and place my glass down on the table.
“The train from Boston took four hours.” I splutter the first thing that comes into my head.
“You took the train?” He laughs, leaning on the rail, looking out to the water below us.
“Yes. But I’m flying back.”
“Why didn’t you just fly in the first place?”
“I was being spontaneous, I’ve never taken the train that far before.”
“Ah.” He nods. “Are you being spontaneous now?”
“I think I’m in way over my head.” I chuckle good-naturedly.
He gives me that sexy lip purse thing that he’s been doing all night. What he told me about his dream really struck a chord with me, even if it contradicts the badass CEO he sports on the outside. I guess that’s why they say not to judge a book by its cover.
I’m usually an excellent judge of character by trade. You have to be when you specialize in divorce law, and he seems to be telling the truth. But I am half a bottle of bubbles in, plus the drink I started with, and the dessert wine. I still figure he would have no reason to lie about what he said. We were being candid after all, and he could have gone with something far less elaborate than that. He’d have no problem picking up a woman, I realize. And I’m not sorry it’s me.
“Not from where I’m standing. You have a beautiful head,” he chuckles.
“Did you mean what you said tonight?” I blurt. I can’t stop thinking about that whole wife and the kids all running around on the lawn thing.
Maybe I have had too many. I don’t feel drunk though, just a little tipsy, and obviously very brave. Braver than I usually am with men.
“Everything I’ve said tonight is the truth,” he says. “I’m many things, Hartley, but I’m not a liar.”
“Good to know.”
