Chapter 20

I showered, put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror. The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.

I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself. The bra was okay. A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one. The thong. Yeah. I’d have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it was a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw. As long as Jay approved. I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I didn’t have the cash to spare.

I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth. Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash. I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. Jeans seemed boring. Plus they limited his access to down there. But every dress I pulled out seemed too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.

My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair. Could I? What would he think? I guess I’ll find out. I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the TV to wait for his arrival. He didn’t give me an exact time, the afternoon was a big range, and I hoped he meant sooner rather than later.

Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.

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I stood beside the intercom, took off my robe, then put my robe back on. Took it off again. When I’d come up with the idea, I’d envisioned myself greeting him like Marlene Dietrich but now it became apparent I could never be so sultry. Through the condo door, I heard the elevator open. Jay would be here in seconds. I whipped my robe back on and was in the process of tying it when he knocked.

I opened the door, and my heart stopped. Jay stood in the frame, smiling and holding a large bouquet of white lilies in front of him. He was wearing fitted jeans and a navy dress shirt that clung to his muscles. How did he get better looking each time I saw him?

“Abbie, whoa,” he said, a smile sprang across his face. “What have we here?”

Beginning at my neck, he ran his hand along the edge of the robe. My heart pounded, and I swallowed as he moved it lower. I fiddled with the robe, holding it shut over my hips. This was a stupid idea. What must he think of me?

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here and was just getting dressed.” He pulled opened the top of the robe, revealing my bra.

“And here I thought you’d intentionally given me the best welcome.”

I laughed. “Maybe that’s exactly what I was doing.”

“Whichever it is, I like it.” He leaned over and kissed me, careful not to crush the flowers between us.

I took the flowers and reached over to set them on the kitchen counter. The action caused my robe to fall all the way open. His hands went across my skin, around my waist until they reached my back, and pulled me tight against him. Jay pushed me a couple of steps into the condo and shut the door.

We kissed, our tongues darting around each other’s. His hands moved down, onto my ass, caressing and squeezing my cheeks before finding the fabric of my thong. He traced his fingers over it, running them between my ass cheeks.

Jay’s hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. He put me down on my feet and took a step back.

“Lose the robe.”

I pulled it off my arms and tossed it at the chair. Jay’s eyes raked over me, and I stood motionless, my heart a flurry in my chest.

“Spin.”

I turned to face away from him. In a combination of embarrassment and arousal, I felt the heat of his eyes on my ass. He came up tight against my back and dug his hardness into me.

“See what you do to me?”

My entire body quivered, and I stood a little taller. I loved turning him on. I loved the effect I had on this gorgeous man. Most of all, I loved the way he made me feel.

I turned around to face Jay and our eyes met. His usual warm eyes looked devious. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyes, challenging him to take me.

With one hand, he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed sideways across it. Without undressing, he climbed over me, kissing my thighs, my belly. He ran a finger under the strap of my bra and tickled my neck with it when he reached the top of my shoulder.

When his mouth reached my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “You’re too good for these trashy things.” Then he ripped the thong from me and I gasped. He tossed it onto the floor then spread my legs and smoothed over my mound with his hand.

I lifted my arm to feel his bicep, and he worked his fingers over me. Then into me. I moaned, wanting more, and shifted myself to allow him better access. At last he leaned over and gave me his lips. And I took them, sucking at his bottom lip as his fingers set my body on fire.

He withdrew his hand and fumbled with the button on his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough to free his erection, and in moments his tip was at my wet entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to use a condom?”

“Absolutely.” With a speed that both teased and gratified me, his bare cock entered me. He pushed into me with the same agonizing slowness.

The collar of his shirt pressed into my jaw. The shirt buttons rubbed against my chest and belly. I didn’t care. My pussy clenched, welcoming his bare cock. He pounded into me, his huge cock moving harder and faster.

My pulse pounded in my ear. My lungs struggled to take in air. The air in the room charged with electricity as the two of us hurled to climax. Jay would cum in me, his seed would plaster my walls and the thought tipped me into a spasming wreck.

He followed soon after, burying himself in me deeper than he had with the condom on. I was so glad we ditched them.