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“Thank you, that was lovely,” I tell her, pushing my plate away.
“There’s more if you want a second helping,” she says.
“I’m good, thanks,” I tell her and pat my stomach. “You’re a good cook.”
“Thanks, it’s what I do when I want to relax. Plus, my sister and I learned how to cook pretty early in our lives,” she says.
I want to ask why but I feel as if that will be prying. “I’m not as good a cook but I get by.”
We chat for a while, and I say all the right things but all I can think about is how hot she is. I pour us the rest of the wine and we sit talking about everything and nothing. She’s clearly used to socializing. Nothing too deep, just light fun topics.
We compare my job and her former job in the hospital and agree that while the hours are horrible, the work itself is thoroughly satisfying. We switch to water and I’m on my third glass when I realize how late it is.
“That was a lovely evening.” I get up and carry the plates and glasses to the sink.
“Don’t worry about those, I’ll clean them up later,” she says.
I already have the tap running. “I won’t be long.” Cleaning up after myself is a habit that has been ingrained in me from working at the station. We like to joke that firefighters make the ideal partners. We carry our weight in the house.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” I tell her and stroll toward the door.
She follows me and when I reach the door, I turn to face her. The first mistake I make is to kiss her cheek.
Vanessa makes the second mistake when she throws her hands around my neck. “Thank you for the cottage. Ivy and I are going to be very happy here. I have a feeling.”
The third mistake is mine when I slip my hands around her waist and pull her even closer. Her body molds around me and presses into me and naturally, I lower my mouth to hers and brush my lips against hers. Just the slightest feather-light touch.
Her scent is intoxicating. Vanilla and chocolate. She parts her lips and after that, I’m lost. The kiss is explosive and loud groans fill the room before I realize that they’re coming from me. I kiss her softly at first, taking my time to explore her mouth and savor her taste.
I shouldn’t be doing this with Vanessa, a voice in my head says but it’s too late. I’ve already had a taste but instead of satisfying me, kissing her leaves me hungry for more. I can’t stop now. Not when she’s making those soft moaning sounds and writhing against my body.
Our tongues tease each other and a whimper tumbles from her mouth. My steel-hard cock lurches, desperate for more. I grind it against her and drop my hands to cup her curvy ass. It’s not enough. I need to feel her skin.
My hands slide under her dress, and I caress her firm thighs and ass. She’s wearing very tiny panties and my hands roam freely over her ass. I’m not sure who leads the other to the couch, but I tumble onto it and pull her onto my lap.
As if we’ve been doing this for years, she straddles my thighs and I grab her ass and pull her until she’s sitting on my cock. I cup her breasts over her dress and stroke her nipples. She arches her back and rocks against my cock.
I need to feel how wet she is. I move back and slip a hand between her legs. Heat envelops my hand as it moves to the front of her panties. My breath hitches at her arousal. I hook the hem of her panties with my finger and pull it to one side. I drag a finger up and down her soaking wet slit. She lets out sweet needy whimpers. God, she’s hot. I’m so lost in what I’ve been doing that it takes Vanessa pulling away from the kiss for me to realize that my phone is ringing.
I let out a string of curses as I pull my hand from Vanessa’s panties. She tries to slide off my lap, but I hold her in place with one hand. I reach for my phone with the other and let out more curses when I see that the call is from the station. I shoot Vanessa an apologetic look and she takes that opportunity to slide off my lap.
“We need you at the station,” The chief says when I answer.
Being called to go in when I’m off can only mean one thing. Something big is happening and it’s all hands on deck.
“I’m on my way.” My cock doesn’t get the message. When I stand up, my pants are still tented, and do my best to rearrange my pants. Vanessa has moved and is standing next to the door.
