Page 134 of One Bad Idea
"What?"
"A knife," I repeated. "I wish you had one."
Sounding mildly amused, he said, "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
I glanced down to my panties. "So you could cut these stupid things off me."
"Hang on," he said.
"What?"
But already, he was reaching down into the pocket of his half-removed jeans. A moment later, his hand emerged with some sort of pocket knife.
With a smile, he said, "You asked for it." He flicked the blade open and nudged it under the flimsy waistband of my panties. One flick of the knife, and the panties fell away.
I almost giggled. "I can't believe you just did that."
"Hey, you asked."
He was right. I did. And now, there was something else I wanted. I smiled. "So, about that promise…"
A moment later, I was guiding him to my opening – not that he'd need any guidance, obviously. But it felt good to have him in my hands as he first entered me, slowly at first, and then with one long smooth motion.
The fit was tight, almost too tight at first, but then, as his hips moved backwards and then surged forward yet again, I welcomed the fullness. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt, even in my fantasies.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned back to enjoy the view of him. It was silly, really, because both of us were still mostly clothed, which meant that I wasn't seeing nearly as much of him as I'd planned.
But this, like everything else tonight, felt vaguely wrong but oh-so right.
As he drove into me – filling me again and again – I couldn’t stop looking at him – his face, his physique, his eyes.
And then, there was the feel of him, sliding in and out, even as his hand caressed my face more tenderly than I might've expected.
By the time we shuddered against each other, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
And that's when I knew – he was the best cookie I'd ever had, maybe the best I'deverhave, which made me love it all the more when we moved to the sofa for round two.
By midnight, he'd made nearly all of my fantasies come true – and all without leaving the office.
Afterward, we lay naked together on his office sofa. Now that our lust was spent, I should've felt uncomfortable or at least a little embarrassed at how I'd practically thrown myself at him.
But therewasno embarrassment, just a deep satisfaction with zero regrets.
He was stretched out on his back, and I was cradled naked against him. With a laugh, I lifted my head to say, "I don't suppose you have any pizza?"
He made a show of looking around. "Not that I know of."
I snickered. "Oh well. Maybe next time." And then, I froze as the implication hit fast and hard.
Quickly, I added, "Not that there'll be a next time. I'm just saying, it's too bad I didn't think ahead." I gave a nervous laugh. "I would've packed a sandwich or something."
At that dreaded word,sandwich,I had to laugh for real. After all, sandwiches were nothing but trouble, at least when it came to Jaden.
With a warm smile, he said, "Would you settle for a candy bar?"
Oh man, a candy bar sounded nearly as blissful as, well, him actually. I nodded. "Do you have one?"
"Top drawer," he said. "Butyou'vegotta get it."
