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ISTARE AT MY PHONE, waiting for a reply… anything. I don’t care if he rejects me, as long as he doesn’t leave me hanging.
There’s nothing. I draw in a long breath, trying to calm myself. He’s coming. I know he is. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I could feel it in his touch, in the ragged tempo of his breathing. I felt it the other night in his bed.
Maybe he’s playing with me again. The man does love to play games.
The anticipation only makes it more intense. I sit on a stack of Gatorade cases, and flip through the magazine. I can’t focus long enough to read anything. Faces. Familiar faces, pretty faces. Fancy dresses, gorgeous hair. Headlines and joke bubbles. I don’t really see any of it. I keep flipping feverishly, my heart beating about a mile a minute.
I check my phone – it’s been ten minutes. What was I thinking? I should have never—
The door swings open, and there he is. He’s just as he was earlier, but flushed and breathless. His cocky smirk is gone, replaced by dark eyes and a very intense expression.
I drop the magazine and stand. I’m nervous and not quite sure how to act. This bold, sexy siren act is new to me. I’m not exactly an expert at seduction. Although, from the look in his eyes, I don’t think I’ll need to do much.
His dark gaze lingers on me as he closes the door quietly behind him.
I’m breathless when I say, “You… you said you wanted to have me over the cases.”
A slow wicked smiles stretches across his beautiful face. “I did.”
I was kind of hoping that he would just jump me as soon as he saw me, but he’s making me work for it. He’s playing with me again.
Okay, I’m game. It’s my first time playing, but I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly enough. I’ve seen enough movies and sexy scenes inGrey’s Anatomy. I tilt my head to the side in what I hope is a very seductive pose.
He smiles.
I reach under my skirt and pull at the band of my panties. As soon as my fingers make contact with the fabric, I remember what I’m wearing; pink and black polka-dot bikini briefs. Not as sexy as a black lace thong, but they’ll do. I don’t pull my gaze away from his as I slowly peel them down over my thighs.
His smile fades and his lips part. He wants this as much as I do. The way he’s looking at me makes me even more aroused. If he walks away from me, I might just die of unquenched desire.
My hair brushes the floor as I bend down and peel my panties over my ankles and pumps. When I look up at him again, he’s leaning in closer and his eyes have softened.
I smile up at him, panties in a ball in my right hand. With my left, I reach into my pocket and pull out the condom. I swallow hard and even though I desperately want to tear my gaze away from him, I don’t. My voice cracks a little when I say softly, “I know you’re dying to fuck me, Blake. Here’s your chance. You won’t get another one.”
My pulse races, threatening to run away from me.
He closes his eyes for a long second. When he opens them again, they’re full of want. “I do.” He closes the distance between us and reaches for my hand. He takes my panties and brings them to his nose. He inhales them deeply and smiles, the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. He inches closer and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he reaches for my other hand. He studies the condom and smirks. “You remembered… Magnums.”
I smile. Yes, I remembered that he’s bigger than most.
He slips the condom into his pocket, and cups my face in his large rough hands. He’s still holding my panties in his hand, the fabric pressed against my cheek. I get lost in the intensity of his kiss for a moment, in the taste of his sweet mouth, in his breath on my skin. Our tongues dance and our mouths search, familiar but also new. His kiss is not the same one I remember.
I reluctantly pull away and a flicker of confusion crosses his features. “Just once,” I tell him. “We’re doing this onlyonce,” I clarify. “I just need to get you out of my system.”
He smiles. “I need to get you out of my system too.” He presses his hot mouth on my neck and drives me wild.
“You are such a tease,” I whisper. “Why did you do that to me?”
His laughter vibrates against my skin. “Payback,” he says. “That was tougher on me than it was on you, Freckles. I was so fucking hard.”
I close my eyes and reach down. “You still are.”
“I’m not wasting it this time,” he groans. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
He leans in to kiss me again, but I stop him. “No kissing,” I say.
He cocks a brow, confused.
