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Oh, that’s anicecock. I can tell already.
Cal is packing heat. It’ll feel like heaven to have it inside me. I’m powerless to resist the urge to thrust my hips and rub myself against it.
Fucking hell. What has come over me?
Has the pimp become the prostitute?
I’m in a dank alley, pinned against a brick wall by my future coworker as he tongue fucks my mouth into sweet oblivion and grinds his hardness against me.
And he doesn’t know my name.
Breaking the kiss, I pant out, “Mia.”
His brow furrows, and his nose scrunches. “Huh?”
He’s so flipping adorable.
“It’s my name. Mia. I figured I should tell you before you put your cock inside me.”
One side of his mouth quirks. “Is that what’s about to happen?”
“If you take me to your place, it will.”
“My place it is.”
He pulls out his phone, orders a ride, and then rejoins our lips. Those silky cushions of tender flesh set my body alive and work our mouths in a kiss that’s half-sloppy from the drinks and half-magnificent from his sheer prowess.
When the car pulls up a few minutes later, we duck into the back seat, hand in hand. Cal holds me close the whole way to his house, keeping one corded arm wrapped around my shoulder. In the tight space, his enticing scent is more pronounced, miraculously overpowering the stale smell of the Hyundai.
Is that… is that cake I smell?
Am Ithatdrunk? I sniff again, trying not to be weird but likely failing.
Is this a cruel trick of my imagination, or does Klein truly smell like cake? If he does, it must be a sign from the heavens.
There’s nothing on earth I love more than cake.
Except for information, but I’ve already had my fix of that tonight.
In my buzzed state, I can’t stop myself from burrowing in close and inhaling deeper. “You smell good,” I coo, then flit my eyes to meet his. He smiles, and my heart speeds up.
“Is that why you’re coming home with me? Because of how I smell?” he teases while strumming his thumb over my shoulder.
A flash of discomfort tries to pierce my euphoria cocoon because… why am I going home with him? I shouldn’t be doing this.
Yet… when he grins a second later, I remember precisely why I’m going home with him.
He’s irresistible.
“No, but it certainly helped seal the deal.”
We’re silent the rest of the ride through Clearwater, stealing glances and licking our lips while anticipating what’s to come. He stays cozied by my side but doesn’t do anything disrespectful since we’re not alone. No slip of his hand up my skirt or peeking down my blouse. No groping, nipple tweaks, or making out. He doesn’t even kiss me or nibble on my ear.
He’s behaving like a perfect gentleman.
Except I know he isn’t. Well, not entirely.
Gentlemen don’t usually pin virtual strangers up against the wall in a dark alley. I know there’s a bad boy in there just itching to come out and play with me, and I’m giddy with excitement about it.
