Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Thoughts of my razzing fresh in my mind, I take out my phone and text my supposed—according to the moguls upstairs—future bride.
Me: I miss your sexy ass.
She sends me back an eye-roll emoji. I smile.
Me: When can I see you again?
Katy: I might be free tonight…
I know Katy Dayton well enough to know that she doesn’t mince words. She can be stubborn, fierce, and tell it like it is when she wants to. And this coy and playful response of hers has me downright reeling in excitement.
Me: You might or you are?
Katy: It depends on what the plans are.
She doesn’t give a shit what I have planned. I just have to set the hook.
Me: Come over to my place around 7. I’ll feed you dinner and eat your perfect pussy.
Katy: I guess I can fit you in.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
I don’t waste any time sending her my address.
This will be the first time I have Katy over to my place, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to be anything less than orgasmic.
Katy
I’m on the subway, and I don’t have any underwear on.
This is certainly a first for me. It’s not every day your beaver can feel the breeze of the tram doors opening and shutting.
I have never, in all my thirty years, done something as wanton and daring as this for a man.
My eyes move across the aisle, where a woman in a gray business pantsuit and white silk blouse sits. She’s currently reading something on her phone, and I glance down at my current attire—a khaki trench coat and a pair of nude patent leather heels.
A little thrill runs through my chest when I think about what Mack will do when he realizes I’ve come over to his place with nothing on underneath my coat.
Oh boy.
Even though I’ve seen him every day at school, teased and flirted and secretly kissed him when no one was around, it’s been a week since he came over to my apartment. Courtesy of him, that night and the next morning included a lot of sex and a lot of orgasms, but I’ve done nothing but crave them ever since.
I’d be a big fat liar if I said I wasn’t ready for more of his brand of fun.
Or maybe it’s our brand of fun?
Whatever it is, I guess I can officially say I’ve thrown caution to the wind and I’m just enjoying it. Temporarily, of course.
The subway jostles from side to side as it slows for its next stop, and my bare nipples rub against the material of my coat. The odd sensation causes the teeniest throb between my thighs, and the logical, not-impulsive-at-all side of myself is scandalized by my current behavior.
But I refuse to feel any shame for my actions.
I decided to give in to some fleeting fun with Mack, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. There’s nothing wrong with this…right?
Right.
Brakes squeak to a stop, and I gingerly stand up from my seat, making sure my coat keeps all my tits and bits covered as I walk off the tram and head up the subway steps. Thankfully, Mack’s place is only a two-block walk from this stop.
A soft breeze threatens to open the bottom of my coat, and I quickly run my hands down the edges to prevent that from happening. It’s one thing to be willing to be naked underneath your jacket in the name of turning a man on, but it’s another thing to flash your hoohah at your fellow New Yorkers as you make your way to his place.
Not to mention the wrenches a public indecency charge would throw into my career as an elementary teacher.
Thankfully, no vag or nip slips occur, and I finish the short walk to Mack’s building in under ten minutes. It’s a nice complex with a doorman and a front desk, and once I check in with the security guard in the lobby and get the okay, I head to the elevators.
Just as I’m stepping into an available cart, my phone pings from my purse with a notification. Simultaneously, I pull it out and hit the button for Mack’s floor.
A quick glance to the screen and I see a message from my best friend.
Anna: Want to go out tonight? Grab a drink? I feel like the fibers of my couch are fused to my ass at this point. I need to see the world again.
Me: I’d love to, but I have plans.
Anna: Staying in your apartment and grading papers doesn’t count.
Me: Yes, it does. But tonight, I have actual plans. I’m not at home.
Anna: If you tell me you’re with Mack, I will be so proud of you. Hell, I might have to send you a fucking Edible Arrangement or some shit to celebrate you finally realizing you should always take my advice.
An I-told-you-the-dick-was-big Edible Arrangement? That might be a new category for them.