I decided that I was going to fuck Kitty Donatello if it was the last thing I did.

She spent the entire second day on the job teasing me mercilessly and I could hardly keep it in my pants. I wanted her so fucking bad I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I got into the club after working for Jorge all day, and she was waiting for me, ready to pounce.

“How close are you to being done?” she asked, leaning up against the door jamb of the back room where I was working on the cedar.

“I’m close,” I replied, stopped sanding the surface of the wood and stood up straight to look at her. “Tequila Sunrise.”

She grinned, she knew what I was up to, I’d been guessing all day yesterday and would keep going all day today. “Not even close.”

I walked around the cedar and bent down, looked up the flat plain of the surface and admired the grain. I felt her eyes boring into me and wondered how much she was enjoying the view.

“Cosmopolitan.”

She snickered and I saw her shake her head out of the corner of my eye. “This isn’t some lady’s television drama, that drink hasn’t been popular in a decade.”

I stood up again, turned to face her. She was still leaning casually against the door jamb, her tight black dress as snug as they could get. I wondered how she fit into the garment, it looked like rubber and I wondered if she would slide out of it easily.

“So that’s a no?”

“No,” she smirked. I loved how confident she was at that moment, it would make it so much sweeter to have her begging for my cock later when I took her home. “Not even close.”

I took a couple steps and crossed the room, stood in front of her and looked down. I noticed her breasts heaved as she inhaled a sharp breath and saw her part her lips just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her little pink tongue.

“Are you going to keep on guessing?” Her eyes widened as I leaned closer, leaving only a couple inches between us. We were so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body and I was certain she noticed mine.

“Yes, I’ll keep going until I get that dinner.”

“And you’ll keep being wrong.”

“Will I?” I reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of my finger and noted her breath speeding up, her breasts raising and falling rapidly. I dipped closer, my face close enough to kiss her then, looked her right into her beautiful blue eyes and said, “I’ll bet you’d love a Sloe Screw.”

Her eyelashes fluttered and she licked her lips. I didn’t think I had hit the mark, but I also didn’t think she was going to deny it at that point.

The tension between us was so apparent it was almost a physical presence. A limb that connected our bodies, something separate from each of us but joining us together.

“Yes,” she said at last and exhaled a long, shaky breath. “You got it. I owe you dinner.”

At that moment I knew exactly what would tame my Kitty, a nice slow screw followed by a lifetime of making her mine. I decided to push my luck.

“And a kiss,” I added.

“I don’t remember talking about a kiss.”

“Are you sure of that?”

“Positive.”

We were close enough at that point that I could feel her breath on my cheek and could see light green flecks of color in her eyes, a pattern of stars against the blue.

“I seem to recall a promise of a kiss…”

She licked her lips again and did it, I kissed her at last.

My mouth crushed hers, I didn’t mean for it to be so completely over the top passionate, but I couldn’t be gentle just then. Every cell in my body screamed at me to claim her, to make her mine, and there was nothing slow and careful about that.

Her hands lifted and she wrapped them around the back of my neck, her touch sending almost electric shocks through my nerve endings from there to the base of my spine.

My cock hardened and strained against my jeans, aching to be released, to find her and plunge into her sweet, waiting cunt.

I let my hands fall to the side and put them around her waist. I could almost span them with the width of my fingers, she was so delicate in my grasp. I pulled her tight against the length of my body and kissed her deeper, our tongues slipping and sliding together in an almost endless swirl of sensation.

I reached up and tangled my fingers in her hair, letting her fragrant, soft locks tickle my flesh, exciting every one of my senses.

She emitted a little moan, it was almost undetectable, the smallest sound, but it was powerful. It was submissive, it was the sound of her giving in to me.

I had her and knowing that made it all so much more pleasurable.

The anticipation of where this was going to end was almost as exciting as the inevitable conclusion.

The moment I finally slid into her gorgeous, tight pussy and claimed her body, heart and soul.

This lead up, this building of tension and eager desire between the two of us…it was fucking exquisite.

I broke away from her, cupped her face in my hands and stared at her, hard, examining the smallest details on her face, a tiny freckle on her cheek under her right eye, a short scar on her chin, and her beautiful red full lips.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice barely more than a breath of air.

“I need to get back to work,” I replied, dropping my hands to my side. I grinned inside at the look of devastated confusion that crossed over her face. Of course I didn’t want to stop, but I wanted her to want me. A woman like Kitty was used to men wanting her, but was she used to wanting a man she couldn’t have at her will?

I would soon find out.

“You can take a break.”

“Not on this. I have to get a second coat of sealant on the surface. Sorry, kitten.”

“Sorry? For what? For crossing the line and kissing me or for turning me down?”

“For turning you down.”

“Then don’t.”

“I have to get back to work. Not only do I have to get that coat of sealant on, but I need to be finished in time to take you for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“The Sloe Screw. I guessed your favorite drink, you owe me a dinner.”

“Oh that’s right…dinner…okay. I’ll let you get back to work.”

She didn’t seem happy though, her back stiffened and she tensed up. I could see a visible tic in the muscle on her cheek, I made a mental note to remember that. She developed a twitch when I pissed her off.

“Thanks, kitten. I’ll see you later. Wear something nice.”

She glared at me, turned on her heel and strode out. The angry click clack of her shoes hitting the hard floor in the hallway making me smile as she left my sight.

She was on the hook and soon…she would be mine.

I lifted my finger to my lips and touched the spot where her mouth had been, relished the scent of her still on my hands, and wondered how long we’d have to wait before our clothes were torn off and we were naked in each other’s arms.