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“This Friday, we’ll take my car after work and head to my place. We’ll eat takeout and have sex all night. There are a lot more things I want to try now that I’ve crossed over to the dark side.”
“Fine,” she responds before shutting the door in my face.
It’s a date, I want to say. But she doesn’t do dates, so I don’t. Still, excitement swirls through me like I’m a kid having his first sleepover.
Friday can’t come fast enough.
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NATALIE
My insides vibrate with the thought of tonight. It’s the sex, of course. The sex’s been out of this world, and I can’t wait to see what else he’ll come up with.
I sense him watching me the whole day, his gaze eating me alive, making my skin prickle, and my nipples harden.
At 4:30, he walks over to my desk.
“Let’s go. Five minutes.”
“Who says I’m done?” I ask.
“Who says I’m asking?” His eyes are dark and serious, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make it hard for him. Literally and figuratively.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m strutting around the parking lot to him, not a care in the world.
“Trying to get punished again?” he asks, and my pussy pulses at the thought.
“Maybe.” I smirk and close the door, throwing my small gym bag on the backseat.
“You’re such a brat.” He shakes his head.
“Come on, you love it.” I pat his shoulder playfully but wish to retract it immediately.
He keeps his gaze on the road and doesn’t respond. Thank God. Using the L word, even like this is a slippery slope.
“So, any plans this weekend?” I change the topic.
“Just a lunch at my mom’s. Maybe I’ll learn a new recipe.” He shrugs.
We’re about five minutes away from his house when his phone rings. The car screen shows his mom is calling. “Speaking of...” he says before picking up on speaker.
“Matt, honey, sorry to bother you.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. What’s up?” He glances a look at me, but I’m staying silent, not wanting his mom to know I’m here.
“Urm...I think I have a flat tire. And I’d try to change it myself, but you know my back hasn’t been well, and I don’t want to mess it up even worse.”
“Don’t do anything yourself, Mom. Where are you?”
“Just a few miles from the house.”
“I’ll be right there, send me your location.”
“Ok, honey. Thank you.”
The phone call ends.
“Sorry, it shouldn’t take long. I’m pretty good at changing tires.” I plaster on a smile, but it’s not the time I’m worried about.
