Her tits are big, perky, and real. Her stomach is flat, but she’s not disgustingly thin. She has deliciously flared hips and toned legs. She might be short, but damn can she rock it; you don’t have to be tall to have a bangin’ body. I am so fucking her with that corset on.

  I grab her hand and practically drag her over to the swing. I desperately need my face between her thighs, like yesterday. The closer we get to it, the harder I have to drag her. I glance back at her, and she looks at me, her eyes wide and horrified, shaking her head fervently. I stick my bottom lip out in a pout and press my hands together as if I’m in prayer to say, “Please.” She frowns but continues to shake her head.

  Okay, I’m about to do something that I have never done in my life before, but I’m desperate, and LaLa needs to be treated delicately since she is already hesitant about the whole one night stand to begin with. I drop to my knees in front of her and beg as best as I can without speaking. I flash her a sexy smile and tilt my head trying to will her to agree. I can see her thinking about it. She finally rolls her eyes and nods her agreement. I spring to my feet and kiss her passionately in thanks.

  She melts into me as we kiss. Damn, she is so sexy, and she’s doing that thing with her tongue again - twirling it around mine, then hones in and starts to suck on it. I’m going to need to come at least once before I fuck her; otherwise, I’ll be going off like a freaking teenager who’s having sex for the first time. As soon as she loosens her grip on my tongue, I reluctantly pull away because I must taste her at once.

  I help her into the swing, which is basically just a strap supporting her ass and back, with a loop to hold each thigh up and open. There are also loops up higher on the straps where she can hold on, if needed. I guess I can understand her hesitation; she is in a very vulnerable position, and I am in complete control, which is exactly how I like it.

  I start by kissing the inside of her thighs, making her squirm and giggle cutely; apparently, she’s ticklish there. As I get closer to her core, the giggling stops and she begins to gasp. I get to her center and am unable to stop the moan that comes out of me, she smells so good. I use my tongue to tease her through the red lace thong, which is the only thing keeping me from tasting her. She lets out a throaty moan as her head falls back. Oh yeah, I got her now, and she will do anything I want.

  I tease her a little more before moving her thong aside. She is completely bare and super smooth. She must have waxed. Holy hell! That’s really freaking hot! I instinctively lick my lips before moving in to taste her - one lick and I’m instantly addicted. LaLa cries out in ecstasy, as I dive in, not able to get close enough. I barely touch her, and she comes hard and fast, but I keep going because I need more of her. Since she is unable to get away, she grabs my hair and pulls my head up and away from her core. Dammit!

  She is panting heavily as she motions for me to help her out of the swing. I help her dismount and am shocked when she immediately kisses me. I mean, my face is still wet from her. Hot damn! This woman is incredible! I guide her over to the bed as we continue to kiss. Once we get there, I break the kiss and toss her little body onto the bed. She smiles and I can see her eyes sparkling with amusement from behind her black mask.

  As I am not very modest, I let her watch me while I strip. Her eyes widen and her glistening, pouty, lips part in awe. I smile, even though I know that I must look somewhat smug. Hey, I work hard to keep my body in shape – rock hard abs and the perfect “v” - so I can be arrogant about it if I want to. I know most women think I am hot, so why pretend I am anything but. Plus, I have a big dick.

  As soon as I am undressed, I climb onto the bed, and then on top of her. I straddle her chest, letting her know exactly what I want. LaLa obliges and wraps that delicious mouth of hers around the head of my cock. Oh, fuck yes! I groan and lean forward with my hands on the bed above her head. She is going to town on my dick, and I can’t believe how close I get to coming so quickly. I drop my head to watch her, which is when she decides to do her kiss move, sucking and swirling her tongue. I don’t want to come in her mouth because I don’t know if she wants me to or not, so I quickly pull away from her and roll onto my back, where I immediately come onto my stomach. I didn’t even have to touch myself! I shove my hands into my hair as my abs pulls tight and my cock continues to pulse and twitch on its own.

  Holy fucking shit! That was indescribable. I can’t believe I just came without even having to at least stroke myself a couple of times. That has never happened to me before. I turn my head to look over at LaLa, who is smiling and biting her bottom lip. Witch! She knows exactly what she did to me!

  I roll my eyes at her and point to the tissue box on the table next to the bed. She grabs them for me and I clean myself. I don’t need any time to recover because even though I just came, I’m still rock hard. Not having sex for a few weeks, plus the fact that LaLa is incredibly sexy and has me turned on beyond belief, are key factors in why I’m still hard and ready for round two.

  I go to my discarded pants and grab the three-pack of Magnum condoms that I have in my pocket. I never use the condoms that Calvin provides in the VIP rooms. Not for nothing, but how do I know that someone didn’t tamper with them? I tear open the box and rip off one of the packets, tossing the rest over my shoulder. LaLa chuckles from her position on the bed. I climb back on the bed and situate myself between her legs. She is lying on her back, her hazel eyes watching every move I make. I bend over and kiss her. Her hands snake into the hair at the back of my head, sending goose bumps down my entire body. For a fleeting moment, I wish it is Delilah under me, threading her fingers into my hair, but I quickly shove that thought away. Never going to happen.

  My patience wears thin as we ravage each other’s mouths. I tear away from her, panting. I sit back onto my haunches and glare down at the evil thong obstructing my entrance into heaven. I grab one of the thin straps at her hip and yank hard. LaLa gasps as the strap snaps off. I do the same to the other side before pulling it off her and tossing it over my shoulder. She bursts out laughing, but covers her mouth with her hands. I grin. I can’t help it, everything this woman does is infectious - her smile, her laugh - a piece of my heart opens and pulls her in. I try hard to stop it, but it’s a mission impossible.

  She is still wearing the corset, garter belt, thigh highs, and heels. Jesus Christ! She is like my porn fantasy come true. I roll on the condom that I had already opened, unable to wait another second. Knowing that she is wet and ready for me, I enter her swiftly, making her moan and claw at my abs. I stay up on my knees so that I can watch her. Her breasts are bouncing out the top of the corset, but I find that it’s not enough; I want to see all of them. I reach behind her and expeditiously undo all of the little hooks holding it together. I’ll let you guess what I did with it…yup, I chucked it over my shoulder and onto the floor, along with everything else. LaLa immediately crosses her arms over her chest. I frown, oh hell no! She is not going to hide those gorgeous puppies from me!

  I grab her wrists and muscle them up and over her head. She whimpers and pleads with her eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that she is self-conscious about them. Probably because they are so big, and the rest of her is so tiny. I shake my head and mouth, “Beautiful,” to her. She eyes me warily. Just to prove to her how much I love them, I lean down and pull one of her pretty pink nipples into my mouth. LaLa moans and closes her eyes. I continue to pump my hips as I alternate between sucking on her nipples and rolling them gently between my teeth. She locks her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass. I have had enough sex to know that means that she wants shorter, deeper thrusts. I’m on it! I drop down to my forearms - still holding her wrists – which changes the angle in which I enter her. LaLa moans throatily and nods, exactly what she wanted. Damn, I’m good!

  Her body starts to tremble so I know she’s getting close, which is fantastic because I’m right on the verge myself. I release one of her wrists and grab the back of a thigh, lifting it. Well, that did it. She lets out a strangled cry as she explodes. Her nails rake down my back and her legs tighten around my waist. I can feel her contracting around my dick and I just can’t hold back anymore. I pump a few more times, and then groan low and long as I come along with her. I collapse on top of her, kissing her languidly. Definitely the best sex of my life. My dick has found his match.

  After we take a few minutes to catch our breaths, and get our limbs working again, we clean up and get dressed. I hand LaLa her messenger and send her a quick message.

  Nico #812: You’ve left me speechless

  I send to her, giving her a wry smile. She laughs quietly when she reads it.

  LaLa #128: Ditto

  Nico #812: I have a proposition for u

  Her eyebrow rises up over the top of her mask.

  LaLa #128: Oh yeah?

  Nico #812: I need more of u. Next Saturday, same time?

  Her eyes flick up to mine looking shocked. Then she looks back down at her messenger and writes back to me.

  LaLa #128: Really?

  Nico #812: Yes, really. U are incredible & 1 night with u is not enough for me

  LaLa smiles shyly and I can see that she is blushing slightly. My heart warms even more.

  LaLa #128: Okay, next Saturday it is

  I smile wide, unable to hold back. I have no idea why she affects me so much.

  Nico #812: Great!

  LaLa #128: Can we continue to text throughout the week?

  Nico #812: Most definitely

  LaLa smiles then reaches up for a kiss. I kiss her softly before walking her to the door. Unable to resist her lips, I kiss her one more time before she leaves. I stay behind to do a little bit of sanitation. I know Calvin has people who clean, but I feel better knowing that I’ve done my own room to my satisfaction.

  As I pull the sheet off the bed, I can’t help but think about the woman who was just on it. Something happened between us, and I’m not talking about the sex. It is something deeper than that. Maybe there is something to this whole “getting to know each other” thing. I have never met with the same woman here more than once, but there is something about her that makes me want more. Need more. I wasn’t lying when I told her that one night with her isn’t enough. I already can’t wait until next Saturday. I may be in trouble with this one. Crap.

  Chapter Eight

  Delilah

  Best.sex.ever. No, seriously, listen. Eight years with Ryan, and even in the beginning, when it was fun and new and exciting, it wasn’t this good. I mean, it was always so routine, so choreographed. But with Nico, holy hell! It is hot. It is primal. It is animalistic. It is...it is...orgasmic!

  It makes me reminisce for a moment and wonder...What would make me stay with the same man for so long when our sex life was so blasé? Was it because he was my first everything? When I really think about it, I decide that it has nothing to do with that. Or with him. And it has nothing to do with love. It is the mere fact that I am frump girl, and I always just assume that no other man will be interested in me. That they take one look at me and decide that because I wear baggy clothes, and don’t do my hair, or wear make-up, that I must not take care of myself. Or maybe they think my inside matches my outside. Probably what Nick thought the first time he saw me. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to see past my appearance to understand it doesn’t match my inside. At least, I hope that’s the case.

  Meanwhile, I found the most incredible man, who is forced to focus on my inside - okay, and maybe my body, but not my face - and he seems to be genuinely, incredibly attracted to me. Maybe it’s time for frump girl to be put to rest. Maybe it’s time to go shopping to completely overhaul my closet. Maybe it’s time for sexy Delilah to come out to play, every day.

  I settle in for a long, grueling workweek. We have three big trials going on at the same time, and everyone at the office is stressed. I try to put any thoughts of Nico – and my growing, yet very inappropriate feelings for Nick - to the back of my mind, and focus on all of the paperwork and files in front of me. That is until this happens…

  “Nick, your father is on line two,” I say calmly through the intercom. Being so stressed and on edge, I try to keep my voice even for Nick. Plus, he told me to hold all calls, but I wasn’t sure if that included is dad.

  “Please put him through, Delilah. Thanks,” he says politely. Don’t think his overuse of manners is lost on me.

  While Nick is on the phone, I take the opportunity to run to the restroom. With all of the work piling up, I have barely had the chance to breathe. On my way back, I stop at the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. I make a cup for both Nick and me, and sugar and cream it for him just as he likes. I add a little rock candy stick that I picked up a few days ago as a little surprise, hoping to draw out a smile. My belly always does a little flip when I am on the receiving end.

  I head back to our offices and as I approach, I notice that his door is ajar, and I can hear him talking to his father. I don’t want to intrude on his private conversation, but I am dying to learn more about him. I know it isn’t a good idea, and very selfish - a pretty dick move, actually - but I justify it to myself, anyway. Plus, I only get one side of the conversation. I should just walk away. Give him his privacy. But I don’t, and now I am paying for it.

  “Yeah, dad. I know.” He pauses, obviously listening to his dad speak.

  “I am just at a loss.” He pauses again.

  “Yeah. Gorgeous,” he answers.

  “No, much more,” he groans. I see him rub his hand against his jaw. This conversation must be making him uncomfortable.

  “Compatible on all levels,” he says, nodding his head. Can he be talking about me?

  “Intimacy beyond compare,” he answers and a naughty smile appears on his face. He must be thinking about them having sex. Nope, not me. And definitely way too much information.

  “We talk about everything and anything,” he continues.

  “Completely open and honest,” he says sincerely.

  “Definitely emotionally supportive.”

  “Could be my perfect match,” he adds proudly, but with a nervous laugh.

  I hear, “perfect match,” and I am done. With my shoulders slouched, head hung low, I walk away in defeat. I head back to my desk and slump into my chair. Once he started talking about intimacy, it became evident that he wasn’t talking about me. I should have walked away then, but it was like watching a bad accident. I rubber-necked my way into complete despair.

  “Delilah? Delilah?” My attention is brought back when I hear Nick calling for me, in a singsong voice.

  “Yeah?” I say loosely, trying to shake the doldrums I created.

  “You okay?” he asks innocently.

  “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I ask, trying to avoid any more drama.

  “Because it took me calling your name a few times to get your attention.”

  “Sorry, just crazy busy out here. That’s all,” I add, trying to end this conversation.

  “You gonna drink both of those coffees?” he asks sarcastically.

  “Huh?” I answer his question with a question, completely confused.

  “You have two coffees on your desk. You planning to drink them both?” he asks again, practically laughing at my aloofness.

  “Oh, um, duh. Of course, not. One is for you. Be right there.”

  I bring Nick his coffee and he gives me the smile I have been waiting for - a day late and a dollar short.

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  a bit more Delilah… just a few weeks later…

  It’s been eight weeks since I met Nico, and things are going great! We still have our Saturday night rendezvous, and we continue to text throughout the week. Lately, they have become more personal, like the time he told me about his mother abandoning him and his father. He also told me a little bit about his extended family, and his last serious relationship with some chick named Veronica. I hate that name!

  I try to give him all of my attention. I try to put Nick’s conversation with his father weeks ago out my mind, but I am like a dog with a bone. I have to know more. I have to know everything. And at the same time, I don‘t want to know anything else. The jealousy is eating away at me! Every woman who calls, every woman that he has a meeting with, I watch closely. Is that her? Is she the one that has him so entranced? If I see another woman touch him, I feel my anger rise. I actually get angry! As though I have any rights to him. I need help!

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  Still Delilah…

  Charlie and I have been spending time together shopping after work once a week for a new sexy dress and lingerie for my Saturday nights. She also still comes with me to Club M, searching for her own Saturday night special. I love getting all dressed up for Nico. He truly makes me feel amazingly sexy. So I decide that now is as good a time as any to revamp my entire closet – work, weekend, and sexy playtime.

  Delilah: Hey, lady! Up for a little lunchtime shopping Thursday?

  Charlie: Sure! What for?

  Delilah: Think it’s time for that closet overhaul u been bugging me about

  Charlie: Count me in. Will meet u at our spot. Thursday at noon. Woo hoo!

  She always cracks me up. I make plans with Charlie to meet and shop a little during lunch. I have been working for Nick for almost three months now, and I have not once left for lunch. Well, come on, can you blame me? I am going to break this Thursday curse once and for all.

  We spend my entire lunch hour trying on clothes and spending a lot of money. But I am okay with that because I haven’t bought myself anything in a long time; besides, with the money that I am making at the Law Firm, and the money that I am saving by living alone and only having to support myself, I am comfortable with splurging every now and then.