With less than twenty-four hours under my belt, I couldn’t stomach the thought of scaring Natalie away with the shitty details of that situation. I needed more time with her, so when I finally told her, she would trust my side of the story. It wasn’t like we’d find ourselves facing off in court. Junior associates rarely made it there unless is was smaller cases, like housing court.
I realized the jeopardy I was putting myself in by holding back, the possibility that I would come off looking like a complete asshole. But, I found justification in my reasoning, enough to put it off one more night anyway.
Treading carefully and not wanting to push too hard, at the end of the evening, I walked her to her car and then gathered her into my arms. My mouth crashed down onto hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth, giving me the perfect opening to plunge my tongue inside and fully taste her. Peaches. Just like last time, she tasted like fucking peaches. My favorite.
At last, I pulled back and smirked with satisfaction at the flushed state of her skin and the desire swirling in her eyes.
“I need to see you again tomorrow, sweetheart,” I rasped.
She shook her head, seeming to clear away the fog. Biting her plump lip, making me so jealous of the thing, she stared at me with indecision. “I don’t know. Work is so crazy right now. I really don’t have time—”
Kissing her again, I swallowed her protests and only retreated when I knew I was almost to the point of no return. “That wasn’t a request, Natalie,” I growled. “Tomorrow.”
Her eyes locked with mine for a moment before the corners of her mouth tilted up and she nodded. “Okay, but it will have to be quick so I can get more work done.”
“How about I cook for you at my home?”
Her pretty little mouth rounded into an O, making me chuckle. “You cook?”
“I do. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for it much, but I enjoy it when I can.”
She looked exasperated for a minute, then her head dropped back and she stared at the sky, muttering something like, “more than just dinner.” I grinned when she looked at me once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I wanted to pump my arm in victory, but I restrained myself. Instead, I quickly kissed her mouth once more, then her nose, before helping her into her car. It was a reliable sedan, but the vivid teal color was an indicator of her bright personality.
“I’ll send you my address. Text me when you’re home so I know you got there safe, sweetheart,” I purred. “See you at seven.” I shut the door before she could respond and stood back to watch her leave. Only when she was out of sight did I make my way to my own vehicle. I sent her my address and then headed home.
After parking my Jag in the detached garage behind my historic Federal Hill townhouse, I’d barely walked in the door when my phone chirped from my coat pocket. Glancing at the screen, I grinned at the name displayed there.
Sweetheart: Home safe. Thank you for dinner. I had a great time.
I slid my finger over the screen and typed an answer.
Me: My pleasure. Have sweet dreams about me, beautiful. xxx
Sweetheart: You too.
Me: Oh, my dreams about you aren’t sweet, Natalie.
I could practically see her blushing and my dick hardened at the thought of that pink flush all over her naked body.
Me: Should I tell you about them?
Sweetheart: Um, I don’t think so.
I laughed because somehow, I knew she was lying, but I decided to let her off the hook. I fully intended to reenact some of my naughty dreams with her tomorrow night. It was fast, but the willpower to resist her escaped me.
Me: You’re right. Show is better than tell. See you tomorrow. ;)
Sweetheart: That’s not what I meant!
Damn she was adorable.
Me: Goodnight, sweetheart. xxx
My phone didn’t beep again until I was sliding into bed.
Sweetheart: Goodnight. <3
At ten after seven, I was debating whether to call a friend in the FBI to get Natalie’s address, but the doorbell chimed and I sighed with relief.
How was it possible I’d missed her after less than twenty-four hours apart? And, though my cock was making it quite clear it had missed her most, it wasn’t just her body I craved.
Opening the door, my eyes swept up and down her figure. Her hair was down, spilling over her shoulders, highlighted against the black of her trench coat. The belt was cinched in tight, emphasizing the sensual swell of her hips. Her jacket ended mid-thigh, showing off her gorgeous legs. I tried not to think about the length of the skirt she must be wearing underneath because if she’d worn it all day, I’d go crazy thinking about every motherfucker who’d looked at her. I was already hard as a fucking rock, but when my eyes landed on the strappy, black, sky-high heels on her feet, all the blood left in my brain rushed south and spots danced before my eyes.