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She shifted to stand, and her skirt inched higher on her thighs. My dick twitched in my pants.
“You can’t wear that around me unless you want me to lift it and fuck you hard,” I grumbled.
“Connor! Go. Call Francesca and fuck her.”
I groaned outwardly. There wasn’t anything that Francesca would want more than my cock in her mouth. Maybe she was right. I needed a release, and soon.
She stood looking at me expectantly. “Is that what you want?”
“What I want is irrelevant, Connor. It doesn’t change the situation. And I’m neverevergoing to be the other woman.”
“You couldneverbe the other woman, Pepper.”
She paused before retreating to find her bag on the sofa. “Thanks for dinner.”
I got up and walked her toward the elevator. “Thanks for listening, Pepper.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she said, slowing down, so we kept in step.
She pressed the elevator button and turned to face me.
“Well, bye.”
She kissed me on the cheek. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her hips, my thumbs pressing dangerously close to the apex of her butt. She pressed into me, and her breasts were like pillows against my chest. I closed my eyes momentarily, feeling her soft skin and absorbing her embrace and floral body wash. The sound of the elevator made her jerk, and I quickly dropped my hands from her hips, then she stepped into the elevator.
“Goodbye, Connor.” She glared up at me, her gaze steely and resolute.
When she left, I took a cold shower and pumped my dick hard with her curvy ass on my mind. The release wasn’t nearly enough, and as my mind drifted again to her luscious hips and pillowy tits, I became harder than Everest, pumping my dick again for another release.
14
Pepper
Ifinished the last of my red wine and placed the glass in my kitchen sink, then I leaned against my shaker kitchen cupboards and stared at my apartment. Nerves about tonight were still there, and one glass of wine did little to change that. I stared at my tan leather couch, wanting more than anything to curl up on that with my mohair blanket and watch romantic movies on the screen tonight. But I’d committed to dinner.
Dinner with Connor and Francesca.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I saw Connor two days ago, but it felt like an eternity since he’d touched me and made me come alive, bursting at the seams. I still craved his touch. I doubted that would ever change. But it had to.
Even when I had met up with Jake again yesterday, my mind was on Connor and his blistering hands. I berated myself for thinking of an engaged man. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t like that, but still, my mind had other ideas—often wondering about his six-pack of ripped muscles or his tall, strong, and dominant stature. With things just picking up where Jake and I left off, I should be hell-bent on fixing our relationship, not just dipping one foot in, in a half-assed attempt.
However, now, I was doing the unthinkable, meeting up with Connor and Francesca. At her request, she wanted to meet Connor’s friends and the group. Which included me, Lourde, Olivia, and Grace, but seeing she was still lip-locked in the Hamptons with Dane, that left her out. I’m guessing the hunkholes made up the men, with Barrett accompanying Lourde and Magnus and Ari, two of Connor’s best friends.
The nude dress I chose clung to my tiny waist and shapely hips, showing off my pert, round ass. Was I trying to razzle him? Maybe. Maybe not, but it never hurt to look your best, especially in front of a man you’ve been intimate with.
Combing on the mascara, I elongated my already lengthy black lashes then applied a smear of red on my lips. Exhaling, I admired myself in the mirror.
I had the choice to bring Jake, and I chose not to. This would be hard enough, and trying to play a couple with Jake would probably be too much.
My buzzer rang, letting me know my driver was there. I quickly gave myself one last glance in the mirror, lifted my best assets in place, and grabbed my clutch, darting out the door.
* * *
Tables filled with patrons laughing and eating filled the dimly lit restaurant. I followed the host toward the back, past the tables where the private table had been booked. I was late. What was my excuse? I didn’t want to endure Francesca over Connor and Connor touching her.
The server lifted the draped curtain to the side, and conversations stopped while a familiar face turned. “Hi,” I breathed out in a breathy voice.
