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“First date?”
“Yeah. First of many.” He kissed her then, a soft brushing of lips with a hint of tongue that made the tender contact anything but sweet. “Next time, I’ll take you out for a nice dinner, somewhere I can show you off to the world. Then dancing. Or a movie. Anything you can think of. Anything you want.”
Next time.Out on the town with Sam, an in-public date because he clearly didn’t give a flip about the fourteen years. She was older, but she needed to grow up about their age gap. If she didn’t, there might not be a next time.
* * *
SAM
He pulledin behind Leigh’s compact SUV. Back at the bakery, she’d given him her home address, then they’d walked in separate directions to their respective vehicles. Rather than wait for him inside the house, she stood beside her small white Honda, smiling brighter than the glow of the setting sun. So pretty.
“You found it,” she said as he walked up the driveway.
“You give good directions.”
“That’s not the only good thing I give.”
Just like that, his dick was twice its usual size, eager for whatever other good things she had in mind. Greedy thing could wait. At least until they got into the house.
She jingled the keys in her hand. “Ready?”
“For anything.”
“That sounds promising.”
“I’m here for whatever you want.” He scooped up her hand and tucked it under the crook of his arm. “And nothing that you don’t. That’s a promise.”
“I’ll take it.”
The small, white, stucco house didn’t have a garage. No porch either. Just a five-by-five terracotta-tiled stoop that matched the color of the heavy oak door and gleaming trims. What the house lacked in size and extras, it made up for with charm. The exterior light was on, as promised by the father of Leigh’s child. More details required on that subject.
“This is nice,” he said as she unlocked the door.
“Thanks, we like it.” Inside, she closed the door with a hip bump and hung her keys and purse on an ornate wall hook. “So…”
Light filtered into the front hallway from somewhere within the house. Leigh alternated between twisting her hands together and shoving them into her pockets. She smiled at him, but with effort. The arm’s length separating them might as well have been twenty.
“Would you like a drink? I have bottled water, two kinds of juice, regular or diet pop, beer, red and white wine, tea or coffee.” She covered the top portion of her face with one hand and peeked out at him from beneath tented fingers. “God, listen to me. Clearly I’m better at customer service than seduction.”
“Leigh.” He captured her hands and held them hostage between their bodies. “We’re friends, you can trust me. Whatever happens tonight—or doesn’t—there’s nothing to be nervous about.”
A short laugh slipped from her mouth. “Easy for you to say. You’ve probably had more sex in the past month than I’ve had in a year.”
Call him hypocritical, but that little tidbit hit the spot nicely. “Hey now. I’m not a total man-whore.”Anymore.
“Sorry, that did sound judgmental. And prudish, which I’m not.”
“Never thought you were.” Time to get rid of the tension that’d developed since they walked through the door. He advanced, backing her up to the wall with her hands pinned at her sides. “A prude wouldn’t demand to be fucked on the desk, like you did a couple hours ago.”
“True, I did. And you turned me down.” She cocked her head. “Maybe you’re the prudish one.”
Back to playing. Much better. “If I were, would you coax me from my sheltered ways, convince me to let loose?”
“Hmm…” She wiggled her hands free and went to work on his belt buckle, button and fly. “I’d certainly give it my best shot.” She got one hand around his cock and slid her palm up and down, smiling at his groan of pleasure.
Next thing he knew, she was leading him by his dick, literally, from the entryway to her living room. Just like at her bakery earlier, Leigh was quick to take control once she made up her mind. Not something he’d spent any amount of time fantasizing about, but it sure as hell worked for him tonight.
“These are going to be in the way.” With nimble fingers, she maneuvered his jeans and boxers below his butt. “Sit.” A firm poke to the shoulder directed him onto her couch.
