Page 51 of David's Proposal

His voice is sexy while he slowly fucks me with his eyes.

Gripping my chin, he gently pulls me up.

A creamy bead rolls down my chin. Using his thumb, he smears it all the way down to my chest and rubs an already hard nipple. I smell like his release, and I want my breasts in his hands and his frame atop mine.

The more we’re doing this, the more I want it.

He seals the astonishment on my face with a tongue kiss, and now I want his hand between my legs so I can experience the relief I crave.

“We need to go,” he murmurs against my lips. “The pay is good, by the way. You won’t regret it.”

His thumb moves over my lips. They bear no lipstick anymore.

And then he looks down one more time and takes me in.

“Beautiful woman,” he says, as if only to himself while studying my body.

He picks up my jacket and helps me put it on.

I button it up and tie the belt when he slides his hankie back into his pocket.

“Can I keep it?” I say, my voice no longer a tease, a shred of soberness woven in it.

“My handkerchief?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes. I’d like to keep it if you don’t mind.”

His hesitation is brief.

“Sure.”

He slides his hand back into his jacket, retrieves his handkerchief, and gives it to me.

I take it, bury my nose in it, inhale the smell of sex and cologne, and shove it into my pocket.

Once I’m done, he releases the doors and presses the button.

The doors close over our silence, and moments later, we reach the first floor.

At this point, we look like two people who have just shared an elevator ride.

The doors open, and he chivalrously invites me out as if I didn’t suck him off moments ago.

“We won’t be able to talk much tomorrow evening,” he says casually. “Everybody will be there.”

“I know,” I say curtly.

Our steps echo across the marble floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his stare.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes. I’m fine.”

The clamor of the lobby travels to us.

“Maybe we should walk separately,” I suggest in the same bland tone.

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