She laughed. “You just go off subject. Fuck the flow of conversation.”
He chuckled. “You’re a distraction. I told you.” He peeked out the blinds at his men, who were joking around as they enjoyed their lunch. “Got these fools acting like they never ate a sandwich before.”
“I make a pretty good sandwich,” she bragged, smiling. “They ain’t never ate one like that.”
He shook his head. “Apparently,” he quipped. “What else you come all the way down here for?”
She stared into his eyes and shook her head. “I just wanted to make sure we were good. If you have any questions for me, I’ll answer them. I just…”
“Stassi. It was one date. I ain’t really qualified to start questioning you. I get it. There are other suitors in the picture. A little competition never scared me,” he said.
She smiled. She didn’t realize she was anxious about his reaction until she sighed.
“Good.”
“I’d really, really, really like to be shown a little appreciation for the effort I put into dinner,” she said. It was her turn to fold her arms. She meant business.
“Is that right?” he asked.
“Damn right,” she countered. “And for them sandwiches out there.”
He stepped closer to her andput one hand around her waist, pulling her into his body. He was built like a superhero, and he made her feel like a damsel in distress. She loved how he towered over her.
“Now kiss me,” she said. “And make it goo…”
His lips covered hers, and Stassi swooned. Yup. This was fairy tale shit. He pulled away way too soon. She wanted more.
“You really should get going. I have a rule. No girls in the firehouse,” he said.
“Okay,” she whispered. “When is your shift over?”
“In about 9 hours,” he said, checking his watch.
“You’ll call me?” she asked. “I know I sound desperate, but that kiss wasn’t enough. You’re putting me out, and I want more,but I don’t want you to burn up in a fire because you’re thinking of me, so I’ma go, but only if you promise to call.”
He chuckled. Her flattery was cute. Her arms were wrapped around his broad waist, and she bent her neck back to look up at him.
“I’ma call you as soon as I’m off,” he took his Maltese cross out of his back pocket and handed it to her. “It’s like a badge for firefighters.”
“You’re giving it to me? Don’t you need it?” she asked.
He nodded. “I do,” he said. “So I’ma have to come get it as soon as I’m off. It’s very important.”
She smiled and put it in her handbag. She turned to walk away, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him. This kiss was longer, and deeper, and Stassi was breathless.
“I have a feeling that I’m unprepared for this,” she whispered.
“I have a feeling you’re right,” he said in her ear as he pulled her into his body more. “How I’m supposed to work like this?” he asked. Her stomach pressed into hard dick, and he pulled her closer as she fell back into his kiss. She moaned at just the thought of what he knew how to do with all that dick. This was ho shit. They hadn’t even been on two dates. She hadn’t even had a good phone conversation with him yet, and she was ready to pop pussy on top of his desk.
“I’m at work, Stassi,” he said.
“So, you should let me go, right?” she asked, between lust-filled kisses. It was the way he sucked on her tongue when he kissed her. “God, I want you to suck on my pussy, just like this,” she whispered.
“It’s so good too. I got a taste of it, and shit been stuck in my mind ever since,” he admitted. He pulled back. “You know it’s good too, don’t you?”
Stassi’s panties were ruined. From just words. Words, confidence, and masculinity had her in heat. She was so turned on that she could cum at any little touch.
“That’s why you got niggas pulling up to your door. All over this,” he said. He slid his hand up her skirt. “Your body’s making silk, Stassi,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed her gently with the palm of his hand. “So wet.”
