Page 42 of Unexpected Hero

“What?”

“At one point, I was teasing him and said, ‘What are you, the fact police?’ And the man lowered his voice into this sexy, deep register and was all like, ‘Yep. Now up against the wall.’ Girl, I almost melted into a puddle! Holy fuck.”

“Wow. Lettie Holt. All hot and bothered. This is a first.”

My cheeks heat at the memory.

“All I could think about was how sexy it would be if he pressed me against the wall.”

“Now I’m getting hot. I might skip the bank so I can watch Mike do dead lifts and leg curls too.”

“Maybe he’ll need a spotter.”

“A girl can dream. And if Rosie Lambson is on the leg spreader machine, I’ll orgasm on the spot.”

“It must be nice to be bi. Double the options to drool over.”

“No complaints here. Except the burning in hell for all eternity thing.” She rolls her eyes.

“Okay. Have fun at the gym. I’m fixin’ to go for a jog.”

“Love you, Lettie. Talk later.”

“I love you too.”

After I hang up, I roll onto my back and close my eyes as that fantasy of James pressing me against the wall traipses across my mind like a movie scene. I wonder what it would be like to feel his hard body flat against mine. Would he be gentle with me? Rough? Both? Could he make me come?

I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before. Hell, I’ve never let one touch me down there. I’ve had some try to rub me over my clothes, but the idea of it has always felt too intimate.

I don’t like being vulnerable, and is there anything more vulnerable than that? Mama’s voice is always in the back of my mind, reminding me about the dangers of promiscuity and eternal damnation.

But something about James makes me think that perhaps it’s time to try new things.

With him.

So I let the fantasy unfold a little further in my mind’s eye. My hands begin moving over my body of their own volition. I start with my fingertips running across my chin, then trail them lower over my neck before they travel along the valley between my breasts. My other hand joins in, cupping my C-cups over the fabric of my sundress.

A slight moan escapes me as I imagine my hands are his. Those long fingers would be so nimble and skilled. I bet he could work me up in no time.

My fantasy pulls me back to the coffee shop, but this time, no one is there except the two of us. He looks at me with that intense stare, opens his mouth enough for his tongue to swipe at his lower lip, leaving it glistening.

“Get up against the wall, Lettie.”

And I do. I obey him without hesitation.

He prowls over, a hunter stalking his prey. “Hands against the wall.”

The fantasy plays out, but my hands aren’t against a wall like they are in my mind. In reality, they’re sinking down into my panties. My pussy is soaked and needy. I find my clit and swirl my fingertips around it, slowly at first.

“I’m up against the wall. Now what?”

“I’m going to search you.”

“For what?”

My hips buck into my hand as I tease myself, not wanting to come too fast.

“After I search your body from head to toe, I’ll let you know what I find.”

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