Page 72 of The Blind Date

“Is that your way of saying that you find me handsome?”

"I wouldn't have slept with you if I didn't think you were handsome.” I rolled my eyes at how smug he looked, but I couldn’t stop my lips from curling into a smirk to rival his. "Back to you wanting to be a firefighter. Is that a definite no?"

“Seeing as it’s probably not as financially stable as a software engineer, I’ll stick to my day job for now.”

"That's a shame." I pouted before I could catch myself.

"How about I make it up to you later?"

“What do you suggest?” I asked, unable to imagine how he could make this date even better than it already was.

"How about we skip dessert here and have it at home instead?" Cedric asked, reading my thoughts. “I’ve got something sweet for you to feast on.”

"I think that's the smartest idea you've said all day."

ChapterSeventeen

Even though we had agreed to take things slow, that went out the window as soon as we got in the taxi.

"What are you doing?" I whispered under my breath, keeping my eyes on the back of the head of the taxi driver, willing for him not to glance in the mirror. If he did, he’d see that Cedric had two fingers slipped under the soaked material of my panties and had pushed them inside me.

"I'm making you feel good," Cedric swooped in to whisper the words into my ear, his wet tongue stroking the outer shell just the way his fingers stroked the inner walls of my pussy. "Don't you want to feel good, darling?”

"I want to feelsogood.” I struggled to hold back the wanton moan that threatened to bubble up from the surface, refusing to be ignored.

"Not in my taxi!" The driver snorted as he pulled up to the curb outside my apartment.

Cedric and I laughed uncontrollably as we fell out of the taxi. We received a few strange looks from a group of people leaving the building, but we didn't care.

With Cedric hot on my tail, I ran up several flights of stairs, laughing and giggling, and determined not to be caught by him.

I had just reached my floor when his arms wrapped around my waist from behind and lifted me into the air, carrying me the rest of the way.

"I've been forced to keep my hands off you all afternoon, but now I don’t have to anymore,” he whispered against my neck as I fumbled around in my purse for the keys.

His wandering hands worked on untucking my jumper from my skirt, making it nearly impossible for me to slot my key into the lock. If this continued, then he would be balls-deep in my pussy while we were still out in the hall.

"You need to wait until we get inside," I giggled around an airy moan, missing the slot once again.

"Do I have to?" He chuckled and pressed a trail of kisses down the side of my neck as he took the key from my hands and perfectly slotted it into the lock. He turned it, and the lock clicked as the door opened for us.

"That's not fair," I pouted, accepting my keys when he held them out for me. "Your touch is distracting."

"Not as distracting as you. I could hardly focus on my food with you sat across from me, darling,” Cedric grinned, almost menacingly, as he kicked the door shut behind us. He made a show of sliding the lock in place, giving us all the privacy we needed for a whole evening offun.

"What about now?" I grinned, pushing my coat off my shoulders. My jumper joined it on the floor, quickly followed by my boots and skirt, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties–panties that were completely soaked and uncomfortably stuck to my pussy lips.

"I didn't think you could get even more beautiful, darling,” Cedric groaned and absentmindedly followed my example. His coat was the first to go before his fingers began making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Too slow for my taste, I quickly closed the distance between us. With all the space eliminated between us, Cedric dropped his hands and allowed me to do all the work. Not that I minded in the least.

"There you go," I murmured, pressing my hands to his bare chest after successfully unbuttoning his shirt. But that wasn't enough for me. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his left pectoral, lingering there as my hands trailed up and pushed his shirt over his shoulders.

"What are you going to do next?" His chest rumbled against my mouth as he growled out the question, the sound growing deeper as my hands moved up.

“The next point on the agenda is to get you out of your jeans.”

"And after that?"

“I’ll lure you into the bedroom where I’ll mount you and ride you to my heart’s content.”

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