Page 13 of Ground Zero

I knew Nina was special,but I had no idea how special. She is a rock star. I pull her into my arms and enjoy the afterglow of making wild, passionate, leave-your-inhibitions-at-the-door sex with someone I love. She was confident and fierce in her duties as targeting officer for Bravo, and she is just as secure and fierce in sex.

She lays her face on my chest, and I play with a garter strap as we recuperate. After a few minutes, I kiss her hair, “Hey, you need to get up.”

“Mmm, I like listening to your heartbeat.” She says and doesn’t move.

“I like you listening to it too, but my legs are going to sleep.”

“Oh,” she says, then she places a great big wet smooch on my lips then stands up. She looks around the room, “Paper towels?”

“At the bar.” I reach for my pants and begin to dress.

“Oh.” Her squinched face looks down at the wet mess. “This seems to be a reoccurring problem.”

I chuckle. “There’s a bathroom behind that door, and there’s a towel in there you can use.”

She flashes a bright smile and sashays off to retrieve it. I marvel at how beautiful her body is, and how comfortable she is parading half-naked in front of me, and how the wet puddle isn’t an embarrassment. This girl rocks!

When she returns, my pants and shirt are on, and I sit in the overstuffed chair, putting on my shoes. She intentionally drops to her knees, then onto her all fours, giving me an eyeful of her boobs spilling over the top of her corset. As she wipes the spot clean, the motion of her arm jostles her soft mounds, and I am hypnotized by them. Then she crawls around the site, and my view is 180 degrees different. Her nice curvy ass posed and teasing. Her preciousness peeking out, and damn if my cock doesn’t start going into rocket mode again.

When she is finished, she returns the towel to the bathroom, then walks back over to stand in front of me. I lean back in the chair and lift my face to her. She grins, looking down at me. Her hourglass shape is more pronounced with the extra weight, and she is absolutely gorgeous.

She puts her knee on the chair, then straddles me, sitting on my lap. As she begins to button my shirt, I ask, “Do you always go commando?”

She grins, “Most of the time. Why?”

I close my eyes, enjoying her fingers tickling my skin as they work on the buttons. “I’m just thankful I didn’t know that back then.”

She giggles, “I’m thankful you know it now.”

I grin as I slide my hands over the soft, smooth skin of her ass. “I’m thankful I know it now too. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

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She orders a cheeseburger, rare, loaded fries, and a beer. I order a steak, medium rare, with broccoli, rice, and water. While we eat, we catch up on what’s what, and I learn her sister, Bri, is a widow and her niece, Bethany, is an only child. “They will be forever grateful for what you did.”

“You can thank me later for them.” I wink, and she laughs.

She tells me a story about a bar fight …. and somehow, it segues into an affair with a man that ended badly.

“At first, he was charming and considerate. But then he became abusive.” She looks away, and instantly the rage that wells up inside me makes me thankful I don’t know the motherfucker. “It started off as just a poke here and a snide comment there, over little insignificant issues like how my house wasn’t spotless, or I wore jeans, and he thought I should have worn a dress. Stupid shit I blew off.

But it escalated the night he was an hour and twenty minutes late, and I questioned him on how he could be so inconsiderate to someone he supposedly cared for and not let me know he was running late.” Her eyebrow cocks in that familiar ‘no bullshit allowed’ way she has. “He tried to reverse that shit and put it on me, saying I was blowing it out of proportion, and it wasn’t a big deal. He didn’t do anything wrong. Blah, blah, blah. Then he had the audacity to expect sex.”

I put my hand up, “Do I need to hear this? Cause I’m getting fired up.”

She laughs and says, “Yes, you do. You need to know if I say no for whatever reason, no means fucking no.”

I cut my eyes at her. “Are you serious, right now?”

“Yes, I’m serious.”

“Do you honestly think I wouldn’t stop if you said no?”

Her eyes soften, and I see regret. “No, Rocket, I don’t honestly think that. I know you would.”

“But he didn’t.”

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