He smiles at her, surely hearing that.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” he tells her good-naturedly.
“Thank you.” Kat beams, showing him the ring. “I can’t wait to tell my fiancé that I met you.”
And then Ian does something truly dangerous for my heart. He unzips his jacket, plucks something out from the inside pocket, and offers her two VIP tickets for his game and one for me.
“As an engagement gift.”
“Thank you.” Then she stabs me with a harsh look, mouthing, “He’s great. And you’re stupid.”
I suppress rolling my eyes at her as she rounds the corner and hugs him before she leaves.
Closing the cash register, I smile. “I see you wanted to entertain me live, apparently.”
“Yes, apparently. That’s what I want,” he says in a deep voice that causes a hormonal explosion inside of me.
Flammable goods. Retreat.
He waits for me to lock the store, and once outside, I look for his car when he says, “I took a cab. Wanted to ride back home with you.”
I gesture toward mine. “I hope it’s good enough for your star quarterback status.”
“We’ll make it fit.”
A wave of heat crashes in my core. Good god, I’ve been a good girl. Why are you tempting me?
“I’m sure we will.”Don’t think of his dick. Too late.
He made it fit, because he’s big and thick and I loved feeling the stretch, every ridge of his shaft massaging my walls.
That I don’t cause an accident on our drive home is my biggest achievement of the month.
I am still squirming by the time I park, the throb between my thighs increasing to unbearable.
It doesn’t get better when we’re in the elevator. In close confinement, the tension only thickens. He’s raking his heated gaze all over me. Something tells me he knows exactly whathe does to me.
“You look pretty flushed, friend,” he taunts me.
I fan myself to ease the searing heat. “It’s hot.”
As soon as the elevator opens, I dash out, locking myself in my apartment.
I sink against the door, trying to gather myself. This guy can make me hot with just words. No wonder he made me come more times in one night than I thought possible.
A bath will help relax me, and that’s exactly what I do next.
Absentmindedly, my fingers trail down my breasts. I roll one nipple, tugging harder to feel that pinch. The other hand glides down my belly, and when I reach my pussy, my fingers are slick with my wetness. Don’t think about him.As if it ever worked before.
Ian has been starring in my fantasies on repeat as the main character. Just this one time. One last time. He won’t find out. Our friendship won’t be at risk. I can almost feel his hot breath grazing my sensitive neck, whispering filthy words that only make me hornier.
“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so well. Be my good girl and take every inch. I know you want to be stuffed full of my fat cock.”
I moan, sliding a finger inside me, recalling his words from that night about being his good girl who can take all of him. I did.
The praise pushes me to slip in another one, rubbing my clit with the heel of my palm. It’s not enough, so I snatch the shower head. The jet hits my clit again and again, bringing the coveted release.
“Come for me, flower girl.”
