Chapter 7

Sarah

I couldn’t believe I’d given in to him. I hadn’t wanted to. At all. I wanted him to work for it before I continued to deny him. Damn it, what the fuck had I done? Sleeping with a guy on the first fucking date? After having my heart broken on some public cheating spectacle?

Just fucking great.

But I still left without saying a word, and that had to hurt an ego the size of his. He probably thought he was doing me some sort of favor, but me leaving without saying anything made it seem like I was doing him the favor.

And I was because men were lucky to get between my thighs.

I had no intentions of ever calling him again. If he wanted to call me, whatever. But I wasn’t picking up that phone and dialing his number. If he wanted to talk, then that was fine. I wasn’t going to chase after him. I knew how men like him worked. I knew how they thought, how women were supposed to bow down at their feet after a nice little romp.

And I had to admit, it was a nice little romp.

I got home and fell into bed after my date. I needed to get sleep before my Friday show, and it took a great deal of work to cover up the fun little mark he left on my shoulder. Angie poked and prodded me about it, wanting me to spill the details, but I simply told her it was a one-time fling to relieve some stress.

But I definitely needed to talk with Emma.

She met me at a bar after work that day, and we were throwing back margaritas. I was getting a bit tipsy, enough to loosen my tongue and make it easier to talk with her. I knew she wouldn’t be happy with me, but I really needed to tell someone what had happened.

“So, I slept with a guy,” I said.

“Sarah, be careful,” Emma said.

“It’s just a one-time thing,” I said.

“Would this happen to be the same guy we talked about over lunch a few days ago?’

“What if it is?” I asked.

“Did anyone see you?”

“Nope. It was all private and shit.”

“Good. Did you have fun?” she asked.

“Oh, hell yeah,” I said, smiling.

“Don’t date him, Sarah,” she said. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not,” I exclaimed. “Just a little fling.”

“I know you. I’ve known you for years. That’s how it always starts. Just a fling. Protect yourself this time.”

“I am, I am. I’m on birth control.”

“Not what I mean,” she said.

“Relax. It was fun. I’m not stressed. Life’s good.”

“You going to tell me who this guy is?” she asked.

“Gimme a week, and maybe I’ll tell you,” I said, winking.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a full weekend of developing the place I signed off on today.”

“Oh, my gosh. Which one did you go with?” I asked.

“The one two blocks up the way. On the same road, really convenient to redirect people to. I’m beginning renovations this weekend, and doing the first day of them with a hangover does not sound fun.”

“Hangovers never sound fun,” I said.

“Then it sounds like we both need to get home.”

I embraced Emma tightly before I left for home. I rolled the windows down and allowed the wind to blow through my hair, but it was nothing like Mason’s convertible. For a second of insanity, I thought about calling him. I thought about seeing how he was doing. Holy hell, the self-loathing would be worth it for another cruise in that beautiful car of his.

But I had more pertinent things I needed to take care of like the fact that the mere thought of him was making my pussy heat up.

I made it up to my apartment and collapsed onto my bed. I wiggled out of my pants and spread my legs wide before I pulled my fun little toy from my bedside table. I turned on the vibrations, allowing it to slowly ride down my body while I thought of his tongue cascading down my breasts, down my stomach, and all over my skin.

I slid it between my folds and sighed as I thought of Mason’s eyes peering up at me from my juicy mound. His tongue would devour what my thick pussy had for him. I could feel his long, strong arms wrapping around my thighs, pushing them toward my chest as his tongue raked across my clit.

I darted around and wiggled with the vibrations as I felt the ghost of his hands run all along my body.

I thought about his thick dick and how wonderful it felt pressing against my walls. I felt like a virgin with him, like he had taken me for the first time and shown me things no other man could. My shoulder began throbbing, right where he’d bitten down into my skin and refused to let go. I massaged my clit in circles, mimicking the pattern his fingers made as he jiggled my ass for his viewing pleasure.

Fuck, I would’ve let him put it in my ass if it meant I could come again the way he’d made me last night.

“Mason. Yes, you’re so good. You feel so good.”

I could smell his sweat and feel his hips slamming into me. I could feel his tongue against my clit as my toes began to curl. I could feel the way his chest pressed into my back and the chiseled muscles that conformed to my body as I arched with my orgasm.

My back bowed like a tightly-wound guitar as I came, my pussy clamping down on nothing as I envisioned his cock filling me up with his come and his long, muscular arms wrapped my body up and pulled me close, kept me safe, stroked my skin, and made me feel beautiful.

They don’t know your pussy sparkles brighter than they do.

His devious words ricocheted around in my head as I slammed back down onto the bed. His voice and his eyes. His thick hair and his rock solid body. His long legs and his fluid arms tangled up in my curves. It was like the devil himself had risen from the earth to taunt me with desires of the flesh I’d never known.

I knew right then and there if Mason called, I’d give in to him again.

Trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I groaned and rolled over, shutting my toy off and putting it away.

I didn’t just smell like me anymore.

I smelled like him too.