Page 63 of Sex Coach

But even as I crossed the floor, I realized I was wrong .

There was somebody I knew via the business who knew where I lived .

I couldn't call her a client, but she did know me through my work. I'd told Michelle where I live. Just over an hour ago. But why in the hell would she be coming here? I'd been checking my phone looking for some message from her that we would have to cancel plans for the night .

Checking the phone, expecting the message, dreading it all the same .

It hadn't, though. Not yet .

My apartment didn't exactly run toward security guards, and the speaker system had long since been broken. The landlord wasn't likely to fix it anytime soon either. So anytime somebody came to visit, they had to climb the two flights of steps to see me. Fortunately, not too many people came to see me. Which, again was how I liked it .

Opening the door, I mentally brace myself for what I might find. But there was no bracing myself for who I found on the doorstep .

It was, indeed, Michelle. Huddled inside a floor length coat the color of fog, she stood there shivering. Her long hair hung free to her shoulders and there were snowflakes in her hair. She looked...beautiful. Achingly, painfully beautiful, and I wanted to grab her, pin her to the wall and kiss her. Then I wanted to sink my dick inside her and promise her...anything. Whatever she wanted, I wanted to give it to her .

And she stood there, looking so beautiful in the dingy, dirty hall of my miserable apartment building .

Without thinking, I said the first thing that came to mind. "You don't belong here ."

She flinched, mouth parting slightly on a gasp .

I cursed myself inwardly and reached out to grab her arm in case she tried to leave .

"I don't mean it in a bad way. It's just...this is not exactly the nicest neighborhood." Ushering her inside, I dusted the snow from her coat .

"I...I..." Her teeth chattered. "I just wanted to see you for a few muh-minutes ."

She continued to shiver as I pulled her against me .

"I'm sorry, darlin'. I wasn't trying to be rude." I pressed my lips to her temple. "It's just this...hell, it's not the nicest place in the city." I had no idea what else to say .

"I had a taxi drop me off. It's not like I walked," she said, her voice muffled against my chest. "I just wanted to see you for a few minutes. I figured you'd end up wanting to cancel our date with the weather ."

I chuckled. "Here I was thinking that you'd be calling to cancel." I held her against me, easing away just long enough to push the coat open so it no longer posed a barrier. She sighed in pleasure and snuggled in closer .

"The authorities are warning people not to go anywhere unless they have to. They're talking like we might get several feet of snow. I wanted to see you before I got trapped in my apartment all weekend by myself." She smoothed her hands up and down my sides, tucking her face into my chest, her breath warm against my skin .

"So don't be by yourself," I said without thinking about the words. I was too busy taking in the feel of her against me .

"What?" she asked, staring and lifting her head to look up at me .

In for a penny, in for a pound."Stay here. You and I can stay here. After all," I said, crooking a grin at her. "You already said the authorities don't want people out unless they have to be. I've got plenty of food and there's no reason the two of us can't be here together ."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Michelle said, but there was a glitter in her eyes .

"If you were imposing, I wouldn't have offered." Bending down, I kissed her. As I did so, I caught both her hands and squeeze them. "Stay." I whispered the words against her lips and held her there until she answered me .

"Okay." Her lips moved against mine too. "Okay," she said again. "I'll stay. After all, one should always listen to the authorities ."

I took her coat and placed it on the row of hooks behind the door. "Let me give you the grand tour." Turning to the single room studio apartment, I swept out a hand. "This is my home. It ain't much." I looked back at her, thinking of the sweet pad she had for herself, probably close to two thousand square feet, if I had to take a stab at it .

Mine was just over a quarter of that. I didn't have a separate bedroom, dining space or an office, and my bathroom was tucked into an area that would fit inside just one of her closets. I could afford better if I wanted, but I didn't see the point when I was rarely here. I didn't have my mind on a lot of material things anyway. Actually, up until recently, my mind had been on one thing, my mission .

Michelle wasn't looking around the apartment. She was looking straight at me. "Now that the grand tour is over, what are we going to do ?"

Unless I was mistaken, there was a slight innuendo in her voice. I decided I liked it. Taking one slow step at a time, I moved over toward her. Once I reached her, I close my hands over her wrist and guided them behind her back. There was a faint resistance and her eyes were wary, but there was no fear, so I lowered my mouth to hers .

"I can think of any number of ideas, sweet, sweet girl," I said just before stroking my tongue along her lower lip. She was so damned sweet, always so damned sweet. I'd known she would be, from the very first time I'd seen her and caught sight of that shy, nervous smile .

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