And I have to admit, today, on his desk, was the hottest sex of my life.
Bam and I had a good sex life. But it’s weird how age and perspective can change what you thought. I loved Bam. I did. But I’m starting to wonder if Keatyn might be right about the whole true love thing.
But if I think that way, it would mean Dawson could be that guy. And that’s something I’m not ready to even consider.
I’m just trying to figure out what made it so good.
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve done it in a guy’s office before. So it’s not that. And in the two years since Bam and I broke up, I’ve been having a whole lot of revenge sex. Angry sex. One night stands.
So it’s not like I’m just in need of sex.
Today, just felt like more.
And it scares me a little.
I stand on his front porch trying to decide if I should ring the doorbell or run like hell in the other direction.
When my driver pulls away, my choice becomes easier. I can’t go running around Malibu in nothing but a fur coat.
I take a deep breath, stand up straight, and push the button.
Dawson answers wearing a black tuxedo complete with bow tie.
“You look nice,” I say. Nice being a severe understatement.
“Come in,” he says, leading me into a comfortable, shabby chic decorated home. “There was champagne in the fridge,” he points to a bottle on the kitchen island. “Would you like some?”
“Of course.”
He heads toward the champagne then turns back around. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? May I take your coat?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I slip out of my coat and lay it over his outstretched arm. But he doesn’t seem to notice the fur.
His eyes are glued to what I’m wearing.
Or, not wearing, as the case would be.
“Wow. This is straight out of one of my fantasies.” He gives me a naughty smirk, tosses my coat over a chair, and trails the back of his hand across my shoulder. “I should have come to L.A. sooner. Will all the women be dressed like this for the benefit?”
“Probably not,” I say as his lips follow his hand, leaving kisses in their wake. Goosebumps form on my skin from the cool ocean breeze blowing through the deck door, but on the inside I feel hot, like I’m burning up from within.
He touches the lace on my bra, the lace on my thong, and the tops of my garters.
“I have a new fantasy,” he says, grabbing my coat and putting it back on me.
“What’s that?” I whisper.
“Would you mind going back outside and ringing the doorbell again?”
“Uh, um, sure,” I say, wondering why he wants me to, but if he has a fantasy about me, I’m all for exploring it.
A few seconds later, he shuts the door in my face.
My insides are throbbing, my panties are wet, and he’s yet to kiss me on the lips.
I hit the doorbell.
He answers, looking like I caught him in the middle of getting dressed. His pants are on, but his jacket, tie, and shoes are gone. His shirt is on, but not buttoned.
And, my god, is it a sight.
His chest is so well formed. His muscles taut and hard.
His abs so perfectly sculpted they almost don’t look real.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, exposing my shoulder and giving it a kiss. “Well, well. What do we have here?” He slides his hand inside my coat, running it from my neck to my thong. He hooks a finger around the lace, quickly stripping it off me. Then his tongue retraces his hand’s path. He grabs my ass as he slides his tongue down the side of my neck, across my collar bone, and down through my cleavage. I push my fingers through his thick hair, not sure what’s going to happen next, but eagerly anticipating it.
His tongue grazes across the swell of my breast then he lowers himself to his knees and kisses my stomach.
Although his kisses are hard and hungry, there’s something different about the way he kisses my stomach. It’s sweet, almost loving.
His tongue works its way lower, until it’s nearly between my legs.
He surprises me when he stands, effortlessly picks me up, and lays me on the closest surface, the dining room table.
The silk lining of my coat feels even more sensual than usual. I reach out and guide his face toward me, eagerly kissing him.
“Hold that thought,” he says, moving to the end of the table and sinking his head between my legs.
His hands slip between the silk and my ass, bringing me closer to his mouth. While his tongue is smooth, the slight scruff from his five o’clock shadow is rough. The combination of that and the back and forth motions of his tongue send me over the edge.
I grab his hair with one hand, and my fur with the other, my pelvis taking over the motions, causing his tongue to move exactly how I want it.
“Oh, oh, oh, god, that feels good.”
He moves his tongue in a circular motion and slides two fingers inside me.
It’s abrupt. Hard. And I immediately have another, deeper orgasm. This one, racking through my entire body. I moan his name until I can’t speak.