Douglas sat down next to Raven at the small table. His rough denim-clad thigh rubbed against her
mostly bare leg by accident and stayed there.
Feeling deliciously naughty, Raven decided not to move away.
They ordered their drinks, both women going for Jack and
Diet Coke. After the waitress moved
away, Raven asked, “What brings you here, Douglas? Somehow I never would have picked a place
like this for a guy like you.”
“No? And what kind of
guy would you picture me as?”
His easy grin held that undercurrent of danger Raven had
seen before. A curl of excitement went
through her abdomen. Her pussy actually
spasmed a little at that knowing smirk.
She made herself quash the rush of arousal.
Kimi answered with a giggle.
“You’re an auditor, one step up from a stodgy accountant. You should be having tea with dear old Mom in
her doily-covered sitting room.”
That made Douglas laugh out loud. “Dear old Mom is probably out snapping the
whip over her underlings. She’s not one
to have tea with.”
Kimi’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh, a woman of means? Are you a
spoiled rich boy?”
“Not at all. Nor
would I want to be. I like the challenge
of taking what I want.”
As the waitress showed up with their drinks, Douglas’
amazing golden gaze bore into Raven’s eyes, as if he would telepathically tell
her what it was he wanted to take. That
hazy curl of excitement she’d felt transformed into a blatant erotic thrill.
She thought of the wilder things she’d done with Todd the
other night and how much she’d enjoyed them.
She thought of how it might feel to do those things with Douglas. To have her backside swatted by his
long-fingered hands. To have her wrists
tied up in her stockings and a tie gagging her mouth while he fucked her hard.
What in the hell has
gotten into me?
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