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it herself.”
“Ahh, so that’s the problem. You had me worried for a moment. Thought my aftershave might have been woman repellent or something.” His cock jumped at her tinkling laugh.
“Hardly. Didn’t you see the hostess and waitress drooling every time they looked at you?” She sounded a little bitter.
“No, and it wouldn’t matter. I’m here with the woman I want to be with.” Tonight anyway.
After the fiasco with the redhead and G.’s men, he’d tried the celibacy route, but that hadn’t lasted more than a few months. Hand jobs in the shower only worked for so long. Eventually, he’d sought out private clubs in whatever city he was residing in at the time. It had worked out well. He didn’t have to try to explain his preferences to someone who might think he’s a psycho and he rarely saw the same woman more than once. That was the beauty of the clubs. No emotional entanglements.
“That’s kind of you to say.”
Perhaps he needed to work on his poker face. Her facial expression looked like she’d heard his mental musings. “Your instincts were correct. I will be paying for your meal. I’m old-fashioned like that.” When she started to speak, he held up his hand. This topic was closed. “So, Channy, what do you do when you aren’t at school?”
* * * *
One minute he had been giving their dinner order and the next they were laughing as they shared a chocolate mudslide for dessert. The evening flew by without her realizing. He knew exactly what to do to put her at ease and was so easy to talk to.
“What about sports? What teams do you root for?” This would be very telling. Way too many of her friends were sports widows.
He shook his head. “I’d rather play than sit on the sideline and watch.” Reese gave her a quizzical look. “Are you a dog or a cat person?”
She laughed. “We never had pets, but I always wanted a dog. A big, brown, loveable dog.” One of these days, she’d have one. “Books or movies?”
His face scrunched up in the cutest way. “Phew, books.”
It was crazy how easy it was to talk to him. No matter what the subject, they seemed to find things they had in common. Even the touchier subjects like politics and religion they agreed on.
In another blink of an eye, he was walking her to her car. He was looking altogether too sexy for her comfort. She had her back to the car door as he rested his arm on the roof. His fingers gently played with her hair as his other hand cupped her waist. In seemingly slow motion, he swung down and caressed her lips with his. As his tongue swept inside her mouth, she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He tasted naughty like a dessert on the second day of a diet. A guilty pleasure.
Her breath quickened as he slid his hand down her spine. Anticipation tingled then was snatched away as he pulled back. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before murmuring the words “Drive carefully” in her ear. She wanted so badly to throw herself at him. Tell him in graphic detail all her hidden fantasies, knowing with utmost certainty he would fulfill them. This was not at all the way the evening was supposed to end!
Sure, she’d worn her granny panties to ensure she didn’t break rule two—never make love on the first date. She bit her lip and tried to figure him out. He seemed like such a bad boy only out for one thing and yet he treated her like a gentleman should. Part of her knew she wasn’t ready to jump his bones, although her more adventurous side was threatening to rebel. His peck on the cheek had her knees threatening to give out as his warm breath slid along her neck. A soft groan escaped before she could stop it. He just looked at her and she grew wet with need. She was seriously in over her head, but the last thing she wanted was to drive home alone. And horny.
* * * *
With his family safely away, Agent Foster sat down at his computer and began his query on subject four-six-two.
“Ahh, so that’s the problem. You had me worried for a moment. Thought my aftershave might have been woman repellent or something.” His cock jumped at her tinkling laugh.
“Hardly. Didn’t you see the hostess and waitress drooling every time they looked at you?” She sounded a little bitter.
“No, and it wouldn’t matter. I’m here with the woman I want to be with.” Tonight anyway.
After the fiasco with the redhead and G.’s men, he’d tried the celibacy route, but that hadn’t lasted more than a few months. Hand jobs in the shower only worked for so long. Eventually, he’d sought out private clubs in whatever city he was residing in at the time. It had worked out well. He didn’t have to try to explain his preferences to someone who might think he’s a psycho and he rarely saw the same woman more than once. That was the beauty of the clubs. No emotional entanglements.
“That’s kind of you to say.”
Perhaps he needed to work on his poker face. Her facial expression looked like she’d heard his mental musings. “Your instincts were correct. I will be paying for your meal. I’m old-fashioned like that.” When she started to speak, he held up his hand. This topic was closed. “So, Channy, what do you do when you aren’t at school?”
* * * *
One minute he had been giving their dinner order and the next they were laughing as they shared a chocolate mudslide for dessert. The evening flew by without her realizing. He knew exactly what to do to put her at ease and was so easy to talk to.
“What about sports? What teams do you root for?” This would be very telling. Way too many of her friends were sports widows.
He shook his head. “I’d rather play than sit on the sideline and watch.” Reese gave her a quizzical look. “Are you a dog or a cat person?”
She laughed. “We never had pets, but I always wanted a dog. A big, brown, loveable dog.” One of these days, she’d have one. “Books or movies?”
His face scrunched up in the cutest way. “Phew, books.”
It was crazy how easy it was to talk to him. No matter what the subject, they seemed to find things they had in common. Even the touchier subjects like politics and religion they agreed on.
In another blink of an eye, he was walking her to her car. He was looking altogether too sexy for her comfort. She had her back to the car door as he rested his arm on the roof. His fingers gently played with her hair as his other hand cupped her waist. In seemingly slow motion, he swung down and caressed her lips with his. As his tongue swept inside her mouth, she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He tasted naughty like a dessert on the second day of a diet. A guilty pleasure.
Her breath quickened as he slid his hand down her spine. Anticipation tingled then was snatched away as he pulled back. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before murmuring the words “Drive carefully” in her ear. She wanted so badly to throw herself at him. Tell him in graphic detail all her hidden fantasies, knowing with utmost certainty he would fulfill them. This was not at all the way the evening was supposed to end!
Sure, she’d worn her granny panties to ensure she didn’t break rule two—never make love on the first date. She bit her lip and tried to figure him out. He seemed like such a bad boy only out for one thing and yet he treated her like a gentleman should. Part of her knew she wasn’t ready to jump his bones, although her more adventurous side was threatening to rebel. His peck on the cheek had her knees threatening to give out as his warm breath slid along her neck. A soft groan escaped before she could stop it. He just looked at her and she grew wet with need. She was seriously in over her head, but the last thing she wanted was to drive home alone. And horny.
* * * *
With his family safely away, Agent Foster sat down at his computer and began his query on subject four-six-two.
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