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And that’s when the point really hit home that acting like an entitled douchebag might not be his best strategy for success.
His phone vibrated against the table, and he turned it over. A text message with a 631 area code dropped from the top of the screen like a winning lottery number flashing on the eleven o’clock news.
Are you busy? Can you come?
When the server brought his double, he downed it and handed her his credit card. “You can put it on here when they’re done and give the bill to him to sign.” He pointed to Rich. Her eyes widened when she saw the name in raised plastic, and she fumbled slipping it into the pocket of her black apron.
“Guys, ladies, I gotta wrap it up,” he yelled over the noise. “Have a good time. See you tomorrow.”
Luckily, Gil was available to give him a ride—it would be a lot faster than the train—and he texted Quinn as he jogged toward Gil’s location, slowing his stride only to duck into a drugstore to buy a pack of rubbers.
On my way.
Traffic was relatively light going in her direction. He pitied the poor assholes sitting bumper to bumper on the other side, creeping their way into Manhattan, still at this hour. With each passing exit off the Long Island Expressway, his dick pressed harder against his jeans.
* * *
A couple of hours later,he stood outside her house, a house the locals but no one else would call a cottage. Until he landed the show, he had not been around money like this, one more thing that told him he didn’t belong, that it was all some big mistake.
She must have been watching the driveway because the door opened as he stepped onto the long, wide front porch.
“Hi,” she said as he approached. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
The black silk robe she wore emphasized her sexy body, curvy in all the right places, while the black patent heels made her bare legs appear more alluring than they already were. “Why wouldn’t I?”
He bent his head to kiss her cheek, and she turned away, putting her hand on his chest instead. He reminded himself of the unspoken rules—no talking, no kissing—and he refrained from asking how she was or explaining how he had wanted to call.
He had played that right—she was not interested in talking.
Instead, she led him inside, through the large foyer and, rather than up the stairs like last time, left into the living room toward the beachy white sectional couch with its deep, overstuffed cushions.
She didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled his arms out, took it off, and she took it from him to toss onto the coffee table. She unfastened his belt and yanked the button-fly of his jeans apart, then rubbed him through his boxers, wet with pre-cum. He had been hard the whole drive out.
She tugged at the shorts and the waist of his jeans, and he helped her take them off. His cock sprang when he did, while she undid the tie of her robe and let it fall to the floor.
Just like last time, his breath caught at the sight of her.
As they stood face to face, he reached out and touched her neck with the side of his thumb. Her pulse was beating like a hummingbird’s.
Bringing her close against him, holding her until she relaxed wasn’t an option, so he caressed his way slowly down to her shoulder and then further to her breast. She stood silently for a few moments, her eyes closed as he touched her.
Then, suddenly all business, as if she wanted no more caressing, she went to the arm of the couch, bent over it, stepped her legs apart, and turned to look for him.
Like last time, she would let him know what she wanted.
He retrieved the condom he discreetly put in his jeans pocket during the drive and rolled it on before stepping behind her.
Her ass was at the perfect height and angle, and he ran his hands over the smoothness, using his thumbs to raise the skin and spread her cheeks to look at her. All of her.
She tensed, and he let go.Note to self: No anal.
He moved his hand to her hip and with the other reached down and stroked the length of her pussy. Her lips were full and wet already, and he slid a finger inside her, not only for her pleasure, also for his. He had so badly needed to feel her again.
She stepped her feet out a few more inches, spreading wider. Man, he wanted his cock to feel that heat, too.
He withdrew his finger, sucked it clean, positioned his hands around her hips. “Are you ready for me to be inside you?”
“Yes,” she answered, and he slid easily into her. Her upper body relaxed against the soft cushions, as if she were relieved.
