Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (30 page)

"When did you have a chance to set this up?"
She gazed at the setup, blown away.

"While you were making dinner."

Holding her hand, he guided her to a chair.
He lit the candles, opened and poured the champagne, and then
handed her a glass. They each took a sip and placed the glasses on
the table.

"So, what is it? Do you want to have sex
right here or something?"

"Maybe later." He drew in a long breath and
let it out slowly. "Okay, my company has a permanent position open
in Miami, and once I get through the management program, they said
it’s mine if I want it."

"Do you want it?"

"It depends."

Getting down on one knee in front of her, he
pulled a box from his pocket. She looked at him, holding her breath
and more than a little uncomfortable. He stared into her eyes. "I
know I’m young, and I don’t really know exactly what I want to do
with the rest of my life... career-wise or anything." Studying her
face, he noticed he was losing her a little. "Sorry, I mean, I do
know that I want to spend every minute I can with you. From the
first moment I saw you right here on this chair and... then we
spoke for, like, an hour on the tennis court... talking about the
damn court surface," he added, rolling his eyes. He grabbed her
hand, and they shared a smile as he continued, "I knew then I was
falling for you. I’m absolutely head-over-heels,
can’t-stand-to-be-away-from-you in love, and I don’t care who knows
it. You are more alive and fun to be with than any of those
supposed young college women I’ve ever met."

He opened the box and displayed the gorgeous
two-carat diamond ring. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at it. He
pulled it from the box. "Jillian Grayson, will you marry me?"
Smiling at her with his eyes hopeful, he slipped the ring on her
finger.

She gave him a hesitant look. "I’m old
enough to be your mother."

Slipping back to his chair, he did some
quick calculations in his head. "You’re still only thirty-nine
right?"

"Yeah."

"So, maybe if you were sexually active when
you were, like, twelve, which for both our sakes, I’m hoping you
weren’t."

She looked at him, confused. "What do you
mean? I’m not a math expert or anything, but aren’t you only twenty
one?"

He scoffed. "I turned twenty-six in
January."

After trying to process this, she shook her
head. "You and Rob both got fake IDs together."

"We did... I really didn’t need it," he said
sheepishly.

She looked at him now, even more
confused.

"Wait, I can explain. I have a late
birthday, and I was held back a year because of some learning
delay. After high school, I kind of fooled around a little before I
started college."

She still didn’t appear satisfied, so he
added, "Look, I was a twenty-two-year-old freshman, and I didn’t
want anyone to think I was a giant loser, so I kinda lied about my
age."

"And the fake ID?" she asked.

"Just part of the cover-up."

She scoffed. "You have to be the only person
on the planet with a fake ID that says he’s younger."

After conceding with his eyes that it was
completely ridiculous, he lifted his hands and opened his palms to
her. "So, I’m, like, thirteen years younger. If you round it down,
it’s, like, ten."

Smiling at him, she warmed to the idea a
little. "But what about Rob? Do you think he would be scarred for
life, or anything?"

"Don’t you think he’ll be a little more than
understanding, since he had sex with Natalie and pretty much stole
her away from me behind my back? I mean, what could he say?"

She fell back in her chair, shocked. "Rob
slept with Natalie? 'Leg thing' Natalie?" Turning her head toward
him, she stared, gape-mouthed.

"He didn’t tell you that?"

"No, I’m learning all kinds of things
today." She looked off toward the pool, trying to take it all
in.

Returning her gaze to Brian, she made a sour
face. "'Technical virgin' Natalie?"

He nodded, and they sat together, staring at
the pool for an awkward moment.

He turned to her. "Wait, did you give me an…
Did you answer my question?"

She met his gaze, suddenly anxious. "Um,
sorry, I was just… I think I—"

"I know." He put on a bright smile. "How
about I play you for it tomorrow? I win, and you marry me. You win,
and I’ll just be your sex slave for, like, the next sixty years or
so."

"Either way, that sounds like you win."
After pondering letting fate or their tennis skills decide, her
worry melted away into a smile. "Okay, I’ll take that bet, but only
if you shave the mustache first."

Moving to her chair, he leaned over and
kissed her.

The kiss lasted only a moment before she
turned away, giggling. "Could you shave it now? It’s just…" She
rubbed the top of her lip, trying not to laugh.

He pulled back, frowning, and whined, "All
right."

Over at the Wilde residence, Victoria and
her hunky neighbor, John, were making out furiously on the sofa.
Controlling herself perfectly during dinner, Victoria didn’t think
about sex at all until she was about to serve dessert. That's when
she found out that John was the head football coach at the
university. He invited her to visit his office on campus. When she
discovered his office was connected to the locker room, she
daydreamed about being there and walking through the locker room
filled with naked, muscular football players. This completely
knocked her off the wagon, and at her suggestion, he agreed to skip
dessert. They moved to the sofa, and moments later, they were
kissing.

They were fully clothed, but she was
stroking his cock through his pants while his hands were all over
her ass. After taking hold of his zipper, she exhaled deeply,
reconsidering for a moment, then pulled her hands back and scooted
away.

He looked at her breathlessly. "What’s
wrong?"

"I promised myself I would take it
slow."

"You’re right. You’re right. This is moving
too fast. I’m still getting over my divorce and everything—but you
are so gorgeous."

"I’m so attracted to you, too." After
standing, she moved a safe distance away to a chair across the
coffee table from him.

Her eyes locked on the still-evident bulge
in his pants.

Following her gaze, he gave her a sorrowful
look. "Sorry about that. I... it’s been a while for me, and I...
uh..."

"God you’re so, um... I hate to leave you
like this."

"I’ll be fine. I’ll... Really, I’ll be
okay."

She paused a moment with her mind racing.
"What if we could take it slow, but not? I mean, not leave here
unsatisfied."

He looked at her, confused. "What are you
talking about?"

"I have a friend who told me about this
thing she... uh... they called it friends with... limited benefits,
or something like that."

Looking at her, intrigued, he adjusted his
still-crowded pants. "That sounds interesting."

"She was attracted to this younger guy. He’s
her son’s best friend, and they didn’t want to have sex, so they
came up with this idea."

"What happened?"

"They were naked out in the pool and almost
got caught by her son," she said casually.

"So skinny dipping is allowed?"

"It's within the rules." After pausing a
moment to think, she frowned. "Oh, but we already broke one of the
rules—no kissing."

He shrugged his shoulders. "But we haven’t
done anything else, so maybe we could just not kiss any more... for
now. What are the other rules?"

She smiled as she went through them
matter-of-factly. "No sex, of course... No mouth kissing, no
kissing of parts..." She opened her eyes wide as he looked at her,
a little baffled. To clarify, she pointed to her breasts and
crotch. "No fun parts."

After his facial expression morphed into one
of understanding, he nodded in agreement. "Well, that makes
sense."

"No touching those same parts, and uh, no
telling anyone about friends with limited benefits."

He looked away, smiling, and then back to
her, puzzled. "If you can’t tell anyone, then how did you find
out?"

"She told me. That last rule is more of a
guideline."

"Uh-huh."

"Should we maybe try it?" She smiled at him,
waiting for his reply.

"I think we should. Do you want to go skinny
dipping?"

"No, not really." She looked at him
hesitantly. "What were you going to do when you got home?"

"Go to sleep, I guess."

"You weren’t going to
do...
anything
before that?" She stared down with a sultry gaze at his still
semi-bulging groin.

Looking down at his crotch, he smiled. "Oh,
maybe if I couldn’t sleep, I, uh..."

She gave him a skeptical look. "Uh,
maybe?"

He exhaled deeply and then smiled. "Well as
soon as we stopped kissing, uh... all I could think of was running
home and jerking off while I thought about you. You are so
beautiful and sexy... If you must know, I was going to do it as
soon as I got into the house."

She grinned at him. "I was planning on doing
the same." After bringing her finger to her lips, she widened her
eyes. "Since we were going to do it anyway, why not do it here, in
front of each other?"

He looked at her, contemplating, with his
mouth open as he adjusted his penis in his pants once again. "Do
you think we'll be able to—"

"I promise I can control myself. I won’t
touch you or break any of the rules."

"I can control myself, as long as you stay
over there."

"Okay, great." After spreading her legs, she
brought a hand to her knee and touched it seductively.

He exhaled deeply as he squeezed his cock
through his pants. "So are we just going to do it? I mean, I should
just, uh..."

She licked her lips then slumped down in the
chair as she lifted the short black dress up and folded it to her
waist. His eyes locked on her pussy. She wasn’t wearing
panties.

He pulled at his cock in his pants and
grinned. "You were planning on taking it slow, but you didn’t wear
underwear?"

"I had them on, but I got so wet during
dinner that I took them off."

"Oh." Exhaling deeply, he quickly unbuttoned
his pants, unzipped them, and fought to pull his mostly-hard penis
out. She began running her finger slowly over the slick lips of her
pussy as she eyed his cock hungrily.

"You’re so big."

"Are you really wet?"

"Soaked." She slipped two fingers deep into
her pussy. After letting out a soft moan, she ran her tongue
seductively around her lips.

"My dick is so hard." He stroked it up and
down slowly. He swirled his finger around the head and wiped the
clear fluid all over the tip. "You are so hot."

Lifting her legs up on the arms of the
chair, she spread them wide. Her ass cheeks curved down deliciously
and were fully exposed to him. He stared at her, mesmerized, as he
continued to stroke his cock, stopping every so often to prevent
the climax, which he felt coming on way too soon.

"You have a beautiful body, and your pussy
is gorgeous."

She closed her eyes, imagining that John was
tonguing her and whispered, "Thanks." With her fingers still slowly
stroking her pussy, she opened her eyes and looked at his erection.
After sighing, she held her hand still. "These rules they
have..."

"Yeah." Sliding his hand to the base of his
cock, he squeezed it hard to fight off his orgasm.

"They're not like official rules, or
anything. There’s no reason why we can’t change them a little or
make up our own rules."

"That makes sense. They are a little
restrictive." He nodded wholeheartedly.

"I know, aren’t they?"

They both gazed at each other’s parts with
open mouths. He shook his head with a grimace. "If you ask me, all
these rules are kind of stupid, in fact. Um, what did you have in
mind?"

"What if we just had oral sex? We wouldn’t
go all the way, but we could..."

He almost blew his load right there. He
asked simply to hear her say it again, "What was that?"

"Oral sex—we could do just that. What do you
think?"

He nodded as a big smile washed over his
face. "I think that’s a great idea."

Popping up out of his seat, he rushed over
to her. He got between her legs and gazed at her perfect pussy for
a moment. She held her breath as his mouth slowly lowered to her.
As John pressed his tongue gently into her folds, Victoria threw
her head back and moaned. Blindly she reached her hand out and ran
it through his hair before pulling his head closer into her. He got
the message and stepped it up a notch as her eyelids fluttered away
dreamily.

Just as John was coming up for air, Jillian
and Brian stood together in the master bathroom. She sat on the
edge of her large soaking tub as he looked over at her with shaving
cream covering his upper lip. "Can we do it with you in that
deviant leg derriere thing position tonight?"

She didn’t bother correcting him but frowned.
"That really hurts. I don’t think so." Giving her a disappointed
look, he turned to the mirror and began to shave his pathetic
mustache.

She gave him a hopeful smile. "But I could get
into the arabesque position, and we could give that a try."

He rinsed and dried his face and then
pondered that while he met her gaze as she looked at him through
the mirror. Turning to her, he smiled. "I have no idea what that
is, but it sounds hot."

She popped to her feet, grinning. He tossed
the towel on the sink and met her in the middle of the bathroom.
There, they kissed; it was a long, deep kiss. Pulling back from
him, she rubbed her finger gently over his smooth upper lip and
smiled. "Much better."