Page 16 of Seduction in Spades

I pull halfway out and lick the back of her neck.

“Oh, god. OhmygodI’mgoingtocome.”

Not able to hold on any longer myself, I ram into her once. Twice. Three times and we both scream out our release.

Her back glistens, and our sweat mingles together. I collapse on top of her holding the bulk of my weight up with my forearms. Her hands are limp under mine, and now that our labored breathing has mellowed out, I wonder if she’s still alive.

“You okay?”

“Mm hm,” she says into the mattress. “That was...” Her heavy sigh and the uptick of her lip tells me she’s more than okay.

I don’t want to move away from her, but my dick is limp and tired and needs to get out of the condom. I roll off her and pad across the floor to the bathroom. I wash my hands and wet a washcloth for her.

I’m only gone for a minute, and she’s already sitting up, fastening her bra that I don’t even remember taking off. She lifts her head and gives me a playful grin. “He did good.” She points to my dick. “Totally finished me off.”

“He only did part of the work. The rest was all me.”

“That’s a change.” She slips into her panties completely unabashed by her nakedness.

“I’m afraid to ask.” I grab a pair of shorts from my dresser drawer and step into them, sans my boxer briefs.

“Usually guys talk like their dicks are God’s gift to women. That their cock can show us true happiness.”

I run my hand through my hair and shake my head in confusion. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be insulted that you don’t think my dick was a gift, but I’m pretty sure it absolutely showed you happiness.”

She stands and lays her hands on my chest. “You said your cock only did part of the work. The rest was you. I like that. And I agree.” She reaches around and grabs my ass, then gives it a smack before walking off.

“Wait. What?” I jog off after her down the stairs.

“You’ve got a good head...” She smirks. “Two good heads. Figure it out.” She slips into her shirt and jeans while I stand there gawking like a teenager.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” She steps into her shoes and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for a fabulous evening. I promise not to stalk you. In fact, I didn’t even know where to tell the Uber driver to pick me up. I had to look up my location. I’ll erase it from memory as soon as I’m home.”

“Uber? No.” I’m not quick enough. She’s already out my front door. A car is waiting in the street. “When the hell did you have time to call a car service?”

“A few minutes ago when you were in the bathroom. I had a really great time tonight.”

“Let me drive you home.”

“That goes against all safety rules now, doesn’t it?” She gives a wink and blows a kiss as she skips down the stairs to the waiting car.

I’m momentarily frozen in shock before my senses come back to me. I jog down the steps and tap on the driver’s side window motioning for the man to roll it down.

He eyes me warily before lowering it a crack.

“You get her home safely. Don’t drive away until she’s inside. Understood?” I reach in my pockets to throw some cash at him, but I don’t have my wallet on me. “Come back here when you’re done, and I’ll tip you triple whatever she did.”

She leans between the front two seats and waves her finger at me. “Nah ah. You’ll ask him for my address and that’s confidential information. Thanks for an unforgettable night, Clark.”

The driver closes the window and drives off, leaving me in the street half naked and one hundred percent devastated.

***

“The fuck, man?” Ryderkicks up his feet on the conference table across from me. “Rough night? You look like shit,” he says with a grin.

If Ryder and I hadn’t been best friends since we rode the bus together in kindergarten, I’d think the arrogant asshole actually thrived on other people’s misery. Truth is, making fun is his love language. He’s only serious with those he doesn’t trust and doesn’t like.

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