He reached over and squeezed my ass through my skirt. “Nowwe’re talking. I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing. But I’ll put it anywhere you’ll let me.”
I giggled at the dumb joke.He’s into anal. I’ll have to remember that, depending on how my Friday goes with Kai. “Mycargas tank. Did you fill it up when you brought it back to the office on Friday?”
August shrugged. “Who could even know that?”
The two of us laughed as we went outside.
36
Ginny
Back at the office, August and I acted like nothing was different. Like wehadn’tjust had a quickie while looking at houses on our lunch break. Once again, the fact that nobody else knew made it even hotter. Our little office secret. I replayed the sexy encounter in my head over and over and over, to the point that I was all hot and bothered sitting at my desk.
And the day isn’t over, yet.
Michael and I met in the lobby and went downstairs together. “The place I was thinking is right up the street,” he said, pointing. “But I’m not really hungry yet. How are you feeling?”
I shrugged. “I can go either way. We could always get a drink first, and an appetizer…”
He glanced sideways at me. “I’ve got drinks at my place.”
I shrugged casually. “That sounds much better than overpaying at a restaurant, I guess.”
Michael had a studio apartment downtown, just a few blocks from August’s building. We never got our drink. As soon as we were in the elevator going up, Michael and I were all over each other like horny teenagers. We paused when we got to his floor, falling through the door into his studio. He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me over to the bed.
“The view is amazing,” I said, gazing out the window.
Michael’s eyes were glued to mine. “It is, now.”
I grinned. “That was cheesy.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
I bit my lip. “Will you, now?”
He smiled wolfishly.
I expected Michael to take me roughly and quickly, the way he had in our first encounter, but he threw a curveball at me. For a while, he savored my kisses and ground against me on the bed, fully clothed. I loved the way his imposing, muscular body felt against mine. Like a blanket made of chiseled, powerfulman,covering and keeping me safe.
When he did pull my skirt down, he did so slowly. Teasingly. My panties he removed with his teeth, leaving a trail of moisture down my leg as he tugged them off. As if the foreplay wasn’t enough, he stood and stripped for me just as slowly. Removing his tie. Unbuttoning every button on his shirt. Slipping it off one arm, then the other. His chest bulged with muscle as he did the same with his pants, then his underwear, until he stood before me—a god of tan strength.
Yet when he kissed me again, he still didn’t give me what I wanted. His cock slid up and down my sopping entrance without everfillingme. I groaned, and tried to reach between us to guide him in, but he always pulled my hand away as he smothered my body with kisses.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked before wrapping his lips around one of my hard nipples.
“Iwantyou,” I breathed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Then you can wait a little longer.”
I squirmed and drove my hips up into him, but he was undeterred. He continued kissing my nipples, my neck, my lips—but never actually taking the next step.
Until, without warning, he did.
One moment he was sliding his dick across my clit, and the next moment he was plunging it into me. Pleasure flared in me like a firework, bursting and spreading and filling my vision with brightness.
Yet even then, Michael didn’t rush. He barely even moved inside me; slow strokes that took ages to finish before he changed directions again.
In…