“That felt so good.” I smiled.
I looked between us. He was turned on. The khaki pants bulged against his thigh. I wanted to help him with that.
“We should probably go open that bottle of wine now.” He brushed the flyaway hair from my cheek. “Let’s go back to your place.”
I reached for his belt. “Or I could make you feel just as good.”
“And how are you going to do that?” It sounded like a dare. One I was ready to accept.
I yanked the belt out of the way and unzipped his khakis, pushing them to the floor. I was just as quick with his boxer briefs. I should have been prepared for AJ to have a generous cock, but it was epic. Thick and solid. I took his shaft in my hand as I lowered to my knees.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when my tongue ran the length from tip to the base. I could taste soap and slight hint of salt. I wanted to inhale him.
I licked my lips quickly and slid them over him. He hissed with pleasure. My eyes shot upward as he slid inside my mouth with an eager thrust. Another and another until I felt him begin to quiver. He yanked my hair back, staring into my eyes with a smoldering gaze that captivated me. I worked harder and faster until his release catapulted to the finish. I swallowed with satisfaction.
He offered me his hand as I rose to my feet. The hardwoods creaked as I adjusted my position.
He tipped my chin upward, kissing me and making me feel want and desire all over again. I threw my arms around his neck, practically scaling his body. He whirled me around, pressing my back into a column that separated the sunroom from the kitchen.
My breathing was erratic. If he offered to fuck me now, I would say yes. I wanted a little rebellion in my life. Something to break up the monotony of DataCorp days and wine nights with the girls. Maybe I was made for a great love. A wild love, like AJ.
He leaned into me and I felt his length harden again. My eyes flashed to his, grinding my hipbone against his cock. I moaned, wanting so much more than this.
“Damn, you’re making this hard. You’re making me hard.”
I gave him my best she-devil smile. “I’m ok with this, AJ. So ok.”
He took my lips, running his hand to my ass, cupping it with possession. “The crazy thing is, so am I.” My leg draped over his waist.
We both jerked when we heard AJ’s phone ring from the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Ignore it,” I turned his face toward me.
He hung his head. “I can’t. It could be work. I can’t ignore calls. I’m sorry.”
He left me in an awkward position against the column and stooped to the floor, digging through pockets until he found the phone.
“What’s up, man?”
I waited while I observed half a conversation.
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah. Ok. Got it, man. I’ll tell her.”
He replaced the phone and started to get dressed. He handed me my underwear and bra.
“The good news is that it wasn’t work. The bad news is it was Travis,” he explained. “You left your purse and phone next door. Becca tried to call when she saw your bag, but it started ringing.”
“I did?” But I looked around, and it wasn’t with me. I had been so anxious to leave with AJ, I had left them behind. I twisted my lips together. “And how do I explain that I’m only ninety seconds away?”
He laughed. “Don’t offer up that part of the story.” He winked. Somehow AJ became increasingly sexier.
He helped zip the back of my dress and I stepped into my heels.
He took my hand as we walked to the back door, where only an hour ago he had picked the lock. “Why didn’t I find you again until now, Sydney Miller?” There was regret in his voice.
I giggled. “It doesn’t matter.”
We stepped onto the patio. “I’m not so sure that’s true.”