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  Chapter 5

  He leaves me there, sopping and panting, for a few minutes. Minutes that seem like hours. I breathe in and out, trying to steady my nerves. Everything south of my ribcage is in flames; a wildfire rages through my pussy. I want him to come back and finish what he started; I want to feel his tongue lapping at my clit, and his fingers curling inside me.

  After what seems like an eternity, I hear footsteps approaching the door. I hold my breath and wait, the footsteps stopping just outside the door frame, the handle turning ever so slowly.

  “There’s a good girl. Be honest, did you keep your eyes closed?”

  “Y-yes,” I shiver as he enters the room and walks over to me. He sets something on the sideboard; I hear what sounds like glass scraping along the wood. He pushes my knees apart again and kneels between them, lifting me off my ass.

  “Good. Now, let’s get these panties off and have some real fun.”

  He hooks his hands around my hips and tugs my panties down with force. He slides them down my legs and off my feet; I think I hear him tuck them in his pocket. He pulls me toward the edge of the bed, and his mouth latches on to me.

  The moment I feel his tongue flick across my clit, the lightshow behind my eyelids starts once more. Fireworks, explosions, laser lights dance as his tongue works me. He brings one hand up and his practiced fingers find my slit with ease. I clench up as he slides not one but two fingers deep inside me. My hips jolt and buck but he keeps a firm grip on me, holding me in place.

  “Easy now,” he growls, coming up for air. He digs his fingers into the flesh of my thighs, his mouth nibbling the sensitive flesh. His scruff scrapes along my leg, making me shiver and moan from a sensation overload. His fingers stop moving inside me, then slowly begin to spread me wide. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to remember every touch, every sensation.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.” I sigh, trying to keep it together. It’s been so long since I’ve had any fingers beside my own inside me, every touch sends me into overdrive. If he keeps this up, I won’t be able to last much longer.

  “Good,” he rumbles. He withdraws his fingers and slides them back in, this time adding a third. I moan so loud, I’m sure his neighbors can hear me. He pumps me a few times before pulling out and running his soaking fingers over my tingling clit.

  “Oh, Tyler,” I moan. I can feel his smile as he rubs my clit in tight circles while blowing cool air over the throbbing nerve. He taps it with one finger, then moves it side to side, making me jerk and squirm. He takes my nub in his mouth, lavishing his tongue over it, and the lightshow behind my eyes explodes into a million little pieces.

  “Fuck!” I come, hard. He pulls back and waits as the pleasure washes over me. It radiates from my center, crashing over every inch of me like waves on the shore. I catch my breath and try to find words.

  “That… That was…” I start, only to be cut off. Tyler digs his fingers into my thighs and stands up.

  “Shh, don’t talk. Open your eyes, sit up. Do you need help?”

  “Yes, please.” I open my eyes, and he offers me his hand, pulling me up. He turns to the sideboard and hands me a glass of water, taking a sip for himself.

  “Here, drink,” he orders, handing me the cool glass. He watches as I take a drink and then another. The cool water fans the flames in my throat from crying out, but not the flames raging lower. He takes a good look at me, winks, and then walks out. He pokes his head through the doorway and says, “I’ll be downstairs. While you…compose yourself, I’m going to call you an Uber.”

  I nod, in a daze, and watch his shadow as he makes his way downstairs. I finish the glass of water and try to stand; my legs shake, and I fall back to the bed with a soft ‘thump’. I try again, reaching for the sideboard as support. Once I’m steady, I make my way to the bathroom.

  I take one look in the mirror and break into a sly smile. My dress is wrinkled, and my hair is a tangled mess. My mascara is running at the edges, leaving me with the look of a newborn raccoon. Holy. Shit.

  I wet a paper towel and wipe under my eyes, removing the rings. I fix the bobby pins in my hair and smooth out my dress. I take a few deep breaths then leave, grabbing the glass from the sideboard. As I make my way down the stairs, holding on to the railing for support, I spot Tyler tapping on his phone.

  He puts the phone in his pocket, grinning the same careless grin from his profile.

  “Your Uber will be here in about ten minutes. Did you enjoy yourself?” He takes a sip from the glass in his hand.

  “I did… Did you?” I blush, rubbing my arm. I wasn’t expecting that at all.

  “Oh, I enjoyed you very much. You’re just as sweet as I thought you’d be. And so obedient, that was a nice surprise.” He sets the glass on the counter and crosses the small room, picking up my shoes and handing them to me.

  “Your glass slippers, Cinderella.”

  “Thank you.” I drop the shoes to my feet and slip into them, wiggling my toes. My legs shake and I reach for the bannister for support. In an instant, Tyler is there, lifting me by the arm.

  “Easy now. Can you walk?” He eases me over to the couch and sets me down, crossing behind me. He grabs my purse from the hook on the door and sets it next to me.

  “Barely. I have you to thank for that.”

  “No thanks needed, ma’am, just doing my job.”

  “I thought you said your job was herding cats?”

  “Something like that.” He laughs. He walks back over to the counter and grabs his glass. He comes around the couch and sits next to me. It suddenly occurs to me that I’m not wearing panties.

  “Can I have my panties back?”

  “You can have them back tomorrow, if you invite me over for dinner…”

  “Pretty presumptuous of you to assume I don’t have plans,” I scoff.

  “Do you?”

  No, I don’t have plans, but I don’t want to seem like the kind of girl that sits at home waiting for hot guys to drop into their lap.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Good, then I’ll see you for dinner.”

  “What should I cook?”

  “Don’t worry about that, I’ll bring dinner.”

  A car beeps outside, and he looks at me with a grin. “Your chariot arrives, Cinderella. Time to get you home before it turns back into a pumpkin.” He stands and offers me his hand, walking me to the door. He kisses my hand and holds the door open for me.

  As I walk out, he pulls me back and turns me to face him. “Be a good girl, and text me when you get home.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t call me sir. Goodnight, Olivia.”

  “Goodnight, Tyler.”

  I walk down the sidewalk, aware of Tyler’s eyes on me as I slide into the car. He turns and walks inside once I’m safely seated, shutting the door behind him.

  “Looks like you had a hot date after all, young lady,” the driver says. I look up and it’s the same driver from earlier.

  “What are you doing up so late, sir?”

  “Working. Always working. Uber drivers don’t sleep in this town, don’t you know? How was your date?” He winks at me through the rearview.

  “It was good. For a first date it went very well.”

  “Wonderful. What’s the address, young lady?”

  I rattle off my address and we pull away from the curb. Soon, we’re passing houses and fields, taking the long way home. I pull out my phone and check my notifications, idly tapping the screen as I brush each one off.

  Minutes later, we pull up alongside my house. I go to rate the driver, and find that the app won’t let me.

  “I can’t rate or pay you, sir, the app won’t let me.”

  “Your ride’s been paid for, young lady. Go on, get yourself inside, you look beat.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Sure I’m sure. Goodnight, young lady.”

  I exit his car,
meandering my way up the sidewalk to my house. I dig my keys out and make my way inside, dropping my purse and shoes at the door. I pull out my phone and type a quick text as I make my way up the stairs and into the bathroom.

  Home.

  I brush out what’s left of my curls and strip out of my dress, leaving it hanging on the doorknob. I brush my teeth and wash my face in my bra, no panties. When I finish my routine, I amble down the hallway and into my room. I drop my bra into the hamper and forgo a nightgown, letting the cool night air wash over my skin.

  I plug my phone in and get into bed, pulling the covers up around me. I close my ears and as I’m about to drift off, I hear my phone. ‘Ping!’

  I turn over and see it’s Tyler; I open his message and read it with one eye. Glad you made it home safe. Tomorrow, wear black panties. Goodnight, Olivia.

  I set my phone down and roll over, pulling the sheets back up over my shoulders. In an instant, I’m asleep.

  Chapter 6

  The next morning, I lie in bed replaying the events of last night. I touch myself, thinking of Tyler’s hands and mouth, and how explosive that orgasm had been. It'd been a long time since anyone rocked my world so thoroughly; I wondered if I’d ever find my axis again.

  My finger circles my clit in tiny, precise movements the way I’ve done this thousands of times. I palm myself, dipping my fingers inside my wet slit, trying to mimic the way Tyler touched me. The way his rough palm brushed against my mound, the way he pumped and curled inside it, it was like I’d never been touched by a man before. I hoped the rest of him was as mind-blowing as his mouth and hands.

  I find the right stroke and continue touching myself, an orgasm beginning to build. I feel the familiar pull in my muscles as everything tightens in anticipation, the sounds around me grow quiet as I focus on my breathing. I palm my breasts with force, stroking my nipples until they stand up.

  I imagine what his mouth would feel like wrapped around one pink bud, while his hand maneuvers below. I bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud, but the tiniest sound escapes. I can’t control myself then, moaning and whimpering as I imagine Tyler in bed next to me.

  I envision him stretching me with his fingers, gently opening me for whatever lies at the end of his happy trail. His mouth is on my neck, his free hand in my hair, tugging my head back for better access. He smells woodsy and clean, his sweat dripping on to my chest as he plays me like a finely tuned violin.

  My legs quiver, and the muscles in my core lock up as my hand moves faster. I’m so close, I’m going to, I’m going to…

  ‘Ping!’

  Shit! I’m so close, just one more…

  ‘Ping!’

  Fuck. I give up; clearly whatever is going on on my phone is more important. I wipe my hand on the sheets and roll over, reaching for my phone. I turn on the screen and grimace; of course, the object of my desire would be the one interrupting me just before I reach that peak.

  Good morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?

  I open the picture he sent and my jaw drops. He’s in bed again, one arm thrown over his head, my panties balled in his fist. He has perfectly messy bedhead; would a guy like Tyler have anything less than perfect bedhead? He’s shirtless; I can see every rippling muscle and the hint of a tattoo on his bicep. Goddamn. I whistle low, taking it all in… Is that what he was hiding under that black t-shirt? Ginger, blue eyes, and has tattoos? Call me a sucker.

  My eyes go back to the ball of wadded up panties in his hand. So, he wanted a souvenir after all. I should have left him with something to write home about.

  Good morning. I slept well, how about you?

  I snap a picture, the sheets pulled up to my chin. I make sure my hair isn’t too wild and I don’t have anything in my teeth before hitting send, setting the phone back on the charger.

  I sigh and lift up the covers, staring at my pussy. She’ll just have to wait until tonight to get the relief she’s crying out for. I stretch and shake the sleep from my bones as I get out of bed. There’s a lot to do today if I’m going to have company tonight.

  I spend my morning tidying the house, picking up loose laundry, and dusting every surface that holds still. I wash a sink full of dishes and dry them by hand, singing as I stack them in the cupboard. I hear my phone go off in the living room; the connection to the streaming service is interrupted as a loud ‘Ping!’ sounds through the house. I put the last plate in the cupboard and wipe my hands on my apron. I come into the living room and check my phone. It buzzes in my hand as another message comes through.

  Sorry, hopped in the shower.

  What’s your address? Do you have any food allergies?

  My heart skips a beat, and I find myself smiling at the screen. I type my reply, thumbs flying. 8132 James Drive, #2. No food allergies. Can I get you a bottle of something to go with dinner?

  I tuck the phone into the pocket on my apron and go back to tidying. I tuck old magazines out of sight and fluff pillows; I douse everything with fabric spray until the room smells like lavender and linen. The phone buzzes in my pocket.

  Whatever you want to drink is fine by me. Are you a vegetarian or anything?

  My thumbs swipe rapid-fire over the keypad. Nope, not a vegetarian. 100% a meat eater. Are you allergic to anything?

  Not even a full minute later, my phone buzzes again.

  No, no allergies. When’s a good time to come over?

  I look around the house and down at myself. If Cinderella’s got a date, Cinderella’s going to need time to get ready. My house may be spotless, but I’m a hot mess. 6, 6:30? Depends on what your day looks like.

  Thirty seconds later, a text comes through. 6 it is. I hope you’re hungry.

  I grin, typing fast. Oh I will be. I’ve worked up quite the appetite.

  I tuck the phone back in my pocket and make my way upstairs for a shower. By now, my curls have fallen, and I look like a drowned rat. It’s discouraging but it’s nothing a quick shower and some hot rollers can’t fix.

  At five o’clock, I come downstairs and give the house a final once-over. I re-fluff the pillows and give everything the sniff-test. I check the liquor cabinet and pull out a few bottles, giving Tyler a choice for what to pair with dinner. I pop the cork on a bottle of wine and pour a glass for myself while I wait.

  At 5:30, I pull the hot rollers out of my hair and do my makeup. I pour a second glass of wine and sit on the couch, trying not to watch out the window. My nerves are going to make my heart jump out of my chest; I place my hand over my heart and will it to be still.

  At 5:45, my phone buzzes. I check my messages and a huge smile breaks across my face. He’s on his way. I fluff the pillows and rush upstairs, making sure my bedroom is spotless, just in case.

  As I’m coming down the steps at six o’clock, the doorbell rings. Oh, he’s punctual. I like that. I cross the room and open the door, a huge grin on my face.

  “Come on in, can I help you with anything?” I say to the man behind the mound of takeout boxes.

  “Just show me where the kitchen is,” he mumbles through a mountain of Styrofoam. He pokes his head around the pile of boxes and grins at me.

  “Follow me. Are you sure I can’t take anything from you?”

  I turn my back and hear him whisper, “Oh I’ve got something you can take.”

  “Sorry?”

  “Oh, nothing. I’ve got it. Kitchen?”

  I lead him through the living room and into the kitchen. He sets the boxes down and wipes his forehead, grinning at me.

  My house suddenly smells amazing, like basil and tomatoes and… Garlic bread. Fuck, he knows my weakness. “Wow, Tyler, this smells amazing. I didn’t think any of the Italian restaurants did take out.”

  He smirks and flips open the lid on one of the boxes. “They don’t. You look like the type to like Italian, and I know how to cook Italian so…” He grabs a slice of garlic bread and offers it to me.

  I step closer and take a bite right out of his hand. One bite, and
I’m hooked. If I wasn’t holding onto the counter, I’d melt right into his arms. He watches me chew and swallow, a careless grin spreading across his face.

  “Good, huh?”

  “Best thing I’ve had in my mouth all day,” I mumble through another bite. He winks and picks out a piece for himself, taking a bite.

  “I don’t know, I think I’ve had better things in my mouth.” He drops his piece of bread on the counter and reaches for me, hooking his arm around my waist. He pulls me close and kisses me hard, his mouth crushing mine.

  Chapter 7

  “If you’re gonna kiss me like that, we’re gonna have to skip dinner.” I sigh, pulling back. He grins at me and winks.

  “I wouldn’t mind skipping dinner and going straight to dessert. This stuff reheats well.” The same careless grin scrawls across his face as he sidesteps me and makes his way toward the bottles I set out earlier. “Mind if I have a drink?”

  “Go right ahead.”

  He picks the bottle of whiskey, and I grab him a glass from the cupboard. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I stretch for one from the highest shelf.

  “So, it reheats, huh?” I ask.

  His eyes travel up my body and I feel naked before him. I force myself to offer him the glass and not cover myself with my hand.

  “Oh yeah all of it except the garlic bread. Unless croutons are your thing?” He takes the glass, our fingers brushing. I swear I can see a spark arc between them.

  “No, they’re not.” I watch as he pours himself two fingers and drops some ice cubes in the glass. He takes a long drink, watching me over the glass. I blush and look away, trying to keep myself together.

  He wouldn’t mind going straight to dessert? If he grabs me like that again, I can’t guarantee that we’ll even make it past the garlic bread. I lick my lower lip and find Tyler’s eyes on me once again. The look he sends me goes straight to my pussy, and I can’t stand it another moment.