Chapter 5 #2
There was a part of her, deep in her brain and buried in her heart, that recognized her foolhardiness.
She’d allowed him to change the rules. Not only that, she’d jumped to agree to it.
It was dangerous to her career, to her life.
She didn’t want another man telling her what to do, or making her rethink her decisions or plans, or getting in the way of her goals.
She didn’t want to ruin this job she enjoyed.
But she told herself this wasn’t a relationship. This was phone sex and now a sexy encounter. They weren’t meeting for a dinner date or going to a show. They weren’t even spending time together. They were having mind sex.
And God, it was fun.
Stepping back, she surveyed herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She might be forty-five, but in this outfit, she could still turn a man’s head. This morning while she was walking, she planned to turn several men’s heads.
Especially Knox’s.
The sun warmed Knox’s skin after the chill of the morning fog.
He worked his phone as he waited for her, checking texts and emails, shooting off replies when necessary.
It might be Saturday, but it was always a workday.
He usually stopped in at the plant to make sure the machines were in top working condition.
With a good team, everything had been fine this morning, problems nipped in the bud with all the careful monitoring.
He wondered what she’d wear for him. The tank top she mentioned?
Or a long, flowing skirt and gauzy blouse?
He didn’t care as long as he saw her nipples and could watch all the other men losing their cool over her.
He’d never been the jealous type, not even when he was married, though catching his wife Diane in bed with another man had given him the shock of his life.
He supposed the experience should have turned him into a jealous man, but it had the opposite effect.
He now chose partners who didn’t want serious relationships or exclusivity any more than he did.
The women he entertained wanted the opportunity to choose other partners when they wished.
But that Friday night when Summer shared her fantasy with her fuck buddy, it flipped a switch in him. He wanted to watch her turn on other men.
At first, he didn’t see her in the park, just the reaction of male joggers on the wide pathway through the trees, their heads whipping around. One guy almost tripped himself.
Ah, there she was, strolling nonchalantly, sunglasses hiding her eyes.
Her green skirt was at least five inches above her knees, her tanned shoulders bared to the morning sun by a floaty tank top that plunged deep, her necklace dipping on a golden chain into her cleavage.
As she drew closer, the tight beads of her nipples were like beacons beckoning his gaze.
Her lips were a luscious plum color, and he imagined them wrapped around his cock.
His heart pounded in a feral beat, like a jungle predator watching, waiting to pounce and drag her into the bushes to have his wicked way with her.
A woman slapped her husband’s arm when she caught him looking. Another grabbed up her child and rushed in the opposite direction, as if that pair of beautifully blatant nipples could somehow damage the kid’s psyche.
Why were Americans so prudish about sex?
If Summer had bared her breast to feed her child on a park bench, no one would have looked askance.
But it was the sheer sensuality of her that had men gawking and women running away.
She moved with grace, a sway to her hips, her legs long and lean and toned.
Her coral toenail polish matched her fingernails, hoop earrings swung from her ears, and her chestnut hair fell in loose, luscious waves over her shoulders.
She was utter perfection.
Knox wanted her more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life. Which meant this little sojourn of his could actually be the most monumental mistake of his life. Yet he took out his phone, tapped her number, and she picked up.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said before she even got out a word.
“Did you see that woman run away with her kid?” He laughed softly, almost hoarsely.
He was so hard he could have broken rocks with his cock.
“The best was the woman who slapped her husband’s arm while he was pushing the baby stroller. ”
Her laugh tickled his balls as she whispered, “I’m so wet right now.” She turned off the path, sat on a bench in a beam of sunlight through the trees, crossed her gorgeous legs, her foot swinging in a gold sandal.
“I’m fantasizing about fucking you.” He heard her sigh of desire and need.
She dipped her head, speaking softly as if afraid of being overheard. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”
This was even better than phone sex. He could see her, the sun on her almost creating an aura around those gorgeous nipples. “I’d drag you into a secluded grove of trees only feet away from the path.”
“Someone might catch us.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” His voice seemed to rasp out of his throat. “I’d pinch your luscious nipples, then I’d go down on my knees and lift your skirt until I could see that wet, hot pussy of yours.”
She gasped, and he could almost smell her sweet scent as she grew even wetter.
He went on with his verbal seduction. “Then I’d put my tongue on you, lick you, taste you, make you groan until I had to put my hand over your mouth so no one would hear.”
“God,” she whispered, a husky, dirty, needy sound that strummed his cock. “I love your tongue on me. I love the way you make me feel and how hard you get.”
He wondered if she’d noticed the hard outline of his cock as she’d walked past him, swaying her hips ever so slightly, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on him.
“Christ, you’re such a fucking tease.”
Her laugh trickled across the airwaves. “You’re the one teasing me. Which makes you very bad for making me so wet.”
That gave him a brilliant idea. “Go into the bathroom over there.” He almost pointed as if mothers, children, fathers, joggers, and dog walkers didn’t surround them. “I want you to get yourself off while I’m listening.”
She gave a startled gasp. “But there’s a lot of people here.”
“I know you can come very quietly. Even though you want to scream like you do every night when you’re lying in your bed and getting off with just my voice and my words.”
“You’re so arrogant.”
He chuckled. “Not arrogant. Just truthful. And you do exactly the same to me. Your voice over the phone makes me need to stroke myself right now. When we were in that meeting the other day, I could have raised the table with how hard my cock was.”
She laughed, delighted. And he ordered her, “Go to the bathroom and let me hear you make yourself come. Don’t hang up the phone. I want to hear how hard you breathe, how sweetly you moan. I want to see how hard you can make me.”
She stood. In profile, her nipples were hard like a Valkyrie’s breast shield. As she walked, she murmured, “This is crazy.”
“You want it bad,” he told her and knew it was true.
She didn’t deny it. “I want a cock inside me so badly I feel dizzy.”
Her admission was just a breath of sound.
But it made him want to follow her into the restroom and give her exactly what she wanted, dragging her into the stall, pushing her up against the wall, fucking her until she screamed.
“Then you better lock the stall door just in case I try to beat my way in there.”
It was crazy how badly he wanted her.
And how close he was to acting out that fantasy.