Page 36 of Where We Fall

"You sound weird. What's going on?" she asks.

I swear, she knows me too well. I don't have to say anything for her to know that there's something different in my voice.

"You'll never believe what happened tonight."

I rehash the events of the night to her going over the details of the kiss, all the way to how we ended things at our doors a moment ago.

"What? Girl, you need to go for it. Come on! He obviously wants you."

"Are you crazy? I can't just go for it. He's my boss for one, and he's…"

"What? Out of your league? Girl, you sent me a picture before you left, you look hot. Tonight is your chance to do something for yourself, for once in your life!"

I want to do that. Everything in me wants to knock on his door and make him see what I think is there between us. I want him to see me as more than just boring, old Lexi. But I just don't know how to do that.

"What do I do?" I ask. "How do I make him see me differently?"

"You need to make him go crazy. You want him to be dying to touch you again."

My breath accelerates just thinking of doing that to him. What would it be like to know that he's dying to touch me again, to have me?

"Tell me what to do."

"You knock on his door and take control. Make him lose his damn mind then end it abruptly, walking out and leaving the ball in his court."

How do I make him lose his mind? The only way I've ever come close to doing that to a man is to…

I gosh, do I have it in me to do that? I think about losing this opportunity, about letting the night pass me by.

I have to do it.

"Okay," I breathe. "I have to do this. Don't I?"

"Yes! Call me when you get home tomorrow. Make tonight your bitch."

I smile as I put the phone down. I look at myself in the mirror, and I see the woman I've always wanted to be. If not tonight, when? I fix my hair, trying to put some extra body into it. I look at my lips, noticing my lipstick has faded, so I dig into my purse and pull out my stick to reapply.

After one final deep breath and last glance in the mirror, I walk over to our joined doors and knock.

When he opens it, he's standing there with his pants unbuckled and shirt hanging open. It makes my body come to life. He is so damn sexy. All my fears disappear and I step forward to take what I want.

My hand reaches out to feel the strength of his chest. I slowly begin to graze my fingers down his chest. His muscles tense as I make my way down to his abs.

"What are you doing?" he whispers.

When my fingers reach the top of his pants, I grab the material and tug him towards me. With both hands, I unclasp his pants and slowly drag down the zipper.

"I think you can figure it out. Stop me if you don't want this," I say then push his pants to the floor.

His throat bobs as I watch him swallow, but he doesn't say anything. I fall to my knees, and he gasps when he realizes what I'm going to do. I reach up to the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down to meet his pants on the floor. He steps out of them as he stands in front of me in only his crisp white shirt.

My hand reaches up and wraps around his thick length. Of course, he's got the perfect dick too. He is blessed with the perfecteverything.

I love the way he closes his eyes as I grip him tighter and give his dick a tug.

"Lexi," he whispers.

I open my mouth and lean forward running my tongue in a circle around his tip. He exhales loudly as I do it a couple more times then close my lips around him and rest my tongue flat on the underside of his dick.

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