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forward behavior. Zach leans forward and places his large hands on his knees, teasing the edge of my skirt with his thumbs. “Tell me, Natalie, why were you in Greenwich?”
My mouth is suddenly extremely dry, so I subtly clear my throat and smile. “Unfortunately, I live there. I’m on my way to an interview for the French Foundation . . . hence the light reading en français.”
“Sexy and smart. What do you do exactly, besides seduce rich men on trains?” Zach’s thumb makes its way under my skirt and the warming sensation beneath my panties starts its hyper-drive. From the size of his hands and the dexterity of his thumbs, I can only assume he’s thick and powerful below the belt. And did he just say rich?
“I’m a full-time sexpot and a part-time PR expert. I specialize in making people look good.” I smile as his hand rests entirely under my skirt. “And you, heading into the City for a matinee?”
Zach’s head shakes with amusement. “You’re incredible, Natalie. Can I take you to dinner after your interview?”
“What about the library? I was looking forward to some bibliosex.” I pout jokingly.
Zach’s masculine frame hovers over me momentarily and then squeezes next to me on the narrow two-seater. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his face. His cologne is delightful and the small group of freckles spotting his nose is enough to send my nipples into a rock-hard frenzy. I’m a sucker for a man-boy.
“Natalie, I will fuck you. I’ve already imagined you in multiple positions, mostly on your knees sucking my cock, taking it deeper and deeper until it burns your throat . . . but also on top of me grinding your incredible body into physical exhaustion.” Zach leans in closer so that his lips touch my flushed cheek. “Do you believe me? Is that what you want?” He barely whispers, his breath tickling my neck.
“Uh huh.” That’s the best I can do. Damn it, he’s using my ploy.
“Tickets.” An attendant is standing above us with a hole puncher and a tiny frown. Zach takes the paper ticket hiding in my book and hands it to the guy along with his laminated ticket. What the fuck? Only one type of person has a laminated train ticket, a commuter.
As soon as the attendant moves to the other car, I snap my head in Zach’s direction. “Why were you in Greenwich?” Look, I pretty much live by the motto of taking a bull by his balls and living life by the moment, but I can’t stand a liar. If this guy is married I’m going—
“My mom has cancer and I take her to her treatments every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. My father hates those offices, watching them poke and prod her with needles.”
Oh, well now I feel like shit.
“I’m sorry. That must be difficult for you. I can’t imagine what my life would be like caring for someone other than myself; I’m kinda selfish that way.” Zach angles his back to rest against the window and studies my face.
“I seriously doubt that. You strike me as a very giving person.” He pauses with a sincere smile then says, “Natalie, there’s nothing wrong with wanting something for yourself; a dream doesn’t make you selfish.”
“So, do you live or work in Manhattan?” I ask.
“Both. I live Downtown near TriBeCa and work for my family’s company. Don’t judge!” Zach smiles boyishly, but there seems to be a hint of embarrassment behind his eyes.
“You didn’t judge me and I was reading a children’s book.” I run my hand up his muscular leg as he shifts his weight to allow for full exploration.
“Are we still on for dinner?” he asks.
The train enters the dark tunnel on its non-stop plow to Grand Central and the lights flicker on and off. Zach reaches in to kiss me. It’s soft and delicate until his tongue darts between my lips. He tastes like spearmint and lust and I return his tongue acrobatics with a few of my own tricks.
The overhead announcement crackles through the train, “Grand Central
My mouth is suddenly extremely dry, so I subtly clear my throat and smile. “Unfortunately, I live there. I’m on my way to an interview for the French Foundation . . . hence the light reading en français.”
“Sexy and smart. What do you do exactly, besides seduce rich men on trains?” Zach’s thumb makes its way under my skirt and the warming sensation beneath my panties starts its hyper-drive. From the size of his hands and the dexterity of his thumbs, I can only assume he’s thick and powerful below the belt. And did he just say rich?
“I’m a full-time sexpot and a part-time PR expert. I specialize in making people look good.” I smile as his hand rests entirely under my skirt. “And you, heading into the City for a matinee?”
Zach’s head shakes with amusement. “You’re incredible, Natalie. Can I take you to dinner after your interview?”
“What about the library? I was looking forward to some bibliosex.” I pout jokingly.
Zach’s masculine frame hovers over me momentarily and then squeezes next to me on the narrow two-seater. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his face. His cologne is delightful and the small group of freckles spotting his nose is enough to send my nipples into a rock-hard frenzy. I’m a sucker for a man-boy.
“Natalie, I will fuck you. I’ve already imagined you in multiple positions, mostly on your knees sucking my cock, taking it deeper and deeper until it burns your throat . . . but also on top of me grinding your incredible body into physical exhaustion.” Zach leans in closer so that his lips touch my flushed cheek. “Do you believe me? Is that what you want?” He barely whispers, his breath tickling my neck.
“Uh huh.” That’s the best I can do. Damn it, he’s using my ploy.
“Tickets.” An attendant is standing above us with a hole puncher and a tiny frown. Zach takes the paper ticket hiding in my book and hands it to the guy along with his laminated ticket. What the fuck? Only one type of person has a laminated train ticket, a commuter.
As soon as the attendant moves to the other car, I snap my head in Zach’s direction. “Why were you in Greenwich?” Look, I pretty much live by the motto of taking a bull by his balls and living life by the moment, but I can’t stand a liar. If this guy is married I’m going—
“My mom has cancer and I take her to her treatments every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. My father hates those offices, watching them poke and prod her with needles.”
Oh, well now I feel like shit.
“I’m sorry. That must be difficult for you. I can’t imagine what my life would be like caring for someone other than myself; I’m kinda selfish that way.” Zach angles his back to rest against the window and studies my face.
“I seriously doubt that. You strike me as a very giving person.” He pauses with a sincere smile then says, “Natalie, there’s nothing wrong with wanting something for yourself; a dream doesn’t make you selfish.”
“So, do you live or work in Manhattan?” I ask.
“Both. I live Downtown near TriBeCa and work for my family’s company. Don’t judge!” Zach smiles boyishly, but there seems to be a hint of embarrassment behind his eyes.
“You didn’t judge me and I was reading a children’s book.” I run my hand up his muscular leg as he shifts his weight to allow for full exploration.
“Are we still on for dinner?” he asks.
The train enters the dark tunnel on its non-stop plow to Grand Central and the lights flicker on and off. Zach reaches in to kiss me. It’s soft and delicate until his tongue darts between my lips. He tastes like spearmint and lust and I return his tongue acrobatics with a few of my own tricks.
The overhead announcement crackles through the train, “Grand Central
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