“Thanks.” She hurried into the hall and read the text.
Did you say museum before you left or was I having a nightmare?
She texted back. You weren’t and I did.
He responded. A fucking what?
She shot back her answer. A muzeeeeeeum. Trust me.
He sent a freaked-out emoji then another text. When do I pick you up?
You don’t. I’ll drive. She texted the time she’d be at his place.
Seconds passed before he responded. You want to drive. Why?
So she could play with his head, not that she planned to tell him so. You’ll see. Later.
She pocketed her phone and strolled back into the kitchen, returning Mr. Grogan’s pleased smile.
Chapter Five
An hour before Krista was set to pick Jake up, he sent her a text.
What do I wear to a muzeeeeeeum?
Chuckling, she answered. Your gun for sure.
He sent a rolling-eye emoji then texted, Besides that.
She couldn’t help being mischievous. You’d look great in a tux.
His response popped up instantly. A fucking what????????
She chuckled. Your jeans and a tee will do. Don’t shave or comb your hair.
He answered. Why?
She thought the reason was obvious. You look good rumpled.
He sent kissy lips.
She cradled her phone to her chest, no different than a lovesick teen, then got busy dressing for their date.
When she got to his house, he was already outside, his face red from the sticky heat.
He plopped in the passenger seat and positioned the vents to blow on him. “You’re late.”
“I’m five minutes early. Why didn’t you wait inside? Why’d you comb your hair?”
He got a sheepish look. “Forgot. But I didn’t shave. Whoa.” He gaped at her outfit.
Exactly the reaction she wanted. She’d worn a short black skirt, a black-and-white-striped crop top that crisscrossed over her breasts, and her high heels from the other night, since he liked them so much. “I take it you approve?”
He nodded vigorously then pointed. “Why’d you get dressed up? I look like a bum.”
Wrong. His navy tee and battered jeans hugged him in the right places. His leather sandals were cool, too. No other guy she’d met could match his effortless masculinity. “You look like you just rolled out of bed.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, I know.”
“That’s a good look.” She held his face. “Trust me.” She kissed him deep and thorough, making certain to tousle his hair before she pulled free.
He sagged against the seat. “Why don’t we stay in the car instead of going to a museum? I don’t mind.”
“And have you miss out on a fun afternoon? No way. Put on your seat belt.”
He crossed his arms. “Why? Afraid I’ll jump out of the car before we get there?”
She gave him a pouty look. “Are you going to be a problem today?”
Laughter shook his shoulders. He pulled on his belt. “I swear if this sucks, I’ll never let you forget it.”
“And rightfully so.” She eased onto the street.
He kept shifting in his seat, checking out their direction, then pointed at the street sign. “We’re going to Miami?”
“Technically, Miami Beach.”
“There’s a museum there?”
“Oh yeah.” She smiled smugly.
He pulled out his smartphone.
“Uh-uh.” She snatched the device. “You’re not googling anything.”
“Why?”
She wanted today to be a surprise. “Because it’s my car and I’m driving.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned against his door. “I’ll be certain to remember the rules when I’m in charge.”
“I hope you do.” She batted her eyelashes at him.
He rubbed his mouth but couldn’t hide his smile, or his surprise when she pulled up to their destination and parked.
“World Erotic Art Museum?” He bent down to get a better view from his window. “Is this for real?”
“Yep.” She popped her door. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” He hurried around to help her from her side. “Have you been here before?”
“No, but I heard the guys at work talking about it and checked out the website and reviews. They’re way better than the ones Here 4 U gets for anyone except me.”
Jake grew serious, concern in his eyes. “Those pricks still giving you a hard time?”
She didn’t want to tell him about the poster and ruin his mood. The crap at work didn’t matter—only these moments did. “We ignore each other and do our jobs, like we should. I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”
His unease deepened. “You would tell me if they crossed any lines, right?”
“They won’t. I can take care of myself. The only trouble I’m having is getting you inside that building.” She smacked his ass. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Besides you being so bossy?” He hauled her close and held her chin. “I’m not sure I like that.”
She sagged against him. “No? You prefer being a Dom?”
Surprise flashed in his eyes. “You mean like with kink?”
“Uh-huh.”
He held her more tightly. “You’re into that?”
“Bondage and submission is a super turn-on.”
He stared. “You’ve done those things before?”
“No.” She nuzzled his neck. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it with you. Are you into the lifestyle?”
“Not hardly. I, ah, haven’t done anything like that, either. No one ever suggested it.”
Best answer ever. They were both virgins at it and could explore their preferences together. “We’ll have to do something about that, but first we check out the smut here.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He kissed her tenderly—what she considered appreciatively—then took her hand.
She held back prior to entering the building.
He looked over. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to tell you something before we go inside.” She chewed her lip.
His apprehension returned. “What?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“No, go on. I’ll listen. Whatever it is, I won’t judge.”
Her heart opened even more to him. Still, she hesitated.
“Go on, please.”
“Okay.” She leaned up and pressed her mouth to his ear. “I’m not wearing panties.”
Chapter Six
Jake reeled.
The prospect of Krista’s bush and cunt exposed beneath her short skirt stole coherent thought and made his cock shoot to attention.
He’d been wrong before. She wasn’t something. She was fucking one of a kind. He planted his hands on his hips. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She affected an innocent look. “What? Coming here?” She gestured to the building. “I don’t know if I like it or not. We. Haven’t. Gone. Inside.”
If he’d had his way, they wouldn’t. At least until he mounted her and satisfied his excruciating need for everything she was.
He fingered her skirt that fell in loose folds around her legs. “You better hope the wind doesn’t pick up today.”
She stroked his tee. “Why’s that?”
“I’d have to arrest you for indecent exposure.”
“Yeah? Bring it on.” She cupped his balls.
So much pleasure bolted through him, he nearly shouted. Thankfully, they were the only ones out here, melting in the heat. He struggled for air. “Do you want me to come in my jeans?”
“My mouth or pussy would be better.”
“Agreed. Let’s go inside.” He pulled her into the building then stopped and pointed. “I expect you to behave.”
She sucked his finger between her lips and talked around it. “If you insist.”
They were the only ones in the elevator leading up to the museum.
She eyed him, her gaze smoldering, hand creeping beneath her skirt. “Think anyone would notice if we stopped this baby for some afternoon delight?”
“Don’t even think it.”
“Prude.”
He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “Is that what you think?”
“Until you show me otherwise.”
She was asking for it, and he intended to deliver as soon as they finished here. “You’re on.”
“For what and when?”
“You’ll see…later.”
She gave him the finger.
Grinning, he escorted her from the elevator, planning to make fast work of their stay in this place.
It proved as big as a grocery store. According to Krista, it boasted twenty rooms and erotic stuff from way back when to now. Like a good boy, he followed her, paying more attention to how she felt leaning against him than what she pointed out. The times he viewed the artwork, it depicted naked women. Definitely better than a regular museum with paintings of flowers and dead rulers. The best, however, was her not wearing underwear.
The coolest surprise she could have given him.
His cock thickened, wanting back inside her. They’d been apart for less than two days, and already he was lonely for her heat and caress.
He grabbed her hand and walked faster.
“Whoa.” She stopped and tugged him back. “You’re going to miss the good stuff.”
“Such as?” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “There’s going to be a live show with screwing and everything?”
“Not unless we star in it. I’m game if you are.”
You are bad. He eased back and feigned irritation. “Then what exactly am I missing?”
“You’ll see.”
He was beginning to dread those words but dutifully followed her.
Lucky for him he did. There were numerous sculptures showing couples going at it in unbelievable positions he’d never try. One display had what he guessed was a male skeleton humping a female one. There were chess sets with X-rated figures for the pieces, dolls or puppets going at it BDSM style with one chained around the neck, furniture boasting indecent nudes on the arms, a drawing where the guy’s dick was possibly four feet long…
He lingered at that one, amazed at the cock’s length—curious, too, as to how hard that would be to drag around in real life.
She pulled him past it and another sketch showing Popsicles that were really two dicks stuck together, to a chair where the seat was testicles and the back a huge cock, a statue with a schlong longer than a firehose, and a musical instrument sporting boobs.
At last she stopped at a white blob. “Take a look at that.”
The thing rocked back and forth. Wait. It wasn’t a thing, but a cock and balls made from some smooth material. He grinned. “I want one of those. That is too cool.”
Krista bumped his arm. “It’s from A Clockwork Orange.” She gestured to the movie poster then took his picture on her cell phone next to the artwork. “I knew you’d enjoy this place.” She leaned in. “Think of what we could do if we rode that thing. Me on the bottom, you on top.”
Dizzy, he tried to clear his lewd thoughts. “Is there more stuff like this?”
“There’s a bed.”
He didn’t want to guess what she meant. “Not for customers, right?”
Laughing, she tugged him to the next display. “Nope. It’s a special bed.”
“Show me.”
“Not until we look at the other stuff.” She chucked his chin. “You’re too impatient.”
He snuggled his mouth to her ear. “Once I get you alone…”
“I can’t wait.”
She directed him to the other junk that was okay, but it wasn’t the Clockwork Orange thing. He was prepared to steer her back to it when she brought him to a humongous four-poster.
Holy shit. He rounded the thing. The posts were giant engraved cocks.
She gestured to one. “Those are Kama Sutra scenes.”
He nodded, not noticing, unable to get over the dicks. He figured there weren’t a lot of women who’d allow something like this in their bedroom.
Krista caressed his ass.
Luckily, no one was around to see. He snapped her picture on his cell phone, the indecent posts in the background. “You’re not behaving.”
“Punish me for it later.” She gestured to the bed. “You want one of these, too?”
He hadn’t gotten past her first comment. “Punish? Later? As in spanking?”
She ran her foot up his leg. “I’m looking forward to it.” Expectation lit her face. “You ready to split?”
He was, though not for what she thought. He put out his hand. “This time, I drive.”
“Are you insured?”
Laughing, he smacked her ass, since they were still alone. “Give me the keys. Now.”
“Yes, sir.” She dug in her purse and dropped them in his palm. “Do you remember the way to my place?”
“We’re not going there.”
She slipped her arm through his and yanked him from the room. “Your place it is.”
“We’re not going there, either.”
She halted.
He didn’t, jerking her forward, unwilling to stop.
Once in the car on the passenger side, she stared at him.
He pretended not to notice.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He offered nothing more, driving in silence, finally pulling up to a luxury apartment complex facing the Atlantic.
She gripped the dash and leaned forward, peering out the front window. “What is this place? It’s empty.”
“I know. The interiors aren’t finished yet.” He jumped out on his side and opened her door.
“We’re going in? How?”
He returned her keys and pulled out his. “With this.” He fingered the correct one.
She tapped her foot. “You work security here, too?”
“Baby, I have to make a living. Come on.” With his arm around her shoulders, he guided her to the front door, let them in, and shut off the alarm.
Her eyes goggled at the gold, marble, and fancy furnishings. “I thought you said this wasn’t finished.”
“The apartments aren’t. This part is. Let’s go.” He rushed her to an elevator. It, like the entrance, boasted gold trimming and countless mirrors.
Krista turned a slow circle.
He pressed the button for the top floor, waited until they reached the fifth, then hit the red knob to stop the thing.
The elevator shivered gently.
She looked over at him then backed away.
Didn’t stop his approach. He pinned her against the mirrored wall. “You’ve been a handful today. You need to learn your place.”
“Yeah?” She spoke breathily, as he liked. “What do you plan to do?”
“Everything I want.” He kissed her but didn’t let her soft lips and heated mouth distract him from his goal. Once he had his wallet in hand, he took out a rubber then pulled his mouth free.
She blinked slowly, her lips damp. “You came prepared.”
“Fuck that. I only have four more in here.” He lifted his wallet. “I should have brought the whole box, and would have, but you didn’t tell me you wouldn’t be wearing panties.”
“You like?”
“What do you think?” He undid his jeans, pushed them and his boxer briefs to his knees, then sheathed his thickened cock. “Lift your skirt. I want to see what I’m getting.”
A blush stained her cheeks. Obediently, she raised her skirt to her waist.
Sweet Jesus. He had to lock his knees to keep standing. She wore a thin gold chain around her hips. It, her creamy skin, and furry mound were more than any sane man could bear without wanting to love her until time ended.
She tilted her head. “You like?”
He wanted nothing more or anyone else. Scary stuff he didn’t intend to dwell on. “I do.”
She smiled.
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It was so glorious, he couldn’t delay any longer and cupped her naked ass then pulled her up.
Once she’d wrapped her arms about his shoulders and her legs around his hips, he plunged inside her cunt.
God, god, god. He trembled at her snug fit and heat. No matter how deep he burrowed, he couldn’t get close enough.
She clung to him. He did the same to her.
Their frantic kiss evolved into tenderness then back to brutal need. He liked both and craved her. Drunk on her fragrance, warmth, and softness, he stroked her clit and thrust.
A whimper poured from her then a moan. She clawed his tee.
He thumbed her nub and pumped forcefully.
Perspiration dampened them. Their scents mingled, creating a new one belonging to them alone. He warned himself against thinking such corny shit but couldn’t stop. It seemed right for the moment.
She kissed his neck then suckled hard.
It stung. He pressed closer to her. “Are you giving me a hickey?”
“Uh-huh.”
No other woman had done that. He wouldn’t have allowed it.
Her, he didn’t stop.
He rubbed her clit faster and harder, thrusting his cock into her cunt without pause, his energy at a stratospheric level, his tension building to an unacceptable point. He had to come but didn’t want to. His orgasm would mark the end. Prolonging pleasure would delay tonight, tomorrow, and the following days when this was in the past.
She grunted indelicately then tightened her pussy around his cock, timing her movements to when he was nearly out of her, heightening the friction between them.
Holy fucking shit. He needed to screech for her to stop. She was killing him and forcing them to climax.
Without wanting to, he shot over the rainbow straight into paradise. Shocking delight whizzed through him faster than Superman could outrun a speeding bullet. Being ordinary and no saint, Jake succumbed to the inevitable, letting bliss surround him.
Krista moaned her own release, her pussy going wild around his cock, the pulsations quick and pronounced.
She caught her breath first and smoothed back his hair. “You’re getting really good at this.”
He barked a laugh then, despite his fatigue, pulled her away from the wall and smacked her ass. “Getting good?”
She ran her knuckles down his cheek. “I don’t want you getting a swelled head.”
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