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“I don’t care. Please call.”
Lesley smiled at his tone. “I will.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lesley parked her car next to Antony’s in the lot and grabbed the bag off the seat next to her. As she walked around the side of the building, she saw a few people sitting at a picnic table in the center courtyard of the three apartment buildings. Other than the distant beat of music and normal car traffic, the world was quiet.
She was beat. The extra duty crew didn’t finish until late, and it was almost midnight before she got home. She collapsed and got a few hours of sleep before getting up and going into the office early. But the underlying tremor of excitement at having an entire night with Antony kept her going. He’d talked about relaxing, but after the aggravations of the last few days, she didn’t want to waste any more time.
He opened the door before she could knock.
“What the hell?” she jumped a little.
Antony took a step back. “I was just stepping out to see if you were around.” He held open the door. “Get in here.” He swatted her on the ass as she passed by.
“Feeling cheeky, I see,” she said, setting the bag from Filberto’s on the table. She dropped an overnight bag next to the table.
He came up behind her and ran his hands up her legs, under her blouse, and cupped her breasts. “Feeling something,” he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
Lesley’s skin heated, and she leaned back in his arms. “Thought you wanted dinner and relaxation?” She reached back and gripped his thighs.
“Never said what I wanted to eat.” He nipped at her earlobe as he unzipped her blouse. Once he had that on the floor, he worked her belt buckle open and flipped the buttons on her pants between his fingers. “I’ve grown to appreciate dessert as the first course. Unless you’re too tired, of course.”
Lesley squirmed as he pushed her pants down. “Taking the boots off first might help,” she said as she bent over, pressing her ass against him.
“Gods, yes,” he said. He reached his hands around her and stroked her inner thighs. His fingertips reached under the edge of her panties, and when he stroked her clit, she jerked one of the laces hard enough to knot it.
“Fuck!” She placed her hands on the floor.
“Something wrong?” Antony peered over her shoulder. “Tsk. That’s going to be a pain to undo.”
“Smug bastard. Give me a second here to get this lace unfucked.”
He chuckled behind her and a second later, he had her underwear pulled down.
“Antony!” Lesley tried to stand up, but Antony pressed a hand between her shoulder blades.
“Keep working at the knot, Lesley.” He ran his fingers up her slit and back down to trace around her clit. She stiffened up.
“Ant.” Her voice was softer, shaky. She fumbled with the lace, but her fingers weren’t cooperating under his onslaught.
“Do you need help, Lesley?”
She gulped in a breath as he tapped lightly on her clit. “I need to you stop distracting me so I can get this undone. Or a knife.”
“Is that what you really need?” He inserted the tip of his finger into her and rubbed small, hard circles against her pubic bone.
She cried out and grabbed on to the edge of the coffee table.
“I think this is what you really need.” He slid another finger into her flicked her clit with his other hand. “But you need to get that knot out. Keep working at it.”
Lesley was in a daze. Little shocks ricocheted through her as his hands moved in concert. Within a minute, her legs began to tremble. Antony slowed his movements down.
“How’s the knot, Lesley?”
“It’s—” she cried out as he pumped his fingers into her. “It’s not—I can’t—” She gasped for breath.
“Hmmm?” He laughed and leaned over her. His cock, hard and long, pressed up against her and she tried to move, to distract him. It didn’t work.
