“No. Don’t be silly. May I please have the club sandwich?” I’ll just skip the chips. Most of them, anyway.
“You really like everything I picked?” His chest has puffed out, shoulders back. He’s so proud of himself.
“I do. It’s like you read my mind.” I giggle. I really do love everything. Too much, unfortunately. It’s my love of food just like this that gave me this pudgy body.
“Let’s eat.” He sits across from me opening up the cheeseburger and fries. Taking a huge bite, he nods and chews. Nodding toward the stack of papers, he swallows his food. “You got questions for me?”
I’m about to take a small bite of my sandwich but I set it back down. “Yes. I need to know if you’ve received these parts.” I add, mumbling, “whatever they are.”
He laughs. “Funny names, right?”
“Yes!” I say excitedly. He gets it. I lean down to read the top invoice. “What the heck is a crankcase?”
“Well,” he says, wiping off his hands, “a crankcase isthe housing for the crankshaft in a reciprocating internal combustion engine.”
What the heck? It makes absolutely no sense. “Oh.” I shrug taking a bite of my sandwich. “Of course.”
Keeton releases a low, rumbly laugh that makes me feel tingly again. “You’re so fucking adorable, Lainie. I just want to wrap you up and take you home.”
“Oh?” I squeak. I feel the heat of my blush run up to my cheeks in milliseconds. The truth is, I want him to take me home. But instead of wrapping me up, I want him tounwrap me. My face must give me away because I watch as Keeton’s eyes grow dark and hooded. Sultry.
“You like the sound of that, Lainie?” he asks, all growly. “You want me to take you home?”
Yes. “Um…” Yes.
Keeton stands up, dropping his napkin down on top of his half-eaten burger. Stepping over to his door, he pushes it shut, flipping the lock. Uh oh. A shiver runs through me but it’s not out of fear. It’s because I’m suddenly turned on more than I’ve ever been. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want Keeton.
As he stalks back to me, I stand turning toward him. I’m not afraid. I want this. Before I can take another breath, Keeton’s hands are all over me. In my hair, sliding over my back to my big derriere. When he presses me to him, I feel his hard length pressed up against me. “Lainie, I swear to fuck, I’ve never wanted any woman more than I want you. If you don’t want this, me, speak now. Because, there’s no turning back once I have you. After that, you’re fucking mine. You get me?”
This is not happening. It can’t be real. So, if it’s not real, why don’t I just play along? I nod frantically. I want him to shut up and kiss me, but words aren’t my forte right now. His mouth is on mine before I can take another breath. I’m meeting him in the middle. Our tongues are moving against each other’s. Next, his mouth moves over mine, sucking on my top lip, biting on my bottom one. It’s intense. I feel so charged I wrap my arms around him and slide my own hand onto his bottom. “Oh, God.” His ass is so hard and round; it’s the bottom of my dreams.
Keeton moans right against my ear as he slides his tongue and teeth down the column of my neck. I think I could orgasm, just from this. Pulling one hand from his bottom, I slide it forward, skimming the back of my hand up his hardness. “Fuck, woman. That’s it!” He sounds angry, but I think it’s something else since he’s got both of his hands on my butt, lifting me off the ground. I squeal in shock. I’ve no time to stop him, warn him he’s going to throw his back out, because I feel myself being set down on a hard surface. His desk. I watch him as he slides his hands up the inside of my skirt, pushing it up. “Lift that ass up a little, baby. Let me get to that pussy.”
Oh, geesh. Dirty talk. I’ve never… but I wish I had.
“Now, honey. Now,” he says urgently.
I use my hands as leverage to lift my butt off the desk while Keeton pushes my skirt up over my hips. It’s then I remember which underwear I’ve got on. Haines Her Way briefs. Pink. Not even the high leg ones. I cringe inwardly but he doesn’t seem to care. “Up. Lift up,” he says frantically. I do it again as he slides my big panties down past my hips, over my knees and shoes and off. “Fucking finally,” he sighs.
He’s staring at the juncture of my legs since I’ve closed them tightly. Panting, he moves his hands slowly up my legs, between my thighs putting some pressure on me. “Open your gorgeous legs for me, honey. Show me.”
When I don’t move, he looks up at me. Our eyes meet. “Baby,” he whispers. “Open your legs. Show me. If you don’t want anything else today, I’ll stop, but I need to see.”
His eyes have gentled. There’s still fire in them but I believe him. I barely nod as I slowly open my legs. I’ve no idea what’s going on down there. It’s a jungle, I know that. I’ve never done the waxing and stuff like Keely does. Now, I wish I had. But, it is what it is. I feel his palms again on the inside of my legs; he’s helping me open wider. Such a gentleman, I think to myself, which makes me giggle since this issonot gentlemanly.
“You nervous, Lainie?”
“Definitely.” Because I am.
Once my legs are wide enough he stares down. “Tell me I’m the only one, Lain.”
“You’re the only one,” I croak.
Jerking his head up, he stares at me. “Say it again. Use my name.”
“You’re the only one, Keeton.”
He looks down at me again. I should probably feel self-conscious but the way he’s looking at me is intense.
