![]() My nipple was quickly going numb, but Matt kept readjusting his fingers, twisting it tighter and pinching it to keep stimulating the nerves. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he soothed. Why? I was getting so turned on I’d started to worry about leaving a wet spot on my dress. “Nn… no,” I gasped, but I didn’t try to stop him. He pushed his fingers into the cup of my bra, pinched my nipple, twisted it, and held it that way. He said he wasn’t surprised I wanted to touch his cock. When I tried to inch my fingers closer to his cock, he brushed my hand away and started to tease me. We rode most of the way to Boulder like that. Then, as if it were nothing, he retook my breast and wriggled his fingers into my cleavage again. The music seemed to dissatisfy him and his hand left my breast to switch to a dubstep station. God, I love your body…” He shifted in his seat. Cars were passing us and we were passing them, and I knew people must have seen Matt with his hand on my breast. He reached over and squeezed one of my breasts, slipping a few fingers into my cleavage. He was watching the road with a stony expression. Matt slid my hand a little closer to his cock and left it there. I held back last night, but not this time. I know you want to get fucked, wearing a dress like that. I felt my ability to articulate myself gliding away. He pulled my hand onto his lap and pressed it against his thigh. “I love when you’re feisty,” Matt murmured. I held it stiff on my lap for all of three seconds. I only meant that formal things… make me uneasy, okay? Don’t worry, we’ll do something I really enjoy afterward.” Of course this jackass had great taste in music. “Hannah, I enjoy eating.” He’d settled on music. God, I’m sorry you feel the need to endure a nice dinner with me.” “I’m not some idiot girl you have to wine and dine before fucking. “Excuse me?” He was scrolling through his Pandora stations and driving too fast, with an unnerving amount of inattention. “Well that’s kind of shitty Matt,” I snapped. ![]() “So what, you’re just doing this for me?” Totally unlike the man who’d driven me for hours through the nighttime prairie. “There’s a place in Boulder I like,” Matt said as he drove. When he opened the door for me, I nearly fell into his car. Oh lord, the way that shirt tucked into his slacks, showing off his trim hips. Instead, he hugged me gently and kissed my cheek. I wanted him to, even if Chrissy was watching from her window. Matt moved to meet me and I thought he might grab me and start groping my ass again. Oh, and one hundred percent smug bastard. Matt’s smirks came in flavors-two parts kindness, one part wicked amusement, a little lust in the mix. When I went out to meet him, I thought I saw his cocky smirk falter. As I studied him, he glanced at his watch, then smirked toward the house.įuck, he looked right at me! I lurched away from the blinds. He wore pale gray slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. He stood leaning against his car, looking bored. At the last minute I threw on dangly earrings and a silver bracelet. Underneath, I wore a strapless gray pushup with creamy trim and a matching thong. I unpacked a few boxes of clothes, showered and shaved, borrowed some of my sister’s perfume and makeup, and dressed in a short strapless blue dress. I spent the next hour and a half prepping. I could make sure he was real and that this was actually happening to me.Īnd maybe this time I could act like the smart, confident woman I was, not the blushing brainless mush of last night. ![]() It should have annoyed me-this wasn’t a gentlemanly invitation, it was an order-and yet I felt giddy. There is was again, that crazy sexy candor.
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