Unlike our last date, to Freaky Freddy’s Pool Hall, this time Hannah actually lets me pick her up at her apartment. I consider driving myself, but eventually decide to have Ted drive me over there. I don’t want to miss an opportunity for a repeat of what happened after we went to Freddy’s that night. I go up the apartment to get her and do a double take when she answers the door.

“You look … wow.” She’s wearing a little black dress and she’s got her hair pinned up instead of down over her shoulders the way she normally wears it. It shows off her long, elegant neck.

“Recognize the dress?” She smooths it down over her delicious hips. “I wore it on our first date.”

I think back again to the night at Freddy’s. “I thought you wore a sundress that night? I have a very vivid recollection from when you climbed on my lap in the backseat…”

“Shhh!” Hannah snaps, looking around for her sister, but she’s laughing. “Not that night. Our real first date. At L’Amour.”

“Oh, you mean the date you ran out on?”

She grins. “Maybe.”

“I had such high hopes for that night,” I tease. “Instead I got drunk by myself and jerked off looking at your pictures.”

“Trent!” She swats me playfully in the arm. “I’m just going to go say goodbye to Ally and then we can go.”

A few minutes later I have her in the back of the SUV with me. I can barely keep my hands off her. Her dress might be tasteful and elegant, but in the backseat of the car it rides up, showing off her creamy white thighs and all I can do is think about what’s between them. All I can think about is being between them.

I lean over and nuzzle at her neck and she responds instantly to my touch. She tilts her head and finds my lips with hers.

She feels so soft against me that I want to push her down on the leather seats and slide my hand right up her dress. As if she can read my mind, Hannah lets her thighs fall open and drops my hand on the upper part of her thigh.

“Are you trying to corrupt me?” I tease.

She bites her cute little lip. “Maybe.”

“It’s working.” I go in for another kiss but the way her hands are splayed against my chest makes me crazy. I run my hand further up her thigh, until I’m almost pressed against her heat. When she whimpers, I move it the rest of the way up, pressing against her, and then stop in surprise.

“Are you not wearing panties, young lady?”

Her cheeks color and she shakes her head.

I move my hand against her briefly. She’s drenched already and my hand comes away soaked. My cock surges inside my pants, so hungry for her that there’s no way it’s going back down any time soon. At least not until it gets what it wants.

“This won’t do,” I say. My voice is hoarse with need. I want to fuck her right now — but not in the car. “Are you up for a change of plans?”

She sucks in her lip. “What do you have in mind?”

I slide the privacy partition open just enough so that Ted can hear me.

“We need to make a different stop,” I tell him. “Back to the penthouse, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

I slide the partition closed again and look at Hannah.

“Think you’re ready to see my place?”

* * *

We get there just twenty minutes later but it feels like an eternity. We kiss the entire time and by the time we get out of the SUV, my cock is uncomfortably hard and constrained in my pants.

We cross through the lobby and then take the elevator up to the fortieth floor. I sneak a glance at Hannah as she first steps into the apartment, but she doesn’t even bother looking around. She lets her purse fall to the floor and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her hot little body against mine.

My cock strains even harder, and I lean in to kiss her. I can’t get enough of kissing her, the way her lips mold to mine, the way her tongue dances up against mine. It’s like having sex with our mouths.

Hannah’s fingers move to my chest and start slowly undoing my buttons. I can feel her brush my skin as she makes her way down, pulling the shirt out of the waist of my pants and then slowly sliding it off my shoulders.

When it’s finally off, she gasps, tracing her fingers around the tattoos that cover my chest.

“I’d seen them in your pictures,” she whispers, pressing her palm against a dragon on the side of my torso. “But I had sort of forgotten about them. They’re so … sexy.”

I grin, and bring her fingers up to my lips, kissing them one by one.

“Yeah? You like them?” I’d been collecting them for awhile, ever since Luke and I were in college. They’re only on my chest, where they can’t be seen under a suit, and I imagine most of my business associates would be surprised to even know they exist. But I like knowing they’re there — I take strength from them, somehow.

“I love them,” she says. She bends her head and runs her tongue across the lines of ink. I groan at her touch.

Her hands and mouth roam all across my chest, feeling me as intently as if she were blind. When she’s satisfied, she moves down to my waist and tugs at the button on my pants.

My cocks strains towards her immediately but I don’t do anything to touch her, just let her continue her exploration. She yanks down my zipper and pushes my pants and boxer briefs down over my hips. My cock springs out at her and she gasps a little and then giggles.

I kick off the pants so that I’m standing there naked in front of her. She looks at me hungrily and then pulls me into another kiss. This time, with her body pressed against me, there’s only her dress still separating my cock from her, and the way the slinky fabric rubs against my raging dick makes my muscles tense.

“I need to feel you,” I tell her. I grab the hem of her dress and she obediently lifts her arms while I yank it up over her head. She’s got a little black bra on — but no panties, of course. I reach around her back with one hand and make quick work of the bra, letting it fall to the floor beside us.

“That was … impressive,” she giggles.

“I have so many hidden talents,” I tell her, nuzzling my lips against her ear. “Just wait.”

“Trent?” she whispers, biting her bottom lip again. “I don’t want to have to wait.”

Her words drive a bolt of lust through my body.

“Good,” I say, scooping her up. “Me neither.”

I carry her like that to the bedroom as she laughs breathlessly against my shoulder. Then I throw her down on my king sized bed.

Despite everything we’ve done together, I’ve never seen her completely undressed and I take a moment to admire the exquisite beauty of her body. I knew roughly what she would look like, obviously, and I had seen pictures, but there’s something about seeing her prone on my bed, everything open to me, that completely undoes me.

“You’re really beautiful, you know.” My words catch in my throat.

“Stop.”

“No, I’m serious.”

She turns onto her side and curls her knees up against her chest, suddenly shy.

“Hey.” I kneel on the bed in front of her and nudge her gently so that she’s lying on her back again, and then I kneel over her. My cock aches for her, and being so close to her pussy right now, part of me just wants to just push myself into her, take her right now.

But I want her to know how fucking perfect she is.

I start with her face, kissing her all over — her eyelids, her ears, the side of her nose, the line of her jaw. I make my way down her neck, kissing the hollow of her throat, and then the curve of her collar bone. I kiss my way down her arms and then back up to her chest.

I find her breasts with my mouth and kiss those too, grazing my teeth across her nipples, which are perfect little peaks. Her breath is coming in short pants as I swirl my tongue around her little buds, kneading her tits in my hands.

As much as I would love to just stay there all night, I keep working my way down her body, kissing my way across her stomach, down over hips, up and down her thighs. I kiss her knees, her ankles, the tops of her feet.

When I’ve covered almost every inch of her body, I nudge her legs apart and kneel between them. I’ve saved the best for last.

I lean into her, breathing in the sweet scent of her pussy. There’s something about her that I find completely intoxicating, and I feel almost light-headed at the anticipation of tasting her again.

I brace myself against the bed and then lean forward further, until I can reach my tongue out and flick at her clit.

She immediately gasps and tenses, then giggles nervously.

I look up. “If this is funny, then I’m doing something wrong,” I tell her and she immediately stills, watching me with intense dark eyes.

I go back between her legs and flick my tongue out again. Her clit is hard and swollen already, big enough that I could suck it right into my mouth if I wanted to. Instead I swoop my tongue around it a few times and then flick at it again.

Hannah squirms underneath me and I put my hands on her hips, locking her into place beneath me. I keep flicking at her clit until I feel her legs start to shake. Then I back off a little and lick my way further down her pussy. I graze my teeth along her lips and lick the flat smooth crease between them. I find her entrance and lick her there too.

Now she’s really shaking, though with my hands holding her in place she can’t do much else. I find my way back up to her clit and tease her there some more. She’s making a mewling noise now, over and over, like a fucking little kitten, and her whole body is quivering.

I’m torn between wanting to make her come all over my face, or wanting to finally sheath myself inside of her.

I decide to let her choose.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” I say, letting my words tickle her clit. “Or do you want me to fuck you now?”

She doesn’t answer, just mewls again, at a higher pitch, and shimmies her hips down closer to my face. I grin.

“I’ll take that as my answer. Greedy, aren’t we?”

I kiss her clit and then pull her lips between my teeth, running my tongue all over them. Then I harden my tongue again and flick it back and forth over her clit.

Her body starts shaking even more violently, and then her hands are in my hair. She pushes my face forward and grinds her body against my mouth. I work my tongue harder, trying to make it as good for her as it is for me.

When I suck her clit between my lips again I feel her body tense and then finally arch. Her hips buck up against my mouth as her climax takes her. I keep her clit firmly between my lips, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, while her body bucks again and again. Finally she gives one final shudder and stills.

I release my grasp on her hips and take my mouth off her. I lean in and kiss her clit one more time and she shudders again. Her breath is coming in huge heaving pants.

I pull my way up her body, until we’re face to face again.

She wraps her arms around my neck.

“Trent, that was… wow.” She still hasn’t quite caught her breath but she pulls me in for a kiss anyway. I’m sure she can taste her juices all over me and I wonder if she finds it as sexy as I do.

Our bodies are pressed together as we kiss and then slowly she wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer to her. My cock is almost right at her entrance now. I don’t want to wait anymore.

As if she knows exactly what I want, Hannah angles her hips towards me.

“Fuck me, Trent,” she whispers. “Take everything.”

I don’t need any more prompting. I nudge my cock between her legs and find her entrance. She’s soaked but I still take my time pushing into her. I’m still scared I’m going to hurt her — she’s so tight. She keeps her legs wrapped around my hips though, and with every inch that I push forward she pulls me closer.

Finally, I’m completely inside her. Her arms are still around my neck, and with her thighs around my waist, I can barely get any traction, but somehow that makes it hotter. I move slowly against her, wanting to feel every exquisite inch of her around my cock.

“Fuck, Hannah,” I whisper into her hair. “Your pussy feels so good. Everything about you is fucking amazing.”

I lean in and kiss her as I slowly move against her, inside her. We’re locked together in a primal rhythm and the closer I get the harder I thrust. My breath is coming in short pants and I groan when I feel Hannah run her nails down my back.

“Come inside me, Trent,” she whispers. I don’t need any more invitation than that. I finally let go and the wave of pleasure I’ve been coasting on since she first put my hand on her thigh in the car finally breaks. It washes over me and for a second I feel like I might drown in it and never come back up.

The orgasm rips through me. My balls churn and my cock jerks and then I’m shooting out wave after wave of semen inside of her. It seems to keep coming, long after the orgasm should have ended, just keeps pouring out until there’s literally nothing left in me.

I finally collapse on top of her and now I’m the one laughing a bit manically.

“That was…”

“Yeah.” She kisses my forehead.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

We lay like that for a minute, coming back to earth.

Finally, when I can breathe again, I look into her dark brown eyes.

“I have good news and bad news,” I whisper.

“What?” Her face goes concerned. “What’s the bad news?”

“I think we missed our reservation at L’Amour.”

She giggles. “I think you might be right. What’s the good news?”

“Since we no longer have to be anywhere, we have time to do that again.”

“Hmm,” she says, as she snakes her hand around my neck. “That is good news.”

Hannah asks if she can shower first, so I set her up with a towel and some bath things. I’m half tempted to join her but I make the mistake of checking my phone and see that I have a bunch of missed calls from Luke.

As soon as I hear the water running in the bathroom, I call him back.

“I finished the collection,” he says, by way of greeting.

“That’s great.”

“Oh, you say that now.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I took your advice. It’s all stuff that you can mass produce and mass market. You could fucking flat-pack that shit if you wanted to.”

“That’s great.” Relief floods through me. Luke has been resisting this direction for months, so I’m glad to see he’s finally on board.

“It’s not great, Trent. It’s a fucking mess.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Why don’t you look at it and then tell me?”

“Fine. I’ll come out tomorrow. How’s that?”

“Fine.” He sounds like he’s pouting, which I’m sure is just his artistic side coming out. He doesn’t like to go against his vision — and part of me hates making him — but he doesn’t understand the realities of competing on this scale. We need to be agile, and these fucking cast iron tables aren’t agile.

I hear the water stop running in the bathroom. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then, okay?”

“Fine,” Luke says again. “But Trent? I’m not doing another collection like this. It’s bullshit.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Bye Luke.”

I hang up the phone just in time to see Hannah emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel.

I lunge towards her and scoop her up, carrying her, fireman style, back to my bed. It’s all I need to take my mind off my worries about the future of the company.

At least for now.