I release my breath.He was thinking about me? That’s a good sign, right? Maybe that hot look meant more than I thought.Despite my earlier confidence when I came up with this plan, as soon as the phone started to ring, I had second thoughts.What if I proposition him and he laughs in my face? What then?I’m sure I can finish out the week of catering, but at what cost to my pride? If he shoots me down after I offer myself up to him on a platter, how will I ever be able to look him in the eye?
Fuck it. I’ll never know if I don’t try.
“Oh, really?” I ask in my sexiest voice. It’s not all that sexy, but it’s what I’ve got, so I go with it. “And what exactly have you been thinking?” That sounds flirty, right? I am so out of practice with this. Who would have guessed that swearing off dating would have such an adverse effect on my flirting skills?
“I was wondering if you would call me to help with your light. Did Wade not come in?”
Right. Of course that’s what he was thinking. A guy like Nick wouldn’t be having the same sexy fantasies about me as I was about him. I’ve seen pictures of the women he’s dated in the past, and not a single one looks like me. Of them all, theclosest would have to be the plus sized model he dated a few years back, and even she was a few sizes smaller than me, with much nicer hair. Imayhave internet-stalked him in between customers tonight. So what? My self-esteem can usually handle a little healthy competition, but I can’t hold a candle when compared to his dating history full of literal models, actresses, and athletes. Still, I thought I sensedsomethingwhen he was looking at me earlier. Maybe I should abandon my plans of seduction? I’m not sure I’m ready to seduce a man who has zero interest. I still need my light changed, though, and Wade is long gone. And besides, Nickdidoffer.
“Yup, that’s why I’m calling. Can you still come by? I can change it myself if you will hold the ladder.”
His chuckle echoes through the phone.“I’ll be right over. And I’ll change it. You can hold the ladder for me.”
“Sounds good. Meet me at the restaurant. I need to finish cleaning, and then I can get out of here.”
My plans of seduction officially set aside, I rush through my cleaning tasks and wait for Nick at the door of Wings and Pizza. I’d briefly entertained going upstairs to change into my one set of moderately sexy underwear before he arrived, but the thought of heading upstairs in the dark, alone, for a seduction that I’ve already determined has very little chance of success, has convinced me otherwise. Besides, my big cotton granny panties and comfortable bra should help keep my libido in check, no matter how manylooksNick throws my way.
Despite my deliberate choice of unsexy underwear, my mind runs off into dirty daydream-land as I wait, imagining what will happen when Nick finally gets here. Sexy fantasy Nick is hovering over me, poised at my entrance as I beg him to fill me, when real life Nick pushes his way into the store.
“Hey, Tina. You ready?”
I gasp at the interruption.
Nick looks me up and down, concern etched on his features even as his eyes darken with that same fiery look from before. “Is everything okay? You look a little flushed.”
That look is the only thing in my brain when I lean forward, wrap my arms around Nick’s neck, and drag him down to me for a kiss. Well, it’s the only thing in there until my lips part and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, eagerly tangling with my own even as his arms wrap around me, his huge hands grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against his body. After that, my naughty daydreams take a backseat to a reality that’s even better.
So much for skipping the seduction. I suppose I should have changed out of my granny panties after all.
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Nick
Well, that was... unexpected.
While I suspected Tina had been having less than pure thoughts about me off and on today, based on the way her eyes seemed to linger over my body, I did not expect her to jump me the second I walked through the door.
That was a fucking amazing surprise.
When I offered to help her with her light this evening, my only plan was to do just that. Change her lightbulb. Was I hoping to spend a little more time with her one on one, and maybe, just maybe, work up the courage to ask her out? Yes, I was.But when I walked in to find her flushed and panting with that glazed look in her eyes, well, my dick responded with what was most probably misplaced enthusiasm, hardening in my running shorts.
Okay, so maybe my plan to change her lightbulb wasn’t entirely innocent.
I’ve noticed the way Tina devours me with her eyes every time she sees me in my shorts, so of course I had to take this opportunity to wear them in front of her. I told myself if she didn’t show interest after I got here, I would change the light bulb and go for a long, long run.
But she did more than show interest. She jumped me, then proceeded to kiss me silly.Fuck.She’s still kissing me silly, and I’m here in my head instead of enjoying the experience. I should do something about that.
Don’t fuck this up, Nick. Kiss her. Hold her.
I don’t have to tell myself twice. My hands reach down, seemingly of their own volition, and I can’t help but groan into Tina’s mouth when I finally squeeze her ass.The perfect fit for my hands, just as I thought.I squeeze a little harder and pull her body flush to mine, grinding my erection into her stomach.Fuck, that feels good.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Tina’s words echo my thoughts perfectly as her hands scrabble to pull me closer. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
“Same,” I grunt, running my hands under her thighs and lifting her off the ground. Her grip on me tightens, and her legs wrap around my hips. I spin and push her up against the window beside the door, using it to press myself against her, loving the feel of the heat pulsing between her legs. “Since the day we met, I’ve wanted you.” I bend my knees and press up, grinding my dick into the apex of her thighs, sliding her up the window. “Just”—I drop an open-mouthed kiss to the left sideof her throat—“like”—I nip the spot where her shoulder meets her neck—“this.” I press my lips to hers, and revel in the way her breath comes in hot little pants against my mouth. Holding her body up with my own, I slide a hand from under her leg, running it up her side.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans, thrusting her chest out, forcing her breast into my hand, the hard nipple tempting me through her shirt.“Touch me, Nick.”
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells of soap, and sweat, and...pizza?My dick gets harder than I knew was possible and I send up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening that I wore running shorts instead of something with a zipper.Why is it so hot that she smells like pizza?
