“Sometimes I need your mouth on me so bad I have to go to the men’s room and jerk off.”
She laughed, softly, seductively.“I love the thought of you jerking off in the men’s room and thinking about me.”
“Don’t you go to the ladies’ room?”
She told him what she’d wanted to do, even if she hadn’t done it.“Yes.Especially when I see you in the hallway, or hear your voice in Holt’s office.It’s so hot I have to touch myself in the women’s bathroom.”
He chuckled.“You need to come to Holt’s office a lot more often.Or to see Spence.Or just wander down the hall so you can see me face to face and think about all the things we did the night before.”
“You’re making me a little crazy right now.”
“Good.I like it.”Then he said the most unexpected thing.“I want to meet you in the park.”
She sucked in a breath, suddenly flooded with terror.“We had a rule—no dating, no relationship.”
“This isn’t dating.Or a relationship.I won’t even talk to you.I want to watch you walk braless in the park, wearing a short skirt and no panties.And I’ll watch the men watch you.And I’ll watchyou.I’ll think about how when I get you home, I’ll fuck the hell out of you until you scream.I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
She loved the way he said that word, with such intensity, as if it was only ever for her.Fuck.It wasn’t raunchy.It was so raw, so needy, so fierce.Like it was all he could think about, every hour of every day, like doing it to her consumed him.Like it was making love.
“Is this another fantasy?”she wanted to know.
“Only fucking you afterward is the fantasy.But the park needs to be real.Meet me there on Saturday.I want to smell you as you walk by me.I want other men to scent you like hound dogs.And I want your nipples hard, tight beads against your blouse.”
She added quickly, without giving herself time to think, “A tank top with open armholes and a plunging neckline.”
“Oh yeah.That’s fucking perfect.I want to get hard while I’m watching you.”He paused only a moment.“Will you do it?”
She should say no.She should walk—no, run—in the opposite direction.Because this was escalation.This was danger.
But instead, the words slid so easily off her tongue.“When and where?”
A low-lyingfog broke into a warm, sunny Saturday morning, and she spent an inordinate amount of time getting ready for her leisurely walk in the park.She soaked in a hot bath, shaved her legs and underarms, washed and styled her hair, rubbed in lotion until her skin was silky smooth against her fingertips.
Now, what to wear?She chose a seafoam-green skirt, pairing it with a silky tank top in hues of green and white and orange.It wasn’t tight but fell in flowing lines over her breasts and abdomen.When she stood in front of the mirror, already anticipating Knox’s gaze on her, her nipples were tight buds clearly visible beneath the fabric.She rubbed her palms over her breasts, cupped them in her hands, imagining it was his hands on her.
She applied makeup, nothing heavy-handed but enhancing her cheekbones and lips.Knox needed to imagine her lips around his cock when he looked at her.
There was a part of her, deep in her brain and buried in her heart, that recognized her foolhardiness.She’d allowed him to change the rules.Not only that, she’d jumped to agree to it.It was dangerous to her career, to her life.She didn’t want another man telling her what to do, or making her rethink her decisions or plans, or getting in the way of her goals.She didn’t want to ruin this job she enjoyed.
But she told herself this wasn’t a relationship.This was phone sex and now a sexy encounter.They weren’t meeting for a dinner date or going to a show.They weren’t even spending time together.They were having mind sex.
And God, it was fun.
Stepping back, she surveyed herself in the mirror and liked what she saw.She might be forty-five, but in this outfit, she could still turn a man’s head.This morning while she was walking, she planned to turn several men’s heads.
Especially Knox’s.
The sun warmedKnox’s skin after the chill of the morning fog.He worked his phone as he waited for her, checking texts and emails, shooting off replies when necessary.It might be Saturday, but it was always a workday.He usually stopped in at the plant to make sure the machines were in top working condition.With a good team, everything had been fine this morning, problems nipped in the bud with all the careful monitoring.
He wondered what she’d wear for him.The tank top she mentioned?Or a long, flowing skirt and gauzy blouse?He didn’t care as long as he saw her nipples and could watch all the other men losing their cool over her.He’d never been the jealous type, not even when he was married, though catching his wife Diane in bed with another man had given him the shock of his life.He supposed the experience should have turned him into a jealous man, but it had the opposite effect.He now chose partners who didn’t want serious relationships or exclusivity any more than he did.The women he entertained wanted the opportunity to choose other partners when they wished.
But that Friday night when Summer shared her fantasy with her fuck buddy, it flipped a switch in him.He wanted to watch her turn on other men.
At first, he didn’t seeherin the park, just the reaction of male joggers on the wide pathway through the trees, their heads whipping around.One guy almost tripped himself.
Ah, there she was, strolling nonchalantly, sunglasses hiding her eyes.Her green skirt was at least five inches above her knees, her tanned shoulders bared to the morning sun by a floaty tank top that plunged deep, her necklace dipping on a golden chain into her cleavage.As she drew closer, the tight beads of her nipples were like beacons beckoning his gaze.Her lips were a luscious plum color, and he imagined them wrapped around his cock.
His heart pounded in a feral beat, like a jungle predator watching, waiting to pounce and drag her into the bushes to have his wicked way with her.
