Ideas about what he could be interested in flood my imagination. I see Nicholas in ropes, Nicholas riding my dick in a hot tub, his ass in lace panties, or a jock strap. It’s intimidating and intriguing at the same time.
“Cool,” I mange. “Yeah. Let’s make sure we’re both satisfied. Right?”
I’m ready to stop talking. That magnetic pull is alive between us again. It tells me that I should shut my mouth, reach forward, take his face in my hand, and pull him to me.
I wrestle the urge back down.
“How about Thursday night?” he asks. “We could try to sneak you over to my place, although it will take some spy craft if we don’t want the neighbors whispering.”
“Here is fine. I’ve seen how this town gossips.”
“I’m glad you’re adjusting.”
I finish the tea with a gulp. “Okay. Thursday night.”
“Great!” He drums his fingers on the table. “I should get going. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“Okay, sure.”
Just try to mentally will away this erection that I have now. I’ll head upstairs and deal with it as soon as we’re done.
I scold myself to stop thinking about jerking off while I’m talking to Nicholas.
We both stand, and I’m grateful that my jeans are loose enough that my dick isn’t obvious. I’m about to walk away, but unlike when we greeted each other, this time, Nicholas does lean forward.
He pulls me into an embrace, and his lips brush over mine, soft and sweet, gone as soon as they’re there. Desire lunges inside me, and the heat goes from my head to my toes.
Nicholas step back. “Have a good night. See you around, I’m sure.”
I swallow. “Night, Nicholas.”
