I would have to remember to thank Mr. Parker for allowing me the opportunity to get to know Addison better. I found I liked her even more than before and that was just from getting the little details.
“It’s getting late,” she prompted.
I peered around and noticed the bar was thinning out. “It looks that way.” Turning back to her, I studied Addison’s face for a minute. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me, too.” Her response seemed genuine and that pleased me.
“I should walk you home.”
“I’d like that.”
After closing out my tab at the bar, Addison and I stepped out of the hotel and onto the busy downtown street. At this time of night, it wasn’t nearly as cluttered with traffic, but there were still quite a few people out.
Holding hands, we walked back over to our building. Addison was quiet during our trek up to her apartment. I figured she was thinking about what Mr. Parker had said. Or, more than likely, trying to determine how this was going to play out.
Hell, I was thinking about it and I’d role played with the man probably a couple of hundred times over the past decade. It was never the same with Mr. Parker, even if he used the same setup—he was rather fond of the doctor’s office—the man found a way to make it different every time. He had a kinky imagination, that was for sure.
However, we had never role played this particular scenario and I was curious as to how it would play out.
“Would you…uh…like to come in?” Addison asked, a coy smile playing on her lips as we stood in the hallway.
Yeah. I definitely liked that she could get into character. Admittedly, role playing was a nice way to spice things up.
“I’d love to,” I told her, sliding the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
Her eyes flared and I saw the heat swimming in the light blue peering back at me. The woman had the most expressive eyes.
Addison pulled her key out of her pocket, then unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed close behind.
The instant she shut the door, I spun her around and crushed my mouth to hers. I’d managed to keep my hands to myself while we’d been in the bar, but I found I was all out of patience. That earlier incident in the hallway had made me crave her in ways I’d yet to have her.
Tonight, I fully intended to have as much of her as she would allow.
“Ben,” she moaned, her lips gliding against mine.
I liked the way she said my name. She never referred to me like that, but I found it had a unique appeal, especially said in that sexy breathless whisper.
“I’m not sure I can keep my hands off you,” I admitted, twining my fingers in her hair and tugging her head back. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Another soft moan escaped her as she peered up at me.
“Well, I’m all yours.”
I wanted that to be true in every way. It had been less than a month since we officially met, but it felt like a lifetime. I wasn’t the type to forge headfirst into many things, but when it came to Addison, I failed to listen to reason.
Pressing my mouth back to hers, I explored her with my tongue. It only took a few seconds before the heat between us ignited once again and I was jerking her closer, running my hands over her back, that sweet little ass, her legs. In a dramatic sweep, I lifted her off her feet and walked the few steps to the kitchen counter.
“This is much better,” I moaned, fusing our lips together once more.
Addison practically wrapped herself around me, holding me close as our lips and tongues got better acquainted. Her soft moans filled the space. She was liquid fire, so responsive, so eager. I wanted to see her unravel for me, to let go of everything else and live in this moment.
Remembering we were in character, I regained some of my composure and allowed her a few seconds to catch her breath. I glanced around briefly. “Nice place.”
“Thank you.” Her hands slid over my head. “You should see the bedroom.”
I grinned back at her. “Is that an invitation?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Well, lead the way, precious.”
Her breath hitched, but then she hopped down from the counter and took my hand. She led me through the kitchen and into the bedroom. The lights were off, but she rectified that by turning on the bedside lamp.
It could’ve been an awkward moment, but for some reason, it wasn’t. Perhaps that was because it wasn’t really a date and I’d gotten intimately acquainted with this woman already. Not the way I truly wanted, but enough to lessen the tension.
“Come here, precious girl,” I urged, standing beside the bed.
