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His phone buzzed. “The sushi is here. I’ll be right back.”
As he went down to the lobby to get the delivery, I pulled my feet up onto the sofa and tucked them under my thighs. I looked around, searching again for any personal signs that this was Michael’s home. Or rather, what it said about him. But it was just a showroom for the furniture. There were no personal photos sitting around, no treasures from vacations. Though I thought it said more that he was a minimalist than cold-hearted.
He’d have a heart attack if he saw the cluttered box I lived in. It was better now that Leah had moved out. I’d taken her room and turned it into my storage and mailing room. It was floor-to-ceiling shelves and racks filled with clothes, boxes, and tissue paper. Organized chaos. My bedroom had become the location of my photo shoots in bad weather. My preference was to shoot outside with a building behind the model but that wasn’t always possible in the winter, so I had to keep my furniture to a minimum to make room. My bed was a twin, which was ludicrous at my age, but it was a small room.
I’d been fretting about the additional rent, but the clothes Michael wanted sold were going to help out dramatically on that front.
I decided to wander down the hall to his bedroom. Maybe his personality was more apparent ther
e. I passed Becca’s closet and resisted the urge to pull the door closed. “I’m sorry,” I said, just in case she was hanging about. “He’s a very attractive man, as you know. You can’t blame a girl for wanting an orgasm.”
Fortunately, there was no answer. The lights didn’t flicker either.
His bedroom was highly predictable. A big queen bed with a modern vibe.
The bed wasn’t made though, which surprised me.
“I’m lazy in the morning,” he said. “I never make the bed.”
I jumped slightly. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me. I turned. “We all have a flaw or two.” His hands were empty. “Was there something wrong with the order?”
He shook his head. “It’s ready in the kitchen.” His eyes went to the bed. “Unless you’d rather stay in here first.”
Nodding, I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “I think I would.”
“I’m really fucking happy to hear that.”
He came over to me, and this time, the kiss was hard, demanding.
It made me instantly hot.
I raised my arms so I could wrap them around his neck, and he drew me closer, a tight grip on my hips. I felt his hard cock brush against my thigh. Yes. That was what I wanted.
So I wrapped my leg around his and opened my mouth for his tongue.
* * *
When I had returned to my apartment and found Felicia in my room staring at my bed, I had regretted ordering the sushi. All I wanted to do was ease her down onto that bed and taste her everywhere.
Given that her leg was wrapped around mine and she was rocking her hips to get our bodies as close as possible, she wanted exactly what I wanted. Both of us naked as soon as possible.
As I kissed her, teasing my tongue between her lips, I shifted my hands around to grip her tight ass. She gave a low moan of approval, which turned me on even more, if that were at all possible.
She was different than anyone I’d ever met. She was both blunt and a mysterious puzzle. I definitely recognized the dry sense of humor she had displayed online but she was also more enigmatic than I’d been expecting.
Of course, maybe that was just because I’d thought I was talking to a redhead with a sweet smile, not this sultry brunette who was meeting me kiss for kiss, demanding and uninhibited.
“God, you feel good,” I murmured when she broke away for a second, sliding her hands down my chest. She had a tight, small ass that fit in both of my hands easily, and firm thighs. I’d never thought of myself as having a type. I found a lot of women attractive for various reasons.
But there was something about Felicia that had me impatient, raw. I wanted to pin her down, yank her legs up, and drive into her with hard, pounding strokes.
Fighting the urge to do that, I drew my thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re beautiful. But then, you already know that. So what I’d like to say instead is that I find you absolutely fascinating, Felicia.”
She had dark eyes that revealed little other than desire. “I’ll allow that,” she said, the corner of her mouth turning up in a seductive smile.
The classic femme fatale in a spy movie. That’s what she reminded me of.
Which meant I was probably about to have amazing sex, and then she’d betray me. I was willing to take the risk.
