happened. Roger just worries too much about me.” I give him a tight smile.
“May I come in and make sure you are well and no one is in your home?” He steps past me and starts to walk through my house. Awesome, I close the door behind him and Roger starts to growl.
“Roger, enough! You’ve caused enough problems for one night, don’t you think?” I scold him and he whimpers and runs to his bed. Great, now I feel like a jackass.
“Blake, are you satisfied with your search?” I call out to him.
“Yes, I just wanted to make sure all was fine.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion.
“Why would you be worried about me, Blake?” I ask him, truthfully curious to his response. He closes the gap between us and gently grabs my chin, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“I don’t like the idea of you living in the city alone. It’s dangerous, and with you being a young and beautiful, single woman it only makes the odds against you even worse. It worries me sick,” he replies.
“Blake, you’ve known me all of two days. How could you feel so sick with worry in such a short time of knowing me? I’m just an advertising girl to you, a woman with whom your brother is doing business with. We don’t really have a relationship outside of that.”
“How can you stand there and say that to me?” He grabs my hand and leads me to my couch, pulling me onto his lap. “When I crashed into you Friday morning, my world altered. Everything had a place, everything was in order, and then there you were, innocent and gorgeous, just staring at me. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me I didn’t affect you that morning?”
I can’t meet his eyes. He is right, and I can’t tell him he didn’t affect me. I thought of him constantly throughout that day.
“Exactly. When I happened upon you at the club, I felt as if it was fate telling me it doesn’t give second chances and I had to make myself heard before you forgot who I was. I didn’t mean to have sex with you in my brother’s office; I swear it. I imagined our first time being a little more intimate. But once I felt your lips on mine, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted you; I wanted every inch of you.” I can feel him growing hard beneath me as he speaks. “I don’t know why you’re pushing me away so hard, why you think I just want to fuck you and be on my way, but that’s not who I am. In fact, if that’s how you think men think, then you have clearly been with the wrong men,” he says sternly.
“This isn’t news,” I reply sarcastically, and he looks at me puzzled.
“What isn’t news?”
“Me choosing the wrong men, it’s what I do.” I shrug.
“Let me be the right guy, Angelica. Let me show you how a real man is supposed to treat an amazing woman like yourself.”
“Gosh, Blake, do you just have a shoebox full of these lines? I mean, who talks like this?” I laugh nervously. He winks in return and I melt. The electricity between us that I have been fighting is so strong. I just stop. I stop fighting. Licking my lips, I stare at his mouth, and he takes the hint. He pulls me even closer and kisses me with such passion I know I’m fucked. I kiss him back harder, giving him access to my mouth. We both moan at the same time, then break apart and laugh. Gosh, it is so easy and fun being with this man.
I can’t help but admire his beauty. Those piercing blue eyes are blinding, and his facial hair is always the perfect amount of scruff that makes him look so handsome yet manly. I watch his eyes widen in suspense as I stand from his lap and grab the hem of my dress. I lift it over my head and discard it on the couch. Silently, he watches me, and I realize he truly is looking at me, not my body but my eyes. His eyes never leave mine. I tilt my head, then unclasp my bra and toss it next to my dress. Again, his eyes don’t leave mine. I smile and start to drag my lacy thong down my legs until he stops me.
“Wait, leave it on.” His voice is
“May I come in and make sure you are well and no one is in your home?” He steps past me and starts to walk through my house. Awesome, I close the door behind him and Roger starts to growl.
“Roger, enough! You’ve caused enough problems for one night, don’t you think?” I scold him and he whimpers and runs to his bed. Great, now I feel like a jackass.
“Blake, are you satisfied with your search?” I call out to him.
“Yes, I just wanted to make sure all was fine.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion.
“Why would you be worried about me, Blake?” I ask him, truthfully curious to his response. He closes the gap between us and gently grabs my chin, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“I don’t like the idea of you living in the city alone. It’s dangerous, and with you being a young and beautiful, single woman it only makes the odds against you even worse. It worries me sick,” he replies.
“Blake, you’ve known me all of two days. How could you feel so sick with worry in such a short time of knowing me? I’m just an advertising girl to you, a woman with whom your brother is doing business with. We don’t really have a relationship outside of that.”
“How can you stand there and say that to me?” He grabs my hand and leads me to my couch, pulling me onto his lap. “When I crashed into you Friday morning, my world altered. Everything had a place, everything was in order, and then there you were, innocent and gorgeous, just staring at me. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me I didn’t affect you that morning?”
I can’t meet his eyes. He is right, and I can’t tell him he didn’t affect me. I thought of him constantly throughout that day.
“Exactly. When I happened upon you at the club, I felt as if it was fate telling me it doesn’t give second chances and I had to make myself heard before you forgot who I was. I didn’t mean to have sex with you in my brother’s office; I swear it. I imagined our first time being a little more intimate. But once I felt your lips on mine, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted you; I wanted every inch of you.” I can feel him growing hard beneath me as he speaks. “I don’t know why you’re pushing me away so hard, why you think I just want to fuck you and be on my way, but that’s not who I am. In fact, if that’s how you think men think, then you have clearly been with the wrong men,” he says sternly.
“This isn’t news,” I reply sarcastically, and he looks at me puzzled.
“What isn’t news?”
“Me choosing the wrong men, it’s what I do.” I shrug.
“Let me be the right guy, Angelica. Let me show you how a real man is supposed to treat an amazing woman like yourself.”
“Gosh, Blake, do you just have a shoebox full of these lines? I mean, who talks like this?” I laugh nervously. He winks in return and I melt. The electricity between us that I have been fighting is so strong. I just stop. I stop fighting. Licking my lips, I stare at his mouth, and he takes the hint. He pulls me even closer and kisses me with such passion I know I’m fucked. I kiss him back harder, giving him access to my mouth. We both moan at the same time, then break apart and laugh. Gosh, it is so easy and fun being with this man.
I can’t help but admire his beauty. Those piercing blue eyes are blinding, and his facial hair is always the perfect amount of scruff that makes him look so handsome yet manly. I watch his eyes widen in suspense as I stand from his lap and grab the hem of my dress. I lift it over my head and discard it on the couch. Silently, he watches me, and I realize he truly is looking at me, not my body but my eyes. His eyes never leave mine. I tilt my head, then unclasp my bra and toss it next to my dress. Again, his eyes don’t leave mine. I smile and start to drag my lacy thong down my legs until he stops me.
“Wait, leave it on.” His voice is
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