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“You say the dirtiest things.”
She stops wriggling and giggling and jerks a defiant chin. “Only to you.”
I slide a controlled hand over her ass instead of giving it a hard slap.
God, who knew a woman could be so much fun? The freaky clothes, the weird-ass music, the mouth. When I’m near her, I tend to forget we’ve only slept together once.
Back at the condo, we use my phone’s flashlight to tip-toe into her room and close the door. Holly bends, switching on the lamp. I’m sitting in the shell chair near where I’ve dropped a bag of stuff I’ll need in the morning and pull her onto my lap.
She snuggles in with her legs draped to the side, wrapping her arms around my middle. I fiddle with the straps and buckles on her heels and place them on the floor. When I’m done, I lift my hips, nudging her with my cock. Holly moves so I can lower the zipper on her dress while holding the front in place.
My palm is cupping satin and before she shrugs the top down, exposing her bare shoulder, it’s apparent the layers of cloth have hidden her unbound breast. She can walk the walk. But underneath? Holly isn’t changing who she is for anyone. It’s sexy as hell and appeals to my other senses too.
Holly gets up with her back to me and I unzip the rest of her dress. She turns and lets it puddle on the floor, revealing a lacy white thong. Inches below is the garter. The panties may come off, but I’m fucking her with that perfect circle banded to her flesh.
“Gonna let me take care of you, Doll?” My knuckles skim her thigh, and I place a delicate kiss between the two separate ruffles of lace.
Holly cradles my beard in her hands. Her chest rises and falls. Her pulse is pounding fast. I glance up and she’s licking those still red lips.
My question isn’t about the here and now. If she gives herself to me tonight, I’ll keep returning.
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Rising to my feet with my back to Cary, my heart rate ticks up. By the time I’ve turned, and the dress lies in a lump I have to step over to get closer to him, it’s pounding outside my chest.
It may be the anticipation talking—after all, we didn’t stop fooling around once, but got interrupted twice last weekend—however, I’ve never wanted someone like I do Cary. It’s an odd sense of “what you see is what you get”. He’s not hiding anything. And if he is, it’s trivial; Something that won’t matter to me the same way my past won’t change where we are in this moment. He can be my now. I’ve already proven I’m capable of picking up the pieces of a shattered heart.
Cary tucks his nose to my leg. His lips make contact with my skin. In a gravelly voice I feel at the apex of my thighs, he asks permission to take this further.
Flashes of the alley behind Sweet Caroline’s flood to the forefront of my mind. Cary’s so close to where I’d needed him. Though, perhaps neither of us had the foresight to comprehend simply being together was exactly what we both needed. Whatever taut thread of passion holding us together won’t fray overnight.
Cupping his cheeks, I lick my lips and nod.
Believe it or not, the woman who has been flirting back is an untapped part of my personality I’m trying on for size. I first met her at work, learning to mix drinks. She’s never seen the light of day, let alone been on a date before. I like how her boldness matches the rest of me. She gives me the confidence to keep going with Cary while the wounded side of me screams to run the other way.
I’m strong enough to choose fleeting happiness. I’ve put my son first while nursing my wounded pride once. I can do it again. The distraction of making sure Bhodi is all right will make it hurt less. We’ll cross that bridge when the road forks.
I steel myself for what’s next, both physically and mentally. I heard the rumble in his chest as he asked to take care of me. I’ve agreed to more than sex.
Cary slides the lacy thong down my leg and is slow to stand, admiring every inch of my nakedness.
His hand goes to his belt buckle and mine to his collar, loosening his tie and unbuttoning each circular pearl. He stops my progress after I’ve gotten the second undone.
I look up at him and find myself shy. “I’ve never undressed a man in a suit before.”
His dark eyes bore into me. “I’ll give you a crash course.” His grip tightens over my hands and he pulls them apart. I heard the tear of fabric and buttons scattering across the wood floor.
Our lips meet in a heady crush. I push Cary’s shirt off his shoulders while he removes his pants. He lowers me to the bed, caressing the garter like it’s a security blanket and refusing to remove it. Then he parts my knees.
“Wide,” he demands, setting my heels on the mattress and dragging my bottom to the edge.
I blink, almost startled that something can feel so wrong and yet simultaneously so right.
Cary’s form dips down to kneel. As if I’m unable to follow a simple directive, he needles his fingers into my ass, pushing his thumbs into the junctures of my thighs, and holding me in place. Pleasure and pain mix. My back arches off the bed at the sensation. Trying to get away. Trying to move closer. I understand the tension in his grip now. The way he licks and sucks erases all the false and judgmental reasons why dating Cary is wrong from my mind.
