“Boo,” Kylie says with her thumb down, and it seems like bids are coming out of everywhere when Kirby finally says, “Fifty thousand dollars.”
“Such a show-off,” Kylie says, rolling her eyes, “but sold.” She points to her brother. “I expect the check before you leave.”
After taking us through a few more of the big-ticket items and reminding everyone to bid on the silent auction before they leave, Kylie gets off the stage and I see Lexi’s dad there holding out his hand to hug her.
“Okay, I’m out,” I say, tossing the napkin on the table. “My sitter needs to be home by ten,” I tell my teammates, and I look around to see if I can spot Kylie, wanting to congratulate her on the night, but I can’t find her anywhere. Grabbing my suit jacket, I scan the room one more time and head home.
“I’m going to get changed and then we’ll leave to go to Mom’s,” I tell the kids after I finish cleaning up the breakfast plates. Heading up the steps two at a time and walking into the closet, I open the drawer of my boxers and seeing the white satin pair of panties I tucked in there after finding them in the car. I pick them up with a smirk, recalling the way she moved over me, the way she sounded, the chemistry between us, and then put them back in the drawer before getting dressed in my track pants.
I drop the kids off at Josephine’s and give them each a hug before they even walk in the door. Once they are all inside, I turn back and head to my house, thankful to avoid another conversation with Josephine by leaving quickly. I spend the day on the couch, my mind going back to last night, then last week, and all I can do is think about her. I toss the remote back on the couch before I go back to my bedroom and grab her panties.
I walk out of the house and search my recent places in the GPS and then head to her home. I park in the visitor lot before walking in and seeing the mailboxes. I look for Materson and see that not one of the twenty-five apartments has that name. I see that four of them have the K in front of them. I think about maybe playing Russian roulette before I pull out my phone.
“You can’t call him and ask for his sister’s apartment number.” I look down at the phone. “You can call Jaxon, but he’ll be the first to be suspicious.” I pull up the foundation website and then click on founders. I see Kirby first and then under him Kylie, and her last name isn’t the same as his. I look for her last name and finally find it. I’m about to press the button when a delivery man comes inside and presses the button instead and the door is buzzed open. I walk into the lobby and head to the elevators, pretending I am allowed entrance into this place. I press her floor and look at the numbers once the elevator starts to move. When it gets to her floor, I get out, look left and then right, and walk up to her door. The second I knock, I instantly realize what a bad idea this is.
I’m about to turn around and leave when the door swings open and she stands there, her eyes about to come out of her sockets at seeing me standing here. “Hey,” I say, holding up my hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks me, and I make the mistake of looking at her outfit. She’s wearing blue yoga pants with a white workout bra, and my cock instantly gets hard. “Eyes up here, buddy.” She snaps her fingers, and I look up.
“Sorry.” I shake my head. “I came to return something,” I tell her, and she folds her arms under her tits, and all I can do is remember them in my mouth.
“What could you possibly have that you need to return to me? And how did you even know which apartment was mine?”
“Your name is on the mailbox,” I tell her and then look behind me. “Can I come in?”
“No,” she declares, but I walk in anyway.
“I don’t think you want me to give you back what I was returning with a Ring cam going,” I tell her, and she slams the door shut.
“I don’t have a Ring cam, which is why I answered the door. Had I known it was you I would have let you stand out there. Thanks for that idea though. I will now add get a Ring cam to my to-do list tomorrow,” she huffs as I walk into her place and come smack-dab into the dining room area. Her living room is right off her kitchen, and I see her television is on.
She walks past me to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and pausing whatever it is she was watching, and my eyes stare at her ass like it’s a bull’s-eye. “Okay.” She tosses the remote to the couch that has the throw blanket on it. “Give me what you have to ‘return’,” she uses her fingers to do quotation marks, “to me and then you can leave.”
I reach into the pocket of my pants and hold up her panties. Her eyes go as big as they were when she saw me standing at her door. “Not sure you would want me to keep this.” I fold the thong on my finger. “I mean, I guess I could keep it,” she steps toward me, “as a souvenir.”
“Okay, give me my panties.” She holds out her hands. “Pervert.”
“You left them in my car.” I dangle them off my finger. “It’s not like I snuck into your house and took them.”
“Whatever,” she huffs out. “Give them back to me.”
“Come and get them.” My heart speeds up and my cock is rock solid at this point. She glares at me as she stomps toward me and I bend my finger, keeping them locked in the crook of it.
“Give me them,” she hisses at me and my mouth waters to taste her.
“I’ll give them to you if you answer one question.” I stare into her eyes as she stands toe to toe with me. Her nipples are pebbled, so I know she is just as turned on by this as I am.
“What?”
“Any regrets from that night?” I ask her and her eyes glaze over.
“Yeah,” she replies, and I laugh, knowing she’s full of shit.
“What?” I step even closer to her, and she doesn’t back away from me. “’Cause I have one regret, actually two.”
“Which are?” she asks me, her chest rising and falling like she’s panting.
“One,” I list, my hand with the panties moving down to my side, “not tasting you, and two—” I lift my hand to her hip. “Not ramming my cock down your throat.” Her lips part and the tip of her tongue comes out to lick the bottom lip. “Make that three.” My head moves closer to hers. “Not being able to fuck you like I wanted to.” My mouth crashes down on hers as the panties slip out of my hand before I pull her to me. The lightning bolt I felt the first time I kissed her comes back, like it’s running right through me. Her hands go from my chest to the back of my head. She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, and my hands go to her ass as our tongues fight with each other.
