Promiscuous (Tease 2)

I checked my reflection in the mirror on my way to answering the door. I scrubbed up pretty well. I wore loose-fitting jeans, which I paired with a long-sleeved black shirt. I was in pretty good shape, considering my age. Not that thirty-two was old, but I certainly felt older than I imagined most people my age felt. I opened the door.

"Hi." Beth smiled at me. Holy shit. She was fucking gorgeous. This was as casually dressed as I'd seen her, yet she took my breath away. Her tight jeans hugged her curves, displaying her beautiful figure. She wore an emerald-green wrap-around top, and her blonde hair, slightly curled, hung in waves around her face.

"Hey. Come in," I said, realizing I was just standing there like an idiot.

She smiled and squeezed past me, her sweet musky perfume engulfing me.

"You’re fucking gorgeous," I muttered, sweeping her into my arms. I kissed her passionately, my lips pressing against hers.

Smiling, she pulled away and surveyed me. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Reaching out for her hand, I pulled her towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I tilted my head and kissed her again. Her lips glided over mine. I kept hold of her hand and led her inside.

"Wow, your house is beautiful," she murmured, her head tilted towards the ceiling.

"Thanks. It's been in the family for years. I spent a fortune fixing it up after my parents died."

She hesitated, her eyes clouding over.

"What is it?"

"Why?" she asked. "I mean, you told me you didn't have the best childhood. Why would you keep the house, and spend so much money restoring it?"

"Just because my childhood wasn't perfect doesn't mean I didn't love them." It was hard to explain. Sometimes it feels like bad love is better than no love, and the same can be said for family: no matter how often I felt unwanted, no matter how many times my best wasn't good enough, having a family was still better than not having a family.

"I wish I shared your sentiment." Her eyes lowered. Placing my hand around her shoulders, I lifted her chin up until her eyes met mine.

"Your situation was worse than mine. What you went through with your mother and then your sister, and then having to support yourself… I don't blame you for thinking you'd be better off alone."

"I just find it hard to trust people. I've been taken advantage of so many times…"

"As hard as it is, you need to let people in."

"I'm trying," she whispered.

"So what's for dinner? Did you cook?"

I chuckled. "Trust me, you don't want to taste my cooking. Scarlett prepared this."

"Scarlett?" Beth said, taken aback.

Right: we hadn't got to the conversation just yet about Scarlett living with me. I moved around the counter until I stood behind Beth. Sweeping her hair over to one side, I began to kiss her neck. "Yes. Scarlett is my assistant. She lives with me."

"She lives with you?" She spun the barstool until she was facing me.

“Didn’t I mention that?” I said casually. I could tell by the way she was narrowing her eyes at me that I wasn’t going to get out of this one that easily. “Look, Scarlett is just a friend. Not even a friend, more of an associate. She works for me, that’s it.”

“Have you slept with her?”

I chuckled. “Beth, you’ve done more with her than I have.”

She blushed. My cock began to throb as I remembered that night: Beth, spread out on the sofa, crying out as Scarlett fingered her.

“You’re thinking about that night, aren’t you?” she accused, rubbing over my erection.

For as long as you keep doing that, I will be. Leaning down, I kissed her roughly, my mouth massaging hers. Pushing her head to one side, I ran my tongue along the curve of her neck, kissing the soft skin up to her ear lobe. I took it in my mouth and began to suck. She let out a cry before turning so our lips met.

“Dinner is going to get cold,” I mumbled, my tongue wrestling against hers.