Page 27 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

“She’s a teenage girl, of course she’s embarrassed by me. And uncomfortable with the amount of attention my private life gets, especially since she thinks I date women who are too young for me.” I admit without thinking, then cringe, waiting for her reaction.

“Do you regret it? Your life getting so much attention I mean?” I take the fact that she’s still sitting here instead of bolting for the door as a good sign.

“Yes and no.” I cut another piece of chicken. “On the one hand I’m used to it so it doesn’t phase me the way it used to, and it can have some positives. I don’t usually have to wait in lines, designers ask me to wear their clothes and stuff, which is helpful since I don’t know the first thing about fashion. And it’s nice to feel the support of the fans everywhere. But there are times when I’d like to be more anonymous. Like when I go out to eat. And I could do without having my picture taken all the time.”

“I can see how a camera in your face all the time would get old.” She empathizes.

“It can, but it’s not the pictures themselves that bother me. It’s that pictures alone don’t sell, and I have no control over the captions people add to make them more interesting.” I chew slowly to monitor her reaction.

Usually, the notion of getting their picture taken excites the girls I date, but Samantha isn’t like that, so this revelation might make her even more skittish about being with me. And that doesn’t even take into consideration what people might say about any pictures she’s caught in. For a woman trying to make a name for herself professionally, I might not generate the best publicity.

I don’t want this thing with us to end before it even begins, but I don’t want her to be taken by surprise when the talk starts, because if we keep this up, it will.

“You said most of what people say isn’t true, right?” I can tell she’s holding her breath, bracing for my answer, and more than anything I’d like to tell her it really is that simple. But I can’t.

“Most of it isn’t, but that doesn’t mean people won’t believe it.” I scoot my chair so we’re facing each other and take her hand. She lets me this time, and I rub my thumb gently over her smooth skin while she seems content to let me. “Does that scare you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“It scares me too.” I lace my fingers with hers.

“I thought you said you were used to it?” She breathes. Her husky tone suggests she likes what I’m doing to her hand. It causes my cock to stir.

“It scares me that you might decide I’m not worth the hassle of having people talk.” I lean closer, putting my mouth inches from hers.

A sweet pink flush creeps across her cheeks. “Are you worth the risk?” Her chest rises and falls erratically, but whether from excitement or fear I can’t tell. All I know is I can’t wait any longer to feel her full lips on mine.

Tipping her chin up I urge her forward until our lips brush softly together. She inhales sharply, her body going stiff, but that seems to be due to surprise, not displeasure, since she doesn’t pull away.

I tilt my head, increasing the pressure slightly, and a breathy sigh escapes her mouth. With her consent given I clasp her face in my hands, stroking her cheeks as my lips caress hers in the slowest, most innocent kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

I started this slow pace for her benefit, but damn if this isn’t the hottest kiss I’ve had in a while. Maybe ever. Who knew sweet, gentle kisses could be full of so much heat?

Holding myself back has the benefit of letting me savor everything from Samantha’s soft lips to her creamy skin to her silky hair. And it lets me feel how I affect her. Tiny shivers, shaky breaths, needy whimpers, everywhere I touch her elicits a different response.

Each one makes me more aroused than the last, and apparently makes her more comfortable. Confident.

Samantha rests her hands on my legs, bracing herself as she leans into the kiss. The more she relaxes the braver she gets, letting her jaw ease open enough that finally,finally, my tongue meets hers.

It’s the barest of contact, a slight touch, but it makes my cock harden painfully, and this time I’m the one that sighs, although in my deep voice it comes out as more of a growl.

Her hands grip my legs firmly despite the tenderness of our kiss, which I can only assume is due to nerves, not because she wants me to move faster. But then she starts to rock slightly in her chair, and it hits me that our contact is making her ache, and she’s trying to relieve it. Without stopping to question it I react, pulling her onto my lap and pushing the bottom of her dress up so her legs are free to straddle mine.

She gasps, giving me the opportunity to kiss her fully. I take advantage, stroking my tongue along hers. My hands long to roam, to feel as much of her as possible, but I force them to rest immobile on her hips while she gets comfortable with this new position, the more unrestrained pace.

Samantha lays her hands on my chest, stationary at first, but as our tongues continue their exploration, they start to wander. First, she rubs her thumb over my shirt, across my pec, tracing its outline.

As she gets bolder, she gives a little squeeze, and when my nipple hardens under her hand she rubs the heel of her palm over it. My cock strains between her legs, but I hold utterly still, more than willing to let her explore.

I didn’t expect her to shed her poised shell so quickly, but then again, I always sensed the chemistry between us would be overwhelming once we gave into it, and I’ve never been so happy to be right. Especially when Samantha starts to rock gently against me, and I can tell the thin scrap of material between her legs is damp.

She moves timidly at first, and for a moment I’m tempted to slow things down since I’m pretty sure she’s never been with a man like this before. But then she seems to find her rhythm, putting her weight where it will give her the most pleasure.

Now, finally, I use my hands, pulling her down as I raise my hips, so she gets the pressure of my swollen cock right where she needs it.

With a cry she breaks our kiss and throws her head back, rubbing herself against me. It’s so unexpected, so unrestrained, I damn near blow my load right there. And after she grinds down on me a few more times and starts to shatter, I do.

Samantha lurches forward and rests her head on my shoulder, gasping. I stroke her hair under the pretense of calming her down, but really, I’m just trying to get myself under control. The last time I came in my pants was in high school, so I should be embarrassed by the fact it happened just now. But it was so hot, I can’t bring myself to care.

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