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  “I will not be hanging out with Jake, Lee.” I grab my napkin and lay it in my lap. I’ve seen him a couple times since that incident but I’ve managed to stay away from him. I don’t think we’ve uttered a word to each other since that night. I’m still annoyed about how he left things, eight months later.

  “You never told me what happened between you two at the wedding. Hunter saw y’all talking and flirting.” I know she just wants me to be happy and she thinks that brother of Hunter’s is a good match for me. Maybe it’s time to let her know that that ship has sailed.

  “We didn’t flirt, Lee. He fingered me and left. End of story. Oh, our margaritas are here!” I try to change the subject quickly, but she’s having none of it. It’s silent as the lady sets our drinks down. Our waitress quickly gets the hint, mostly from Lee’s scrutinizing gaze, and scuttles away from our standoff.

  “What do you mean he fingered you and left?” Her voice crescendos and then transforms into a hiss. I’ve never heard Lee’s voice do that before. I sip on my drink and stare her down. She just looks back, awaiting my answer. She’s trying to crack me, damn it. Well, the cat’s already out of the bag.

  “We were at the reception in a dark corner. We were both tipsy and couldn’t drive home, so we passed the time by getting me off. When I came, he left.” I try and leave it at that, but I can tell by the cock of Lee’s head there’s going to be about a million and one more questions.

  “So, y’all didn’t have sex but you got off and he just left?” Now, she’s getting it.

  “Exactly.” She has a confounded look on her face It’s probably the same one I wore on the night Jake left . . . with his blue balls. “He said he liked my come face and that he’d see me around. Jake probably has a small penis.” I pop a chip in my mouth to shut it from talking anymore. I know I sound bitter. That bastard got to me. I grab another chip from the basket on our table and go to town. Maybe, if I stuff my face, I won’t have to talk about this awkward encounter with her brother-in-law.

  “What man just leaves without a happy ending for himself? That’s weird. It’s apparent he was into you since he got you off. And I highly doubt he has a small peen. Hunter’s is like perfectly big.” Yuck. I don’t want to hear about her husband’s wiener.

  “First of all, good for you. Second, I know, right? Let’s talk about something else. How’s the baby? Is she kicking today?” Lee lets it go and dives into the chips herself. The conversation switches to the baby, which we both could talk about for hours. We get a refill on our chip basket since I’m eating my feelings and Lee is eating for two. I still can’t believe she’s having a little baby girl. I’m designing the nursery for her and we talk about color schemes. By the time we pay our check it’s dark outside.

  I haven’t dated much in the past eight months and I know I’m in a bit of a slump. But I haven’t really been actively trying to date either. I’m concentrating on my career. I’m glad to be moving in with Maggie. I miss having someone to talk to on a day-to-day basis. Lee’s been a bit busy with the pregnancy and her new husband, as she should be. This feels like a new chapter in my life.

  Lee holds my arm in hers. “Hey, look. We’ll go do some girl stuff next weekend. How about a mani-pedi at Maggie’s?” She means at Shear-lock Combs. I love going there. Maggie’s hilarious. We were in a book club called The Bookends together. Maggie rallied for a new name, Boner Honers. Needless to say, it was a no-go. So we formed our own book club. Lee and I also axed Maggie’s suggested name. We all settled on Smut Sluts. It’s crass, but that’s us in a nutshell. We haven’t really been meeting lately since Lee’s busy with doctor appointments and Maggie and I are working over forty hours a week.

  “Sounds like just what the doctor ordered.” I smile and we say our goodbyes. Lee’s off to the country with her cowboy and I’m off to my man-free apartment in the city. I head to my car and as I pull the handle on the door, a neon sign grabs my attention. There’s a new bar across the street. I don’t feel like going home, so I decide to check it out. Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I huff across the street and open the heavy wood door to The Big D bar. The name seems promising.

  It’s Friday night and the place seems a bit quiet when I walk in. Of course, it’s only about nine o’clock. This joint reminds me of another hipster bar. It’s pretty clean with indie movie posters on the walls. Then there are the guys here, with their suspenders and beard wax. Don’t get me wrong. I like beards a lot, but not when they’re on some poser with Armani underwear.

  I’m just about to turn around and leave, when I hear someone’s voice I recognize. A voice that’s haunted my dreams and brought me the ultimate pleasure. I search around the wood tables and chairs sprinkled throughout. I spot Jake on a barstool by another man who’s also dressed in work attire. He hasn’t spotted me yet, so I take in my fill. His ass looks so good in those fitted slacks. Damn, I didn’t get a good look or grab at that during the reception.

  His companion sees me looking their way and Jake turns on his stool. I shift my eyes between the two of them. His friend, who I assume is another accountant, gets up and walks toward me. I glance over at Jake and he seems perturbed. I guess he’s not that happy to see me. I wonder if this guy coming toward me is going to hit on me. That would be awkward.

  I step away from the entrance and try to look casual as I check out the bar menu displayed on an easel. Accountant number two approaches me. He looks down as he scratches the back of his neck. Gosh, this guy is coming off shy. “Hey, I know the door was unlocked, but the bar actually hasn’t opened yet. I’m currently training staff. We don’t open for another week. Unless . . . you’re here for an interview?” Wait, what? I glance around at the bar and notice why it’s so quiet. There are people around, but they’re cleaning, organizing and looking at the menu. They’re also all wearing a green shirt with a gold logo of Big D’s. Shit. How did I miss that?

  I feel so embarrassed. Not only am I wrong about this guy making a move on me, he’s kicking me out, and right in front of Jake. Speaking of which, Jake’s staring at me with a smirk on his face. “You’re Big D?” Yeah, really, that’s all that comes out of my mouth.

  “Umm, Yeah. My name’s Devon.” Devon extends his hand out and I unconsciously shake it.

  “Sorry, I’m Evie. The lights were on and I just assumed. Then I saw Jake in here and I . . .”

  “Oh, you know Jake?” He motions behind him. Just about that time, Jake joins us.

  “I’m done here, Devon. I’ll get back to you later this week. I’ll walk Ms. Walker out.” Jake grips my arm tightly and before I can protest or say another word, he’s leading me out the door. What’s his deal? How does Jake know my last name? We met so briefly and I don’t think I ever told him. The only reason I know Jake’s last name is because it’s the same as Hunter’s, Westley. The door closes behind us and we’re shrouded in darkness with just a dim streetlight a few feet away.

  4

  I turn on him and give him an annoyed look. Who does he think he is, manhandling me like that? Jake grabs me by the back of the neck and smashes our lips together. My back hits against the brick wall of the bar. His whole body encompasses me, shielding me from view. This is unexpected, but I’m rolling with it. Jake’s kisses are intoxicating. I grab his neck and attack him right back. I hear the buzz of the bar sign, cars driving in the distance, and our lips smacking against each other. It’s heady.

  The door to the bar opens and Devon walks out. I push Jake away from me and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Damn it. I just fell back into his arms. What’s wrong with me? Devon looks between us. Jake looks pristine and exudes a calm demeanor. I’m sure my hair is mussed up. Somehow, my blouse is untucked and I’m sure my lipstick is smeared down my chin. I try and look at Devon innocently. Nope, I wasn’t just making out with someone.

  “Hey, Jake. I just wanted to make sure you got this paperwork you left in the bar.” He hands over a bright red folder to Jake and slips back i
nside. Smart man.

  “What was that?” I plant my fists on my hips and narrow my eyes at the sexy prick.

  Jake turns away from me and walks toward a lit parking lot. What the hell? I need answers. I follow him and he starts talking, like he knew I would chase after him. “Look, we started off on the wrong foot. After I made you come, you looked at me like you wanted to marry me. I don’t want that shit, so I bailed. I’m a bit stressed right now with work. If you want to blow off some steam and get fucked within an inch of your life, get in the car.” He unlocks the doors and waits outside of his car for my answer. He looks so scrumptious. Jake’s brown eyes twinkle in this light. I shake those thoughts and think about what he’s said.

  First, I didn’t look at him like I wanted to marry him. If you give a girl an orgasm, she’s going to look appreciative. That’s all that was. I don’t say that though, I think about his offer. Okay, so here’s my reasoning: I’ve been in a slump and he’s hot as fuck and we can totally have earth-shattering sex. It would probably be the best sex of my life and who says no to that? So, I get in the fucking car.

  Jake’s black Porsche kicks into gear and we speed off in the night. He drives fast down all the one-way streets. It just reminds me of how he’s always in control of everything. His hand moves from the steering wheel to my thigh. Shortly, we arrive in an underground parking garage. Jake swiftly stops in a reserved parking spot. Of course, he’d have reserved parking in his building. I’m lucky to get a spot at my apartment complex, speaking of which . . .

  “What about my car? I left it in the restaurant parking lot.”

  “I’ll drop you off there in the morning.” He turns the ignition off and pulls out the key.

  “I’m staying the night?” This is news to me.

  “What part of I’m fucking you within an inch of your life didn’t you understand? You’ll be comatose when I’m done with you.” Holy fuck. I’m sure my mouth is hanging open.

  It’s silent in the car and his hand is still on my leg. I wait to see what Jake does. His hand slowly moves up my leg to the end of my skirt. He’s looking straight ahead and his breathing is calm, as opposed to mine, which is puffing out of me in quick bursts.

  “Spread your legs.” I’m taken back to that night, when he said the same line. I grip the edge of my seat and widen my legs. I’m so ready to come right now. I close my eyes and my head falls back against the headrest. That’d be hot if he sucks on his fingers like he did last time. I wonder if we’ll even make it to his apartment. God, what if he bends me over the hood of his car? My panties are now drenched from all the scenarios running in my head.

  Jake’s hand finally reaches my panties. He cups me over them. “Good, you’re ready. Let’s go.” A big grin spreads across his face.

  What? The overhead light comes on in his car as he opens his door. He’s getting me all worked up and leading me on. What a tease! I huff out a breath and follow him to the elevator. Jake wraps his arm around my waist and brings me flush to his side. What the hell is that? That’s a total boyfriend move. He said this was just sex. The look I gave him at the wedding made him bolt. I don’t understand this guy at all, but if he’s promising me a good hard fuck I’m totally on board. Toot. Toot.

  The elevator brings us up to his floor and unfortunately, he’s a complete gentleman the whole way. Damn, I thought we’d have hot elevator sex. It sounds so enticing in books and movies. I’ve always wanted to break one in. Jake unlocks his door and strolls in. I place my purse on the entry table and slip off my heels at the door. I’m ready to get down to business. I hear clanking from what’s probably the kitchen and head toward the noise.

  His apartment is exactly what I expected it to be, a corporate bachelor pad. It has a huge window that extends the entire living room. There’s a lot of muted grays, black, and beige. I could totally do this space up nice with some color. I bet a pop of blue here and there would perk it up. He has a large TV and a sectional. Everything looks new and not lived in. It’s an ordinary city apartment. The view is something else though. I look out over the city lights. Downtown Dallas looks really good from here. He’s not on the top floor of the building, but it’s close. Enough sightseeing, I’m going to get laid.

  The kitchen is right off the living room, perfect for entertaining. It has contemporary white cabinets with no knobs. It’s sleek and clean. The counters are black granite, a little outdated, but nice nonetheless. Why am I mentally designing his place? I need to be taking my panties off.

  “Do you want a drink?” Jake already has amber liquid poured in a glass. He takes a large gulp. It’s weird seeing this corporate man in a domestic setting such as this. I almost giggle to myself when I imagine him in an apron. I need to be imagining him naked, both of us writhing on the floor of this kitchen.

  “No, thank you,” I reply. I stand and watch him down his entire glass. Jake must have had an extremely rough week at work.

  “I needed a stiff drink before our sexathon.” He looks straight at me like I’m already naked and he’s waiting to prime me for hot sex. I’d love to tear off his clothes right now. I didn’t get to see any part of his skin or touch him last time. I can’t wait to see every inch of his body.

  “Sexathon?” My legs clench together. I hope that means what I think it does, because I’m ready for an all-nighter. Jake’s probably just being cocky. Most guys can only go one time.

  “Yes. Plus, alcohol will help me go longer the first time.” He places the glass down on the counter and stalks toward me. Longer? First time? I move away from him until my butt hits the back of his couch. I’m mesmerized by his brown eyes. I want to suck on his lip again. He’s such a good kisser. Jake’s hair is a bit longer than it was at the wedding. It’s flopping in his face a bit. There are no lights on except for the one coming from the kitchen. The glow barely reaches us. The darkness adds to the sexual tension between us. I grip the back of the couch, anticipating his next move.

  “Take off your clothes.” I gasp. A man hasn’t seen me naked in a while. I’ve been intensifying my workouts at the gym, but I’m always a little nervous to bare everything. He must sense my hesitation, because he moves to undo the buttons on my blouse. Jake gives me a small kiss on my lips and moves away after he’s opened my blouse to expose my bra. It’s boring beige. If I’d known I’d be getting lucky tonight, I would have worn a matching set. I brush off my blouse from my shoulders and it floats to the floor. I’m starting to feel sexy and a bit more confident. His eyes don’t leave mine. There’s a hunger like I’ve never seen emanating from them.

  Jake moves to the dining area and grabs a chair. He places it in the center of the living room and sits down. I wonder if he’s going to ask me to dance for him. I’ve had my fair share of sex, but I’ve never danced for anyone. He removes his cufflinks and chucks them on his coffee table and rolls his sleeves up. It looks like he’s about to get down and dirty. Yes! I unzip my skirt and push it off my hips until it too falls at my feet. I’m now in my bra and panties and he’s just taking me all in. I feel powerful, sexy, and wanted. His look betrays his need and it spurs me on to remove my bra. Jake licks his lips.

  “Leave the panties on, I’ll remove those. Come here, sugar.” He leans back in his chair and watches me sashay to him. There’s a substantial bulge in his pants. I was totally lying when I told Lenora that he had a small penis. If it’s anything like I felt against me that night, it’s massive. My hands itch to stroke him. Jake spreads his legs so I can move between them. His hands glide up my hips and he grips my panties. I wiggle against his touch. Just to have a man touch me after so long and look at me the way he is, makes me want to stay in his arms forever. I nix that idea the moment it crosses my mind; no attachments. He pushes the opposing black fabric down my legs. Once it hits my ankles, I kick them to the side as he begins kissing my pelvis. Jake grabs one ass cheek to force my body against his face. I sigh and grip his shoulders for balance. This man is going to be the death of me. I’m desperate for his tou
ch.

  His tongue slides down my mound. “Oh!” I grip on to his hair as he descends to my wet lips below. My eyes close and my head falls back. I’m going to enjoy everything he has to give me. I need this like my next breath and it seems he does too. I’ve never been with a man who’s done this much foreplay. I’m a quivering mess.

  “You can be as loud as you want now,” he says between kisses. I wonder if he thinks about the night of the wedding reception too. I know that’s what he’s referring to.

  Jake places sweet small kisses to my mound. I moan. His hand that’s gripping my ass moves to my thigh and raises my leg up so my foot rests on the arm of the chair. I’m spread for him. God, this is exquisite. I feel like I’m his personal buffet. Jake’s hand slides from my thigh back to my ass as he grinds his face against my pussy. He’s enthusiastic with his lips and tongue. Fuck. Him and his mouth are going to make me come any second. His other hand rests on my hip encouraging me to grind against him. Jake knows exactly what he wants and he takes it. That’s what I need in the bedroom. There’s nothing sexier to me than confidence.

  I tilt my pelvis to meet his soft lips. “Ugh! Yes, Jake.” I moan and tug at his hair. It spurs him on to eat me out harder. My legs start to shake as he supports me and I crash down on his tongue. I call out and shamelessly roll my hips against his lips. Jake moans too and the rumble of his voice against my core prolongs my orgasm. I writhe against him and grip his shoulders for balance. Then, Jake moves away and looks up at me with wet lips. Why is that so hot? So, he’s an expert with his fingers and his tongue. I can’t wait for his cock. He rubs my thighs lovingly. Why is he being so gentle? I thought he was going to fuck me within an inch of my life. I’m confused. I don’t want any feelings in this. I just want to get what I need and get out. I also can’t wait to see what he does next.