anything, just thought we could hang out and eat when we feel like it."
"Six it is," I agree.
"Um, Joy, Scott won't have a key to your apartment, will he?" I ask, sounding ridiculous even to me. I smack my palm to my forehead at this juvenile sounding question.
"No, he won’t have a key. I promise." I’m sure she’s laughing at me.
"Okay. Coffee tomorrow?" I ask.
"Um, I can't. I have my first meeting regarding this project," she explains.
Of course you do. I bet that fucker set this up, too.
"How many morning meetings do you have until this is ironed out?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"All this week."
Bastard.
"Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, beautiful," I say, flirting with her.
"Look forward to it, Doctor. Sleep well," she echoes with a voice I want to hear in the dark.
~.~
At six o’clock sharp, I am pressing the buzzer to Joy's apartment. I’m nothing but punctual.
"Yes?" she speaks through the intercom.
"Is this Joy Johnson's apartment?" I ask, in a raspy voice.
"No, I'm sorry you must have the wrong apartment, but you sound so sexy you can come up anyway," she giggles before the buzzer sounds and releases the steel trap door that could keep a tank out.
She opens the door before I even knock and the sight of her nearly takes my breath. She’s dressed in a tight lightweight blue sweater; the color I like on her best and a short jean skirt that hits her mid-thigh. Her outfit is finished with a pair of black knee-high boots. I lick my lips in anticipation of unzipping those for her.
“You look … really good.” I growl inwardly. My hands lift to her waist and I pull her to me.
Lowering my face into the curve of her neck, I gently kiss the soft skin behind her ear then graze my lips along the length of her jaw, purposely avoiding her lips. Her natural essence is all woman. I breathe her in deeply as I take in her sweet scent. Her pulse quickens and she takes a stuttering breath. I can feel her heart pound against my chest.
Cupping her face in the palms of my hands, I lift it to meet mine. Running my nose against hers, I inhale her sweet breath. I love the sounds she makes when her breathing becomes shallow, especially when I run my tongue along her bottom lip, gently tugging it with my teeth. I’m seducing her mouth and she’s letting me.
Was that a whimper I heard?
When I look at her through my own, lust-filled eyes, hers are closed and her lips are slightly parted.
She wants me.
Licking my lips, I touch her lips with my thumb and my jaw drops when she kisses it, pulling the tip between her lips. Watching that beautiful mouth pucker against my finger is sexy as hell and this is all her. She’s honest, pure, and natural. And I love every bit of it.
Angling my lips over hers, it’s my turn to whimper when her delicate tongue strokes along the seam of my mouth. I can't take it anymore. My arms fly around her and I kiss her … hard. She meets me all the way, kissing me with all the passion and desire I feel for her.
"Joy," I breathe, breaking the kiss, my breathing labored. Looking down at her, her fingertips are lightly touching her lips and she's smiling.
"Whoa!" I say into her ear. This girl can kiss.
I’m not trying to hide the fact that I desire her and press my hardness tightly against her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she can feel my heartbeat pound against her.
"Would you like a beer or something to drink?" she asks, changing the subject and head toward the kitchen. I love to watch her move around her house with ease. She’s so comfortable here that you can't tell she that she even has an impairment.
"Sure, a beer sounds good," I reply still watching her. I feel a cold dampness against my palm as Conrad nudges my hand.
"Oh, hey, big fella. I've been ignoring you, haven't I?" I squat down to give him some love, too.
"Your mistress said that if I want her, you are part of the package." I talk to him while rubbing down his chest. His nose shoots into the
"Six it is," I agree.
"Um, Joy, Scott won't have a key to your apartment, will he?" I ask, sounding ridiculous even to me. I smack my palm to my forehead at this juvenile sounding question.
"No, he won’t have a key. I promise." I’m sure she’s laughing at me.
"Okay. Coffee tomorrow?" I ask.
"Um, I can't. I have my first meeting regarding this project," she explains.
Of course you do. I bet that fucker set this up, too.
"How many morning meetings do you have until this is ironed out?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"All this week."
Bastard.
"Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, beautiful," I say, flirting with her.
"Look forward to it, Doctor. Sleep well," she echoes with a voice I want to hear in the dark.
~.~
At six o’clock sharp, I am pressing the buzzer to Joy's apartment. I’m nothing but punctual.
"Yes?" she speaks through the intercom.
"Is this Joy Johnson's apartment?" I ask, in a raspy voice.
"No, I'm sorry you must have the wrong apartment, but you sound so sexy you can come up anyway," she giggles before the buzzer sounds and releases the steel trap door that could keep a tank out.
She opens the door before I even knock and the sight of her nearly takes my breath. She’s dressed in a tight lightweight blue sweater; the color I like on her best and a short jean skirt that hits her mid-thigh. Her outfit is finished with a pair of black knee-high boots. I lick my lips in anticipation of unzipping those for her.
“You look … really good.” I growl inwardly. My hands lift to her waist and I pull her to me.
Lowering my face into the curve of her neck, I gently kiss the soft skin behind her ear then graze my lips along the length of her jaw, purposely avoiding her lips. Her natural essence is all woman. I breathe her in deeply as I take in her sweet scent. Her pulse quickens and she takes a stuttering breath. I can feel her heart pound against my chest.
Cupping her face in the palms of my hands, I lift it to meet mine. Running my nose against hers, I inhale her sweet breath. I love the sounds she makes when her breathing becomes shallow, especially when I run my tongue along her bottom lip, gently tugging it with my teeth. I’m seducing her mouth and she’s letting me.
Was that a whimper I heard?
When I look at her through my own, lust-filled eyes, hers are closed and her lips are slightly parted.
She wants me.
Licking my lips, I touch her lips with my thumb and my jaw drops when she kisses it, pulling the tip between her lips. Watching that beautiful mouth pucker against my finger is sexy as hell and this is all her. She’s honest, pure, and natural. And I love every bit of it.
Angling my lips over hers, it’s my turn to whimper when her delicate tongue strokes along the seam of my mouth. I can't take it anymore. My arms fly around her and I kiss her … hard. She meets me all the way, kissing me with all the passion and desire I feel for her.
"Joy," I breathe, breaking the kiss, my breathing labored. Looking down at her, her fingertips are lightly touching her lips and she's smiling.
"Whoa!" I say into her ear. This girl can kiss.
I’m not trying to hide the fact that I desire her and press my hardness tightly against her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she can feel my heartbeat pound against her.
"Would you like a beer or something to drink?" she asks, changing the subject and head toward the kitchen. I love to watch her move around her house with ease. She’s so comfortable here that you can't tell she that she even has an impairment.
"Sure, a beer sounds good," I reply still watching her. I feel a cold dampness against my palm as Conrad nudges my hand.
"Oh, hey, big fella. I've been ignoring you, haven't I?" I squat down to give him some love, too.
"Your mistress said that if I want her, you are part of the package." I talk to him while rubbing down his chest. His nose shoots into the
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