Page 54 of Off Season

“I ooze class and sophistication, don’t you think?”

“Totally.”

He runs some sort of key card over a scanner on the button pad and the lettersPHappear on the screen. Penthouse. Of course he’s in the penthouse.

As if reading my mind, he says, “It doesn’t stand for the penthouse.”

“No? What does it stand for?”

“Penis hard.”

I giggle as I tighten my legs around him and can feel that his penis is, in fact, very hard. “This is the smartest elevator ever.”

He nods. “I know, right? Sometimes it reads B when I have a boner. It’s like it always knows when I’m aroused.” He gently rubs the side of the elevator. “I think she has a thing for me, don’t you, baby girl?”

I laugh harder. “Wow. You must pay a lot for a building that has an elevator like this.”

“You bet your soon-to-be-orgasming pussy I do.”

I shrug. “Maybe PH stands for pussy handler.”

He gasps. “You’re right. Aren’t you happy you came to my place? I never would have known.”

I smile as the elevator pings our arrival and the doors open straight into his apartment. I can’t even call it an apartment. It’s like a floating mansion.

I breathe out, “Holy shit. This place is insane.”

There are floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere with amazing views of the city. The entire floor plan is open. It’s modern and massive.

Again, as if reading my mind, he asks, “Can we tour later? I want you naked ASAP.”

“You’re lucky I like being naked more than I like real estate tours.”

He speed-walks us down the hallway and into what I quickly learn is his bedroom. It’s nice but not over the top and not bachelor pad looking. Everything is in perfect order, and it appears like a decorator had a hand in it.

He walks us over to the bed but still doesn’t put me down. He simply stares at me. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“It was the promise of orgasms that won me over.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “This kitten is going to makeyoupurr.”

We both smile as our lips meet and we fall onto the bed with him between my legs. I expected it to be frantic like it was the first time, but it’s not. He’s taking his time as if he’s savoring every second of it.

We kiss for minutes on end. Our lips and tongues ever so slowly explore each other’s mouths. Our hands move all over each other’s bodies, both over and under our clothing. I can’t remember the last time I did this with a partner. Everyone is always in a rush to get to the main event, but not Cheetah.

He eventually kisses down my neck. “God, you smell so good. I think about your peach scent all the time.”

He moves down my body, lifts my sweater, and peppers the softest kisses over my stomach. Suddenly my head starts spinning. I can’t do soft and sweet. Idon’tdo soft and sweet.

I shove his shoulders. “Stop.”

He lifts his head and furrows his brow. “What’s wrong?”

I slide away from him toward the middle of the bed and sit up. “Don’t treat me like this.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“You’re…you’re…you’re being too nice.”

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