She drove without thinking, her mind on Saks and the night they’d spent together. Never had she met a man so intent on pleasing her—which surprised her. She’d expected the leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding Saks would be more of a honey-hang-on-for-the-ride, type of guy. She couldn’t have been more wrong. At every turn he watched her reactions, gave her as much or a little as she needed, and reveled in her pleasure. He didn’t just give her orgasms, but lavished care on her that she didn’t expect.
Delicious.
That’s why she had to leave. She wanted to stay. But he was the wrong type of man, wrong social class, wrong ethnic extraction, wrong everything.
Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?
Even as she drove down the highway, little involuntary jolts of pleasure would shimmer through her body when pictures of him flashed in her mind. Images of Saks sucking her nipples, torturing her with
his tongue, sparking divine pleasure through her core with his mouth, hands, and marvelous cock spontaneously sent shocking shivers through her.
Had anyone done that to her before? Heck no. During high school, most boys were too afraid of her family to approach her, except for Riley Warner. But he moved to Ohio soon after their first furtive groping. Then in college, she was more interested in grades than boys. One reason being she wanted every scholarship dollar she could get. Her parents weren’t happy that she decided to go to college out of state, and pointedly denied her financial support. It was all work and no play for her back then. Back then? She scoffed. Right after graduation she landed her first job, and worked her ass off so she could land her second, better, position, the one she had now.
But did this focus on her career leave her unprepared and defenseless against the first pretty boy who crossed her path? Okay. She couldn’t classify Saks as that. He was more like danger man with a capital D on his forehead.
And he wanted to keep seeing her. That much she figured out. No ‘one and done’ for Mr. Anthony Parks. Considering how badly he fit into her life and her goals, it wasn’t a very good idea for her to see him again. Her father and grandfather would both have fits. Grandpa might even send a couple of the guys after him to adjust his attitude. That wouldn’t work out well at all.
When he texted, she would just ignore him.
As she pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building she saw her sister’s red Mustang, her high school graduation gift. Chrissy had received a similarly expensive car, but sold it for college money. She bought a two-thousand-dollar beater to save cash. But spotting the sports car in their parking lot, she suddenly remembered that Gloria had ditched her last night, leaving Chrissy prey to Saks’ attentions. Had her sister shown up, she wouldn’t be in this predicament.
She blazed up the stairs that led to their second-floor apartment and threw open the door.
“Whoa!” said Gloria. “Who lit the fire under you? Or are you coming in guns drawn to hide your walk of shame?”
“Shame? Why did you ditch me last night?”
“Marcus had a couple hours free, so...”
“You dumped me for your boyfriend? And left me alone in that bar?” Now Chrissy had a real reason to feel indignation.
Gloria cast her eyes downward and then up again, with mischief in her eye. “Did you find him there?”
“How was I supposed to do that? You were supposed to get the intel on his identity.”
“Sorry; like I said...”
“Marcus wanted to screw you.”
“Hey!” protested Gloria, then grinned. “But, well—it’s Marcus.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. You can’t help yourself.”
“And what about you? You come home in the morning wearing last night’s clothes. Who was he? I bet he sizzled sex to get you to drop your panties!”
“Nobody you need to know anything about.”
“Aha! You did meet someone. But—”
“No buts. Papa or Grandpa find out about him and he’ll be toast.”
“Ooooh,” cooed Gloria, eyes wide. “He must be real inappropriate.”
“You’re the one being inappropriate.”
“Did you find him at the Red Bull?”
“That’s where you sent me, remember?”