“What?”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t lead you astray.” Max winked, slipping her shoes on at the door. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” How she managed to get the words out as she hauled ass out of my place, I don’t know.
No panties. Could I do that, or would it send Preston the wrong message? Was there even a right message to send? I had no clue and I didn’t want to start the date stressed, so I went to find myself some liquid courage. I needed to calm down — no good would come of letting Preston see how much he affected me.
When the bell finally rang, I took a deep breath and pulled the door open with a smile. “Damn, Preston, you clean up good.” He wore black slacks and a blue shirt that made his eyes glitter like sapphires.
He laughed, and the adorable blush that stole up his cheeks only made him more attractive. As he looked at me, his gaze darkened, and the heat of it infused my skin. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to tear my eyes away or keep my hands off you tonight.” He leaned in for a kiss and paused a breath away from my mouth. “Can I ruin your lipstick, Nina?”
Yes, please. “I don’t know, can you?”
His laugh was deep and rumbling, his smile slow and seductive as he closed the space between us, spearing his fingers through my hair to bring us nearer until his mouth was on mine.
Holy hell, could the man kiss. His tongue slid back and forth along the seam of my mouth before slipping inside. The kiss was a simmering heat, just waiting to boil over — and damn, how I wanted it to boil over. Especially when he gripped my ass and brought me right up against that long, hard ridge of deliciousness.
Right where I wanted him, but with the added inconvenience of our clothes. Minutes later, Preston pulled back, a sleepy smile on his face.
“My lipstick feels ruined, is it ruined?”
He chuckled and pulled me in close, pressing a laughing kiss to my lips. “It’s perfect. Let’s go, before all my good plans go out the window and my evening boils down to being buried deep inside you.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Nope, come on. The night is still young.”
A shiver passed through me at the way he wrapped his around around mine, and gently pulled me out of my place. “Imagine what could happen if we stayed in….” After seeing the look on Preston’s face when he saw me, I’d been grateful for Max’s no panty advice, but now, with my thighs dampened, I secretly cursed her.
“You’re a temptress, you know that?” His grin flashed, but he looked as confused by this thing between us as I felt.
“Me? I’m just me, Preston,” I reminded him as we approached his vehicle. “So, let’s go see what this whole date business is all about.”
Maybe it was that panty-incinerating kiss, or maybe it was just being around Preston, but my nerves settled quickly and we enjoyed a companionable drive to the restaurant getting to know each other better.
“Are you ready for the best meal of your life?” He parked the Escalade and looked over at me, his expression so serious that I reigned in my own excitement and nodded.
“That’s a big promise,” I informed him. “I hope I’m not disappointed.”
Based on the smells wafting out from the building in front of us, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed, but riling Preston up was quickly becoming one of my favorite things.
He was a perfect gentleman, opening my car door and helping me out, and he even kept his hand on the small of my back as he guided us to the restaurant. It was a nice place, bistro style with dark wood tables and chairs, a black-and-white tiled floor, and jazzy French music playing softly in the background.
“It’s great, isn’t it?”
It was more than great. In fact, it was casual sophistication at its finest. But I’d never seen it before. “Where did you take me?”
“We’re in Cheshire, about ten miles outside Tulip. There are no signs, and if we drive another five miles, we’ll be in another town.”
“So, is this your typical first date place?”
“What? No.” He tried — and failed — to look affronted. “Okay, I found out about this place because of a first date. I kept the place but not the date.”
“Okay.” The restaurant had a cozy feel and a nice view of the stars blinking in the sky. After leading us to a private table, the waitress left us with small leather menus and ice water, and as I began reading the list of entrées, I suddenly felt inadequate. “What is a Cornish hen, exactly?”
Preston’s smiled was gentle, helpful, and not at all mean-spirited. “It’s a bird without enough meat on its bones.”
I hadn’t been expecting that for an answer, but it was enough. “What do you recommend?” Everything was expensive, labeled with foreign names that I barely understood. I was able to pick up enough to know it was all very fancy.
“Everything here is good. Fresh.” Which was helpful, I supposed, but not exactly what I was looking for. “Just order what sounds good,” he guided. “Unless you want me to order for you?”
I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me, but I felt too relaxed. And my body couldn’t stop remembering that kiss. “Okay. And I’ll order for you.”
He blinked, but showed no other sign of hesitation. “Okay,” he agreed. “No food allergies.”
“Me either.” And it became a game, each of us trying to find the perfect dish for the other. “What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“Ever?”
“Of course, ever. I’m trying to win here, Preston; work with me.” His laugh was full of life and delight, which drew a smile from me.
“Win what, exactly?”
“This dish game, whatever it is.” It was hard to hold in my laughter, but I made a solid effort.
“Weirdo. My favorite dish is steak and potatoes.”
Of course, it was. “Thanks,” I commented dryly.
We placed our orders and spent the rest of the night flirting and laughing and talking. It was, without a doubt, the best date I had ever been on.
“I don’t know how you got fish tacos from steak and potatoes, but I approve,” Preston said, pushing his cleaned plate away.
“I figured when you ordered that second plate of tacos.”
Watching Preston eat was hot enough to qualify as porn, the way he licked his fingers and groaned. The same way he had sex.
“They were really good.” He flashed me a boyish grin and gulped down the rest of his lemonade.
“So, what you’re saying is, I won?”
“Fine. If it means that much to you, then sure, you won. Dessert?”
Hell no. There was only one more thing I wanted in my mouth before the night ended. “Yes. But they don’t have what I want on the menu.”
“And that would be?”
“You.” I fixed my eyes on him.
He swallowed dramatically and nodded slowly. “So, that’s a no to dancing?”
“Just you, Preston.”
“I was hoping that we could—”
“I’m not wearing any panties.” That was enough for any red-blooded man to get the hint.
Preston shot out of his chair and threw some cash on the table before tugging me through the restaurant, practically tossing me inside the truck.
“Temptress,” he growled as he leaned over, pulled the seat belt across my lap, then clicked it in as he devoured my mouth in a hungry-all-the-way-to-my-toes-scorch-my-skin kiss.
He tasted my mouth like I was a last meal he was savoring, sliding his hand up between my legs. I spread as wide as I could for him, and moaned when his middle finger grazed my slit.
He pulled away and looked me right in the eyes as he slid his thick finger in his mouth and sucked me off his finger. It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I wanted that man, between my legs, inside me, right this minute.
He smiled, winked, and closed my door. Then, he quietly got in the truck, buckled up, and hit the gas, keeping up a steady one hundred miles per hour until we returned to Tulip.
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“No panties, huh?” It was all I could think about as I drove the longest ten miles of my life.
All night, Nina had been wearing that dress with nothing underneath. Nothing!
She shrugged, playful and gorgeous. “Who really knows, Preston?” She lay back on the sofa and crossed her good leg over the booted one. Teasing me. “Maybe we should forget this conversation.”
“No way in hell, sweetheart.” I kicked off my shoes and dropped down beside her, resting one hand on her thigh. “You’re not wearing panties.” My hand slid up her bare leg, stopping just before she singed my fingertips.
“No, I’m not. This dress wasn’t conducive to any of the underwear I own, so I thought it best if I—” Her words were cut off by a moan as my finger brushed the swollen lips of her sex. “Yes.”
“Which is it, Nina? Yes?” My fingertip slid back and forth, pressing across her opening. “Or no?”
She gasped, nodding her head as her hips pushed forcefully against my hand. “Preston.”
“So pretty when you’re receiving pleasure.” With her head tossed back against the pillow, her mouth slightly parted, and her eyes closed blissfully, it was the exact image that had been playing in my mind since the first time I’d slid inside her. “Open up for me, Nina.”
She didn’t even try to resist. Her knees fell open, offering me a peek at those plump pink lips. Her hair was well groomed into a neat little bush on top of her mound, leaving the rest bare. Slick and bare. “Preston, please.”
Fuck me, I didn’t think I’d like hearing her beg quite this much. “Please what, Nina? Tell me what you want.”
Most women I’d slept with had been too timid, doing just enough to make sure I got off in hopes they’d score a Worthington heirloom on their left ring finger. I didn’t want timid.
Light blue, almost clear eyes opened on me, and Nina’s lips parted into a seductive smile. “What I want, Preston, if for you to taste me.”
“Here?” I licked the seam on the left. “Or here?” And then the right.
“Right here.” Two fingers walked down the center of her body, stopping right at the swollen nub at the apex of her thighs. “Never mind,” she panted as her fingers began moving faster. “I’m good.”
The hell she was. I buried my face between her legs, sucking her knuckles right along with her juicy, swollen clit. She was sweet with a hint of tanginess, hot and wet. And so responsive. I was pretty sure I was going to bust a load in my pants before I was even inside her.
“Yes, Preston. Fuck, yeah!” Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting a bit as her hips moved in small, rapid circles. “Yes!”
I smiled against her. Nina was as wild in bed as she looked, so willing to throw herself at the mercy of the gods of pleasure and soaking up every moment like it was her due. Her panting, along with the sound of my tongue sliding through her juices, turned me on more. “Nina,” I moaned against her.
“Preston,” she moaned back as her body began to pulse internally, her skin damp with sweat as goosebumps swept over her. “Preston.”
I pulled back and, when she frowned at the separation, smiled up at her. “Make sure you scream my name really loud.”
She glared at me, then kept her eyes on me as I plunged two fingers deep inside her and sucked her clit. Hard.
“Oh fuck, Preston!” Her book shook and convulsed and she held on to my hair for dear life, pulling it hard as she ground against me, riding out her orgasm on my tongue. “Yes!”
I continued licking her until she was a mess of damp flesh, wild hair, and a seductive smile. “That was music to my ears.”
She laughed and crooked her finger to beckon me closer. “That was music to my body. There’s just one problem,” she said seriously.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” From where I sat, there was no problem.
“I haven’t had my dessert yet.” She licked her lips and pushed me off her, wincing a little as my fingers slipped from her body.
Nina straddled my hips and kissed me like she was searching for something, hot and intense like a fire poised to rage out of control. “Such a great kisser,” she murmured when she pulled back.
“I see. All you need is a few orgasms before you start tossing out compliments left and right.”
She chuckled again. “Maybe you’re right. Best not let that little secret get out.” Her husky laugh vibrated through my body, along with each kiss she placed on my chest, my abs, thighs, and even my sack.
I closed my eyes, letting the feel of her soft mouth, silky hair, and the scrape of her tongue hypnotize me. She gave every inch of my body thorough attention before her tongue finally swiped the length of my cock, deliberate and attentive.
“Nina.” I groaned, as she kept up a slow and steady lick until my entire cock was wet and aching for her.
“Tell me how you like it.” Her smile was devilish as she took me in slowly, eyes never leaving mine as I watched my cock disappear in her mouth.
My hips jerked when she swallowed around my tip. “Oh, fuck. Too much.”
I gripped her hair tight and slid down her throat once. Twice. Three times before pulling her away. “More of that later; I need to see how wet you got from sucking me.”
Before I could change our positions, Nina sat up so the ridge of my cock slid between her folds, soaking every inch of me. “So wet,” I groaned.
She panted and licked her hips before she tossed her head back, enjoying the pleasure of sliding back and forth. “Preston.”
“Yes, Nina.”
Gripping the base of my cock, she slid all the way down until we were fully connected. She stayed there for a long moment, not moving until she was good and ready. “So good. You feel so good.”
I agreed with that sentiment — being buried in Nina and watching as she slowly came apart was one of the greatest experiences of my life. She took what she wanted, but not without giving me exactly what I needed.
It was wild, frantic, and intense as she rode me deeper. Faster and harder, until her skin smacked against mine. “Ohhhh.”
She smiled. “Don’t hold back, Preston.”
The delighted laughter that broke free from her curled lips when I flipped our positions threatened to undo me. The sound vibrated against me and she didn’t stop even when I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.
Then, the laughter mingled with moans as I pounded hard and deep, holding nothing back and giving her exactly what she wanted. “Nina. Nina.”
“Preston, I’m close.”
“I know. I feel you. Come for me, Nina. Come all over my cock.”
A little pinch of her nipples pushed her right over the edge into an orgasm so powerful it milked my own right from my body. “Yeah, baby. Let it all out.”
I pounded into her orgasm, letting her squeeze me until I was bone dry, until my hips finally stopped moving and I nearly collapsed on top of her. “Holy shit, Preston. That was the best dessert I ever had.”
I couldn’t have agreed with her more. “Just think, we’re only getting started.”
Her bright laughter rang out again. “Just think, we could have been doing this all night long.”
I fell beside her and pulled her close. “Just think, the night’s still young and I’m off tomorrow.”
After a short nap, I took her again — this time so slow she begged me to give it to her hard and fast.
By the time we were both spent, I had Nina half asleep in my arms, her soft curves snuggled up against me, and just one thought on my mind.
Right. It felt so right.
Nina
I wasn’t an office assistant kind of girl, period. I didn’t have the sunny disposition that perky receptionists the world over possessed to greet hundreds, maybe thousands, of people every month. I had too many tattoos and not enough smiles, which made my new gig as a virtual assistant perfect.
All I had to do was answer a few phone calls, make changes to three different calendars, and tak
e messages. It should be a fairly simple way to earn a few bucks — but I’d need to pick up a few office supplies.
The walk to Bo’s General Store was long with my limp, but the weather was great: sunny and clear. I was smiling cheerful as I pushed through the store’s front door.
“Hey, Nina!”
“Hey, Bo. How’s it going?”
She shrugged, her face revealing the same wide smile she always wore. “Pretty good, but I guess I should be asking you that. How are you feeling?”
“I’ll be better when I get home.” Walking around town was great for my cardio but it made me a sweaty mess, which meant I’d have to struggle through a second shower once I made it back home. “Notebooks and pens?”
“I’ll get them. Color preferences?”
“College-ruled. The rest is up to you.” She smiled and bounced off, ponytail swinging behind her. “God, I’d kill for that energy right now.”
“Nina! I don’t know how you got Preston to agree, but you did. He did!” Janey squealed, quite possibly bursting my eardrum. “This is going to be amazing! You are amazing and everything is coming together perfectly.”
I stood, waiting for Bo to return with my supplies, while Janey went off on a tangent, creating an itemized list of everything she needed to do, even though I was pretty sure it didn’t require an audience.
“I had nothing to do with his decision.” It felt true, and I did tell him to do whatever he wanted. Regardless of our date.
“Nonsense,” she insisted, wrapping one of her arms around mine and giving me a half-hug before she took a step back and placed an envelope on the table with the words ‘Benefits Package’ typewritten on the front.
“We have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it, so read that over tonight. And this,” she added, pulling a green binder from her bag and slamming it down on the counter. On top of that, she placed an already filled-in calendar. “I’ll be at your place tomorrow at nine with coffee and pastries. Thanks for this, Nina. It’s going to be amazing!”
With that, she rushed out of Bo’s as if she’d never even been there. “Did I hear Janey?” Bo called as she strode up with the items I’d requested.
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