to be so careful. Well, she'd kind of already done that once, hadn't she? And he hadn't called her back. But she hadn't asked him to either.
“I wouldn't call me, either,” she growled when the elevator doors opened to the lobby.
Darren's body ached as Valerie walked away, back toward the elevator. His body called out for her to stay, but he couldn't force her to want to. He shut the door, mentally berating himself as the elevator dinged. He didn't love Angela. Not anymore. But he was fairly sure that Val thought he did. Rebound girl? Had he gotten that sullen about Angela? God, he was a dumb shit.
He leaned his forehead against the closed door. He would have screwed her silly tonight, and not regretted it. But she would have and that in itself was worth holding off. He'd already had a taste of her, and there was no going back for him. He wanted her, but he wanted more than her body, as delicious as it would be.
His dick throbbed with neglect. Why did he let her leave again? His body remembered her, even when he tried to forget. He slid his hand into his sweatpants, the waistband stretching to accommodate his arm, and grasped his cock, stroking it, smooth and slow, trying to ease his desire for one very sexy waitress.
Darren closed his eyes, visualizing her naked breasts as she knelt before him. Her lovely mouth would form an “O” as she took him inside her mouth, sucking deliciously. Stroking faster, mimicking the motions with his hand he imagined her mouth doing, his balls tightened, eliciting a groan. He would bend his lovely waitress over his kitchen counter, throw her against the wall and fuck her into oblivion, make her ride him until he lost his mind.
His cock lengthened even more, stiffening and ready to explode. He stroked faster, keeping an image of Valerie on her knees, taking his dick deep within her mouth, over and over—
Someone banged on the door he leaned against, the vibration against his forehead startling him backward. He stumbled, swaying as the blood rushed through his body.
Stunned and still very hard, he stared at the door. It was well after fucking midnight. He shoved his too-hard dick back into his sweatpants and cracked the door.
Valerie stood on the other side.
“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper of air, but somehow it echoed in his ears. She met his eyes, a fierceness in them like she was determined to do whatever she'd decided.
“Darren?”
He stared some more, stunned into silence. Any moment now, he was going to wake up and she would be gone.
Was he fucking dreaming?
She cleared her throat, fiddling with her fingertips, and added. “I want to stay.” A pretty maroon blush colored her cheeks. “I mean, if you still want me to.”
It didn't take but a second for it to register before Darren threw open the door the rest of the way and reached for her. She beat him to it, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his torso.
“Hell, yeah, I do,” he said against her mouth as his hands palmed her ass, supporting her as she grabbed his head and attacked his mouth, his erection cradled between her legs. He wanted to set her down and talk to her, find out why she ran, why she came back, but that wasn’t going to happen. His body wasn't responding to him anymore, completely attuned to the way Val’s soft curves melded against him. He kicked the door shut behind him and he carried her toward the bedroom. His cock was leading the way now, fevered with the idea that she was his, that she wanted him, that she came back.
His heart was content that she was there. He'd be able to talk to her later. Now, as he stumbled with her in his arms, he just had to taste her again.
Darren turned and pressed her against the wall, unable to wait until they reached the bedroom. Her back landed against the wall with a thud, knocking a picture off the wall, but she didn't complain. Instead, she tangled her fingers in his hair, tightening her hold. He grunted as he ground his pelvis into
“I wouldn't call me, either,” she growled when the elevator doors opened to the lobby.
Darren's body ached as Valerie walked away, back toward the elevator. His body called out for her to stay, but he couldn't force her to want to. He shut the door, mentally berating himself as the elevator dinged. He didn't love Angela. Not anymore. But he was fairly sure that Val thought he did. Rebound girl? Had he gotten that sullen about Angela? God, he was a dumb shit.
He leaned his forehead against the closed door. He would have screwed her silly tonight, and not regretted it. But she would have and that in itself was worth holding off. He'd already had a taste of her, and there was no going back for him. He wanted her, but he wanted more than her body, as delicious as it would be.
His dick throbbed with neglect. Why did he let her leave again? His body remembered her, even when he tried to forget. He slid his hand into his sweatpants, the waistband stretching to accommodate his arm, and grasped his cock, stroking it, smooth and slow, trying to ease his desire for one very sexy waitress.
Darren closed his eyes, visualizing her naked breasts as she knelt before him. Her lovely mouth would form an “O” as she took him inside her mouth, sucking deliciously. Stroking faster, mimicking the motions with his hand he imagined her mouth doing, his balls tightened, eliciting a groan. He would bend his lovely waitress over his kitchen counter, throw her against the wall and fuck her into oblivion, make her ride him until he lost his mind.
His cock lengthened even more, stiffening and ready to explode. He stroked faster, keeping an image of Valerie on her knees, taking his dick deep within her mouth, over and over—
Someone banged on the door he leaned against, the vibration against his forehead startling him backward. He stumbled, swaying as the blood rushed through his body.
Stunned and still very hard, he stared at the door. It was well after fucking midnight. He shoved his too-hard dick back into his sweatpants and cracked the door.
Valerie stood on the other side.
“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper of air, but somehow it echoed in his ears. She met his eyes, a fierceness in them like she was determined to do whatever she'd decided.
“Darren?”
He stared some more, stunned into silence. Any moment now, he was going to wake up and she would be gone.
Was he fucking dreaming?
She cleared her throat, fiddling with her fingertips, and added. “I want to stay.” A pretty maroon blush colored her cheeks. “I mean, if you still want me to.”
It didn't take but a second for it to register before Darren threw open the door the rest of the way and reached for her. She beat him to it, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his torso.
“Hell, yeah, I do,” he said against her mouth as his hands palmed her ass, supporting her as she grabbed his head and attacked his mouth, his erection cradled between her legs. He wanted to set her down and talk to her, find out why she ran, why she came back, but that wasn’t going to happen. His body wasn't responding to him anymore, completely attuned to the way Val’s soft curves melded against him. He kicked the door shut behind him and he carried her toward the bedroom. His cock was leading the way now, fevered with the idea that she was his, that she wanted him, that she came back.
His heart was content that she was there. He'd be able to talk to her later. Now, as he stumbled with her in his arms, he just had to taste her again.
Darren turned and pressed her against the wall, unable to wait until they reached the bedroom. Her back landed against the wall with a thud, knocking a picture off the wall, but she didn't complain. Instead, she tangled her fingers in his hair, tightening her hold. He grunted as he ground his pelvis into
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