expression coy, she asked, “Is he
going to make me dinner? And breakfast. And…”
“He’ll cover my tow calls.” Diego wagged his finger at her.
“I might enlist his help to hold you down while I spank you again. For real
this time.”
She exaggerated a gasp. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” he challenged her. The very idea thickened his
cock beyond what was appropriate in public.
She placed her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her
hand. “Would you?”
* * * * *
Perched atop her highest heels, Yancey stepped off the elevator
at Diego’s condo complex and onto his third-floor hallway, which was long.
She’d been under the mistaken impression that teeth-rattling
sex would satisfy and calm her. No. Not true. Yancey had ached for Diego again
and again and again between lunch and dinner. She couldn’t wait to get back
into his strong embrace, to taste his searing kisses on her lips. Her body
throbbed and thrummed, anticipating his touch on her skin and in her body.
In the short time they’d been separated she’d added sex
at work to her Excel spreadsheet—a no-no she’d never before entertained—and
subsequently checked it off. She’d also marked off spanking. The impulsive idea
had never appealed to her until his fingers had stung her skin and made her
come in a rush of wet heat. Sadly she’d had to delete the X she’d placed next
to one-night stand , but her sadness hadn’t lasted for long, knowing
she’d be experiencing the bliss that was Diego Ramos again soon.
Being a researcher, Yancey lost a fair amount of time after
work gathering information on all things smutty, adding potential dirty deeds
to her ever-growing list of lascivious behavior. A jolt of expectation nearly
knocked her off her heels and onto her butt just thinking about the
possibilities. Yancey had studied words like fellatio and cunnilingus. How best
to give and receive. What to expect…best positions…etcetera…
The internet was ripe with information including how-to
videos, both professional and amateur. She’d dismissed certain activities, like
fisting and anything to do with his or her butt, but wondered if there was
anything she wouldn’t do to him or with him if he asked. If he simply did— with
or without asking.
Her heart beat faster and stronger with each door she passed
down the narrow hallway. It wasn’t too late to turn around—call the date off.
Steamy sex the night before had just sort of happened. The spicy encounter at
work hadn’t been planned either. Both had been trysts she could treasure
forever as her dirty little secrets. But tonight…tonight was totally planned uncharted
territory, if such a thing existed. In his condo, anything could happen. Her
stomach dipped and flipped and nearly tied itself in knots.
When her cell phone rang she stopped and fumbled through her
purse. Might be Diego wondering what was keeping her from his bed. The caller
ID display said “private”. “Hello? Hello?” Her eyes rolled up and she groaned. Not
again . She continued walking, checking each door for Diego’s unit. “I can
hear you breathing. Hello? I think you have the wrong number. Hello?” She could
hear background noise, but nothing discernible. Butt dial . There was a
lot of that going on lately. She ended the call and tucked her phone back into
her purse.
Stopping in front of door number 3F, she straightened her
jacket, licked her lips and struck a pose before knocking. Yancey didn’t have
to wait long for him to answer the door.
Diego smiled immediately, appraising her from head to toe
with hungry eyes. “Missed you.”
“You’re a charmer, Mr. Ramos,” she said. She had no idea
where her flirty words came from. She’d never been much good at toying with men
and hoped she didn’t sound ridiculous. Over the top. Cheesy.
He grabbed the belt of her raincoat, pulling her through the
door and into his arms. “Guilty.”
She heard the door shut behind her. The sound
going to make me dinner? And breakfast. And…”
“He’ll cover my tow calls.” Diego wagged his finger at her.
“I might enlist his help to hold you down while I spank you again. For real
this time.”
She exaggerated a gasp. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” he challenged her. The very idea thickened his
cock beyond what was appropriate in public.
She placed her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her
hand. “Would you?”
* * * * *
Perched atop her highest heels, Yancey stepped off the elevator
at Diego’s condo complex and onto his third-floor hallway, which was long.
She’d been under the mistaken impression that teeth-rattling
sex would satisfy and calm her. No. Not true. Yancey had ached for Diego again
and again and again between lunch and dinner. She couldn’t wait to get back
into his strong embrace, to taste his searing kisses on her lips. Her body
throbbed and thrummed, anticipating his touch on her skin and in her body.
In the short time they’d been separated she’d added sex
at work to her Excel spreadsheet—a no-no she’d never before entertained—and
subsequently checked it off. She’d also marked off spanking. The impulsive idea
had never appealed to her until his fingers had stung her skin and made her
come in a rush of wet heat. Sadly she’d had to delete the X she’d placed next
to one-night stand , but her sadness hadn’t lasted for long, knowing
she’d be experiencing the bliss that was Diego Ramos again soon.
Being a researcher, Yancey lost a fair amount of time after
work gathering information on all things smutty, adding potential dirty deeds
to her ever-growing list of lascivious behavior. A jolt of expectation nearly
knocked her off her heels and onto her butt just thinking about the
possibilities. Yancey had studied words like fellatio and cunnilingus. How best
to give and receive. What to expect…best positions…etcetera…
The internet was ripe with information including how-to
videos, both professional and amateur. She’d dismissed certain activities, like
fisting and anything to do with his or her butt, but wondered if there was
anything she wouldn’t do to him or with him if he asked. If he simply did— with
or without asking.
Her heart beat faster and stronger with each door she passed
down the narrow hallway. It wasn’t too late to turn around—call the date off.
Steamy sex the night before had just sort of happened. The spicy encounter at
work hadn’t been planned either. Both had been trysts she could treasure
forever as her dirty little secrets. But tonight…tonight was totally planned uncharted
territory, if such a thing existed. In his condo, anything could happen. Her
stomach dipped and flipped and nearly tied itself in knots.
When her cell phone rang she stopped and fumbled through her
purse. Might be Diego wondering what was keeping her from his bed. The caller
ID display said “private”. “Hello? Hello?” Her eyes rolled up and she groaned. Not
again . She continued walking, checking each door for Diego’s unit. “I can
hear you breathing. Hello? I think you have the wrong number. Hello?” She could
hear background noise, but nothing discernible. Butt dial . There was a
lot of that going on lately. She ended the call and tucked her phone back into
her purse.
Stopping in front of door number 3F, she straightened her
jacket, licked her lips and struck a pose before knocking. Yancey didn’t have
to wait long for him to answer the door.
Diego smiled immediately, appraising her from head to toe
with hungry eyes. “Missed you.”
“You’re a charmer, Mr. Ramos,” she said. She had no idea
where her flirty words came from. She’d never been much good at toying with men
and hoped she didn’t sound ridiculous. Over the top. Cheesy.
He grabbed the belt of her raincoat, pulling her through the
door and into his arms. “Guilty.”
She heard the door shut behind her. The sound
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