Page 10 of Silver Sinner

I close and lock the door behind me, toss my keys into the bowl by the door, and shed my coat while hurrying to the window.

The car's still there, sitting silently next to the sidewalk.

Then, after a few long seconds, the lights flash and the car pulls away, disappearing into the night.

The warmth in my stomach bubbles up into excitement in my chest and I clutch my hands together, caught between the unbelievable rush of excitement that he complimented me, and the sheer erotic rush that consumed me when he so politely kissed my hand.

He walked me home, kissed my hand, and waited until I was home safe before leaving.

Never in my life has someone been that attentive.

The excitement remains in my chest, fluttering rapidly while the heat in my gut pools south.

Before I know it, I'm rushing through my small apartment to my bedroom.

Discarded clothes on the floor catch at my feet so I kick off my shoes, tear my work clothes from my body and collapse into bed, then immediately roll over.

My best toy lives tucked up in my bedside drawer and it hums to life at the touch of a button.

Once I'm under the covers of my bed, I roll onto my stomach and shove my face into my pillow while sliding my toy between my legs and against my clit.

I should have invited him up.

I should have grabbed him by the hand and thanked him properly for helping me.

Would he have come up with me if I asked?

He seems so gentlemanly and polite, and so refined for an older man, so maybe not.

Then again, he leaped to my defense in the diner without a word. A man like that has to be strong, and there was definitely muscle under his suit, given how strong his forearm was.

A man like that?

I bet he fucks with purpose.

He's got to.

Someone so restrained in their day-to-day life has to be an animal in bed.

My toy buzzes gently against my clit and warmth pulls through my gut, settling between my legs while dampness grows between my thighs and my breath quickens.

I picture Pierce accepting my invitation for some coffee and then barely being able to keep his hands off me when I let us into my apartment.

He'd kiss me with power, I know he would.

His hand clasping my neck, pushing me up against the wall and not caring when we get swallowed by the coats and scarves by the door. His hands on my body, caressing and adoring every inch like I'm a goddess.

His tongue in my mouth, his silky hair between my fingers, his lips on my neck.

He's bound to have a gorgeous body hidden under that suit.

I paint it in my mind, strong and sculpted from decades of hard work, then his hands on my waist and his cock inside me, fucking with the power and purpose that comes from a man who knows exactly what he wants.

A man decent enough to stand up for someone in a diner and walk me home, decent enough to kiss my hand and reassure me with kind words.

My orgasm sweeps through me like a hot, tingling wave and I curl into myself with a low, desperate moan, giving myself over to each ripple of pleasure that tightens and relaxes through my body.

It's a rush that leaves me breathless and slightly sweaty, but utterly satisfied. I might never be able to look him in the eye again… but holy shit, that was amazing.