Friday I'm in Love (8 page)

“Oh, he
is
just an asshole. You had him pegged right in the first minute.”

She laughed. “Well, thank the Lord. I’m one for twenty. That older woman, the one who sat in the corner table?”

Ewan acknowledged he knew who she was talking about with a nod.

“She was kinda cool. What’s up with her?”

“Mrs. Duvall. Her husband passed away a couple of years ago and I think she’s lonely. She comes in here twice a week for lunch and she always manages to find a way to call us all over to chat. I usually join her for a bit, but she seemed to prefer your company today.”

Once she’d returned with the woman’s dessert, she’d been drawn into a conversation that she’d genuinely enjoyed.

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When she thought about it, she’d had more fun these past three days than she’d had in years and she suddenly wasn’t looking forward to returning to Palms Springs.

What if she went home and the heavy feelings came back? She wasn’t sure she wanted to go back to her monotonous days, her quiet apartment.

She tried to shut down her thoughts of leaving on Saturday. The unwelcome notion of leaving Ewan had jarred her more than once over the past few days. Now, like then, she put the nonsense away. He was an acquaintance, Teagan’s brother. Nothing more.

She couldn’t let him be anything more.

For now, she wanted to revel in the newfound lightness. Here in Baltimore she’d managed to find a place where she could relax, put away her worries, her gloominess, her sleepless nights, even if only for a week. She’d use this time to pick up the pieces and come Saturday, she would go home. She’d be strong again. Ready to roll with the punches.

“And now,” Ewan said, grasping her hand and tugging her behind the desk with him. “Maybe we could revisit that ‘making out as a form of relaxation’ lesson from last night. I mean, you’ve had a rough afternoon.” He lifted her shirt over her head, pulling it off before she had a moment to realize his intent.

“Hey. You know, just talking it out…I feel much better now.”

He frowned. “You do. You sure? I don’t mind going the extra mile if you’re still a little tense.”

She laughed but didn’t try to put her shirt back on. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m horny, Nat. Throw a dog a bone.”

“Look’s like this dog already has one.” She ran her hand along the front placket of his pants and he groaned.

“Is that a yes?”

She considered his question for a moment. “We’re just playing right? I mean—”

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He placed a finger on her lips. “We’re two adults sharing an attraction. It’s chemistry, remember?”

She’d never experienced more than quick fucks with men she never cared if she saw again. She wasn’t loose by any stretch of the imagination and it had been too fucking long since she’d indulged. When the need got to be too much and her vibrator stopped cutting it, she simply found someone to ease the pain. Something told her Ewan wouldn’t be an easy lover, nor would he be easily dismissed. Casual sex she could handle. Unfortunately, nothing she did with Ewan ever felt casual. “Just second base, maybe third. No homers.”

“I’ll take third,” he said with a grin.

“I said
maybe
third. What if someone comes in?” she asked, her question in conflict with her actions as she helped Ewan strip away her bra as well.

“The door’s locked, remember?” Ewan bent down and took one of her nipples roughly into his mouth, no foreplay, no preamble, just straightforward, glorious sucking.

“Oh my God, you’re good at that.” She gripped his head, tangling her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. He continued his torment after she moved up onto the desk.

She captured his hips with her legs, pulling his erection toward her. Even through multiple layers of clothing she could feel his hard length. She rubbed against him and he moaned.

“Dammit, Nat. Second won’t be enough.”

He unhooked her pants, lifting her ass off the desk with one hand while tugging her pants and panties over her hips and down her legs. “Kick off your shoes. I want to see you totally naked.”

She complied, but couldn’t resist looking over her shoulder toward the door once more. She was completely undressed while Ewan had yet to remove a single stitch of clothing. To make matters worse, they were in a somewhat public place.

“No one will come in, babydoll. I promise.”

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“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”

He shook his head. “Not if you’re serious about third.”

Natalie appeared to want to say more, but her words turned into a sigh when his fingers lightly brushed her clit. She spread her legs farther and he accepted her invitation, running his hand along her slit, cupping her mound in his palm. Her breathing turned to panting and he knew she was struggling to remain quiet.

He pressed two fingers into her wet heat and she groaned softly. “How long has it been, Nat? How long since you had a living, breathing man touch this sweet pussy?

Your fucking vibrator doesn’t count.”

She closed her eyes but he refused to let her retreat. Once his fingers were lodged to the hilt, he froze. “Open your eyes. Open them and answer my question.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Maybe a year or so.”

A year. She’d been alone for a year. No wonder she’d been wound up tighter than a spring when she’d shown up here. Of course, given the way just touching her hot pussy was sending every ounce of blood in his body straight to his groin, it was safe to say it had been too long for him too.

“What about you?” she asked, her question ending with a tiny squeak as he pressed deeper.

“Nine months, three days, forty-seven minutes and—” He glanced toward the clock on the wall, but Natalie’s laughter ended the joke.

“I think I got the message. Too long,” she said.

He silenced her with a brief kiss while shoving his fingers inside her. He thought perhaps he should slow his pace, gentle his thrusts, but her moans drove him on. She moved toward his fingers, begging with every softly muttered “more”.

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jokingly blamed chemistry for their attraction, but now he wondered if he hadn’t been right in his estimation. She was made for him. Some small certainty had expressed that opinion the first time they’d met—the voice within growing louder and more insistent with each meeting. Now it was screaming inside his head and he wouldn’t—no, he couldn’t—ignore it anymore.

“Come for me, Nat.” He whispered his command and her body responded instantly in an explosion he was certain she felt to her toes.

“Ah, ah, oh God,” she whispered. He knew she wanted to scream, could see it in the stiffness of her body, the tension in her face, but she was aware of the hustle and bustle of the restaurant just outside the door.

It didn’t matter what sounds she made. She was beautiful when she came.

“Seven days isn’t gonna be long enough. Lie back, close your eyes. I wanna see you come again.”

“Again?” she asked.

Ewan chuckled. “Oh, hell yeah. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”

“Oh look, what do you know? The third-base coach really
is
waving you in,” she teased.

He laughed at her invitation and attacked her clit, sucking the swollen nub the same way he’d taken her nipples. He devoured her like a starving man.

She bit her lip to try to hold back her cries and he chuckled.

“I can’t wait to hear all those noises you’re bottling up.”

She moaned. “I’m not usually a quiet lover.”

He looked up at her. “You just spent the whole morning practicing restraint.

Consider this another part of the same lesson.”

“This isn’t restraint. It’s torture.”

He bent back down, his tongue plunging into her depths, and she squealed at the unexpected movement.

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“Masochist,” she said through gritted teeth.

His mouth drifted lower, rimming the outer edges of her anus.

“Hey,” she protested breathlessly.

“I’m warning you now, babydoll, there’s no part of you I won’t touch, won’t take.”

She shuddered at his darkly erotic threat.

“That’s a little farther than third.”

He chuckled. “I’m working up to a grand slam. When I take you the first time, it’s gonna be in a bed somewhere private and we’re going to have hours to do it right. And you are definitely going to scream your head off.”

Ewan pushed two fingers inside her pussy while sucking on her clit.

“Dammit,” she cried.

“No smartass reply?”

“I’m sort of struggling to remember my name right now. Less talk, more action.”

He laughed as he felt the beginning of her second climax build, her inner muscles clenching his fingers tightly.

“Ewan!” His name came out with a gasp and he doubled his efforts, his fingers moving faster, deeper.

“Come on, babydoll,” he murmured, his lips brushing her mons as he spoke.

“Come on my fingers. Let me feel how much you want me.”

His words triggered an immediate response and she shuddered with the effort of remaining quiet.

“Fuck,” she muttered, shaking as Ewan continued to pump his fingers inside her.

He stood up, caging her body against the hard surface.

“Is that the best you can do?” His fingers never stilled, never stopped thrusting. His challenging question worked as he felt her body accept the dare.

“Dammit, Ewan. I can’t do it again.”

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“Yes, you can,” he commanded. His lips claimed hers as he fed her the sharp taste of her juices from his lips. She licked at him hungrily as he added a third finger to the first two, his thumb rubbing her clit mercilessly as she bucked beneath him. He’d never pushed a woman like this, never wanted her pleasure more than his own. Seeing her tremble under his touch, hearing her muffled cries, he felt as if he’d spent his whole life merely waiting for this one moment. It was too much, too fucking fantastically much.

When he removed the third finger from her pussy, he upped the ante by inviting his pinky to the party, shoving it roughly into her ass. She jerked, lost control. She gripped the back of his neck, pulling his face toward hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and he knew she was riding on pure, animalistic instinct.

He captured her scream as she came yet again, silencing her moans with his tongue as her cunt clenched greedily at his fingers, crushing them, covering them with her hot come.

“God, baby,” he whispered as she trembled. “You’re so fucking hot, Nat. I’m never going to get enough of you, of those orgasms. I thought you were going to break my fingers.” He rested his forehead against hers as they gasped, sharing the same air. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

“Do it now.”

He groaned, her words firing his body like a machine gun. He could take her now, but he knew her body was making the request, not her head. “Not here, Nat. Please, not here.”

The words were dragged from his throat and he was relieved when she didn’t press him. Her sudden silence proved her head was already catching up, already regretting the request.

He glanced at the clock and slowly pushed himself off her body. She glanced down, saw the distinct outline of his erection through his pants.

“Ewan,” she pointed at his cock, “let me—”

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“No. God no. I pull my cock out and there’s no way this thing ends the way you want. I was an ass to start this in the office. I don’t know what to say. You make me lose my head.”

She smiled sadly. “The feeling’s mutual.”

He took a deep breath, fought to lighten the mood. “Besides, I walk around in this condition pretty much nonstop every time you’re in the state of Maryland. It’s nothing a cold shower and hand job won’t take care of. I have about an hour until the dinner rush starts, so I’m going to run upstairs.”

He grasped her shirt and tugged it over her head. The sooner she was covered up, the easier this would be.

“Um, aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked when he bent down to pick up her pants.

He reached out, tweaking her nipple through the shirt. “I like how you look with no bra on.”

“I’m not walking around like this. This chemical reaction you keep talking about seems to work both ways. You walk around with a hard-on. I walk around with—” She pointed at her nipples, poking through her shirt. “I’m bound to take an eye out.”

He laughed but ignored her comment, helping her put her pants back on as she blushed. He loved seeing her cheeks flush. He was so used to her cynicism, her lack of embarrassment. Seeing her overwhelmed and horny was sexy as hell.

“Do you need help with the dinner shift?” she asked. “I mean, I could help if you wanted. Probably wouldn’t hurt for me to, um, practice that being nice thing a little more.”

“I’d love some help, but Nat, don’t get
too
good at biting your tongue. I’d prefer it if you didn’t hold anything back with me.”

He’d meant what he’d said this morning. He liked her exactly as she was.

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“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, hotshot. If you annoy me or piss me off, you’re gonna know it.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing her quickly. “I’m going to run upstairs and get that shower.”

“I’m going to stay here and put my bra back on.”

He shook his head dejectedly. “Spoilsport.” He wiggled his eyebrows, closing the office door behind him as he left.

He rested against the other side of the door and tried to take a deep breath. He was getting tired of cold showers. He needed a game plan. His eyes landed on a bulletin board hanging on the wall across from him. Local businesses could put up their flyers, business cards. Patrons waiting to use the restrooms usually bided the time reading the information.

Ewan spotted a flyer for one of the local five-star hotels. It was located on the Inner Harbor, was super swanky with a gourmet restaurant on the first floor. He pulled the flyer down from the board and grinned.