Page 18 of Pleading Innocence

Here was this hot blonde in front of me, ready to get fucked, who I knew would fuck the socks off me. Yet she didn’t hold a torch to Tiffany, and I was considering once again risking everything just to be with her.

Groaning in frustration, I pulled Blondie against my body aggressively. “Ooh,” she said. “Somebody has a lot of steam to blow off today. Be my guest. Use me,” she moaned.

She was like a cheerleader in my ear and I was pumped up to take her advice because her suggestion was exactly what I wanted to do. I walked her toward her gray, L-shaped sofa and threw her down against it, hopping on top of her to hump the shit out of her. But my dick was only semi-hard because I was so fucking stressed.

I didn’t want to be here, damn it. I knew where I wanted to be. She held me against her and ran her hand up the back of my sweater, caressing my skin, moaning. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she said.

And I wanted to try. Fuck, I did. But damn it, I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” I said, sighing in disappointment, unable to make eye contact with her.

“What? Why?” Her voice shook in disbelief as she eased out from underneath me and began to do up her buttons, shielding herself from my gaze in what looked like shame. As if she thought she wasn’t attractive anymore. And it was unfair, because she was hot as fuck. That wasn’t the problem and she deserved to know that.

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot on my brain,” I said, settling back into the couch and re-buckling my belt.

“That’s a first,” she said. “Why did you stop by then?” she asked, and I heard the bite in her voice she was trying to hide.

“I was hoping to blow off some steam with you,” I said, making my eyes slit, pleading with her not to be upset with me. “But I’m just stressed. It’s not you. Look at you.” I let my eyes roam over her body and heat flushed her skin as her blue eyes darkened and became filled with lust.

“Sure there’s nothing I can do to help you relax?” she said, moving to her knees and grinning up at me wickedly.

I laughed. “Maybe another time, eh?” I said, cradling her chin and standing up.

She rolled her eyes and flopped her back against the couch as she sat on her cream-colored carpet. “Fine,” she said. “Got me all hot and wet only to leave me to my toys,” she muttered, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that implied she was playing.

“Mm, think of me.” I grinned and walked away toward the door.

“Only to disappoint myself again? You wish.” She laughed.

I laughed in return. Our banter in the past would’ve gotten me to turn around and taunt her back before we were falling over each other on the floor, moaning together, laughing afterward from the fun we’d had proving that being fucked by me was never a disappointment. But that was before I knew Tiffany lived here. I was unsure if I’d ever be able to fuck another person in this apartment complex if it wasn’t Tiffany Levine.

With the click of Blondie’s door behind me, I stood out in the hallway for a moment, considering my next steps. I checked my watch. There were only five minutes left until my lunch break was over. I hadn’t eaten yet, hadn’t drunk anything, and hadn’t fucked anyone.

I was going back to work more wound up than I was before leaving, all because I wanted to have some morals for once. Damn it. Swearing under my breath, I walked to the elevator. My clients were going to get the short end of the stick today just because I wanted what I couldn’t have. My chest sank, releasing a heavy sigh as I stepped into the shiny silver box, almost walking into a stranger that was exiting it at the same time.

I ran my hand through my hair. Couldn’t have, or wouldn’t have? Neither her nor I wanted this restriction on ourselves. I stared at the elevator buttons and kept looking away from the ground floor to the fourteenth floor—Tiffany’s floor. Just one click of a button and I would be standing outside her door. I could be just moments away from a fucking hot threesome with the sexiest woman I’d come across in all my nearly forty years on this earth. Fuck.

I made a quick decision. I wasn’t made for the saint's life.

This was always going to be the ultimate decision in the end. I didn’t even know why I’d considered anything else. Floor fourteen. The button lit up in red and relief washed over me. My only hope was that Chris didn’t pull a fast one on me because my dick was aching for Tiffany. The closer I got to her floor, it felt like a fucking buildup to the most astounding climax. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. If Chris wasn’t lying in wait for me, she’d better be prepared, because I was ready to dive head first in her warm suction and I could cum from the thought of it alone.

Chapter 14

Tiffany

MaybeIshouldhaverun to the door to let Mario out right away, but I was a nervous and confused wreck. Chris’s sudden appearance left me so shaken that I was almost waiting to see if he’d knock on the door again. Anthony’s rudeness also put me on edge as I wondered why he’d waved me off like I was beneath him when I could see from the look in his eyes that he was feeling the same things that I was. Unless I’d imagined it, and like Chris said, he was a disloyal prick and one lay was all he needed before he discarded someone.

Or maybe his friendship with Chris was more important and he was just trying to protect that. It wouldn’t be wrong of him to do that. He’d crushed my hopes since I’d wanted him to find an excuse to stay, but maybe there was no way he could’ve done that without looking suspicious. It was disappointing to say the least. I’d been looking forward to having both him and Mario, but Mario was certainly more than enough, and if I was lucky, he was waiting to finish up where we left off. Although I was guessing that my brother’s appearance wasn’t exactly an aphrodisiac.

While I was hurrying away toward my bedroom to get Mario, there was a knock on my door that had my heart leaping out of my chest again. I froze and swore. Damn it. How many times was Chris going to interrupt us? I hoped he’d just realized he left something and would leave right away, because Mario couldn’t stay locked up in my bathroom forever. Taking a deep breath, I marched toward the door. I was trying not to appear irritated as I swung it open.

I was almost knocked backward by the impact of the flip in my stomach as I stood face to face with Anthony’s gray eyes. Right as I was about to open my mouth to speak, his lips came crashing down on mine, kissing the words from me. His arms scooped me up from the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He kicked the door shut while kneading my bottom. I was frozen at first, wanting to scold him for being so cold and abrupt with me earlier, but I couldn’t think straight. My eyes rolled back into my head as he tugged on my lips with his and dipped his hand into my pajama bottoms to grab my bare ass. My center got so warm and the pressure against my clit turned my thoughts into mush as I grabbed his slender, bearded face between my palms and kissed him. Each brush of our parted lips was like the strike of a match, igniting flames throughout my entire body.

“Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste you again,” he said, burying his face into my neck and against my burgundy satin top, sucking on my nipple through the fabric, moving as though he was ravenous and I was the most delicious thing he’d ever taken into his mouth.

My breath came out as pants as I grabbed him by the neck. I wasn’t sure where that came from. Maybe it was from the fact that he had not apologized. It wasn’t a tight grip, but it was tight enough for him to groan. “Fuck,” he said.

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