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“No, not you,” he said.
“You’re such a bitch,” I teased.
Rose and Nick returned to the table. Rose handed me her business card and reached down to hug my neck.
“We’re getting out of here,” Rose said. “That dance kind of got us worked up if you know what I mean? Take my card just in case I don’t bump into you again before we all leave.”
I gazed at Nick and saw his dick pressing against his slacks. He was at least half hard and I envied Rose at that moment. She was about to get pounded in every good way of the word.
“We should get out of here too,” I heard in my ear, very close to my ear, like I-want-to-fuck-you-Mandy close to my ear.
You know how sometimes you get that twitch in your pussy? Kind of like a spark? Like someone flicked your clit unexpectedly? That happened. Wesley was a clit flicker.
Oh yeah! I do believe Mandy created another term. Clit Flicker.
Little Webster, I’ll need you to add that to the dictionary.
Clit Flicker (noun): 1. A person who unknowingly lights your pussy up like it’s a fucking candelabra. 2. One who is able to make your knees knock together and your pussy flinch like someone jumped out from around a dark corner and yelled “Boo.”
Example sentence: Hold onto your purse and don’t make it too obvious. The Clit Flicker is making his way toward you.
He’d said WE should get out of here. We was the key word there. He wanted to leave this shindig with me and I was totally down for that.
I leaned back against him, resting the back of my head on his shoulder, and turned my face to meet his, our mouths inches apart. His breath brushed my lips and I opened my mouth to allow some of it in. I inhaled, feeling that part of him fill my lungs. My legs opened involuntarily. Every part of me wanted to fuck.
“Where will WE go?” I asked.
“I want to show you my business.”
Um, okay, I’ve heard men call their junk Pedro and even Charlie and The Dong. But Business? He really considers his cock The Business? He better be damn good.
“Your business?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
“I own a company here in town. I want to take you there.”
Well don’t I feel like a fucking idiot, lol. He really did mean HIS BUSINESS. Thank God I didn’t say what was on my mind.
“Then take me there,” I said.
I told the others I’d meet them later if the party was still going on when we returned, or I’d see them tomorrow if it wasn’t.
Then I followed Wesley out to his car so he could show me his business.
Chapter 5 – His Business
“So what exactly is your business?” I asked as Wesley opened the door to his F-350 pickup.
It was candy apple red, chromed out, and a striking truck. There was something I’d always liked about a pickup man.
I put on my seat belt and Wesley walked around to the driver’s side. He threw his jacket into the back seat and started up the truck. It roared to life and the hum beneath my ass felt good.
“Have you ever heard of a Body Wash business?”
“Like you work at Bath & Body Works?”
I couldn’t help it. I knew that wasn’t what he meant, but suddenly I imagined him at the front door, with a green apron on, holding a basket full of Pumpkin Scrub.
Wesley laughed.
