“Yeah, well, that’s a bet you would surely lose. How do you even know what my underwear looks like?”
“You think I’d lose the bet?”
She lifts her chin up and nods confidently. “I do.”
Dammit, that prissy shit is setting my cock on fire, and I spin her to change our positions, so I have her lodged between me and her office door. I lean in real close until I can feel her thighs, well, the stockings covering her thighs, but the heat intensifies the closer I get to her pussy. I stop just before I get to the apex.
“I’m not a sore loser. Letty, this is a bet I’ll happily lose. For now.”
“No, thank you,” she growls and tries to swipe my hand away.
I put some space between us, and when I smile at her, she blushes like a virginal fucking schoolgirl.
“It’s all right that you like it, Letty, that you like almost getting off to a rough and tumble biker, to a so-called bad boy. It doesn’t make you bad just because you like how I make you feel when I touch you, when I kiss you.”
“I didn’t,” she insists, but the stammer in her voice paints her as a liar.
“You did,” I shoot back easily. “Want to go for a ride on my bike?”
I’m teasing her but only because she’s fun as hell to tease, so tightly wound that I know she’s going to be a freak in the sheets. And that virgin pussy has to be so tight—and wet.
“Never,” she shoots back, her words hot with the intense fire of hatred. Instead of facing me, she turns abruptly and bends over her desk, rifling through the large bottom drawer.
Her round ass in that skirt is real tempting. I want to flip it up and tear a hole in those sexy stockings and fuck her over that desk. Instead, I reach out and brush a knuckle over one cheek.
She gasps and turns to me with a glare turning her blue eyes dark.
“Never,” she says again, but her voice is even shakier with lust this time, and I know she’ll be thinking about me tonight.
“Here.” She smacks a manila envelope with a few stacks of cash against my chest and tries to push me out of her office.
“You’re paying me for it? You must have liked it even more than you know.”
“I didn’t like it.”
“Fuck me, you didn’t. I heard you moan, Church Girl. I heard the sexy little growls you let out when I grazed your nipples. Next time, I’ll strip you down and suck those nipples until you beg me to let you come. Next time.”
Her big doe eyes widen with shock and curiosity.
“I don’t even know what that means. Have a good day, Mr. Shades. And don’t ever do that again!”
A deep chuckle escapes at her words. “It’s Shades, Letty. Just Shades. And if you keep on being a good girl, I’ll show you exactly what that means.”
“I’m done with you,” she says in a frustrated tone and turns away from me, giving me the perfect chance for one last play. I smack her ass, and she turns with a gasp and a glare.
“Goodbye, Shades.”
I laugh and take a step back until I’m out of her office.
“See you soon, Letty. Really fucking soon.”
That moment couldn’t come soon enough. She’s not my type, other than that fantastic body hidden behind those butt-ugly clothes, but sparring with her, verbally and sexually, is the most fun I’ve had with a woman without being buried balls deep inside of her.
“Not that soon,” I hear her whisper on the other side of the closed door.
“Tonight, when you’re dreaming about me and wondering what else I can do to you, you’ll ache for me. Crave me. And then, I’ll show you what it all means.”
Without another word, I stroll from the church and into another sunny day over Angel Harbor, a stupid-ass smile on my face.