I couldn’t stop smiling after we’d dropped Sloane off, and I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about her over and over. Not just licking her pussy, pretty and perfect and pink. She tasted sweet, too, as sweet as I’d thought she would. Tasting her had been like a dream. But there were others things I couldn’t stop thinking about, either—her laugh, her smile, the way her face lit up when she talked about her daughter. Sloane was as damn near perfect as perfect got.

I pulled my phone out, finding her number. I was surprised by my reaction to her, how she affected me. I wasn’t usually this way with women. Nobody had ever had this effect on me before; no one had even come close. I realized then that I had left things open—we hadn’t made plans to meet again. I hadn’t told her, either, how much I had enjoyed spending the evening with her. I decided to send her a text, unable to just let it go.

I had a great time tonight, Sloane. Thank you.

She texted back within a few minutes, and I smiled when I saw her message.

I get the feeling that I had a better time than you did at the end. Maybe next time you’ll let me return the favor?

I shook my head, rubbing my hand over my mouth. I had a feeling that this girl would tempt me beyond anything I’d ever had to face before. I had always seen women as beautiful, and often had one in my bed, though it changed from week to week or even day to day sometimes. With Sloane, everything was completely different. There was nobody else in my head, no intention to find another girl to hook up with tomorrow. The only woman I wanted to see or touch was the one I had had the opportunity to pleasure tonight.

I don’t think I’d be able to say no again.

You shouldn’t have said no in the first place. You’re going to pay for that, by the way.

Am I?

Definitely. Good night, Reid.

I couldn’t contain my elation. I texted her good night and put my phone back in my pocket, biting my lip as we pulled up to my house. I went inside and sat down on the couch, my body unable to rest just yet. I never did this; I never texted a woman right away or made promises the first night to see her again. I was breaking my habits for a girl I just met, but Sloane was different than anybody I had ever known before. I found myself wanting to do things I never did before, and it just felt right.

Still, the way I felt about her made me slightly uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to it, and I wasn’t sure that it was something I could commit to. I tried to clear my head of my thoughts, realizing that I needed a break from pondering over my feelings for her. I grabbed my computer and opened up my email as I usually did every night. I saw a message from one of my assistants and opened it. I felt a hot throbbing in my gut when I read what it said—every contract that we needed was signed except for that of the bakery. That property was more complicated because the children of the owner who had inherited the estate had finally come to an agreement about what to do with the building. Then there was the added fact that a successful deal for me would mean Sloane would be looking for a new job. But, this was the deal that could make my career, and Sloane seemed like someone who could easily find another job; how hard was it to be a bakery cashier after all?

That brought my mind back to Sloane, and I couldn’t concentrate on the complicated negotiations that lay ahead. I could only think of how charming and bewitching she was or how good she tasted squirming up against my mouth.

I shook my head, closing my computer. I had to stop thinking about her, or it was going to drive me crazy. I tried not to think about what she had said about her job—that she loved it, loved to be there. I ran my hand through my hair, forcing my mind to other thoughts, to new developments and all the paperwork I would have to fill out when I got back to the office. I went into the bathroom and undressed, turning on the water and stepping under the shower. The heat relaxed my muscles, which were still tense from being around Sloane, holding myself back when she so clearly wanted me to fuck her. That had been the hardest part of the whole night, but thinking about the payoff, finally getting to bury my cock deep inside that tight little pussy, made the frustration almost worth it.

My mind wandered back to Sloane while I was in the shower, and I didn’t try to fight it. I thought of her body, her sweet, small breasts, perfect creamy thighs and skin. I had to relieve the ache in my cock before I got out of the shower, her face in my mind while my frustration was released. When I had finished, I stepped out and got ready for bed, feeling a little more relaxed than I had been before. It had seemed like a short night, as if it had gone by too quickly—I couldn’t wait to see more of her, despite my usual inclination to distance myself. I hardly ever saw the same woman twice these days; I’d been in a couple of relationships in my life, short-term, and it didn’t seem to suit my lifestyle. But Sloane was different. Sloane had the potential to turn my whole life upside down; she could change everything for me.

I lay down in bed and closed my eyes, falling asleep almost immediately with the image of Sloane’s smile in my mind, unable to think about anything else if I tried.