Maybe he’s the one I’ve been waiting for all these years?
There’s no point in wondering that because she likes him. That’s all that’s needed to make him off limits. Period. I need to just forget him all together.
Forget the man who gave me butterflies. Forget the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way I melted in his mouth.
Forget his cock, and the way he made me scream. Forget that he made me come twice, and I couldn’t feel my legs after.
Forget him. Just like you were supposed to this morning.
Except, now I have a name to scream. . .
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Nick
Her eyes are on me. I don’t even have to look up to know it.
I can feel her. She watches me move across the room, her eyes steady, piercing. I can’t help but smirk lightly, enjoying her discomfort.
She isn’t liking the cold shoulder at all.
I’m winning this little game she’s playing, and she isn’t ready for the challenge ahead. She can’t deny the attraction between us, she can’t deny that I was her best fuck ever. I could see it as I fucked her last night, her mouth forming a perfect O, her moan long and winded, her pussy dripping.
She can try to pretend all she wants, but I’m going to fucking break her down bit by bit. Every time she looks at me, or I look at her, her panties will be drenched.
From the corner of my eyes, I watch Misty as Vanessa signs the papers. She’s fumbling with her mouth, plucking her bottom lip as she crosses her legs and twists her toe into the floor.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the stack of papers and tucking them back into the pocket of my jacket. “So. . .” Pausing, I stand up, and take one last look around, “I guess that’s it. I’ll be in touch.”
Shaking Vanessa’s hand, I don’t say goodbye to Misty. I just turn and walk out. Misty’s eyes are burning a hole in the back of my head, but I don’t give an inch, I just keep going.
She’s going to follow me, I can tell.
I step out onto the street, letting the door close behind me. Putting my head down, I start walking to my car parked up the street a little, when I hear my name.
“Nick! Nick, wait up!”
I knew she’d come for me.
Turning around, I see Misty as she waves her hand, and hurries to catch up with me. Her tits bounce gently as she half jogs to my side.
“What?” I ask. I force myself to sound annoyed, my tone sharp and short. If she knew how much I’m enjoying myself, it would ruin our cat and mouse game.
She holds out her hand and tries to force a relaxed smile. “Listen, about last night—”
“What about it?” Arching a brow, I tip my head.
“I didn’t. . .” Misty starts to pick at her lips again. It’s a nervous habit, something she probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing. “I didn’t know who you were, I swear. If I had. . .” she says, not completing her thought.
Shrugging a shoulder, I keep my voice cold. “If you had, then what? You wouldn’t have let me fuck you?”
Her eyes jump open and her lips thin.
Didn’t expect that, did you?
Her lip curls as she rests her hand on her hip. “I just don’t want what happened between us to affect Vanessa and the bakery. I’m not sure what you’re thinking, I just don’t want you to blame her for anything. All right?”
“Blame her?” Smirking, I take a long step forward, making her step back uncomfortably. “No one’s at fault here, Misty, neither of us knew. I didn’t know who you were, you didn’t know who I was, we’re even. But,” I say, reaching out, and taking a loose strand of her hair, and twist it around my fingers, “I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a little upset to wake up in an empty bed this morning.”
She hangs her head, obviously a little embarrassed by her choice. “I just wanted to keep things simple. No names, no one getting the wrong message, no expectations; just sex, and that’s it.”
“Well, looks like your plan just got more complicated now, didn’t it?” My eyes slip down her chest, watching her breathing increase and her nipples harden.
They bead under her shirt, turning into little pebbles. Licking my lips, they get firmer and more defined. My cock jerks in my pants, ready and willing to fuck her right here and now.
She swallows hard, and I watch the lump get stuck in her throat. It jumps softly, and she has to swallow again. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you by leaving. Just don’t take it out on Vanessa, she has no idea we hooked up.”
“So you want me to keep it a secret?”