“Good morning, princess.” He holds out a cup of coffee from a popular coffee shop. Awareness shivers through me. “I thought you might need coffee this morning and a ride to work.”
“I—” I shake my head with a smile. “Sorry, you caught me off guard. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.” He runs a hand through his light brown hair, mussing it a little, but it still looks really good. His smile is confident as he closes the distance between us. “You’re busy with work and so am I, so let’s squeeze in something before we go out Thursday night for dinner.”
I take the coffee and sip it. Oh, fuck, that’s good. A mocha latte.
“Is that your way of asking me to dinner on Thursday?” My gaze takes in his blue tie. He’s dressed in a suit with a cream shirt. It’s cut and fit perfectly to him. He’s attractive in everything he wears and pulls me in like a magnet.
When I return my gaze to his, he gives me a cocky smile that makes my knees draw together. “Do I have to ask, princess?”
He offers me his arm and I sigh. I’ve never had someone come at me with such determination. Honestly, I don’t hate it.
He leads me down the steps to the car idling on the curb.
“Wait.” Stopping, I hand him my coffee and my thermal mug. When he takes them without question, I pull out my phone to text Brandon that I don’t need a ride this morning. I slide it back into my purse and look up into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Good?” He hands me the mocha but keeps my thermal mug.
I take a sip and nod. “Yes.”
He opens the door to the back and holds my hand to help me down into the car. It’s a luxury sedan with leather seats and the dividing glass already raised. When Drew slides in the other side and closes the door, the dark tinted windows enclose us in a very personal space.
Sparks zing through me as I remember last night when he slipped his finger inside me. My pussy throbs. I sip my coffee and set it in the holder as the car starts.
“How’s your head?” Drew leans back in the seat with a smirk.
“Better.” I look at him through my lashes. “So Thursday?”
“Yeah.” He grabs my hand and pulls me closer. My breath catches. “I want to see you this week and things are a little hectic.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Stripper business or textiles?”
“Both.” He smirks and tugs me to straddle his lap. My fingers wrap around the back of his neck where his silky hair brushes it. His gaze drops to my lips and a corresponding wave of desire crashes over me. “I won’t lie, Sara. I want you.”
“Are we going out or staying in for dinner?” I bite my lip, kind of hoping he’ll say staying in, but also a little afraid at the same time.
He groans. “Going out. Because if we stay in, all I’ll want to do is fuck you and we need to get to know each other better.”
I straighten the skirt of my light green dress so I can settle a little better on his lap, pressing my pussy against his hardening cock. I bite my lip at the solid press of him there.
He squeezes my hips and leans in to take my lips. No hesitation. No moment of worry. He requests entrance with his tongue and I open for him. He drinks me in, consuming me like a fine wine. Maybe I should feel some shame about having kissed both Finn and Dante, but those thoughts scatter in Drew’s kiss. My blood hums with warmth as his hands slide down my thighs.
When he reaches my bare skin, he trails his hands under my skirt to the junction of my legs. He draws away from the kiss and when I open my eyes, he’s right there waiting for me. His eyes are dark and filled with heat.
“We don’t have time for much, but I want to make you come, princess.” His thumb skates over my damp panties.
My breath catches, but I nod. Last night I thought about masturbating, but I wanted so much more than my own hands and fingers.
Drew smiles. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to fuck you in front of those guys, show them what they’re missing out on.”
I could tell him now about Finn and Dante, but his fingers slip beneath my panties and slide over my pussy. Desire spirals inside me, making me hot and needy.
“I would have finger fucked you to orgasm right in front of them, but then they would’ve gotten to see what I can do to you before I did.” Drew slides a finger inside me and rubs his thumb in circles over my clit.
I try to picture it. Me in that chair watching the stripper as Drew slides his finger in and out of my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, while the guys remain oblivious to what’s happening.
“And I don’t want to share my first glimpse of your face when you shatter, princess.” A second finger slides in with the first.
