7

ABRAHAM

I grabbed Summer’s number before I left her apartment three days ago and finally got a chance to call her. The last thing I needed to do was leave her thinking as to whether I’d forgotten about her or not. I didn’t want to piss her off any more than I already had because I knew that would completely ruin my chances of feeling those long legs of hers wrapped around my waist.

And I wasn’t about to compromise any of that.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Hello, Summer. It’s Abraham.”

“Well, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call,” she said.

“I’m sorry. Work has been a bit hectic with the acquiring of your building. However, I am taking a long lunch break today. Would you care to join me?”

“That sounds wonderful, where you were thinking?” she asked.

“You leave that to me. I’ll send a car for you. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, it’ll take me a little longer than that to get ready. Could you do thirty?” she asked.

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” I said. “Thirty minutes it is. I’ll see you soon.”

My bear began to grow louder at the thought of her as my driver took me to the restaurant. I decided on a little French place downtown, and I had my driver drop me off before he went to pick up Summer. I got us a table in a private area back behind the restaurant that boasted of a cozy fireplace and a table set for two, and then we simply waited.

I thought about what she might be wearing while I sat there with my thoughts. I wondered if she would paint that ruby red on her lips again just for me. I wondered if she would wear something that accentuated the length of those legs I just had to have. My cock began to tremble at how her skin would taste underneath my tongue, and sinful thoughts of making her strip down so I could eat my lunch off her tits made my entire body shiver. My bear began roaring uncontrollably. I’d never experienced him get this possessive over a woman before.

I was going to have her today. I needed her more than I could stand.

I heard a door slowly open and I stood to usher her in. Summer came around the door with her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, but all I could do was stare at her lips. That beautiful red lipstick brought out the icy warmth of her blue eyes, and as my eyes graced down her body I clocked how short her dress was. I almost wondered if she could hear my bear as he growled in hunger for her.

Oh, holy fuck. We weren’t going to make it out of this restaurant.

“You look incredible,” I said.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, smiling.

“Would you care to sit?” I went over and pulled out her chair for her so she could sit down. The way her body sashayed towards mine held my stare, and I couldn’t help but scoot my chair around so I could sit beside her. I wanted to feel her body warmth while we ate, and if I was lucky she would let me dance my fingers along the smooth warmth of her milky skin.

“Again, I had no idea this was back here. Are people going to start having sex soon?” she asked, smirking.

“No. I learned my lesson the first time,” I said.

“Would the couple like anything to drink?” the waiter asked.

“A bottle of your finest red wine, please,” I said.

“That actually sounds wonderful, thank you.”

“My pleasure. So, Miss Summer, how have you been since we last talked?”

“Honestly? Dreaming about this new apartment. I’m starting a new phase in my life and it feels wonderful. How have you been?” she asked.

“Thinking about you,” I said.

“Well, I bet they’ve been nothing but salacious thoughts,” she said, grinning.

“They’re the only ones worth having.”

The waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass before he whipped out his pen and pad to take our orders. I decided on the lunch portion of the duck confit and Summer settled with a simple salad. I figured she was probably watching her figure with this new performance gig she had landed at The Wild, but part of me did want to encourage her to get something else. This was the most decadent French restaurant in town, and I was more than willing to pay whatever price was necessary for her to enjoy herself.

But more importantly, so I could enjoy myself between her legs.

The waiter left and I turned my attention back to her. The way her pouty lips upturned into a mysterious grin while she spoke was mesmerizing, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and capture them. I wanted to make the whole of her body mine, and the way she slowly began leaning towards me while I talked told me she wanted the same things.

It was only a matter of getting her to indulge in those feelings.

“Do you always wear that striking red lipstick?” I asked.

“It’s the only color I’ve found that goes with how pale my skin and my eyes are,” she said.

“It really is a wonderful color on you. I bet it really leaves a mark behind, too.”

“That’s why I keep a bit of it in my purses at all times, so I can keep reapplying it,” she said.

The waiter placed our food in front of us and I could see her eyeing me while I ate. I watched her eyes dart to my lips while I chewed my food, and I wondered if she knew how wanton she looked. I wondered if she was aware of how her nipples could be seen through her dress, puckered and ready for my lips to wrap around them. I wondered if she knew her neck was flushing red with lust. It screamed for my lips to kiss it away. To fulfill the want her body was so desperately reaching for.

I took another bite of my food before my hand slowly settled onto her bare thigh, and I was surprised when she didn’t brush off my hand.

“How’s the food?” I asked her.

“It’s, uh… it’s very good. Thank you for-... bringing me here.”

I swirled my fingertips slowly up her thigh and paused when the waiter came back. She cleared her throat and thrust her hand underneath the table, gripping my fingers with hers tightly in an effort to get me to stop. I graced my thumb against her skin while I ordered some dessert for us to share, and as soon as the waiter left I slowly slipped my hand down between her legs.

“Are you a little cold, Miss Summer? You’re shivering. I could give you my coat if you’d like.”

“I-I-I… uh… no, I’m not cold, I don’t think,” she said breathlessly.

I continued my journey as I watched her slowly settle into her chair. I felt her muscles slowly relax, her legs falling open while the heat of her pussy beckoned to me. I danced all the way up her naked thigh before the waiter busted through the door, and she audibly groaned when I ripped my hand away to pluck the dessert from the man’s hands.

“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” he asked.

“A bit of privacy, if you don’t mind. We’re having a very stimulating conversation, and I would like it to not be interrupted.”

I could feel her eyes heavy on me as the waiter nodded his head. I watched him as he left the room, and the moment the door closed I slowly panned my gaze over to Summer.

The woman with the ruby red lips and long ass legs who was panting ever-so-lightly for air.

“Care for dessert?” I asked.

“I would love some,” she said lowly.