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She grinned and I saw that sly gleam in her eye. “Absolutely.”
“I know your secrets,” I admitted.
Her eyes flared wide, probably realizing I was referring to her sexual history. What other secrets was she keeping?
“Are you blackmailing me?” She stepped back and I reached down and snagged her hand.
“Fuck, no. What I mean is, I know you’re not experienced. I don’t hold it against you or revere it. But you want sex and are willing to do it with a blind date. With me, no hard work necessary.”
“You mean I’m easy,” she snapped.
I shook my head and quietly let out a sigh. “No, woman. I’m easy. Me and my dick are sure things. No dating. No commitment. Just sex.”
When she didn’t move, I let go of her hand and slid a finger up her arm. Her jacket was thick, and she probably didn’t feel much, but she was watching the path. Even held her breath as I reached her shoulder, then worked my way back down the center of her chest where her coat wasn’t zipped.
“I’ve never…everbeen propositioned like this.” She shook her head. “No, this isn’t a proposition. You’re offering me a service. A stud service. Do you do this for all the women who come to you for a pelvic exam?”
“You’re being insulting.” I cocked my head and studied her. “To me, but more to yourself. I’m thinking maybe a spanking to curb that sass.” I studied her closely. As a small town first grade teacher, she wasn’t very worldly. She also didn’t know much sexually, so I was definitely pushing her boundaries. But I wasn’t going for basic missionary here. I wanted to find out what made her hot. Or not. Because whatever her kink, whatever her need, I’d give it to her.
Her eyes widened at that, but she didn’t say anything.
“No, spanking isn’t your thing, is it? You need that mouth busy with something else, like seeing how far down your throat you can get my dick.”
“Now who’s insulting,” she countered.
“But the way you’re squirming, you like it, so it’s not insulting. It’s foreplay.”
“Oh my God.” She didn’t say that in anI want to kill himway, butI think my panties just burst into flamesfashion.
“It’ll be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Pleasurable.” I liked this idea more and more. My hand slid lower, down her thigh, to the hem of her dark dress, the one that clung to her sexy curves in all the right ways.
“Just… like that?”
She and Bridget were similar in height, but while Bridget had a lean, runner’s build, Mallory was curvy. Like a fucking pin-up girl. “I’ll make you come, just like that. Yes. Sometimes it’ll be fast, like here in the parking lot. Sometimes I’ll take my time with you. Make you work for it. Beg.”
I was really starting to like this idea. Mallory was equally parts needy and naïve.
“Bbb…beg?”
My finger skated along the inside of her thigh, the feel of her soft tights giving way to… bare thigh. Bare thigh?
I pushed her dress up a little more so I could see.
She slapped at my hand. “Theo!”
“Shh… no one can see.” We were between two cars at the far end of a row. While people were coming and going from the lot and the entrance, no one was nearby. “What kind of tights are these?”
“Mock garters.”
Mock garters. They were tights that stopped mid-thigh but continued up in a thin strip–like garters–that joined at a waistband and–
“Fuck, yellow panties. Those are making me break my rules. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to wait for that birth control to kick in. Condoms alone might have to do when I take you. But not tonight.” With one hand, I took hold of the bottom of her dress and held it up so I could keep touching. That bare skin was so fucking soft. Warm. The closer I got to her center it was… damp. I had to touch her panties, find out if they were as soaked through as I thought. When I got the confirmation, my knuckle brushing against damp heat, I groaned.
“Soaked. Is that from eating dinner with Tom or standing out here in the dark with me and imagining sucking my dick until you’re a good girl?”
She rolled her hips into my barely-there caress, over her panties. It was such a high school move but it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
“You… have your hand under my dress and you want to talk about Tom?” she questioned. She reached down, took a hold of my wrist. Not to pull me away as I first expected, but to keep my hand where it was. “You said you were going to make me come. Right here in the parking lot.” She slid her panties to the side and pressed my fingers against her. Dripping wet, silky soft, and hot. “Or are you all talk?”
