And he knew what I needed. Knew exactly how to give it to me.
I felt myself get wetter. Felt him thicken against me. A frantic mewling sounded in my ears, and it took me several seconds to recognize it was coming from me. It was an entirely new and thrilling experience. Our lips stayed locked as we grinded and humped, a tight ball of tension growing deep in my belly. I’d never been so intimate with someone during a first kiss let alone the first night we’d met. Never felt so close to orgasm with all of my clothes still on. Never been on the verge of begging for sex from a near stranger—
The sound of a throat clearing brought me tumbling out of ecstasy.
Dylan broke his mouth from mine and peered around me. “Yes?”
The driver. Oh my God, I’d forgotten about our driver.
“This is the street,” the forgotten driver said. “There’s snow piled up against the curb. I’ve driven down the entire block, and there isn’t a spot that’s clear.”
Dylan turned his head to look out the window, verifying the driver’s claim. “Circle around the block, and let her off at the corner then,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
The rhythmic click-click of the turn signal filled the silence.
My cheeks felt hot as I forced myself to meet Dylan’s eyes. The need and urgency from only a moment ago still screamed between us, impossible to ignore even as my pulse began to settle.
Should I invite him up?
I wanted to.
But it was my sister’s apartment. And he was my sister’s boss, and there seemed to be a dozen things wrong with that situation.
Would he invite me to his hotel?
Also improper for as many reasons, and I saw from his expression that he’d gotten hold of himself enough to understand his obligations.
I shouldn’t have felt so disappointed. I’d only meant for it to be a kiss. A kiss to find out if what I’d been considering was really something that might work.
Now I knew it could definitely work.
“You said I’d believe in kismet after that,” Dylan said. “Was something supposed to happen?”
I could have smacked him. Trying to play like I’d had zero effect on him when his cock was still as hard as stone underneath me.
Fortunately, I wasn’t that easily deterred. “Yes. Now you give me your phone number.”
He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before pulling out his cell phone and unlocking the screen. He handed it to me. “Text yourself.”
I shivered. How could a person make something so innocent sound so naughty?
Because he was experienced, that was how. Because he knew things that I didn’t. Because he was The Professor.
I quickly shot myself a text from his phone then handed it back just as the car came to a stop. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I said, climbing off his lap.
And maybe because I’d moved too quickly, because I’d surprised him, or because he was curious, or maybe because he was hard and horny and not in his right mind, he didn’t argue about my parting remark.
Instead he sat somewhat dazed as I slid across the backseat, opened the door, and disappeared into the night. I was dazed too, but I’d never been more confident in myself.
Three
Dylan
I stared after Audrey, dumbfounded, as she walked to her building. My lips still burned from our kiss. My cock still ached and throbbed from her grinding on my lap. And I, like a fool, clung to her final words, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Fuck, how I wanted her to ring me. Wanted it like a teenage boy waited by his phone for the call from the pretty girl. The idea of it made me nervous and excited and...stupid.
That’s what I was. Stupid.
Because even if she did ring me, there was no way I could accept her call, except to tell her that I was sorry for the egregious way I’d acted in the car.
Yet I wasn’t sorry. Not truly. Not at all.
“Fantastic,” my driver said dreamily, breaking my stupor.
I looked forward to find him also staring after Audrey.
Irritated, I scolded him. “What are you looking at?” He was even older than I was. It was inappropriate for me to be eyeing her. It was disgusting that he was. How I could feel both a fatherly protection and an indecent attraction to the girl, I had no idea.
That was a therapy session for another day.
“To the hotel, sir?” he said, moving his eyes back to the road where they belonged.
I didn’t answer right away, staring at the mobile still in my hand. I’d had no texts from my son. When I’d seen him at lunch, I’d suggested we go out for a late movie tonight. He’d said he’d get back to me. I’d felt the sting of rejection, but he was thirteen now—independent and awkward. Moody, too. Even though I traveled across the ocean to see him, he wavered these days from wanting to see his dad and wanting to spend all his free time with his friends. I remembered this age. Remembered parenting this age. My stepdaughter, Amanda, had been thirteen when I’d married her mother. I’d done this teenager thing before.
So I understood.
We were at a delicate phase, Aaron and I, and I knew it. I didn’t want to press, wanted him to reach out to me if he wanted to spend the evening in my presence. I’d known somewhere inside of me that I would be blown off. I wouldn’t have gotten inebriated if I’d expected otherwise.
Disappointment sounded in my tone nonetheless when I finally replied. “Yes. The hotel.”
The car signal clicked rhythmically as we waited at a light to turn uptown. I sunk back in my seat, letting myself remember, for a moment, the person I’d been when I’d wed. I’d felt so much older marrying a woman ten years my senior, but I was really such a child then, only twenty-five.
My, how I’d grown up since.
And now my thoughts turned back to Audrey, younger than I’d been when I’d married, but just as enthusiastic and charmed with love and life as I’d been.
I opened my texts and found where she’d sent herself a message.
Audrey: A million people in the city, and you and I met. That’s kismet.
I laughed out loud. My driver was spot on—she was fantastic. Fantastic and trusting and young and that was enough reason to delete both her number and the whimsical message from my phone.
But I saved it instead. Not because she’d hooked me, but because I needed to know it was her when she called. If she called.
She wouldn’t call.
She couldn’t have been more than ten years older than Aaron. Why would a girl her age have any interest in me? Our encounter had been one of the moment. It had been dark, and we were alone and tipsy and aroused by good conversation. Nothing else. It would be forgotten by tomorrow.
Though if she really could forget that kiss...
I was still thinking about the malleable way her lips fit to mine when I reached my hotel room on the Upper East Side. I’d forgotten and left the Do Not Disturb sign on my suite door when I’d left for the day so the bed was still rumpled and the pot for tea was still sitting on the desk. Sloppy and cluttered weren’t usually my style. An embarrassing space to bring a woman back to, not that there was one with me now. Not that I’d thought about asking Audrey to accompany me to my room.
If I had, would she have said yes?
She may have, and I would have devoured her. Would have spent the whole night showing her all the ways a man could please a woman, ways that she yearned for but couldn’t yet imagine.
Fantasizing about it made my earlier hard-on return. I took off my suit jacket and hung it on the back of the desk chair before I sat in it myself, fumbling with my belt, eager to play this daydream out with my cock in my hand.
But just as I got my zip down, I stopped, a sickening wave of guilt rolling over me. It felt crass and wrong to beat off to thoughts of this girl who could be my daughter. Even though she’d never know that I’d done it, it was degrading and a violation of sorts.
I zipped up my trousers and stood. I loosened my tie and then moved to the buttons of my shirt, undressing furiously. I needed a shower. A cold shower, that was what would take care of this.