I simply nod, afraid I’m going to say something else to make things worse. Bryce better hope I never run into him.
“And I’m going to go to the auction, and I’m going to try again. I may not make it, but I’m going to try, okay?”
“I understand,” I nod. “I just thought it would be fair to warn you that you will definitely be running into Ron.”
Suddenly she leans forward. “But what if not?”
“What if not… What?”
She shrugs innocently. “What if he’s busy? What if he forgets?”
“He’s not going to forget.”
Her eyebrows go up suggestively. “What if you make him forget? What if you—I don’t know—get lost on the way?”
The sight of her sly smirk is enough to make me think this is a good idea. Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“What, him miss an auction?” I muse, chuckling. “Man, he would be pretty disappointed! He’s really the big man on campus, you know. Gotta keep up appearances.”
She wrinkles her nose and shrugs coyly. “It’s just one teeny development! He will never miss it in his empire.”
“Oh really? Do you think that you could take one grizzly bear out of a hall of grizzly bear trophies and the hunter wouldn’t miss it?”
“That’s a terrible metaphor,” she shrugs.
“Well, maybe, but you know what I mean. This is Ron’s whole life. What should I do, sabotage his car or something?”
“I know you will think of something,” she smiles suggestively. “You have all the best ideas.”
It’s a simple ploy, but it always works. I’m helpless against her charms.
“Oh, do I? What am I thinking about right now?”
Biting her lower lip, she pushes herself to standing and comes around the side of the dining room table, lifting her knee to slide over my lap and sit gently down, wriggling against my ready erection.
“Actually,” she replies with a sly smirk, “it’s a trademarked secret. I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”
“Oh, really?” I ask as I circle her thighs with my fingers, squeezing gently. I love to feel her muscles working against me, feel the strength in her toned legs.
“Yes, really,” she nods, covering my hands with hers as she presses up on her toes and grinds gently on my lap.
Slowly my hands drift up her thighs while she kisses me with just the edges of her lips, driving me crazy. She’s too far away. She’s taunting me.
“Do you still remember how to do it?” she teases. “Do you need me to refresh your memory?”
I should make her wait, but I can’t. My fingers find the edges of her panties and slide underneath. She catches her breath, gasping, but I can’t let her get away. With my other hand on the back of her neck, I pull her down so I can taste her mouth, taste her breath as her body comes alive.
She moans into my mouth, submitting to me completely. Her pussy is juicy and taut, but trembling with anticipation. I slide two fingers into her hole and twitch them forward to tap against her G-spot. She tries to buck against me but I’ve got her by the neck. She’s not going anywhere.
Her hair falls over my cheeks as she rides my fingers. I catch her rhythm instantly and work her G-spot and clit simultaneously, unlocking her body for her, letting her fall to pieces in my arms.
When she comes, she throws her head back and I cover her throat with my mouth, drinking in the musky scent of her climax. She’s like food to me now. I can’t be satisfied without this.
Chapter 22
Penny
Monday morning, and there’s a crispness in the air. I roll out of the garage and get a third of the way down the driveway before I slam on the brakes. I can see Wanda’s wide, excited smile in my rearview mirror.