Getting sexy. Kayla Perrin
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going to pass it to me, but instead asks, “Do you have a pen?”
“Yes.” I head to my desk, aware that my walk is different. Sexier. Liberated.
Even the way I stretch forward to reach for the pen, lifting one foot that’s in a cute sling-back as opposed to a comfortable flat shoe, is deliberately orchestrated to tease.
Really, what am I doing here?
I pass Dominic the pen.
“This is my card,” he tells me as he scribbles something on the back. “My office and cell numbers are on the front. And on the back is my home number.”
I scan the card as he passes it to me. “You’re an architect.”
“Yep.”
“Impressive.” Even more impressive, he’s given me every possible way to reach him.
“It’s all right. I work for myself. Have an office at my home. I’m not part of some big architectural firm. That way, I can set my own pace and do the projects I want.”
“I completely get you on that one.”
There’s a glint in his eye, one I haven’t seen in a long time but recognize immediately. It’s hunger. Lust. Lust for me.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
I knew he looked familiar. “Should I? Have we met before?”
“Well, kind of. A couple of weeks ago. In a store not too far from here.” He chuckles softly. “A Little Naughty?”
Oh my God, I could die! The hottie when I was checking out. My face flames.
“No, no,” Dominic quickly says. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Too late.”
“I only mentioned it because I thought you…thought you might have remembered seeing me.”
I can’t meet his eyes. “You did look familiar. I couldn’t remember from where.”
“Please don’t feel bad. And I’d love it if you looked at me. You have the most incredible blue eyes.”
My pulse is in overdrive as I lift my gaze to his. “There,” he says. “I love those eyes.”
Butterflies tickle my stomach. But I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say.
Dominic is the first one to speak. “Let me ask this before I lose my nerve. I’m hoping we can get together for coffee sometime.”
“Coffee?”
He nods. “Or dinner. Something else…”
Something else. I’d be a moron not to know what he’s talking about.
Am I a moron for being attracted to him? Or worse, am I a dirty whore?
But how can I not be attracted to him? I’m so starved for sex from my husband that the first sexual interest in me from an attractive male has me turned on.
It’s only natural.
But I can’t cheat on Charles.
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t tell me no. Just think about it.”
Seriously, Dominic has a voice that could probably leave me shuddering in the bedroom. And he’s got such a warm smile. It’s hard to resist him.
“Okay,” I finally tell him. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m not making any promises.” My left hand is still behind my back.
“That’s fine.”
Thankfully, Dominic turns and starts for the door. I don’t deny myself the pleasure of checking out every inch of his magnificent body.
I’m gonna burn in hell…
It’s incredible how you don’t lose the internal dialogue you were raised with, and my mother was always preaching fire and brimstone. While other parents read to their kids at bedtime, my mother lectured us on all the sin in the world. She made sure to tell us that if we messed up in any way—from stealing candy at a store to engaging in premarital sex—we were going to hell.
I remember her saying all the time that just thinking something inappropriate is in fact a sin. I guess by that standard, I’ve already committed adultery. What’s to stop me from doing the real deed?
At the door, Dominic looks at me over his shoulder. “You’re really beautiful. Just thought I’d tell you that.”
“Thank you.” I swallow again. He has no clue how badly I’d like to rip his clothes off and have sex with him right here on my desk.
At least I can do that in my fantasies.
Who cares if I’ll burn in hell?
I think about Dominic all the way home.
Mentally, I’ve already crossed the line with him, so I take it a step further. I imagine what it’d be like to have my soft breasts pressed against that hard chest of his. I think about what it’d be like to gaze into his eyes as I lay beneath him, his penis deep inside me. I dream of how he might taste, and how he’d moan with pleasure as I take him deep in my mouth.
The sexual images continue even as I pull into my driveway, and I don’t want them to stop. The moment I step into my house, I know what I’m going to do. What I have to do.
I go to my closet and dig out the last-minute purchase I made after my day of shopping for new clothes. The vibrator. It’s thick and long and lifelike, except that it’s blue.
Before now, I’ve been embarrassed to try it, but I’m looking forward to it now.
I strip off my leather pants and blouse and lie down on the bed in my bra and thong.
I turn the penis on and close my eyes. The gentle vibrations stimulate my breasts, and I imagine that Dominic’s hands are touching me. It’s so easy to get hot thinking about this man, and when I touch myself, I’m already wet.
“Oh yes, Dom,” I whisper, pretending it is his fingers stroking my nub, his fingers slipping into my folds. And then I imagine his tongue, hot and hungry, laving my pussy with such expert skill that I almost come from it.
But I don’t want to feel his tongue. I want to feel his cock. So I move the vibrator lower, between my legs, where I rub it against my clit. Oh, that feels good. So good, I’m moaning as if it’s really a man’s penis.
Not just any man’s. Right now, it’s Dominic’s. And he’s hard for me and wants me more than he’s ever wanted anyone else.
I spread my lips and insert the tip of the vibrator. Holy shit, I’m tight. It’s like I’m a virgin again.
But I keep going, keep urging it inside. Finally, it’s so deep inside me that the balls settle against my opening and the featherlike tentacles meant to massage me are rubbing against my clit.
“Oh, Dom…” My breathing shallows. “Hell yes…”
I tweak a nipple, picturing it in Dominic’s mouth as he thrusts deep inside me. And those little tentacles work like magic, bringing me closer and closer to pure bliss.
“Ohh…Ohhhhh!” My moan is long and rapturous as the sweetest orgasm I’ve experienced takes its hold and doesn’t let go for several seconds. Dominic has his penis nestled deep inside me, and he’s watching me as I come. God, that smile of his. Right now, I am completely his.
The seconds pass. My breathing calms. Dominic fades away. I pull out the vibrator. I’m as satisfied as any woman could be, yet there’s something hollow about it. Something that can’t be completely fulfilled.
Because