Tempt The Playboy (Tempt 2)

I shake my head. “But what if you really like the person after that one time? What if he’s the best dick you ever had?” I wink at her. “In case you didn’t understand the question, I’m the best dick you’ve ever had.”

She laughs at me. “Even if it’s the best dick I’ve ever had, I don’t break the rule.” She kisses underneath my chin. “And you really are the best dick I’ve ever had. Which now saddens me since you might have broken my vagina for all other penises out there.”

“Then we should totally make our parts meet again.” I grind into her. “My big, and I emphasize big man, would really love to come out and cuddle in you.”

She giggles again and this time her stomach lets a big grumble.

“Well, then I guess this wooing will have to wait till you’re fed.” I roll off of her and my cock protests by jerking. “Maybe you’re hangry and that is why you think we should fuck again.”

She turns to roll off the lounger, sliding her hair back into a bun. “Yes, feed me.” She picks up the glasses and bottle of almost empty wine, following me inside.

I take out her pizza, sliding it into the microwave. I grab her a fork and knife while she sits herself at the island. Placing the now hot pizza in front of her, I smile. “For you, milady.”

She grabs a piece, folding it like me and eating it, totally ignoring the fork and knife. “This is really, really good,” she says in between bites. “So much better than the steak sandwich, right?” she asks, grabbing her second slice.

“You can’t call it a steak sandwich if there is no steak in it.” I lean on the counter on my elbow. “And there was no fucking steak in that thing.”

She takes a sip of water that I had placed down before I put the pizza there. “Okay, fine, the veggies sandwich then.” She rolls her eyes as she continues eating.

“So how do I get you to break your rule?” I wonder how much she will stand on her vow.

“You can’t.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I won’t put myself through that and I refuse to put the other person through that.”

“So what if we just hang around as friends and if things progress then it’s a win-win for both of us.” I try not to sound desperate. I’ve never hung out with a woman in my life, but for another taste of her I’d be more than happy.

She looks at me with a perplexed face. “You want to hang out with me to see if I will change my rule?” She shakes her head, taking another bite of pizza. “You have lost your mind. Men and women can’t be friends.”

I stand up straight, folding my arms over my chest. “Why the hell not?” I ask her.

“Well,” she starts saying, wiping her hands in a napkin, “women are from Mars, men are from Venus.” She shrugs, picking up her glass of water like she just solved a case.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“You can’t possibly be friends with the opposite sex without the black and white becoming gray.”

“So are you telling me that you aren’t friends with any male people?”

She shakes her head. “No, I have many male friends. Most are gay and most are my friends’ spouses. But I am not friends with males I’ve had sex with.”

My hands shoot up. “Why the hell not? If you have a ‘rule’”—I put my hand up into motion—“then why can’t you close yourself off?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ve never put myself in the position, so I can’t answer that, but I can say that if you and I”—she points from me to her—“were friends, that black and white will turn to gray.”

I smile at her. “You can’t say no to my charm?”

“No, I’m saying that you won’t just want a friendship with me. You will get jealous if I have another date. You will get jealous if we go out for coffee and then a ‘friend’”—she uses quotations—“calls me or I meet another man.”

“Bullshit. I think I can contain myself. I think you can’t contain yourself. I think that once another woman looks at all this,” I say, moving my hand up and down to motion my body, “you are going to do what girls do and that is to take out the claws and start laying claim.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “You really think that highly of yourself.” She continues, “How’s this? Tomorrow I’m going to go to yoga with ‘friends’. You should come,” she says, getting off her chair, grabbing her plate, and going to put the plate in the sink.

I grab her around her waist, bringing her flush to me.

“Friends don’t stick their penises in other friends’ stomachs.”