hand moved from my arm to my side, his fingers finding a small sliver of exposed skin.
“Just friends?” he asked, voice deep.
If I’d had a white flag, I would’ve thrown it up in surrender. Instead, I turned around slowly.
“Friends with benefits?” I asked, unable to look away from his mesmerizing eyes.
Dexter didn’t bother answering. His lips closed over mine so forcefully that I melted into him. My arms went around his neck, pulling myself even closer to him. He backed me up against the glass and I could feel its coolness pressing against my back as his hand went under my shirt.
The warmth of his touch blazed a fiery trail over my skin, first at my back and then up my side until the palm of his hand cupped my breast. It occurred to me that we were moving too fast, giving into our hormones, but I no longer cared. All I cared about was how good his lips felt grazing my neck.
I gasped when Dexter’s phone began to vibrate, pulsing against me in a fortuitous position. He ignored it, or perhaps just enjoyed the way it made me squirm. The third time it happened, he reluctantly pulled away.
“I should probably answer it,” he said, breathlessly.
“Please,” I gasped, thankful for the interruption.
He took a few deep breaths before answering. “Sanders.”
His ability to focus under the circumstances was impressive. I was still breathing hard, adjusting my shirt, and smoothing my hair.
“I thought we already discussed this. We’re not going to agree to those terms.” Dexter paced away from me, running a hand through his hair.
I stayed on the other side of the car, giving him as much privacy as possible. But it was impossible not to overhear his conversation. Based on the one side I could hear, something was blowing up back in the U.S. and they needed Dexter to return as quickly as possible.
“Alright. I’ll confirm my itinerary. Just tell Paulsen not to sign anything until I get there.”
He hung up quickly, his eyes flitting in my direction. “Bad news.”
“I figured as much. You need to go back to Chicago?” I tried not to sound as disappointed as I felt.
“One of the third parties we work with is trying to change the terms of our contract. I need to go meet with their CEO and square everything away.” He approached me at a slow saunter.
I had to resist the urge to rush him, jumping his bones. Now would not be a good time for that. “When will you leave?”
“As soon as possible.” His eyes bore into mine. “We’ll have to continue this later.”
I had approached our day together with no expectations. We would spend some time together, have some fun, and that would be it. We would say good night and go our separate ways. But now that I had actually spent the day with him, I wanted more. And now I couldn’t have it.
Dexter insisted on calling a car to take me home. He needed to stop by his office before catching a flight out of town. We said goodbye at the curb, our earlier passion tempered.
“I’ll call you,” he promised before giving me a sweet kiss.
“I’ll answer,” I said.
It took a lot of effort to force myself into the backseat. Dexter gave me one last, long look before shutting the door. Something about the way it slammed shut felt painfully final.
The next morning, I was still thinking about our kiss and the way it had felt so natural to be in his arms. I was still thinking about Dexter when my bedroom door flew open and Cessy sailed into the room.
“Where have you been?” she exclaimed, flopping onto the bed next to me.
“Right here, sleeping.”
“Alone?”
“No, with my imaginary friend Hector.”
Cessy jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow. “You are not as funny as you think.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I sure hope you weren’t this insufferable on your date.” Cessy snatched the pillow from beneath my head and placed it against the headboard before sitting with her back against it. “Start at the beginning, and don’t forget the salacious
“Just friends?” he asked, voice deep.
If I’d had a white flag, I would’ve thrown it up in surrender. Instead, I turned around slowly.
“Friends with benefits?” I asked, unable to look away from his mesmerizing eyes.
Dexter didn’t bother answering. His lips closed over mine so forcefully that I melted into him. My arms went around his neck, pulling myself even closer to him. He backed me up against the glass and I could feel its coolness pressing against my back as his hand went under my shirt.
The warmth of his touch blazed a fiery trail over my skin, first at my back and then up my side until the palm of his hand cupped my breast. It occurred to me that we were moving too fast, giving into our hormones, but I no longer cared. All I cared about was how good his lips felt grazing my neck.
I gasped when Dexter’s phone began to vibrate, pulsing against me in a fortuitous position. He ignored it, or perhaps just enjoyed the way it made me squirm. The third time it happened, he reluctantly pulled away.
“I should probably answer it,” he said, breathlessly.
“Please,” I gasped, thankful for the interruption.
He took a few deep breaths before answering. “Sanders.”
His ability to focus under the circumstances was impressive. I was still breathing hard, adjusting my shirt, and smoothing my hair.
“I thought we already discussed this. We’re not going to agree to those terms.” Dexter paced away from me, running a hand through his hair.
I stayed on the other side of the car, giving him as much privacy as possible. But it was impossible not to overhear his conversation. Based on the one side I could hear, something was blowing up back in the U.S. and they needed Dexter to return as quickly as possible.
“Alright. I’ll confirm my itinerary. Just tell Paulsen not to sign anything until I get there.”
He hung up quickly, his eyes flitting in my direction. “Bad news.”
“I figured as much. You need to go back to Chicago?” I tried not to sound as disappointed as I felt.
“One of the third parties we work with is trying to change the terms of our contract. I need to go meet with their CEO and square everything away.” He approached me at a slow saunter.
I had to resist the urge to rush him, jumping his bones. Now would not be a good time for that. “When will you leave?”
“As soon as possible.” His eyes bore into mine. “We’ll have to continue this later.”
I had approached our day together with no expectations. We would spend some time together, have some fun, and that would be it. We would say good night and go our separate ways. But now that I had actually spent the day with him, I wanted more. And now I couldn’t have it.
Dexter insisted on calling a car to take me home. He needed to stop by his office before catching a flight out of town. We said goodbye at the curb, our earlier passion tempered.
“I’ll call you,” he promised before giving me a sweet kiss.
“I’ll answer,” I said.
It took a lot of effort to force myself into the backseat. Dexter gave me one last, long look before shutting the door. Something about the way it slammed shut felt painfully final.
The next morning, I was still thinking about our kiss and the way it had felt so natural to be in his arms. I was still thinking about Dexter when my bedroom door flew open and Cessy sailed into the room.
“Where have you been?” she exclaimed, flopping onto the bed next to me.
“Right here, sleeping.”
“Alone?”
“No, with my imaginary friend Hector.”
Cessy jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow. “You are not as funny as you think.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I sure hope you weren’t this insufferable on your date.” Cessy snatched the pillow from beneath my head and placed it against the headboard before sitting with her back against it. “Start at the beginning, and don’t forget the salacious
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