“Sounds pretty fancy.”
She looked at me with pursed lips, probably trying to decide if I was bullshitting her or not. I gave her a smile and a nod to let her know I was interested in every word that came out of her pretty mouth even though I could really give half a fuck about her dad’s luxury suite.
“I guess,” she shrugged. “I mean yeah, it was nice. Great view, great food. My dad always ended up giving most of the tickets to his employees but at least once every few weeks I got to visit the park with him.”
I managed to get my arm around her shoulder without letting her see that I’d moved a muscle. Once I touched her though she stiffened slightly, just for a second. I found bare skin just beyond her flimsy sleeve and rolled my thumb in a slow circle. She shuddered. She melted. A sense of triumph stirred, hardening my dick.
“You’re far away,” I said, keeping my voice low.
Roslyn blinked. “I’m right here, Con.”
In other local news, Kilt yawned and Eli had changed position so he could get a better view of us. Well, he was trying to get a better view of Roslyn anyway. Apparently he wasn’t as close to unconscious as I’d thought because he’d carefully set his bottle down and slid his hand over his crotch.
I shot him a look of warning. For now I didn’t care if he watched but he’d better not say a word or twitch a muscle. In a good move, he’d changed the baseball game to something more suitable. It was porn, but the semi-classy pay-per-view type that didn’t make it obvious from the first three seconds. Onscreen a woman sat stiffly in a chair, legs crossed, pen moving as she took dictation from her boss while he rested a hand on her shoulder and then moved it lower, and lower…
“But you’re not close enough, Roslyn,” I whispered, curling my arm around her more firmly.
Roslyn’s eyes narrowed and she gave me a shrewd look. “Really? You think it’s that easy? What happened to ‘No pressure’ and ‘We’re friends’?” She shook her head with disgust and I smelled her perfume. Honeysuckle. “I understand who you are, Conway Gentry. And you should understand that I’m not some, some, ah…”
“Some what?” I was smiling.
“I’m not some toy that you can play with,” she spat.
There was force behind those words but her body spoke a different language. I could feel her squirming under my touch, could practically see the tension in the muscles between her legs, could hear the rapid pace of her breathing and the squeaking break in her voice as she tried to sound tough. She was battling with herself but I could have told her to save the drama. I already knew which side would win.
“Aren’t you?” I whispered, letting my other hand travel to her face to stroke her soft cheek. She really was exquisite. I couldn’t wait to see more. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
“Aren’t I what?” she breathed, her voice catching as my thumb brushed her lower lip.
I smiled and ran my left hand through her hair, tugging lightly. Thick and dark red, it hung down in long curls. I wanted to feel it on my thighs.
“Aren’t you in the mood to play, Roslyn?”
One of two things was about to happen. She’d tell me to go to hell or she’d admit she wanted this as much as I did. All she had to do was let herself go a little. It didn’t have to mean anything. It could just be a hot fuck between two people who happened to have something in common once.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
“Maybe what?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe I’m in the mood to play after all.”
“I’m glad,” I said, trying not to sound smug.
My knuckles brushed her right breast and she inhaled sharply. Somewhere down the hall, towards the direction of Jackson’s room I thought I heard a groan. Kilt snored away in the corner. Eli was slouching with his head back, eyes narrowed to
She looked at me with pursed lips, probably trying to decide if I was bullshitting her or not. I gave her a smile and a nod to let her know I was interested in every word that came out of her pretty mouth even though I could really give half a fuck about her dad’s luxury suite.
“I guess,” she shrugged. “I mean yeah, it was nice. Great view, great food. My dad always ended up giving most of the tickets to his employees but at least once every few weeks I got to visit the park with him.”
I managed to get my arm around her shoulder without letting her see that I’d moved a muscle. Once I touched her though she stiffened slightly, just for a second. I found bare skin just beyond her flimsy sleeve and rolled my thumb in a slow circle. She shuddered. She melted. A sense of triumph stirred, hardening my dick.
“You’re far away,” I said, keeping my voice low.
Roslyn blinked. “I’m right here, Con.”
In other local news, Kilt yawned and Eli had changed position so he could get a better view of us. Well, he was trying to get a better view of Roslyn anyway. Apparently he wasn’t as close to unconscious as I’d thought because he’d carefully set his bottle down and slid his hand over his crotch.
I shot him a look of warning. For now I didn’t care if he watched but he’d better not say a word or twitch a muscle. In a good move, he’d changed the baseball game to something more suitable. It was porn, but the semi-classy pay-per-view type that didn’t make it obvious from the first three seconds. Onscreen a woman sat stiffly in a chair, legs crossed, pen moving as she took dictation from her boss while he rested a hand on her shoulder and then moved it lower, and lower…
“But you’re not close enough, Roslyn,” I whispered, curling my arm around her more firmly.
Roslyn’s eyes narrowed and she gave me a shrewd look. “Really? You think it’s that easy? What happened to ‘No pressure’ and ‘We’re friends’?” She shook her head with disgust and I smelled her perfume. Honeysuckle. “I understand who you are, Conway Gentry. And you should understand that I’m not some, some, ah…”
“Some what?” I was smiling.
“I’m not some toy that you can play with,” she spat.
There was force behind those words but her body spoke a different language. I could feel her squirming under my touch, could practically see the tension in the muscles between her legs, could hear the rapid pace of her breathing and the squeaking break in her voice as she tried to sound tough. She was battling with herself but I could have told her to save the drama. I already knew which side would win.
“Aren’t you?” I whispered, letting my other hand travel to her face to stroke her soft cheek. She really was exquisite. I couldn’t wait to see more. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
“Aren’t I what?” she breathed, her voice catching as my thumb brushed her lower lip.
I smiled and ran my left hand through her hair, tugging lightly. Thick and dark red, it hung down in long curls. I wanted to feel it on my thighs.
“Aren’t you in the mood to play, Roslyn?”
One of two things was about to happen. She’d tell me to go to hell or she’d admit she wanted this as much as I did. All she had to do was let herself go a little. It didn’t have to mean anything. It could just be a hot fuck between two people who happened to have something in common once.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
“Maybe what?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe I’m in the mood to play after all.”
“I’m glad,” I said, trying not to sound smug.
My knuckles brushed her right breast and she inhaled sharply. Somewhere down the hall, towards the direction of Jackson’s room I thought I heard a groan. Kilt snored away in the corner. Eli was slouching with his head back, eyes narrowed to
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