Page 35 of Texting Mr. Stranger

It’s a warm evening, but I didn’t expect her outfit. As she emerges from the apartment, the inner light shines on her, revealing a summer dress that outlines her shape in the best way possible. It hugs her wide hips and makes her look feminine in an almost primal way. My rod stiffens as she walks across the street. Her cleavage is roaring at me to bury my face in it, breathe in her scent, taste her, own her.

When I step from the car, she stops, letting out a breath.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

“No, you just look … It’s nothing.”

I approach her, reminding myself to be careful. Yet, if caution was really the name of this game, what am I playing by even being here? “Don’t lie, Bella.”

She bites her lip.Fuck. The way she does it drags my mind to hot places, to Bella biting down as I stroke my hand up her leg and get closer and closer to her …

“You just looked angry, that’s all,” she mutters.

“I guess I just have one of those faces.”

“As long as it’s not me …”

“You don’t make me angry, Bella.”

Lots of other things, sure, but pissed ain’t one of them. Opening the passenger-side door, I gesture to her inside. As she moves past me, her thick ass brushes against me. My dick grows even stiffer. I’m almost sure she moans softly, but then the moment passes. Did she do that on purpose?

Climbing into the passenger seat, I sense the tension immediately. She fiddles with the hem of her dress like she’s trying to draw attention to her legs as if Ineedher to do that.

“So, where are we going?” she asks.

I shrug. “Maybe we should go someplace we can see the stars.”

My voice gets husky without me even meaning to. There’s that moaning noise from her again unless I’m going nuts and hearing things I want to. My Mafia brain should be ticking over, determining if she’s putting on a show for the cash. Somehow, I’m sure she’s genuine.

“That sounds romantic.”

I glance at her. She’s looking at me with a blush across her face, but she doesn’t look away.

“I’ve never been accused of that before,” I tell her.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

I start the engine, nodding.

As I drive, I notice Bella tapping on her leg.

“Are you playing music on your own body?” I ask.

She grips her hands together. “Sorry—nervous habit.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I say fiercely. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs.

My body throbs as my thoughts instantly go to other contexts where she might make ahmmnoise. I imagine kissing up her thighs, getting closer to the scent of her sex, the moment I first feel the wetness of her pussy seeping down her legs. Then, when I kiss her clit and her eager hole, the noise will get even more passionate. She’ll shift against me, grinding, begging for more.

“How’s your friend?” I ask, knowing I have to derail my thoughts before I pull over the car, grab Bella, and own her for at least one night.

“She’s okay. She’s just annoyed with herself because she always picks douchebags.”

“What about you? Who do you pick?”

I stare at the empty, dark road as I drive toward the outskirts of the city.

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