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“I won’t ask. On three?”
“One. Two. Fuck it!” I push open the door and drag him along after me, shooting us out into the pelting rain, wind, and unrelenting thunder and lightning.
“Jesus! I’ve never seen it like this here before. Run!”
He gives my hand a firm yank and then we’re flying up the street. We’re both instantly soaked, and my flip-flops are barely able to stay on my feet. Oddly enough, I’m having the best time with him despite how things went for me today.
And I can’t wait to see where this night takes me next.
3
Rain pellets us with the force of bullets. We’re soaked, saturated to the bone, as we race up the street. One of her flip-flops goes flying and she has to stop and grab it, hopping as she puts it back on. Finally, we reach the front door of my brownstone in Beacon Hill. I don’t bring a lot of women home. I don’t like women knowing where I live, especially the ones who recognize me.
But this girl… she has no clue who I am.
Maybe that’s what I like about her. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care, yet she’s still here with me. She turned a royally shitty day into something a hell of a lot more fun. Because she’s fun. And fucking beautiful. And her pussy? Holy hell, I can’t wait to be inside her pussy. Or taste it again. Or feel it come on my fingers.
She’s quirky and definitely a bit on the wild side as she said.
But her trust in me right now? That sort of floors me.
We just met an hour ago, but it feels as if we already know each other, which I know makes no sense, but there you go. Some people you can know for years, and they still feel like a stranger to you. Then there are people you meet, and they immediately feel as if you’ve known them your whole life.
She feels like the latter.
Unlocking the door, I flip on the lights and then bring her in. She glances around but doesn’t linger on anything for too long. The first floor is the kitchen and dining areas along with a smaller family room, an office, and my exercise room. But brownstones are built up, so the rest of the living spaces are on the second and third floors.
I go into the kitchen and set the bags of sushi on the counter and grab us a couple of clean towels to wipe down with, but it’s not nearly enough. We’re dripping everywhere.
“You have power.”
“I have a generator,” I explain. “It doesn’t power everything, just most things.”
“Does it power your dryer?” she whispers, turning to face me and taking the towel from my hand.
“It does.”
She peeks down at herself and then back up at me. “Do you mind throwing my stuff in your dryer then?”
Oh. Good call. “Not at all. Come with me.”
“You say that a lot,” she quips, smiling coyly at me. Her blonde hair is hanging around her face like a waterfall and her clothes are sticking to her body, showing off her braless tits and hard nipples.
I smirk, stepping into her. “I’m hoping that’s how this night goes. Youcomingwith me. Before me and after me as well. But for now, I can throw your stuff in the dryer, and give you something to wear and we can eat the sushi and have another drink and relax if that’s what you want.”
I want her to know she has options. While I did bring her here with the hope of a night full of dirty sex, that’s not all this has to be.
Her gaze latches on the bags of sushi. “You should put that in the fridge. I’d hate for all that fish to spoil before you have a chance to eat it.”
BeforeIhave a chance to eat. Message received.
I pick up the bag and give her my back as I walk it over to the fridge, intentionally hiding the frown I’m annoyed I’m sporting. Once that’s done, I spin back around to find her walking toward my stairs and just as she reaches the bottom step, she pivots to face me and her eyes lock on mine.
“It doesn’t look like you’re coming yet.” Her hands grasp the hem of her shirt and then she’s pulling it up and over her head, revealing her slightly smaller-than-handful-sized tits and pink nipples. My mouth waters and my hands twitch for another feel of them. Her skin glows, pale and pretty, but with a hint of a flush. Not in embarrassment because there’s no trace of that anywhere on her, but in obvious arousal. My cock hardens in my pants, a state it’s been in nearly all night since she sat down.
My gaze drops to her pants.
“What about those?”
