“Wow.” I smile, and my lips feel sweetly sore. “That was?—”
“Unforgettable,” he finishes for me with the perfect word.
“You’re nothing like I thought you’d be,” I admit.
“I can say the same about you.”
“Too bad you told my friends you’d have me back by midnight.” I bite my lip to try and stop the laugh.
“We’ll have a lot more nights together.”
I really like the sound of that.
“I think you’ve earned a second date, although I have no idea how you’re going to beat this one.” It started off terrible but he changed it in a second. I think Dash is the type of man to go after what he wants too. Another thing I like about him.
“I’ll figure it out.” He gives me another kiss before I move off his lap and to the blanket beside him.
I’m sure he will and I’m going to have to figure out how to tell my friends about this.
I might be sneaking out.
Chapter Six
DASH
Me: Pickles.
Brooklyn: Seriously? How are you allergic to pickles? They’re so good, I would cry if I had to give them up.
I laugh as I lean back in my office chair and put my feet on my desk. I can’t remember the last time I smiled so much.
Me: You’re one to talk. You’re allergic to spiders.
Brooklyn: That is a real thing!!
Me: Two exclamation points. I think you might be exaggerating.
Brooklyn: I hope you are enjoying this.
Me: More than you know.
Leaving her at her apartment last night was no easy feat. I didn’t even allow myself more than a quick kiss because I knew exactly what it would turn into. If I’d let go of my self-control I’d have her up against the bricks of her building. Instead I waited for her to go in and then I barely made it back to my penthouse before I ran in the door and started jacking off.
She’d already texted me by then saying she had a great time, and flashes of her on my lap made it impossible to concentrate. As soon as the door snicked closed behind me I was shoving my hand down my slacks and grabbing my cock hard and tight. I fucked my hand so many times last night it was shocking to see it still full and thick this morning when I woke up.
I sent her a good morning text and told her I couldn’t wait to see her tonight. She sent me a picture of herself already dressed and on her way to work, and I’m not ashamed to say I jerked off to that too. Her little yellow cardigan had bumblebees all over it and I kept thinking about what it’s going to be like to fuck a kindergarten teacher dirty.
Brooklyn: Favorite ice cream.
Me: Mint chip, and if you don’t agree you are wrong.
Brooklyn: Okay, you’re right. That really is the best.
Me: I’m glad you see it my way. Favorite way to eat a potato?
Brooklyn: You’re so mean, that’s hard!
Me: You made me pick a favorite movie and song.
