God, why did it feel like he was talking dirty to me? He offered few words but every one made me absurdly hot. Even his pauses turned me on. I couldn’t help but prod him for more.
“What kind of questions?” I asked, trying to downplay my feverish curiosity. “You don’t have to be shy. Like I said, it’s a fuck-it kind of night for me.”
He smirked. “You sure about what you’re saying?”
No. But from this point forward, I’m going to act like I am.
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I’m just wondering how a girl who looks like you has trouble getting someone to pin her down,” he eyed me, “and fuck her as hard as she wants. Pretty sure any straight man would be happy to sacrifice a headboard or two for that.”
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sp; Oh Jesus.
It took everything in me to refrain from actually fanning myself. I had no idea how to respond to that. All I knew was that I had to get it together. I had only so much of an elevator ride left with this mystery man of few words, and I wasn’t going to leave it on him stunning me silent. It would be the greatest waste of serendipity known to man.
So tucking my hair behind my ear, I cleared my throat.
“What do… what do you mean someone who looks like me?” I finally asked.
“Don’t be coy. You know what I mean.”
I laughed. “I want to say I do, but I feel like I need to confirm, because this all feels very surreal right now.”
Crap. Was I supposed to admit this? Wasn’t I trying to play it cool? Whatever. Considering this guy’s level of hot, the fact that I was still breathing was nothing short of a miracle.
“Fine. I meant that you’re not just some average cute girl. You’re… ” He gave me that sexy laugh again as he watched the color rush to my cheeks. “Hot. Really fucking hot. The kind that makes men feel urgent.”
“Urgent how?”
He looked at me like I was being insolent. “Like they need to jerk or fuck the image of you out of their head. Does that paint a clear picture for you?”
I swallowed. “Fairly.”
“Any more questions?” he teased.
“Possibly,” I teased back.
“Like?”
I crossed my arms. “Would you consider yourself among those men?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Considering I mentally fucked you in four different positions before you so much as laid eyes on me, I’d be inclined to say the answer is yes.”
Oh my God. I was quiet for a second.
“And which position did you like best?”
Double oh my God! Holy shit, Sara. Nice one.
“I liked the one where I had you bent over the sink so I could watch everything bounce in the mirror.” A leisurely smile curled his mouth. “But you straddling me to ride my cock was a very close second.”
And… no words.
Speechless was actually an understatement for what I was as I stood there, the elevator finally opening at the bar I was supposed to get out at. I almost burst into flames when two women walked in, saw us, and promptly walked back out with giggles to each other. They already knew what I had yet to fully process till the doors closed and the elevator continued up to the penthouse.