Raising my dress, I placed his hand on my bare thigh. It felt comforting, somehow, warm, like butter on hot baked bread. What was it about this man that made me want to do everything to him. I needed him to touch me, to make me feel wanted, but there was something more between us. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt it.
He took the bait and I gasped when the fingers of his left hand slid forward, brushing the thin lace of my panties. He cupped my mound but didn’t move, absorbing my heat into his palm. My breath accelerated. Maybe it was the champagne, but I wanted him like I’d never wanted a man in a very long time.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I won’t break.”
He shook his head, grasping desperately for his cell phone in his pocket.
Steve: No talking, Cinderella.
I didn’t argue. Hell, I preferred it this way. I don’t know what had made me speak in the first place, but I was all for leaving explanations out of the picture.
I whimpered when he removed his hand from my panties. Then, he dropped the phone into his lap, took my face between both hands, and kissed me tenderly. It felt awkward at first, like he wasn’t sure he should. Not rough and not like a man who just wanted sex. He kissed me like a prince and my heart melted into a puddle.
Chapter Seven
Chase
Holy shit!
We took a right onto Main Street, and her body slid into mine.
Cinderella was hot as hell and those breasts of hers, practically naked through those shoelace things in the middle of her dress, had been taunting me all goddammed night. The four or five martinis, or the fact that she was all over me didn’t help. She wanted me. That much was clear. I was surprised that I wanted her too. I didn’t think I would ever want another woman the same way I wanted Abby, but here I was getting hot and heavy with a total stranger. I guess it was a guy thing. No wonder women thought we were horn dogs.
When she whispered in my ear, the moment crystallized for me and I had to stop myself before I ripped off her mask so I could look into her eyes. A strange adrenaline flowed through me. I glanced down at my empty ring finger when Cinderella’s hand brushed over my length.
Shit! Two things had grabbed hold of my fevered brain. She smelled eerily familiar and amazing. Like sugar cookies and hot flesh in a cool rain.
The fact that I’d grown hard as freaking steel, had me distracted from the first.
Maybe I needed to get this over with fast as possible before I lost my nerve. Abby and I were divorced. What better way to heal than to get back on that horse and ride?
When she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, I groaned with such satisfaction that she burst out giggling.
I’d been hard all damn night. At one point, it almost killed me. Someone had opened a window on the dance floor. It was freezing outside. The cold air had made Cinderella’s tits stick out like freaking firecrackers. If that didn’t get me hard as fucking steel, I’d have had to be a monk.
In the limo, Cinderella knelt between my legs, praising my weeping cock. “Lovely,” she mouthed. “And very, very sexy.” She tickled my mushroom head with the tip with her tongue.
I groaned, and then slid back along my hips, making it stand straight up. There was no going back now, and she seemed determined in her mission. Leaning forward, she deep-throated me, only gagging for a second before I started pistoning in and out of those sweet, supple lips.
Sweet Jesus! I’d never felt anything so wonderful, not since the last time with...
I held onto her head, watching with e pleasure as she sucked and stroked like a champion, drawing ropes of hot cum from the base of my swollen balls, down the length of my needy cock. It felt amazing and hot and the fact that we didn’t know each other made it more exciting
Hot sweat sizzled along my back.
How I wanted to ram myself inside Cinderella’s sweet pussy, but I just couldn’t. Not yet. Not after being with Abby a mere few days before. Not that this didn’t constitute sex. It probably did, but there was something about being inside a woman that was intimate. More personal. I didn’t want that to be with just anyone.
A rising climax invaded my brain and I found myself gripping Cinderella’s head so tightly, she had to remove my hands.
“Sorry,” I whispered. Thankfully, she continued sucking, one hand stroking from tip to base, while the other massaged my balls.
Her lips were amazing. I wanted to fill them with every drop of steaming cum. See it dribble down her chin. Swallow the bulk of it and then kiss her immediately after. I wanted to fuck her too. See those tits up close and personal bouncing below me without the dress in our way.
I wanted to do everything.
And nothing.
Because I was scared as hell. Scared of not loving my best friend anymore. Scared of losing Abby.
You’ve already lost her. Moron. Just enjoy the hot ticket you keep calling Cinderella.
Finally, the orgasm took hold, my balls boiling with fresh hot cum. I held my breath to keep from shouting obscenities because surely she’d guess my identity if I didn’t.
Cinderella, obviously knowing I was close, leaned back.
Gripping my exploding cock, I aimed it toward her bare cleavage, soaking in between all those slim tiny strings, the white sticky substance filling the space between her breasts, and the groan escaped. I lapped at her tits. Then I took her, yanked her head back, and kissed her hard. So hard she emitted a tiny yelp.
Grinning at the way she had to her catch her breath afterwards, I grabbed my cell and typed.
Steve: Now your panties.
Abby: Excuse me!
Steve: You heard me. Or should I say read me lol.
Though I couldn’t see those beautiful eyes below the mask, the slight movement in her shoulders told me all I needed to know as they tensed.
Her head nodded and she did my bidding.
I heard a couple of clicks as she unhooked her garters. She slid the sweetest little pair of pink panties off her impossibly high heels, held them up, and then dropped them in my lap.
Placing them to my nose, I inhaled their rich scent. Mmmm, I typed. You smell delicious. After depositing them in my pocket, I reached into a bag by my feet. “This okay?” I mouthed, retrieving what I knew was the best vibrator known to womankind. Or, at least, that was what the advertising said. It was shaped like me, but glowed in the dark with three settings.
Cinderella nodded with enthusiasm, leaned back against the seat, and opened her legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, pausing first to rip down her stockings a few inches with my teeth. Then, I dropped to my knees, placed the toy along her entrance, and turned it off and on a few times at the lowest setting. I watched her reaction.
She was hot all right. Literally crying for my cock. Or something.
A single tear slipped below her mask, but I didn’t stop to ponder the meaning of that information.
I turned the vibrator up a notch, causing her to place a fist inside her mouth and bite down hard.
Her slender hips rocked. I slid the toy along her slick center, and when I turned it up to full force...
Holy fuck!
She squirmed like an electric eel as I fingered her bare bottom.
Damn, she was so responsive. Just like...
Just like...
I pushed thoughts of my ex aside. Focused instead on Cinderella’s sounds. Soft. Desperate. Begging.
I fucking love it! Loved hearing her pleasure. Loved hearing her unhinged.
My cock grew to epic proportions. I no longer focused on the past. Tonight it was just me and Cinderella. She wasn’t very vocal though. I’d have to work harder on that next time. I craved hearing a woman’s pleasure. Every man did.
When I was satisfied she couldn’t take anymore, I slipped out the vibrator and set it on the seat.
I spread her lips wide, and licked along her center. God she was wet. So fucking wet! All for me. I tasted her again. And again. Then I used my lips to wring more of her sweet
juices along my tongue. She struggled to cry out while fisting her hands in my hair. Just as I was sure she was about to reach climax, she snatched her panties out of my pocket, and shoved them in her mouth. I heard the muffled scream. Sexy as hell. Fuck, she sounded like she was exploding. How did women do that, and why, hold back?
When we were finished, both sweating and heaving like a couple of over-sexed teenagers, we put ourselves back together, sat back and grinned at each other. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips. I didn’t dare growl like I wanted, less she discover my identity.
Twenty minutes later, my limo pulled up to the door to her shabby apartment.
She peered out the window, paused, and then took the cell out of her purse, and then tapped out a message that began:
Here’s my real address...
Chapter Eight
Chase
The next morning, I called Zach into my office, furious.
He just stood there, staring at me from across the room with the door open. Probably to make a dash for it if I grabbed him by the throat.
“Got something to say?” I growled.
The lump in Zac’s throat, plummeted. “I...I take it the date didn’t go so well? Looked like you guys hit if off at the Christmas party by the looks of it. What happened?”
“You tell me,” I said advancing.
My emotions were raging all over the place and I didn’t know what to do with them. They were somewhere in between anger, jealousy, elation, and determination all at the same time.
“Um...” began Zac. “You look a little tense, maybe I’ll come back la...”
He turned to leave, but I slammed the door behind him.
“Oh no you don’t. You made this mess. You’re going to help me clean it up.”
“Okay fine,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “But you know someone had to do something. You guys are two of the most stubborn people on the planet. Nope. In the goddammed universe, and I will not apologize for doing exactly what someone should have done for you long ago.”
“And just what would that be?”
“You needed to be kicked off your pedestal...boss.” He scrambled a few feet away from me.
I scoffed. “Think you’re big enough?”
“I uh...That came out wrong.”
I flexed my lips, nodding. “And just why, pray tell, did you think setting me up with my ex-wife was a good thing? She divorced me, Zac. Gave me my walking papers. Doesn’t want to see me again. Tell me. How is rubbing my nose in a salty wound supposed to be good for me? How? Dammit!”
“Not want to see you again? Really?” Zac said. “Then why is her office still two doors down from yours?”
“She loves her job.”
“She loves you.”
I chuckled. “Not what the divorce papers say.”
“Fuck the divorce papers,” Zac exclaimed. “And what was all that grunting and pumping the other day anyway?”
“What grunting? My face heated up. Shit. I wasn’t a shy guy and why would fucking my ex-wife make me blush? Why did I care if anyone knew?
“She’s...familiar. That’s all.”
“Uh huh.”
“It’s just sex, you moron. We both aren’t seeing anyone so... We were taking care of our needs.”
Zac smiled the smile he used when he knew I was wrong, but planned on letting me get away with it anyway.
I ran a hand over the back of my head. “Abigail.” I glared at my friend. “You set me up with Abigail!”
Zac shrugged. “Guilty as charged.”
“And I made a second date with her for Christ sake. Now what do I do? She’ll flip when she finds out.”
“Did she guess who you were?”
“I don’t think so.”
“So use it to your advantage.”
I scratched my head. I never, ever, backed down from a challenge. Not in business and not in my personal life. I’d pursued Abby for a mere three months before I convinced her to marry me.
I still didn’t know what went wrong between us. How the hell could I fix what I didn’t know was broken? Maybe if I got Abby to talk, I’d get a clue? After everything we’d been through, was it possible she could still love me? Obviously, Zac thought so, for whatever that was worth.
“Keep the mask,” Zac said.
“What?”
“Don’t tell her who you are. Not yet.”
“You do realize she’ll cut off my balls when she finds out.”
“So.”
“So? What do you suggest I do? You are the one responsible for all this.”
He laughed. Zac’s heart was in the right place, if not a little misguided. “Hey, I told you not to sign those papers, but did you listen? Of course not.”
I groaned, raking my hands through my hair.
“Naming one of your children after me will be thanks enough.” Zac raised an eyebrow and I couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of trying to keep my identity concealed from Abby. “So I don’t tell her? At all?”
“Not yet.”
“Gonna be tough.”
“You can do it.”
“But...”
“Just treat this like a merger, boss. Looks to me like you already did that once. Or was there...? Never mind. The less I know the better. Good luck, Romeo.”
Chapter Nine
Abby
All day long I’d tried to find reasons not to see Steve again, but I could only come up with one.
Chase.
I had once loved that man with all my heart. I mean really, and truly, adored every inch of him. I thought we would be together forever. How does a woman get over a love like that?
And survive.
When I’d walked into his office for my interview over a year ago, a shy farm girl from Nebraska, I’d been scared as a kitten, but the moment I laid eyes on his handsome smile and sexy dimple, it had been all over for me.
We’d hit it off immediately, sharing my eventual love of the company, the Red Sox in Massachusetts and early morning sex with all the windows open. Chase made me breakfast in bed on the weekends and we screamed while holding hands as we pummeled to the bottom of the highest rollercoaster at Darien Lake. We even flew to the West coast just so he could take me to his favorite restaurant for crab legs. In the evenings we played Scrabble and he let me win even though none of my words came from the dictionary. I’d never met a man like Chase before. He’d been sweet, kind, and he always told me everything until two weeks to the day after our honeymoon in St. Thomas.
Apparently the ring on his finger changed him. Maybe it changed me. I didn’t really know. All I knew was the Chase I married was distant and unavailable. When I saw him, on more than one occasion, conversing with his ex-wife, laughing even, the jealousy took hold in my heart. Turned out they had been college sweethearts and were married for two years before they ended it. I knew he wasn’t over her. The feelings were confirmed when I realized I’d been wearing her engagement ring. What kind of man does that?
I looked down at my phone once again to make sure I was at the right address for my date with Steve. The Pont De Reins Bridge. “Why the hell are we meeting at a bridge in this freaking cold weather?”
I shut off the engine in my Beamer, still thinking of Chase and yes...no matter how much I denied it, missing him. He could be so romantic, but in the few months we’d been married, that part of him had disappeared. In fact, I’d hardly seen him at all. He was either gone on a business trip or too tired to do anything but jump me in the office. We didn’t go anywhere. He was simply too busy, he’d said, and the closest thing we had to really having a conversation was about whether the Red Sox should trade their pitcher or not.
I opened the car door and shivered. Even if I got frostbite, at least this time I didn’t have to worry about taking off my clothes before we’d have a proper conversation. I still couldn’t believe I’d had sex with a total stranger. I was looking forward to a normal date. Like at a restaurant. Was there a restaurant
around here?
I locked up the car, got out, and started across the bridge, wrapping my grey, wool coat around me, and pulling on my hat. There was no one else around which made perfect sense. Only a fool would go out in this kind of night. Well, if I was a fool, my eyes were wide open this time. I’d take it slow with Steve. Well, as slow as he’d let me. No more getting my heart all tangled when I hardly knew the guy.
A gust of wind kicked up, making me pull the matching hat tighter on my head. The sun was already setting and the sunset was glorious. Still, it had to be forty degrees outside or maybe twenty with the wind chill factor. I was already shivering.
I reached inside my pocket and pulled on my gloves. My boots made a click-clacking sound as I strolled along the metal bridge and my hat nearly blew off my head.
What was wrong with me? All sorts of things were going through my mind. Rapist. Murderer. Someone running from the FBI. What kind of crazy lady meets a man in a place like this?
A few minutes later, I saw the tall, dark shape on the other side of the bridge. He walked toward me.
If I turned around and ran, would he run after me, I wondered. I didn’t do that. I trusted him, this man I barely knew. I didn’t know why, but I did.
I had to laugh when, still wearing his mask, he handed me another phone. This one covered him more completely. “Again?” I said out loud. “Oh all right.”
I rustled my phone out of my jeans pocket, and so began another game of cat and mouse.
Steve: Please.
Abby: I don’t care about hiding.
Steve: Not hiding. My throat is still sore and my ears are blocked. I don’t want to miss anything that you say, but if you want, I’ll let you speak.
“Oh thank God! I’m not very good at this. I keep having to spell check myself,” I said laughing. “So you can text me while I just talk back? Yeah, that can work.”
I handed him the phone. “I have nothing to hide,” I repeated. “And I’m hoping we can get to know each other better.”
He thrust my phone toward me. We were going to have to pass the phone between us.
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