Sex Unlimited(10)

“Yeah, right. You know you’ll be going back for more and so will he.”

I sit down at the table with her. I can’t stop smiling. I should feel a little dirty for having sex with a practical stranger, but I don’t. And she’s right, I do want to go back for more. I just have no idea where or what the boundaries for this sort of thing are.

“We didn’t discuss where to go from last night. I have no idea what’s next. It’s not like I do this kind of thing regularly, Janette.”

She laughs. “Of course you don’t, but I promise you one thing. This guy will want more. Your booty call will happen. Just you wait and see.”

I crinkle up my nose. “Ew. I hate that term, booty call.”

“Oh, please. Fuck buddies, booty calls and sex. Who cares what you label it as. Just call it fun.”

“You’re insane.”

She gets up and goes over to put her bowl in the sink. “One hundred percent insane, that’s me. And you know you love my insanity.”

My phone buzzes, so I grab it and swipe the screen.

It’s him.

My heart automatically begins to race. It’s only nine in the morning and he’s already texting me.

“It’s him isn’t it?” Janette asks.

I look over at her and nod, grinning from ear to ear. “God, why do I feel like a stupid awestruck teenage girl all of the sudden?”

She grins. “Because you got fucked good last night and it’s new. New always turns people into gaga idiots. It’s fantastical. What did sexy old guy have to say?”

I shoot a frown in her direction. “He’s not an old guy.”

“Okay, well he’s not a young guy either. But older is cool. Don’t get all defensive. Tell me what he said.”

I look down at the simple but sweet text.



Brisban: Good morning, beautiful Candace.



I read it to Janette and she rolls her eyes.



Candace: Good morning to you too. How are you this morning?

Brisban: Sleepy. A sexy woman kept me up til the late hours of the night.

Candace: Oh, really? Hmmmm, lucky lady.

Brisban: Lucky indeed although I feel pretty damn fortunate myself.

Candace: That’s good to know.

Brisban: When can I see you again?



“Oh, shit … he wants to see me again.”

Janette shrugs her shoulders. “As always, I was right. So what are you gonna say?”





ROOM ELEVEN HUNDRED THIS TIME. I’m staring at the number as I take a moment to relax before I knock. Seconds feel like forever until the door swings open. He’s dressed in a solid black suit. His tie is loosened and he looks a little tired.

“I’m really glad you agreed to see me again. I wish it had been sooner though. A week was a long time to wait.” He pulls me into the room domineeringly and I’m taken off guard somewhat but nonetheless, I melt into his embrace immediately. His hands grip my waist tightly and a moan escapes his throat before his lips connect with mine. He tastes like whiskey.

He kisses me with a desperation that he didn’t kiss me with last time. “I really need this tonight,” he breathes warmly against my lips, licking and kissing his way down my neck then back up to my ear. “My day was pretty terrible and right now all I want to do is forget it while I reacquaint myself with this beautiful body of yours. Is that okay? Can we skip the talking this evening?”

I just nod. My chest heaves as heat spreads throughout every inch of my body. He immediately leads me to the bed and quickly removes my clothes in a hurried fashion, leaving me completely bare before him. His eyes are chaotic. I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on. Maybe I’m a little of both.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

His eyes roam my body slowly as he removes his suit jacket and then his tie. He steps in closer to me and I lean back against the bed. He reaches out and places the tie over my head. It rests loosely against my chest between my naked breasts. He looks at me as if he’s in great appreciation of what he sees. Slowly he unbuttons his white button down shirt starting with the cuffs first. Removing the shirt, he reaches out and places it around me.

“Put your arms in,” he commands. I slide my arms into the crisp white shirt and the smell of his cologne swirls through my senses. He smiles unabashedly. “You look good in my things.”

I push off the bed and bravely step towards him. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the heat of him through his white undershirt. “Not nearly as good as you look out of your things,” I tell him. My hands move in a steady trail down his muscled abs to the waist of his slacks. I look up at him. He knows what I want without a word being spoken. I unbuckle his belt and he reaches down and unzips himself for me. I slide my hand softly into his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard. My hand wraps around his hot aroused flesh and he sucks in a breath.