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‘Explain what you mean.’ I shouldn’t be asking these questions, but I can’t seem to stop myself, or my cock from hardening. I want her to tell me about all the things that make her tick. Her hopes and her dreams. And the things she thinks of when her hand is slick between her legs.Fuck my life.‘Well?’ I prompt.
‘You’re awfully demanding tonight.’
My heart thumps once loudly in my chest. But I don’t answer. I can’t afford to. Not now.
‘You were here,’ she says on the breath of a longing sigh. ‘You saw how it affected me when you got all growly and demanding. God,’ she adds, twisting her body to face the front again. ‘I promised myself I wouldn’t let you do this.’
‘Do what?’ I ask genuinely curious.
‘Get me all hot and bothered. Let you sexually abuse me with your gaze.’
‘It’s only abuse if you’re not into it,’ I reply, struck suddenly by the parallels.I demean girls who are looking for the experience. I rouse myself, chasing the notion away.
‘So you like me growly and demanding?’
‘Damn,’ she says softly, her gaze lingering for a moment on my lips. ‘I thought you’d missed that.’
‘I’d hope there isn’t much I miss.’ But I will. I know I’ll miss her after tonight.
‘I won’t say I’m surprised. You seem to know what I’m thinking the minute before I open my legs.’
True. Hasn’t she roused to my less than tender touch? Taken what I’ve given her without complaint. My cock aches with the memory of her, so much so that it feeds ideas into my brain.
Because the little head controls the big head in the sexual running of things.
‘Oh my God, I meant mouth—open my mouth, not my legs!’
I smile but don’t say that either works for me.
‘How brave are you feeling?’
‘What are you up do?’ she asks with suspicion.
‘Give me your panties, plum.’
‘Sure,’ she answers. ‘Just as soon as you give me yours. Swapsies.’
‘I would, as you know, if I had any on.’
‘You can’t seriously expect me to get out of this car without my underwear again—and not at the end of the date, but the beginning!’
I don’t correct her assumption of the evening. This isn’t a date, though the experience may stick out in her memory for years to come.That day when Will fucked it all up.
As the car slows to a stop in the traffic, I lean back and slide my hand into my sports bag on the back seat, beginning to rummage around.
‘What an earth are you doing?’ Sadie asks, her gaze following my arm.
‘Looking for a pair of boxer briefs.’ I always keep the thing packed for every eventuality.
‘Well,’ she says, arching her back and pushing her tits out in the motion. ‘I look forward to tonight’s mysterious excursion.’ Discomfort twists in my gut. ‘But no way am I taking my panties off. Not even for you.’
Clever girl.
I park, open her door, and take her hand.
‘Where are we going, Will?’
‘Here,’ I respond, knocking on the foreboding black door.
