Page 2 of Take A Chance

My tits were smashed against his chest, his hand grabbing my butt. I found a rhythm and swayed with the music. Some guy entered, probably a waiter, and set a bottle of something and two glasses on the table then vanished as if he had never been there. As the song came to a close, my mysterious gentleman squeezed my butt one more time then slowly extracted his leg from between my thighs. The scraping of material across my clit gave me chills.

“Now for that drink...”

I followed him back to the booth and we sat. He poured me a drink of what appeared to be very expensive wine. When I tasted the exquisite dark beverage, I knew instantly that I’d regret it. It was so delicious it tasted like grape juice, and it was perfectly chilled, so I could almost down the whole thing in one drink. I managed to make it at least three sips.

“So, you’re new here.” He sipped his wine with much more self-control than I had, then refilled my glass.

“To the club, yes, but not the city.” No, I had been raised in the city my whole life. I just hadn’t been permitted to enjoy it.

“Enough talking.” He set his glass down and waited until I had taken another large gulp of the wine before he pried the glass from my hand and set it down too. “I’m going to kiss you now, and then I’m going to make sure you remember this night the rest of your life.”

I tensed, instantly regretting being in the club and also instantly feeling my body prepare for whatever it was he would do to me to make me remember the night. My mind wandered to the condom I’d left on the end table next to my purse. Allegra swore the only thing we’d need was our phones, and now I felt like an idiot.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome moved in. He gripped my knee first and leaned into me. The first brush of his lips over mine felt wrong, like betrayal. Louie hadn’t been gone that long. I wasn’t supposed to be in this place. I didn’t even know what I was doing. Louie was the only man I’d ever had sex with, and what if this man was really experienced and I looked like a fool?

I kissed him back, not wanting to seem like a child. I had every intention of following through because my body was rigid with arousal, but the way my mind flip-flopped between uncertainty and desire scared me. He kissed me harder, his stubble scraping across my face. His hand moved up my inner thigh, pushing the dress higher too. I gasped as his thumb pushed against the outside of my panties, now wet with my arousal.

He growled against my mouth, and I felt his other hand hook around my lower back. He pulled me so hard against his body that I had no choice but to turn and straddle him. My dark, wavy hair hung like a curtain around us, blocking out the room, but not my conscience, which still screamed how dangerous this was even as his hand pushed my panties aside and his fingers pushed between my folds and sank into me.

“God...” I hissed, clawing at his shoulders as he worked his fingers in and out of me. He yanked the front of my dress down, and my tits popped out, giant, creamy mounds between which he buried his face. My body shuddered with pleasure as he scratched my ivory skin with his stubble and bit down on my nipple. This was happening so fast. Where was Allegra? I had no condom. Deep down, I knew this was what she thought would help me relax and cut loose, and she was right. A great orgasm would really help me destress, but this guy was so far out of my league, and with the sort of money he had, what if he was like my father? He stroked my G-spot relentlessly, but all I could think about was the Rolex on his wrist chilling my thigh every time it touched me. The Armani suit I was smearing my body fluids on each time my hips ground down on him. The thousand-dollar bottle of wine on that table behind me.

My phone, once hidden safely in my top beside my breast, clattered to the booth cushion, and I looked down at it. The guy sank his teeth into my left breast and pushed his thumb into my clit. He was going to make me come and I didn’t even know his name. My body tensed, clenching around his fingers as they slid mercilessly into my slit. I whimpered, my mouth hanging open. I doubled over as I felt an orgasm approaching. I wanted it. I needed it, and I was putty in his hands.

“Ah... good girl, that’s it,” he coaxed. My body flushed hot, every cell in my being on fire as it hit. I moaned loudly, twitching and jerking as he drew the grunts and groans from my lips. He buried his face between my tits again, and I claimed a handful of his dark, wavy hair. He definitely knew what he was doing.

As the orgasm faded, he pulled his fingers from my body and brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. I sat straddling him, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my tender folds. My phone lit up, and I saw a notification banner, a text from Allegra. I couldn’t help myself. If she needed me and I didn’t look, I’d never forgive myself. I swiped upward and checked the message only to find she was simply saying she wasn’t going home tonight.

Figured.

She left me alone, and now I had to figure out how to let this guy know I couldn’t actually have sex with him. And right after he had just given me an amazing orgasm.

“I... uh...” I locked my phone and watched him sucking his fingers seductively, removing my juices from them. “I’m really sorry. My friend needs me. I have to go.”

I lied, yes, but I had to. No condom meant unsafe sex, and that meant risks. I slid off his lap, and he watched me. I was legless, barely able to stand after that sensational climax. I pulled the dress back up, forcing my tits back into the restrictive material, and downed the rest of the wine in the glass. He didn’t say a word. Not a protest, not a grunt of dissatisfaction. I backed away, feeling slightly unnerved by his silence.

“Uh... and thanks for the drink.” I scurried out of that room as fast as I could. Allegra’s apartment might not have been much, but it was my refuge and I wanted to be back there now.

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Monday morning,I stood outside the office of one Blake Emmerson. The invitation for the interview had given the address, but I hadn’t even looked at it until this morning. Wall Street was for wealthy investment bankers, tycoons, and traders. The man’s office was on the forty-seventh floor of the high-rise, and that meant money. A lot of money.

I opened the door and walked in, checking in at the reception desk. The marble floors and expensive artwork intimidated me. My father was wealthy, and I had gone only to the best private schools, but this was next-level money. My modest dress slacks and turtleneck felt more like stained sweatpants and a hoodie compared to the pricy dress suit the receptionist wore.

“Right this way, Ms. Clarke,” she said as her heels clicked on the floor. I followed her down a winding hallway to the very last door. Mr. Emmerson’s name was emblazoned on the door plaque with the titleCEOengraved beneath it. Wealthy and powerful. I swallowed hard.

I followed her into the office, and my eyes immediately went to the windows that comprised two walls of the office. New York in all its grandeur stretched out in the best view of the city I’d ever seen. I was mesmerized, so taken by the scene that I didn’t even bother to hear her introduce me. When I was able to tear my eyes away from the window, I saw the man with his back mostly turned to me, a phone pressed to his ear.

The receptionist backed out of the room and shut the door, and I sat across from his desk, clutching my purse to my stomach.

Blake Emmerson turned slowly in the chair, still talking on the phone. His voice was familiar, buttery and warm. But nothing prepared me for what happened when he faced me full-on. Those eyes, the stubble, the soft moans that escaped my lips.

The man from the club stared back at me. Blake Emmerson, the man I had applied to work for as his live-in nanny, was the man who soaked my panties Saturday night.

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Blake

Islowly stood, phone still pressed to my ear. Colin kept talking, but I wasn't listening. The woman who crashed into my life and tore up my dreams for the past two nights sat in the chair across from my desk looking as delicious in her turtleneck and slacks as she had in that skintight red dress. “Uh, Colin, I have to call you back.”

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