What the fuck does that say about me?
Maybe it’s the challenge. The women I saw during the two years I was separated from my ex-wife, who was also dating other people, were anywhere from their late twenties to late thirties, and none of them had the spunk or forwardness that Emma has.
In my line of work, people can get cocky, and I was, I still am sometimes, which I think is why I’m attracted to the blonde next to me. She doesn’t put up with my shit and reminds me that even though she’s ten years younger than me, she deserves the same respect as any adult, regardless of age.
The thought of her walking out of the restaurant with confidence and anger lurking beneath the surface makes my dick hard. Sure, I was nervous and I messed up, but the making up part was totally worth it. That kiss alone almost made me come. When I saw her fall apart, I nearly fell apart myself and… Shit, everything I’m thinking about is turning me on, and I’ll be hard the entire way home.
Right now, all I want is something simple. After years of fighting with my ex, I need a break. But then again, I might get into some trouble with what I’m doing, so it’s not really that simple. Still, I’ll take what I can get. As she said, there’s no point in hiding what neither one of us regrets. We were never friends, not from the first night we met or any time after that, and we wereneverprofessional with each other.
The lingering touches, looks, and my jealousy taking over were all signs that, unless we were completely separated, there was no stopping what’s happening now.
Another pop song plays, and I remind myself for thethousandth time to make a new playlist for my car rides since I got locked out of my Spotify account a month ago.
Turning into Astor Hall’s parking lot on the side of the building to not risk anyone seeing us, I look at Emma to wake her up, but pause to take her in. Her head is tilted to the side, her lips slightly parted, and she is breathing softly. Those smooth pink lips I kissed earlier no longer have any of the lightly tinted lip gloss she was wearing, and her bright makeup is still in perfect condition, making her eyelashes look longer than usual.
I feel my dick stirring in my pants again just by looking at her, and I feel like a perv.
Lifting my hand, I gently brush her golden hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“Hey.” I squeeze her arm gently. “We’re here.”
She jumps and sits up straight, eyes wide. “Where am I?!” she shrieks, and I cover my right ear at the high pitch.
“Fuck, Princess.” She looks at me with those wide, light blue eyes. “You’re in my car.” I point to myself. “I’m Grayson, you know, the guy you fingered yourself in front of?”
Her lashes flutter before she punches me in the arm. “Not funny.” But I can tell she’s trying to hide a smile.
“It’s a little funny.”
Emma giggles. “Sorry I scared you. I only slept four hours last night.” She yawns and stretches, drawing my attention to her body as it moves.
“Do you always wake up like that or?—”
“Wait…” Her head whips to me. “Did you just call mePrincess?”
My body goes rigid. Fuck, it must’ve just slipped out. She reminds me of a princess with her demeanor and looks, but I’ve never really thought about it deeply.
“Huh, sorry. Just a weird slip of the tongue. Won’t happen again.”
Definitely will not be happening again.
She looks completely unconvinced by my statement, but changes the topic anyway, sparing me the awkward silence.
“Thanks for the ride…and the food…and the orgasm.”
I laugh quietly, and my dick stirs in my pants again. I really do feel like a teenager. “No problem.”
Emma notices me adjusting my pants and smiles when she sees how hard I am. I just can’t catch a damn break today, and her smile only makes me hornier.
“Need some help with that?”
Her smirk is suggestive and sensual, it would bring any man to his knees, and I regret my words instantly. “Not tonight.”
She pouts. “Fine. Don’t say I never offered you anything.”
She’d help me out or give me a hand or blow job right here if I asked her, but it feels disrespectful for a first time, not to mention risky.
Now I’m picturing her lips around my cock, her head bobbing up and down.
