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by E. L. Todd


  “We just told her about how you nearly burned Olives to the ground,” Bree said.

  I was seriously tempted to throw my beer on her. I gave her a cold look before I turned to my date. “I’m sure whatever version they told you was an exaggeration.”

  “Nope,” Ace said. “It was the complete truth. He tried to microwave foil, and the place nearly burned down.”

  Not one of my finest moments.

  Celeste rubbed her hand up and down my arm. “It’s okay. I do stupid stuff all the time too.”

  “Yeah, right,” Cypress said. “Not as dumb as this guy.”

  “Well, I’ve never almost burned down a restaurant,” Celeste said. “That part is true. But I was driving around town and got lost. I was so distracted by the street signs that I hit a pole. It sucked.” She shrugged it off. “Nobody’s perfect.”

  I actually thought she was really cool for telling me that. “Thanks for coming to my rescue since my friends are determined to be jerks this evening. I’m surprised they haven’t shown you any baby pictures yet.”

  “Actually…” Bree dug into her purse.

  “No baby pictures,” I said firmly. “I’ll murder all of you.”

  “What?” Bree asked sadly. “You were so cute as a baby.”

  “Well, obviously,” I said. “But that’s not the point.”

  Celeste chuckled. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind seeing them.”

  Bree grinned like a child about to get candy.

  Celeste moved her hand on my thigh under the table, her fingers gripping me gently but with enough pressure to make my blood run hot.

  If that was her way of persuading me, she was doing a damn good job. “Break out the photos.”

  We finally said goodbye to my friends before we walked outside and inhaled the cool air that blew in from the coast. It was my second date with this woman, but I really didn’t get the chance to enjoy it. I didn’t get to ask her about her day, ask about her life. I was too busy dealing with the idiots I called friends.

  “I’m sorry about them,” I said. “I told them I was coming here tonight, so they thought it would be fun to stop by.”

  “They really didn’t bother me.” Her hand squeezed mine, her skin beautifully soft. “They were nice.”

  “Are we talking about the same people?”

  “Oh, shut up,” she said. “They’re great, and you know it.”

  “They’re great when they’re being normal. That wasn’t normal.”

  “They just care about you. I think it’s cute. They wanted to scope me out and make sure I was a good fit.”

  “Well, I don’t care about their opinion.”

  She smiled and came closer into my side. “You do care. And I think that’s cute. You guys are like a family.”

  I couldn’t argue with that last part, no matter how annoyed I was. “We are family.” I walked her to the sidewalk before we turned and approached Ocean Street. I wanted to invite her over, but we hadn’t had a very intimate evening together. Jumping into bed probably wasn’t on her mind right now. “I’d like to take you out again, this time without the gang.”

  “That sounds nice. I’d love to.”

  “I’ll just have to cover my tracks, make sure they don’t know about the date. I know they’ll crash it.”

  She laughed. “Now that’s a little extreme.”

  “So, how about dinner at Casanova? It’s a nice place.”

  “That sounds delicious.” She turned around and pressed her body into me, her mouth close enough for a kiss.

  After that last embrace we’d had, I wasn’t walking away without another. It was the perfect memory to have when my fingers were wrapped around my cock and I was beating myself to the thought of her. I wasn’t ashamed of what I did. I found this woman immensely attractive, and I wanted to fuck her the moment I laid eyes on her. The fact that I actually liked her just made me more attracted to her.

  I was about to close in and kiss her when she leaned away.

  “You wanna come over?”

  I stilled as the blood pounded in my veins, circulating to one specific place between my legs.

  “I just know when I kiss you, I’m not going to want to stop.” Her lips nearly brushed against mine as she spoke. Her thick lashes covered her gaze from my view as she looked down. Since she was a foot shorter than me, I was always looking down to stare at her. It was straining on the neck but totally worth it. “My clothes are coming off…and yours are too.”

  Jesus Christ, that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard a woman say to me. And with that accent…damn. She was a wet dream. My cock had never been so hard in my life. It was about to burst through my zipper. “Lead the way.”

  I didn’t care that it was only the second date. I’d picked up women in bars all my life. We did the deed and went our separate ways, both satisfied the next morning. But I’d never purposely avoided having sex with a woman because I actually liked her. The second Celeste told me she wanted to get naked together, my restraint was gone.

  Hell no, I ain’t saying no to that.

  Her house was farther from town than my house was. The walk seemed long because we both had one thing on our minds. Her house was small and cozy with a garden blooming with roses. Once she got the door unlocked, I stepped into a beautiful French house, decorated in shades of white, gray, and black. Personal decorations were everywhere, reminding me of her native homeland. The artwork on the wall was all French landscapes, and even the smell was French, even though I had no idea what that would even smell like. A small white coffee mug sat on her coffee table, a large red lipstick mark smeared on the edge.

  Her arms were around my neck instantly, her mouth pressed to mine in a heated embrace. She took charge of the situation, taking what she wanted without thinking twice about it.

  I liked that.

  I liked a woman who knew what she wanted and didn’t wait for the guy to get on the same page. I liked her confidence. It made me even more attracted to her than I already was. My mouth moved with hers, and my hand tangled in her hair above the back of her neck. My other hand explored her waist, feeling the hourglass shape of her hips and tummy.

  My lips trembled slightly as I kissed her, so aroused I could barely contain everything that I felt. I was eager and desperate, needing this woman more than I’d ever needed a woman before. I’d been single for a long time, hooking up with beautiful women and then moving on with my life. No one ever kept my attention. They weren’t different or special. When I saw my friends find the people they loved, it made me feel lonely. I started to think there would never be the right woman out there for me.

  But she was different.

  I couldn’t explain why. It was something I just knew. I think I even knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.

  I backed her up into the first wall I could find and pressed her against it, using the strength of my body to pin her exactly where I wanted her to be. Now I pressed my hard cock against her, wanting to make her wet. Nothing turned on a woman more than knowing how turned on the guy was by her. I ground against her slightly, finding her clit through her dress and exerting the right pressure to make her tremble.

  She wrapped one leg around my hip and rested her heel against my ass, opening herself up to me and my hard cock. Her hands explored my arms, feeling the distinct lines between my biceps and triceps. Her fingertips felt the veins of my forearms, traveling down until she felt my wrist.

  She was an arm kind of woman.

  Thank god I hit the gym every day.

  Her nails dug into me before her hand traveled back up again, exploring me until she reached my shoulder. Her mouth never paused as she kissed me with beautiful, plump lips. I loved how they felt against my mouth, so luscious and delicious. Her lipstick had probably smeared across my mouth, but I didn’t give a damn. Maybe the color would appear on my cock by the end of the night.

  My phone started to ring in my pocket, but I ignored it. There was nothing that could stop me from kiss
ing this woman. A meteor could hit the earth, and I’d still explore her mouth with my tongue.

  My hands moved to her chest, and I groped both of her breasts through her dress, feeling the perky tits I’d jerked off to a few times. My thumb moved to flick over her nipples and felt them harden at my touch. I wanted to shove them into my mouth and suck them until they were raw.

  Damn, she was hot.

  My phone started to ring again. The only person who would call me this late would be someone in the gang. They probably had something to say about Celeste, but I didn’t care about their opinion right now.

  I wasn’t gonna answer that phone, not if a gun was pressed to my head.

  Celeste got fed up with it and yanked my phone out of my pocket. She answered it as she kept kissing me, her nails digging into my shoulder. “Blade can’t come to the phone right now because he’s getting laid.” She hung up and shoved the phone back into my front pocket.

  Goddamn, she was incredible.

  I kissed her harder and carried her up the stairs to the second level. I found the closest bedroom and dropped her on the bed before I yanked my shirt over my head.

  She slid to the floor and held herself on her knees. Her fingers worked my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, my boxers coming along. My hard cock appeared, the hair on my balls trimmed because I’d hoped this might happen tonight.

  I was proud of my cock, even though that made me a jackass. I was long and thick, possessing the kind of size that always hurt and pleased my women at the exact same time. I wasn’t the best guy to pop a cherry because I was too big for the first time.

  But for an experienced woman like Celeste, she was probably thrilled.

  She tilted her head and looked up at me before she pressed her plump lips against my balls. She licked the sensitive area and made me flinch and moan at the same time. Nothing was better than having a woman’s tongue against my balls.

  Jesus Christ.

  She licked to the base then grabbed my length and shoved it into her mouth.

  Oh god.

  She moved up and down my length slowly, her soaking mouth coating my skin. The grooves of her tongue felt perfect against my hardness, and I watched drops of saliva leak from the corners of her mouth. As she continued, her eyes watered in response, my dick obviously a little big for her to handle.

  Where had this woman been all my life?

  “Vous avez une grosse bite.”

  I had no idea what she’d just said, but it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Accents had never been a turn-on for me, but hearing this French babe talk to me like that was insanely arousing.

  She sucked me off for another minute, using her hand to jerk me at the same time.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  I grabbed her neck and pulled my cock out of her mouth. As much as I wanted to come in that hot, warm mouth, I wanted to fuck her in a different hole. I pulled my wallet out of my jeans on the ground and found the condom I’d hidden in there. I ripped the package in half then rolled the condom onto my length.

  She undressed at the same time, stripping down until she was completely naked.

  Shit, her tits were perfect.

  She crawled on the bed and held herself on all fours, her ass in the air and her slick pussy on display for me to view.

  Beautiful pussy.

  I had an out-of-body moment, watching the scene from a different angle. This was the hottest night I’d ever had in my life, and my level of arousal was making me a little insane. My cock was about to explode because it was too good to be true.

  I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her tight pussy, feeling the tightness all the way through. I had no problem moving inside her even though my condom wasn’t lubricated.

  She was that wet for me.

  I stopped when my entire length was sheathed.

  Fuck.

  She looked at me over her shoulder and started to move, her eyes locked to mine. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and between her shoulder blades. Her eyes were hypnotic as they looked into mine, staring into my soul without hesitation.

  I gripped her hips and thrust into her, shoving my entire length deep inside her every time.

  She gripped my forearm with her small hand, her body still turned so she could look at me. “Plus fort.”

  I didn’t know a single word of French, but my instincts interpreted her meaning. I fucked her harder, digging my fingers into her skin and pounding her relentlessly. My hand moved into her hair, and I gripped it with force. I had a good hold on her, and I wasn’t going to let go. As long as I was inside her, she was mine.

  She closed her eyes and her mouth opened. Redness flooded her cheeks as she rode a profound high, a loud scream erupting from her throat. She gripped me tighter and moaned louder, coming around my dick with a tightness similar to an anaconda.

  Now I wanted to come.

  I could last longer under regular circumstances, but after that combination of French words, sexy moans, and a nail-digging grip, I was lost. I wanted to have an orgasm that rivaled hers, to crumble apart with the same ecstasy.

  I leaned over her and pressed my chest into her back. I dominated her, pushing her against the bed until her stomach was against the mattress. My hips bucked harder as I pounded her into the sheets, reaching an orgasm so blinding I couldn’t see for several seconds. My existence was entirely electric, feeling the greatest sensation I’d ever known. I came in the condom but pretended I was filling her bare pussy with all the come I’d just released.

  It felt so damn good.

  I rocked into her when I was finished, releasing any extra drops I had. My face burrowed into the back of her head, smelling her hair as well as the sweat that had collected on the back of her neck.

  Now I was exhausted, drained.

  I kissed the back of her neck and her right shoulder, tasting her exertion. I wanted to crawl into her bed with her and sleep off my sex-drunken state. I wanted to wake up to her the next morning, fuck her again, and then head to work.

  I finally pulled out of her and excused myself to the bathroom. I unrolled the condom and did a double take when I saw how much come I’d deposited into the latex. Thankfully, I didn’t break through the condom with my load.

  I walked back into the bedroom and found her tucked under the sheets. Her eyes were already closed, and she hugged a pillow to her chest. She obviously had no intention of walking me out, so I assumed I was welcome to stay.

  I got into bed beside her and spooned her from behind. I placed my dick right between her ass cheeks, loving how perky and soft they were. My arm circled her chest, resting right over her beautiful tits. I’d probably be hard lying beside her like this all night, but I didn’t care.

  It was perfect.

  When I woke up the next morning, she was gone.

  I reached out to touch her soft skin, but the bed was empty beside me. Only the smell of flowers lingered behind. A second later, I heard the sound of pots and pans as well as the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee.

  It was a Thursday, so I had work and so did she. I got out of bed and threw on the clothes I’d been wearing the night before and walked downstairs.

  She was already dressed for the day. Her hair was pulled back into a braid that was also flipped into a bun. She wore a long-sleeved white blouse with buttons all the way up the front, denim skinny jeans, and brown leather sandals.

  Maybe it was just because she was making food, but she looked even more beautiful than she did last night—when she was naked. Bacon sizzled in the pan, and a plate was stacked high with fluffy pancakes.

  She was my dream woman.

  “You’re awake.” She set down the spatula and beamed at me with that smile that was more breathtaking than the morning sun.

  “I smelled something good.” My arms moved around her waist, and I pressed my forehead to hers in a greeting. “And not just you.”

  She leaned in and kissed me before she slid fro
m my grasp. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  I patted my stomach. “Just assume I’m always hungry.”

  “I’ve got pancakes and bacon. Would you like syrup and powdered sugar?”

  “Yes and yes.”

  She finished the last touches then carried everything outside to the sand-colored picnic table. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the sun shone down right on us. The ocean breeze was absent that morning, making it much warmer than it usually would be at this time of day.

  I sat across from her and couldn’t stop staring. I had a hot plate of food in front of me as well as a steaming mug of coffee, but I didn’t care about either of those things. All I cared about was the beautiful woman sitting across from me.

  She held her mug with both hands and blew the steam away. “What?”

  I couldn’t tell her what I was really thinking, so I said something else. “Thanks for making this.”

  “Cooking is my passion. I don’t mind.” Her own plate contained a single pancake and one slice of bacon. Mine was a mound of food that could barely fit on the white plate.

  I began to eat with my fork and watched her open a foreign newspaper. When I glanced at the top, I realized everything was written in French. She must keep up on the news of her mother country even when she was away. “What did you say to me last night?”

  “I don’t understand your meaning.”

  “When we were in bed together. You said a few things in French.” I didn’t need to know the translation to think it was sexy. Whatever her response was, it was still the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I’d done dirty-talk, role-playing, the whole nine yards. But nothing compared to that.

  “Oh…” She smiled, and her cheeks filled with color. “It doesn’t matter.”

  Now I really wanted to know. “Come on, baby. You can tell me.” I set my fork down and leaned my elbows on the table, silently pressuring her with my proximity.

  “I wasn’t really thinking last night. I was lost in the moment.” Her cheeks were still red, and she couldn’t stop smiling.

  “Whatever your answer is, I thought it was insanely hot. I could listen to you talk to me like that all day.”

 

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