His voice was deep and velvety. He stayed close to her. So close that she could smell his cologne which she knew had to be expensive because she’d never smelled any like it before. His elbow touched her upper arm and a constant stream of electricity was flowing across her bare skin.
The way he told her she should run had her thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, a thing she never did. He was beyond intriguing and he gave off a dangerous vibe.
He nodded as he leveled his dark eyes on her. “I think your eyes are gorgeous. I had to come and say hello. I had to see the color and I have to say I’m not one bit disappointed.”
OMG! He thinks my eyes are gorgeous!
“Your eyes are pretty nice too,” she told him then took a sip of the drink he’d sent her. “Thanks for the drink. I’m not really knowledgeable about alcohol yet. I only turned twenty-one a few months ago.”
“I see.” He took a drink, and she found herself mesmerized by the way his lips conformed to the glass. She licked her lips as she noticed a drop of the liquid on his bottom lip. With a quick flick of his tongue he got it and she felt her panties get a little bit wetter. “What is it that you do?”
His words had her looking back at his eyes and feeling like an idiot for starring at his lips.
“I’m in school. I wanna be a lawyer when I grow up,” she said with a giggle.
“I’m a lawyer.”
Steele was even more intrigued...
“Anyone I may have heard of?”
“Name’s A.C. I’m nothing big, just a small time lawyer.” He took a drink, and she doubted he was a small time anything.
“We all have to start somewhere. One day you’ll make it big I bet. You have the look of a powerful attorney.” She shifted her weight as she let her eyes run up and down his fit body.
The man was muscled like a machine. She just knew there was a tight little six pack hidden under his starched white shirt and she bet his ass was solid as a rock.
He smiled and said, “You don’t really fit in with the bitch pack, do you?”
Her eyes traveled to the dance floor where the other girls had gone. She shook her head. “The tall blonde is my roommate. She turned twenty-one today and made me come. I’m not real big on hanging with, what did you call them, the bitch pack? That’s funny, I’m stealing it,” she said with a smile, finding him funny and great looking.
What a fantastic combination! Now, if he’s great in bed that would be a trifecta!
“Steal it,” he said as his dark eyes twinkled with amusement.
She took a sip of her drink and peered at him over the ridge of the glass. He was much too good to be true. He held himself like a man, not some boy who was trying to get into her pants. This man had the look of a man who got his way.
“Would you allow me to take you home? I have a car outside. I’d love it if you’d let me give you a ride.”
“Sorry, I’m not that kind of girl,” she said then took another sip of her drink as he was getting under her skin and making her itch for him in a way she’d never done before. “You’re a complete stranger after all.”
“Smart girl,” he said with a smile.
Am I? Or am I just being a big chicken?
“Thanks,” she looked him over and just knew he had to be married. He was too good looking and well put together to be single. “You’re most likely married anyway. Have a house full of kids that you’re here to get away from.”
“What makes you say that?” he asked, looking a little confused.
She bit her bottom lip as she looked him over.
“Can’t say really. You just look like you’re used to getting your way. Not many single guys get their way very often.”
He held his left hand up.
“You will not find a tan line around this finger. I’ve never been married.”
She looked up at him. Her mind was spinning a bit with the knowledge he wasn’t married and that made him fair game. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” He moved a little closer to her. Her body warmed with the closeness and she wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped in his strong arms.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.” He moved a step closer and touched her waist, making her legs shake. “Old enough to teach you things you never thought about knowing before.”
Her insides melted. He was actually coming on to her. There was an actual chance she could feel this powerful man’s arms wrapped around her. His naked body touching hers.
Steele blushed with the naughty thoughts that were running through her head.
“I bet you could.”
“You should let me take you home.” He leaned into her, his hand moving from her waist to the small of her back, gently moving her body to his, their hips touching.
Steele had to fight the urge to give into the man. His face was so handsome and his body so rock hard. There had to be some downfall with the perfect man.
“I’m really not that kind of girl. There are plenty of easy ho’s around here though.” She peered up at him as she tried to take a step back, but his hand on the small of her back stopped her retreat. She found she loved the way he made her do as he wanted.
“I don’t do easy,” he said, and she found his mouth moving closer to hers. He wanted to kiss her. Right there in front of the whole bar, he wanted to take her mouth, and she wanted to let him so damn bad that she could already taste his lips.
He was so close to her she could feel the softness of his whisker covered face. Steele licked her lips.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
She was still the same young woman inside no matter how crazy her brain was thinking. Steele did not make out with strangers and she sure as hell didn’t do it in a bar with people watching.
He moved back a little. “Smart girl.”
“I am and you, sir, I dare say seem a little bit dangerous,” she took in a deep breath and backed another step away from him. Her body was yearning for his, a thing she knew wasn’t smart to give into.
He shook his head.
“A little dangerous, no.”
She surprised herself as she leaned back in close to him and whispered, “I have to tell you that you are the first man who actually made me think about doing what you asked though.”
He smiled, making her happy to see he really did want her. It was still running around her mind that he had to be fucking with her. He was gorgeous and out of her league in every possible way after all.
The other young women were coming back to the table she could tell by the way his eyes darted to the dance floor and a frown covered his handsome face. He kissed his fingertips and placed them on her lips.
“See you around then.” He turned and left, leaving a chill covering her body as he did.
Almost instantly she regretted not going with him. Gwen had her by the shoulders and steered her out to the dance floor not taking no for an answer any longer. Steele watched as the gorgeous man paid at the bar then left.
Her chance had gone, and she felt like an idiot for not taking him up on his offer. As she danced to the crappy music, she felt disappointment in herself. She’d wanted a man’s man, and he sure seemed like one.
His body and attitude commanded respect and attention. She was sure he could make her do just about anything he wanted her to. What did she want with a man like that anyway?
She wasn’t sure what she wanted with a man like that, but she did want him. And she’d missed out on that chance.
I’m an idiot!
The night went on and after an hour, she managed to sneak away from the bitch pack. She smiled and thought to herself that the man from earlier was clever and it was hard to find clever.
Out the door she went, the cool air making the skin on her bare arms goose-pimple. She ran her hands up and down them and silently cursed herself for wearing a sleeveless shirt after dark.
Down the sidewalk she went, making her way back the mile-long walk to her apartment.
Her eyes darted up as some damn guy focused his drunken gaze on her as he came towards her.
“Hey, baby, where you off too?” the drunk guy asked as he approached her.
Steele turned her head, ignoring the guy, but the drunk had the audacity to reach out and grab her arm, making her stop.
Oh no he didn’t!
She looked up to find his glassy ice-blue eyes glaring at her.
“Too good for me, or what? Not even a ‘fuck you’, can you be bothered with saying to me?”
Placing her hand in her purse to retrieve the pepper spray, she warned the fool, “Let me go.” She pulled the bottle out.
His words were slurred as he said, “Who do you think you are, bitch?” He yanked her arm hard, and that was all she could stand out of the asshole.
Steele pulled the pepper spray out of her purse in one swift motion and sprayed the drunk right in his drooping eyes.
He screamed and let her go. With the man out there, she had no choice but to go back to the bar and wait for him to leave the area so she could go home. She turned around and went right back even though it was the last place she wanted to be at that time.
Steele really wanted to go home and get into bed and think about the gorgeous man she let get away. What a fool she’d been, and it was highly doubtful she’d get a chance like that again.
She went back to the table and Gwen frowned at her.
“Where did you go, Steele?”
“I tried to go home, but a drunken asshole messed with me. I pepper sprayed him and now I have to wait for him to get lost before I can go home.” She sat back down, but Gwen took her hand and pulled her back out on the dance floor and made her dance some more.
The night was turning into exactly what she expected it would; a nightmare.
Three dances later Steele could take no more. Crazy drunk guy or not, she was leaving. The party had gone on too long for her and she headed out after letting Gwen know she was going and wishing her a happy birthday.
Just as she opened the door, she saw a wreck had happened right in front of the place and to her complete joy she saw the gorgeous man, sans his black suit jacket, standing at the back of a shiny black Escalade.
His back was to her, and she’d had just enough liquid courage to have her acting on her whim. She walked quietly up behind him, brushing her hand against his arm. “What happened?” she asked.
His eyes went wide as he turned back and saw her. “They wrecked. Um, hit each other, I mean, they smacked into one another. Fuck, you know what I mean, right?”
His stammering made her giggle. She was glad to see her presence had unnerved him. She smiled. “Nervous?”
“Me?” he asked in a high voice.
Her mind raced with the fact she made him nervous.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Hell no!” he said and slipped his arm around her waist.
Steele felt complete with his arm securing her as if she belonged to him. His arm was strong. She could feel his bicep beneath the long sleeve shirt pressing against her back. She longed to actually see the muscled arm.
Another tall man in a black suit came up to them. “Hi, I’m Paul.”
Steele gave the man a nod and a smile. She took notice of the way the man who had his arm wrapped tightly around her looked at the other man. Paul walked away and got in the driver’s seat.
“As you can see, that’s my driver, Paul. So you won’t be completely alone with a stranger if you allow me to drive you to your home,” he told her as he moved her along with him.
Not entirely sure it was smart to actually go through with accepting the man’s ride, she said, “I don’t think so. It’s very nice of you, don’t get me wrong.”
“It’s really not safe for you to walk. Please, just get in. I swear we’ll take you straight home. If anything happened to you and I saw you were hurt or God forbid something worse, it would haunt me forever,” he told her as he opened the door and gently pushed against her.
The way he gently was forcing her to do what he wanted secretly thrilled her. Though she knew it was most likely the most stupid and dangerous decision she’d ever made, she said, “I’d hate it if I haunted you. I think that would mean bad karma for me.” Looking deep into his eyes, she searched for the truth. “Promise me something.”
“Anything,” he said. “I think I could promise you anything?” His finger trailed over her collar bone and he looked just as deep into her eyes. Her body tingled with his touch and she was hot and ready for the man in an instant.
Feeling very vulnerable in the stranger’s hold she found something in his dark eyes that told her she could trust him. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”
“Why would you say that?” he asked as he pulled his hand back and searched her eyes.
She felt compelled to tell him how she really was. “It’s just that I don’t go places with strangers. I don’t do stupid or dangerous things.”
He took a step back. “You should run, little girl.”
His choice of words had her knowing she was about to show him she was no little girl.
“Should I, really? A little while ago I tried to walk home, and a guy grabbed me. I had to empty my pepper spray on his ass. So I’m quite defenseless and a nice, strong lawyer seems a safe bet. A hell of a lot better than taking the chance the prick I sprayed may be waiting to get even with me.”
“You know I saw you do that. You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself in situations you feel threatened in.”
“I know a little self-defense. If you did something I didn’t want you to for instance, you could be sure I’d take your balls in a vice-like grip and make you beg me not to rip them from your body.”
His laugh came from deep in his chest and she loved it.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself. And what if I did something to you, you wanted me to? What then?”
“I’m a big girl, I can take care of things. So, are you going to give me a ride or should I catch a cab?” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited to see if the man was all talk and no action.
“I should definitely put you in a cab. To be honest, I’m a bit afraid of you,” he said with a smile.
“I’m a bit afraid of you too,” she smiled back. “But what’s the fun in always playing it safe?” She didn’t even recognize the woman who was saying the words that were coming out of her mouth. This was not her, but her body was overruling her brain.
“By all means, climb into my lair, little girl.”
He held her hand as she got into the Escalade. Her heart pounded in her chest as she couldn’t believe herself. She stopped just short of moving all the way to the edge, staying in the middle.
His arm draped over the back of the seat and she leaned back and took in a deep breath. “I love the smell of leather,” she said as she let the breath out.
“Good.”
“Good?” she asked as she turned to look at him. “That’s an odd thing to say.”
Paul turned and looked back at the man. “Where to, boss?”
He looked at her with a smile. “Your place or mine?”
“Take me to my house, scoundrel. 555 Bayview Drive.” She looked at Paul. “Please, Paul.”
“Yes, my lady,” he said with a laugh and the privacy window between the front seat and the rest of the large SUV went up, making Steele shiver as they were completely alone in the very back of the long SUV.
The man’s arm moved down off the back of the seat to touch her shoulders. He pulled her closer. “Cold?”
“No, just out of my comfort zone,” she answered and ran her hands over her bare arms.
“You know, it’s okay to get out of that boring old comfort zone every now and again.” His mouth touched her neck for just a moment then he pulled it back. The way her stomach tightened had her thinking the man was probably going to be able to make her orgasm.
She turned to face him and found her breathing had increased and came a bit heavier than normal.
He was exciting the shit out of her without even really trying.
Slowly, he ran his fingertips over her lips as he gazed at them. She decided to let it all go and be the bad girl that she never was until that night. Steele parted her lips and pulled his finger into her mouth. Sucking it gently and running her tongue around it.
He watched her and took one of her hands, placing it on his growing cock. Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her mouth off his finger and looked at the lump he held her hand to.
Her eyes darted up to his as she put her fingers on the button of his slacks. Steele had never given a blow job, but for some reason she could think of little else other than getting the man’s cock into her mouth.
He gave her a nod, and she found herself giddy with excitement. She unbuttoned his slacks and pushed the black underwear down and a giant cock sprang out at her, making her gasp in awe of it.
Steele found that it was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever laid her eyes on. It surprised her how large it was, with a perfect tan color to it and not too veiny. She looked at him and silently asked if she could take the monster into her mouth.
He gave her another nod of approval and she took the thick cock in her hands, finding it felt like silk wrapped around a steel rod. Slowly, she placed her lips on top and licked the head. His hands ran through her hair and he moaned.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his dick as she moved her mouth up and down the long length of it a few times. Her hands holding it to cover where her mouth left. With no idea if she was even doing it right as it was her first time after all she found herself wanting to ask him if she was okay at it.
She stopped and looked at him.
“Why’d you stop, baby?” he moaned as he pulled at her hair.
“I wanted to know if I was doing it right. It’s my first time and if I’m doing it wrong and you’re up here laughing at me, it would make me very upset. So, am I doing it right? Is there anything I should be doing better? Do you think I should just stop even trying?”
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