Page 19 of Rousing Renee

“Are you all right?” I asked.

She nodded, but her eyes weren’t focused. Glossy. Desire darkened her irises as her pupils seemed to spill into them.

“I promised you that we could take it slow. But to be honest, with as good as you smell, feel, and how damn sexy you are, you’re tempting me, babygirl. Seriously tempting me.”

“I know the feeling,” she whispered.

“Come on.” I led her to her seat, and she made herself comfortable. “Wine?”

“White?”

“A sweet red.”

“Mmm… I’ll try it.”

I got up and grabbed both the wine and juice from the refrigerator. I poured wine into her glass before putting the bottles in the bucket. Getting up, I made sure the surround sound speakers were on before connecting my phone via Bluetooth. Then I played some jazz.

“Can I be honest?” she asked.

“Always.” I sat down opposite her, pleased to see how comfortable she looked in my space.

“I’ve never had somebody do something like this for me. Sure, I’ve had fancy restaurants, but…”

She dabbed at her eye with the side of her finger, and I got up to get her tissues. When I gave them to her, she held my hand.

“Stay. With you over there, it seems so far away.”

I nodded, then moved my pillows over next to her so we were closer.

“It’s more intimate. More… thoughtful. More… considerate.”

“Well, if tonight goes well, expect more of this. I didn’t plan this by trying to impress you. I only thought of making you as comfortable as possible so we can relax into getting to know one another. Down here, on the floor, that’s where we start. Ground zero. We can only go up from here.”

She nodded and dabbed her eyes. “Yes.”

“I only have one question for you.”

“Yes?”

“May I feed you?”

Renee’s nostrils flared a little. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Mmm…” I stood up and disappeared into the kitchen to hide my growing erection. I knew I should have masturbated before she got here.

I fixed our plates and brought them out with utensils. Sitting with her, she was quiet while she ate. Humming to the music during pauses.

“Do you really think you can beat me at Skip-Bo?” she asked while pointing to the game with her fork. “Apparently, you don’t know about me. I’m Renee, Skip-Bo queen.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You’ll have to prove it.” I’d never played the game a day in my life, but it couldn’t be that tough.

“Sure will. And you have Monopoly. Am I going home at midnight?” She snorted, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“No. Monopoly isn’t that long.” I chuckled.

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