Page 28 of Last First Time
She rolls her eyes at me. “Look, I get it. You’ve always had plenty of money, so money is not an issue for you. But to me, it’s a really big deal. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single penny I’ve ever had in my life. My parents were dirt poor my entire childhood. Every single thing I’ve had, I fought for tooth and nail.”
I nod. “I hear you. I know how hard you work, Kar, probably more than anybody else in your life. But you’re going to have to hear me too. Money doesn’t have to come between us.” I grab her and shake her a little bit. “It won’t come between us, unless you let it.”
She sizes me up and nods once. “Okay. Well, let’s celebrate then.” And then her hand is on my dick and she slides to her knees, shutting off all rational thought.
Kar takes approximately an hour to finally unzip my pants. At least, I’m pretty sure it takes that long. It’s hard to tell because all the blood in my body is currently throbbing in my cock.
When she finally grips me, skin against skin, I moan at her touch. I’ve been so hard for her for so long that it actually hurts to be out of my clothing. Her hand is far too gentle though, too slow.
She is going to torture me in the best way tonight. I throw my head back and grit my teeth, letting the waves of sensation wash over me.
With the gentle way she’s barely stroking me, I’m expecting a long, drawn out series of gentle kisses. Instead, Kar sucks me deep into her throat and I feel her swallow around my length.
I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment, as sharp bolts of electricity run up my spine. I hiss out her name and grip her hair in my fist. I look down at the gorgeous sight of her on her knees, deep-throating me, and her eyes flick open and meet mine.
She moans around my cock. This definitely isn’t going to last nearly long enough. It was never going to be enough.
Before I’ve even caught my breath, her nimble fingers are cupping my tight balls. I erupt, spilling down her throat with an animalistic roar.
When I manage to open my eyes, she’s looking at me, a smile on her face that’s both a little sweet and a little naughty.
“Best girlfriend ever,” I mutter roughly, still trying to catch my breath. “Now it’s your turn again.”
K.T.
Reed is the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. He keeps me buried in flowers and candy, to the point where my desk is almost completely full of the various and assorted trinkets he keeps sending me. It’s a running joke around Valentine that he’s going to keep the local floral shop afloat personally. All in all, not bad press for a mayor running for re-election against Baron von Evil.
It turns out that dating me really has been great for Reed’s reputation. People in town are apparently big fans of our awkward, mismatched romance. And I mean, why wouldn’t they be? Everyone loves a Cinderella story, and Reed makes one hell of a Prince Charming.
Like I summoned him by thinking about him, he comes waltzing into my office with his jacket slung over his shoulder. His grin is enough to melt panties all over town. I feel my own mouth curling up into a smile. Gross. Now we’re going to get all gooey with each other every time we meet up. I almost hate how cute we are together.
“Kar, I’m taking you to lunch. I’ve got great news and we’re going to celebrate.”
“Oh, but Mister Mayor, that’s my line.” I bounce a little in my seat. “Look, it has to be a quick lunch. I need to go to my interview with the branch manager this afternoon, and everything should be a go for the loan.”
“I’m so happy for you.” He strides toward me, and I rise from my chair to meet him. He presses his smiling mouth against mine, and I can feel his happiness in his kiss. I knew he would have been ready to celebrate with me whether he was my boyfriend or not, but I like the kissing boyfriend version of Reed much more.
We hold hands and walk to lunch at Dingho, our favorite little Chinese restaurant. We even share each other’s meals, and mostly make goo-goo eyes at each other instead of talking. He lets me eat almost all of his noodles, and even lets me have his fortune cookie.
We head back toward Riddles, and Reed’s exceptionally muscled arm snuggles tight around me. “Oh, what was your news?” I was so busy being in girlfriend mode with him that I am actually failing at being a good friend. Girlfriend. Whatever I’m supposed to be doing.
“The senator asked me to meet him at his local office this afternoon. I think he’s actually considering dropping out of the race, Kar.” His megawatt smile makes everything better. So does the casual little hand squeeze he gives me, because even our hands are cuddling with one another.
“Well, come and meet up with me afterward, and we’ll celebrate naked at the palace.” I spin in a little circle. “I’ll even buy you a drink later. You know, with all my money.”
“Deal.” He makes a little finger wave at me, and then lopes off to do politician things.
Meanwhile, I check through my portfolio for the eleventh time. All the paperwork the bank requested is sorted and tabbed for easy reference. I’ve even brought a skirt suit with me, even a starchy blouse. Yeah, I can dress up when I need to. For instance, when I’m trying to talk people into giving me big bags of money that I plan to use to save my business.
I can do this though. I am literally one meeting away from saving Riddles. I will go in there and show the bank manager how hard I’ve worked at my business, and how that same work ethic will drive a real estate investment into long term success.
Even in my forced-positive frame of mind, the short walk over to the bank has my palms sweating with nerves by the time I pull open the heavy front door. I make my awkward way to the loan department, mincing my way along the hallway like a newborn deer.
“I’m Karisma Troudeau, and I have a 2:00.” I give the receptionist my most polite smile, and she nods and points me toward a set of too-small, uncomfortable-looking chairs.
I perch, like an awkward bird, tapping one heel against the floor. I try so hard not to get too worked up, but the longer I sit here with half of my ass hanging off this stupid dollhouse sized chair, the more nervous I become.
“Ms. Troudeau?” The woman’s voice is soft, gentle almost. I stand and face her, the tiny little woman with the big hairdo and the fancy bow-necked blouse.
