Page 24 of Sexpresso Night

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“My car…?” she said as they stepped outside.

“How far do you live from here?” Carter wanted to drive her to the restaurant, not go in separate cars, and he wanted to take her home after.

“Not far. I have an apartment off Upper State.”

“I’ll follow you there and you can drop off your car.”

Now he knew where she lived, too, in a small, well-kept apartment building with bright bougainvillea spilling down the walls and pots of scarlet geraniums outside the door.

Over dinner, he said, “So, you’re going to be a lawyer.”

“That’s right. You knew that.” She fingered the stem of her wineglass filled with a deep ruby merlot.

“Yeah. But seeing you dressed like that…you look so professional.”

She laughed. “That’s good. Right?”

“Oh yeah, it’s very hot.” And such a contrast between the sweet little submissive she was, it sent a rush of heat to his groin. “I thought lawyers were all arrogant, aggressive sharks.”

She made a face. “I don’t think you can label all lawyers like that. And I can be aggressive. But I’d rather be assertive. I think you can get what you want without pissing people off. Most of the time.”

The two sides of her fascinated him. He wanted her again.

“Tell me about the job interview.”

“Bradford, Langton and Smith are one of my top picks. They’re huge in the areas of environmental, health and safety requirements, and have some really big corporate clients. I like them because they also help companies manage issues of corporate social responsibility and sustainability.”

“Awesome. Are they a big company?”

“Yes. All three of my top picks are big. I have another interview Wednesday with Green and Young, and then on Friday I have an interview with a non-profit organization.” She made a face. “I’m not sure why I’m wasting my time interviewing with the last one—they’re not high on my list.”

“You never know.”

“I suppose.”

They ate dinner amid exchanges of heated, longing glances, touches of hands, laughter and easy talk, and he could see hunger building in her, in the flash of her eyes, the burning awareness that grew between them. Good.

He drove her home, parked on the street and walked her to the door of her garden apartment.

She pulled her keys out and looked up at him. “Would you like to come in? For…coffee?”

Oh hell yeah, he did, but he had a bigger plan in mind, and he was going to have to suffer a little himself.

“I do,” he murmured, bending his head to brush a kiss over her cheek. “But not tonight.”

“Oh.” She blinked, disappointment and maybe even a little hurt clouding her face.

“Believe me, I want to.” He closed the distance between them so their bodies touched. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, deep, open-mouthed, tongues sliding, until they were both breathless.

She gazed up at him, wide-eyed and panting.

“I want you to go into your apartment and take off your clothes, and lie down on your bed and masturbate.”

Her eyes flew even wider. He felt her heart pounding against him.

“And when you’re done, I want you to send me a text message and tell me what it was like.”

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