God, I sound dramatic as fuck. I barely refrain from rolling my eyes at myself.
“Did you need something?” I ask, straightening myself up.
Chris shoves his hands in his pockets and sways from foot to foot.
Is he nervous?
“I just wanted to see how you were, I suppose.”
“Is that so?” I tilt my head, not even trying to hide my smile.
He pauses for a minute, all movement stopped, before a glorious smile mirrors mine. “Are you busting my balls?”
“I don’t know. Is it working?”
“Go out with me,” he counters.
“That sounded like a demand.” I tsk.
“Nova, will you please put me out of my misery and go out with me?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite busy.” I shrug like I’m completely unaffected, but truthfully, I’m excited as hell. He’s playing right into my hands. But I also find him hot as fuck, so double win for me.
“I can work around your schedule,” he says without skipping a beat.
“Wow. Eager. I can work with eager.” I straighten up and walk a leisurely circle around him. It’s double duty because I get to check out his ass in those slacks, and it is delectable.
“So, is that a yes?” His head whips around to follow me.
“There’s a coffee shop open twenty-four hours not far from here. Care to take a walk?”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, tonight.” I roll my eyes.
“Shit.” He curses under his breath. “I can’t do tonight. I have … business to take care of.”
“What a shame.” I sigh, exasperated.
“Tomorrow?”
“Seventh Street Coffee. Eleven sharp.” I stand on my tiptoes to reach his ear as he bends down to meet me. “It’s your one chance, Chris. Better make it count.” Then I stroll off down the parking lot, leaving him standing there and hopefully wanting more.
The fifteen-minute walk home did nothing to quell the heat that man brought out in my body. Chris’s may have been hidden by a high-end suit, but it definitely didn’t hide what he’s working with—muscles that could lift me up with ease. I’m already dreaming about it. Which is why I’m stripping out of my clothes, turning on my shower, and grabbing my vibrator before I get in.
Tonight calls for some self-care.
The little bullet vibe will do the job, although I have others that would simulate an actual dick better. For some reason, I don’t want to use those while imagining Chris. It feels … wrong. Like a poor substitute for what the real thing could be. If I can get close enough to him, then maybe I’ll be lucky enough to witness what I assume is a glorious cock. I mean, the man is gorgeous, so it stands to reason he’s gorgeous everywhere.
Hopefully.
With that picture in my head, I waste no time. The vibrations hit my clit, sending an intense jolt through my body. My head falls back on a moan.
God, I need this.
The constant stress I wear on my shoulders melts off under the heat of the water. The pleasure that’s already building transports me to a different life. One far away from the hands I’ve been delt. In this life, Chris is mine. His large hands span the width of my back, shoving me face first onto the bed as he kneels behind me. A giver. That’s what he would be like in this fantasy world. He’d lick and suck and bite until I could barely breathe. He’d take me to the edge and then pull back, repeating it until I screamed for mercy.
Fuck, I’m so close already.
