“No, I’m back-up tonight,” he replied, nodding his head toward Dana. “And you are?” “Dana. We’re sisters,” she said, gesturing toward Nora.
“Nice. Do you guys work for Epstein, Berman and Klein?” he asked, looking back and forth between them.
“Hell no. Nora is a doctor and I’m married to the Berman in that Jewish trio. I’m a dancer, actually,” Dana boasted, with all the confidence in the world.
Nora was always impressed by how self-assured her sister was. She could be herself in any scenario, whether she was talking to a C.E.O., a waiter or a celebrity, she was always perfectly at ease.
“That’s cool. Are you a G.P.?” he asked Nora, a note of curiosity in his voice.
“Actually, no. I got my doctorate in Psychology. I have a practice downtown,” Nora explained, hoping to sound as confident as her twin.
“She’s brilliant,” Dana bragged, patting her sister on the shoulder, “as well as beautiful.”
Gage smiled warmly at Nora, his eyes searching hers. She could feel herself blushing, but forced herself to maintain the eye contact, wishing she could borrow some of her sister’s bravado. She shrugged and returned his smile, as if to say ‘she’s my sister, she has to say that.’
“Well, I won’t disagree with that,” he offered shyly, looking down at her. Nora chuckled inwardly, flustered by his compliment. She wished she had more time to chat with him. He seemed like a really nice guy.
As if on cue, his teammate shouted out to him, “Dude, we have to go.” Gage nodded, then turned back to the women in front of him.
“It was great meeting you. Enjoy the game,” he said, offering his hand again. Dana shook it first, then Nora. She smiled to herself when she realized that he held her hand for just a few seconds longer than he needed to.
“Good luck tonight, Gage,” Nora blurted, a little louder than she should have. “Call me Coop,” he insisted, chuckling as he walked away.
Dana pulled up beside her sister and clutched her arm. “Holy hottie,” she chirped.
“I’d say, and sweet too,” Nora agreed curiously. She watched him say his goodbyes to the others, unable to tear her eyes away until he walked out of the room.
* * *
The Kings played an exciting match with the Calgary Flames and won in overtime. She sat on the edge of her seat the entire time. Their seats were fantastic for catching every play, and the best part was that they were right beside the players. In fact, Coop sat at the end of the bench, only a matter of feet from Nora. She couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him on occasion, he looked so hot in his gear. She tried to make it look as casual as possible, but every now and then he caught her eye and smiled. She had to laugh when a couple of young puck bunnies sitting a few rows back shouted out, ‘Marry me, Coop!’ It was loud enough to turn heads, including poor Gage’s. She could see his teammates ripping on him, but he took it in stride and gave them a little wave.
That was one of the moments when he caught her grinning at him. He just smirked back at her and shrugged his shoulders, a blush rising in his cheeks. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. Embarrassed, she quickly looked away, feeling like a star struck teenager instead of the professional woman she pretended to be. Her sister gave her a sharp poke in the ribs as if to say, ‘check him out!’ She playfully shoved her back with a look that said, ‘cut it out, he might see you.’ Dana just laughed at her, unfazed. Sisters—they always kept you humble.
As soon as the players finished congratulating each other, they made their way off the ice. Coop took a short detour and skated right past Nora’s seat, nodding gallantly at her. Her legs instantly turned to liquid, apparently forgetting she was nearly thirty and not fifteen.
All in all, it had been a great night. She got to hang out with her sister, watched an exciting hockey game from awesome seats with VIP treatment, and got to meet an NHL player. One who happened to be a stud.
Suddenly, Leo popped into her mind. In just a few short days she would be seeing him again. She wondered if life could get any better.
Chapter 7
Leo
“Come on in, I just need a couple more minutes to get ready,” Nora sputtered as she gestured for Leo to step inside. She seemed flustered as she offered him a quick hug, wearing only the bathrobe she had on the first night they met.
“There was an accident on the 110, so my commute took almost two hours. I already showered, I just need to get dressed. Do you want to pour yourself a glass of wine?” she asked, making her way back to her bedroom.
“I’m not drinking tonight. I just found out I’m on call, covering a buddy who called in sick. Don’t worry about me, just go do what you need to do,” Leo assured, wandering curiously around the apartment. “There’s no hurry, anyway. The DJ doesn’t spin until 9:00.”
Her home seemed cozy and well loved. It was the kind of place that looked lived in and welcoming. It was inviting and made him feel comfortable, and he liked that. The layout was open concept, and obviously designed to look shabby chic, with big comfortable furniture and kitschy artwork. The retro end tables were painted off-white and had a distressed finish, each one adorned with matching Tiffany lamps. The walls were colored a pleasing eggshell blue, and one entire wall was a built in book shelf, stuffed to the brim with different types of literature, textbooks, family photographs in mismatched frames, and funky trinkets that appeared to come from various countries around the world. Her dining room table was an old country door, painted white to match the end tables, with benches on either side in place of chairs. The chairs were turquoise, with a shiny lacquer polish. Her place definitely matched her personality, Leo mused.
He made himself comfortable on the couch and picked up a Time magazine from the coffee table. He had only read through the first few pages when Nora walked back into the room. Leo stood up immediately, hoping she would appreciate the gesture. She rewarded him with a brilliant smile.
“Wow, you look great!” Leo said, quick with the compliment and walking right over to greet her. She wore a sexy black cross-over dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, along with a pair of strappy sandals that buckled around her ankles. He wondered just what was under that dress and hoped he would find out sooner rather than later.
“Well worth the wait, although you looked pretty good in that bathrobe, too,” he teased, flashing her a cheeky grin, happy that he was able to coax a laugh out of her.
“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself,” she flattered, inching herself toward him. “That’s a really great suit. Armani?”
Leo nodded and held his arms open, inviting her into his embrace. She allowed him to give her a proper hug. He inhaled deeply, her scent intoxicated him, imprinting itself in his memory. He kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him, raising her chin in a welcoming gesture. He didn’t waste the moment and swiftly brought his mouth down on hers, sharing a kiss even more passionate than the one they had shared when parting after their first date. She tentatively parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth, a soft moan announcing her approval.
His arousal was no surprise, but if they continued kissing like this much longer, Leo doubted they would make it to the club. He was ready to fuck her right then and there, and his swollen cock was in full agreement. She must have sensed his need because she placed her hands on his chest, gently gesturing for him to stop. She looked up at him, her eyelids heavy with need. He was glad to see that she was as turned on as he was.
“We need to either leave this apartment right now, or you will need to slip back into that bathrobe,” Leo teased, using his fingertips to brush her hair away from her eyes, a gesture that he knew women found hard to resist.
“Mmmmm, tempting,” Nora purred, kissing his chin softly, “but you promised me a dance.”
“That’s true, and have I got some moves to show you,” he grinned, playfully spinning her around.
“On the dance floor or in the bedroom?” Nora baited, tempting his li
bido.
“Which would you prefer?” Leo flirted slyly, and without skipping a beat, pulled her in for another quick kiss.
“Mmmmm, I haven’t decided yet,” she teased, easing herself out of his embrace. “Let’s see how you do on the dance floor first.”
She winked at him and headed for the door, inviting him to follow with a nod of the head. “Sounds like a challenge, Nora,” Leo chuckled, following her to the door.
“Well, it wouldn’t be as much fun if I just laid down and lifted my skirt, now would it?” she chirped back playfully, her sassiness enticing him.
“I don’t know about that,” Leo jeered, certain she was right.
He didn’t mind chasing his dinner first, working up a bit of an appetite. He would be more than happy to eat her later, he thought mischievously, opening the door for her.
She smirked at him, shaking her head derisively and walked out ahead of him. His eyes landed on the juicy curve of her ass and he moaned softly, closing her door behind them.
* * *
The Grenada Club was the place to be on Thursday nights. They had a fantastic DJ that kept the dance floor moving, mixing it up with cha-cha, bachata, salsa, and merengue tunes. It had been over a year since Leo had been there and he was happy to see it was still hopping. As soon as he heard the Latin music playing, he was reminded of how much he loved to dance. He hoped that even if Nora was not a good dancer, she would at least be open to trying. The last time he brought a date here, she refused to dance at all, in spite of Leo’s coaxing, so they just sat at the bar and listened to the music, watching other people have all the fun. After that disaster he hadn’t returned, not wanting to duplicate the experience. Until today.
Leo escorted Nora to a booth and they sat down. He was happy to see that she was smiling and took it as a great sign. He’d had a good feeling about her from the moment they met, and hoped she would be down for the scene. After the waitress took their drink order Leo slid closer to Nora and took her hand in his. He surveyed the room, admiring the young crowd mixing it up on the dance floor. Especially the women, who dressed in provocative clothing under the multicolored lights, their body parts flashing while their partners shimmied them around the room. Their energy was infectious.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, loud enough to be heard above the beat of the Latin music.
He gestured around the room so she would understand what he was asking. Nora nodded her approval, her eyes glowing with excitement. She looked hot tonight. She had changed her hair from their last date, this time curls framed her pretty face, making her look fresh and youthful. He nodded his approval, and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. She seemed pleasantly surprised, as though she was unaccustomed to public displays of affection. So she was a little shy, he thought, he kind of dug it. It would be fun coaxing her out of her shell.
“Let’s dance,” he ordered playfully, not giving her a chance to decline.
He slipped out of the booth first and then helped her stand up. She didn’t hesitate at all, smiling as Leo led her out on the floor. He pulled her in close, dancing her into the middle of the crowd, effortlessly avoiding the gyrating, sweaty bodies encircling them. Nora was tentative at first, but soon she was swinging her hips and laughing as Leo embraced, dipped and spun her around to the sultry Latin rhythms. She was a natural dancer and looked damn sexy doing it.
They danced for close to an hour, touching, teasing and connecting with each other, moving in perfect rhythm with each other until their feet begged for a break. Finally, they made their way back to their booth and found their drinks waiting for them, ice melted but untouched. A gin and soda for Nora, and the same for Leo, minus the gin. They sat down and picked up their glasses, toasting each other wordlessly, each of them taking a long sip before setting them down again.
“I haven’t danced in years!” Nora shouted, ensuring Leo would hear her.
“You are actually pretty good! Did you take lessons?” he wondered, pleased to have a partner that could keep up with him, especially someone as sexy as Nora.
“Yes. My sister and I both, although she is much better. She dances professionally. You might have seen her on Dance With Me. She’s in the troupe,” she explained, doing her best to be heard over the noise.
Leo smiled and shook his head. He didn’t watch much reality television, but was impressed nevertheless.
“I haven’t seen it,” he replied loudly in return. “You can really move. What were you trained in?”
Nora looked at him carefully, trying to read his lips and then smiled in understanding.
“Ballroom and Latin, but I stopped lessons once I went to college. I was too busy with everything,” she trailed off, her words getting lost in the din.
“What?” Leo asked, missing her last few words. Nora shook her head, appearing mildly amused by the level of the music.
“Forget it, let’s just dance,” she giggled, shimmying her way out of the booth. “Too noisy to talk!”
Leo let Nora lead him out on to the dance floor again. They arrived just as a cha-cha ended and a sultry rumba began. Perfect, Leo thought, a slow one. He couldn’t have timed it any better.
He pulled her in close, stroking his hands up and down her body—taking advantage of the moment, the music, and the mood. Nora accepted his romantic caresses, moving her body sensually to the rhythms, grinding herself into him with deliberate intent. She appeared lost in the music as well, and just as turned on as he was. In fact, he was so turned on he had to remind himself that they were in a dance hall filled with hot, horny strangers, instead of the privacy of his bedroom.
Nora melted her back against his chest while his hands explored her, his fingertips outlining her body, from the curve of her hip all the way up her torso, finally tracing the inside of her breast. She shuddered under his seduction, his mouth inches from her neck, his breath cooling her damp flesh. His erection pressed against her ass, straining to pleasure her, in spite of the layers of clothing between them.
“God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear. She sighed deeply, and turned around, allowing him to dip her. He brought his mouth gently down on hers before raising her to her feet again. Her green eyes were soft with need, pleading for something more.
“Let’s get out of here, huh?” he suggested hopefully. He pulled her close enough to feel the hardness of his cock, so she would have no doubt what he wanted from her. She smiled knowingly at him and nodded, and with no hesitation, he led her off the dance floor.
As soon as the tab was paid, he escorted her to his car, stopping every now and then to kiss her. He couldn’t believe how into her he was. Yes, he wanted to fuck her, but more than that, he wanted to please her. Curiously, he hadn’t felt that way about a woman in a very long time.
Chapter 8
Nora
Nora’s attraction for Leo was undeniable, and their chemistry was off the charts. She had always considered herself a lady, modest to a fault, but when he held her on that dance floor she was ready to drop her panties right then and there. He couldn’t get her home fast enough.
Leo was a fiery, passionate man, no question. She loved how comfortable he was with his body, and how open he was about expressing his needs. It was refreshing, and such a contrast to her modesty. He made her feel safe to explore her own desires. He made her feel beautiful and sexy.
Neither of them spoke much on the drive home, as though words would have broken the spell they were under. Leo’s hand was on her thigh the entire way, kissing her at almost every red light, and it was during one of those hot kisses that his hand slipped over her wet panties to gently massage her clit. Her body responded so intensely she just about went through the roof of the car. Had the light not turned green she would have cum for him, right then and there.
By the time they walked into her apartment, she was ready to be fucked. It was clear to Nora from the get go that Leo was a ladies man, or a player to anyone who wasn’t 80. She had every intention of getting to know
him better before sleeping with him, but her body had different ideas and at the moment her libido was fully in charge and willing to sacrifice her principles.
Nora freshened up in the bathroom and found Leo on the couch where she had left him. He held his hand out to her, gesturing for her to come to him. As quickly as she took his hand, he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her passionately. Although his tongue was eager to find hers, his kisses were slow and sensual. She appreciated his control. He laid her back on the couch, still kissing her, and tucked himself in beside her, exploring her body with his free hand. She sighed softly, unable to hide her desire. She wanted him to touch her, to tease her, to make her cum.
He seemed completely tuned in to her needs, sensing exactly what she wanted. He slipped his hand slowly down her body and loosened the ties on her dress revealing her bare skin and lacy lingerie underneath. Leo groaned the moment he saw her, and buried his face in her neck, sucking on her soft sensitive skin. Nora gasped, her body tingling from the intense sensation. His teeth grazed her flesh, hovering in that sweet spot between pleasure and pain, intensifying her yearning for him.
She raised her hips to meet his hand as it curiously made it’s way down her body, and over the curve of her belly. Words were unnecessary, he understood her body language perfectly, slipping the palm of his hand over her mound. Nora moaned deeply, signaling her consent in a way that no man could resist. He intuitively massaged her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure for her body to respond. That wasn’t an easy trick, and she was impressed by his skill. He seemed so connected to her, his eyes watching her intently, waiting for her signals. Just as the first wave of her pleasure surged, he brought his lips down on hers again, deliciously crushing her mouth. Fingers, lips, tongue, mouth, his eagerness was enough to send her over the edge and she came with surprising intensity, quivering under his touch.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he croaked, barely managing to utter the words. She could feel the pressure of his swollen cock against her leg and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
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