During the lunch meeting, I look all around, ignoring Mr. Teller. “Are you okay?” he asks me.
Deciding that I can’t focus on anything at this point, I tell him honestly, “Actually, I’m afraid I’m out of sorts today. I think we have gone through everything that you need for Friday’s case. I’m going to take today and tomorrow to get it all prepared, and I’ll bring it by your office tomorrow afternoon if that’s okay with you.”
“That’s perfect. I’m impressed already with all you’ve found, Ms. Wilson. You are already proving to be an asset to the company.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
He gathers his belongings and picks up the check from the table. “Can I give you a ride back to the office?”
But I’m already shaking my head. “No. Thank you, though. I’m going to visit the ladies’ room, and then I think I’m going to get some air and walk back to the office.”
We part ways, and I walk down the hall to the bathroom, but instead of going in, I keep going straight until I walk out the back door of the restaurant and into the alley.
With my hands on my hips, I pace back and forth. There are busy roads at each end of the alley, cars and people walking by. But the alley is empty. This can turn out to be a very bad decision on my part, but I’m not thinking so.
I don’t know how much time goes by, but I’m just about to give up. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Lane wasn’t here and wasn’t watching me. Maybe I’m going mad.
Just as I’m about to walk down the alley, the back door of the restaurant flings open, and a breathless Lane comes running out. He stops suddenly, and I note the look of relief on his face. I was right. He’s here… and he’s been watching me.
“Are you following me?”
He nods without answering, his nostrils flaring. It reminds me of the other night when he had the same determined look on his face; however, then he was pleasuring me, pounding in and out of me.
I cross my arms over my chest. I’m tired of this game. “Why are you following me?”
Pain is etched on his face. “I can’t help myself.”
I shake my head and put my hands on my hips, needing an explanation, so I ask him point blank, “Do you want to date me?”
“No,” he says instantly.
Anger fills me. I was right. He wanted one night and got that from me. But that doesn’t explain why he’s following me. “Then what do you want?” I throw my hands up in the air.
Chapter6
Lane
“Iwant you.” I take two steps toward her, but then I take one step back. Even being this close to her is too tempting.
I know I should leave, but the look on her face makes me stand my ground. She deserves an answer, and I won’t be anything but honest with her. “A date won’t suffice. It won’t even whet my appetite for you. I want you all the time. I want you in my arms. I want to wake up to you in the morning. I want to be the one you call when you need something – anything. I want to hold your hand. I want your perfect lips wrapped around my dick. I want your eyes on me and only me. I don’t want any man to look at you, and if he does, I don’t want there to be any doubt that you belong to me.” I’ve given up on holding back. The more I talk, the darker her eyes get, and it’s the same look she gave me when we were having sex the other night. I take one step, then another, and I don’t stop until her back hits the brick wall. I press my body to hers, and fuck it feels like home. “I want you wet… for me.”
I lean my head against hers. I’m weak. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. There are people walking at the end of the alley. A car horn sounds, but all I can do is look into her eyes.
She’s biting on to her lower lip, and it’s driving me crazy. I reach my hand up and soothe her lip with my thumb. She opens her mouth and nips at my finger as I inhale sharply. “Fuck, give me a taste, Angel. Just one taste.”
“Touch me,” she says, her voice laced with lust.
“No one sees you. No one but me.”
Her hands go up my chest and curl around the collar of my shirt. She pulls me toward her, and I go willingly. Our kiss is frantic. My leg is between her thighs, and she’s grinding herself on me. I lift my knee, her feet coming off the ground, and she gasps. “Don’t let them, but I need you to touch me,” she begs.
I shield her body as much as I can. She deserves so much more than to come in the alley, but she should never have to beg for anything. Whatever she wants, I’m going to give it to her.
I pull her skirt up enough so that I can slide my hand between her thighs. Her panties are soaked, and I pull them to the side, swiping my fingers through her heat. She moans and then puts her mouth against my shoulder and bites down. I flinch at the pain, but it doesn’t stop me; if anything, it pushes me further. I stroke her, focusing on the bundle of nerves that is vibrating under my fingers. She’s hot, horny, and ready. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming undone in my arms. I don’t even wait for her to come down before I’m sliding her skirt back down her thighs. I’ve done my best to shield her, but if someone sees her, I would hate to have to kill them.
Because I’m a dirty fuck, I lift my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. When I have her taste on my tongue, I can’t resist. I lean in and kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it just turns her on more.
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