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me, completely unskilled. It didn’t matter. I was on the verge of exploding as my back rested against the driver’s side door. I sank further into the seat, wrapping my legs around his neck as he sucked my clit greedily. Digging my nails into his scalp, I pushed him further down. “Lick it,” I commanded as he sloppily lapped my pussy, missing every single pleasure point and further frustrating me. I felt the stare before I saw Daniello peering through the window behind the valet. I gripped his hair and bucked my hips, spurring him on. It was too dark to see Daniello’s expression, but I assumed it was smug.
    “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” my hungry companion said through a mouthful of my soaked pussy.
    My eyes still glued to the man who I was sure could only see a small amount through the window, I pushed the valet’s head away so I could reach my ache with my fingers while he fumbled with his tongue. With a few flicks of my wrist and the right amount of pressure, I came undone, hard and loud, still engaged in the man who stood outside my car. My eyes closed as I let the desire spread over me and when I opened them, Daniello was gone, as was the black SUV that sat next to us. The valet was unzipping his pants but I stopped him.
    “Look, um...” Jesus, I didn’t even know his name.
    “Derek,” he answered, revealing nothing I had desire for as he exposed himself.
    “Derek, sweetheart, if you can’t give proper head, it can only get worse from here. I appreciate the effort, but put that thing away before you embarrass yourself further.”
    He looked at me in confusion before I finished him off. “No.”
    He sighed, putting his cock back into place as I pulled my legs into my seat and nudged him toward the door. “I offered you a taste. I delivered. You did not. Get. Out.”
    He looked at me as if I would offer a punch line, but I kept quiet. I felt bad for his future wife. Maybe he would try and improve for his own sake.
    “Can I call you?”
    “Hell no. Goodbye,” I said, starting my car.
    “Bitch,” he whispered under his breath as he exited. With a sigh, I placed my forehead on the steering wheel, completely baffled by what I had just let happen. I’d gone into that upscale bar to bed an equal and ended up letting a valet tongue fuck me because of Daniello.
    I smiled slightly at how good he had gotten me. “Son of a bitch.”
    I would never ruin my career or reputation for a sexual need, ever. I’d left hoping I looked like I was offended to the rest of the group, but a complete stranger knew better. Daniello knew better. He knew I was into kink and he’d used it and had gotten the best of me. He’d beat me at a game he’d roped me into for the second time. His plays were taunting and I’d fallen for it twice. Though I should hate him already, my hunger only grew. This was lust and this is what he was capable of, and I hated that I’d become desperate and at his mercy.
    And still, I wanted him. And I wanted the feeling to last. The uncertainty, the need, it made me feel alive, excited.
    I laughed again as I thought about the fact I may never see him again and I’d run away with my clit on fire and my tail between my legs.
    Tonight I had walked out of my home a tiger on the prowl and ran back home as a mouse ...but that was far from boring.

 
    A week later, I was in my office, pacing. “You have twenty minutes to deliver what you promised or I’ll find you in breach of contract,” I snapped, irritated with my situation. Murphy’s Law had found a way to make my workweek hell. I had absolutely no patience for bullshit and was getting a solid stream of it spewed at me over the phone line. I looked out of my office window at downtown Charleston as tourists lined the city streets. Couples holding hands or families roamed the sidewalks of the historic city as young kids on their bikes pulled others around by cart. Some were crowded in horse drawn carriages as they were given a