Dirty Sweet Duet

I leaned closer toward Audrey, since she probably didn’t knowanything about our fifth partner who headed the Tokyo office. “Noone will ever love Cade, even if he goes pansy on us. That’s a manthat even a mother wouldn’t love. He’s one of my best friends. Iought to know.”Weston harrumphed from the front seat, completely indignant,but I noted a hint of optimism, as though he hoped I were right abouthis future, and that he’d be leaving the bachelor life for good.He really had gone bananas over that Dyson girl. Poor sucker.I stole another glance at Audrey, curious at how badly I’doffended her with my speech, love-cheerleader that she was.But when I turned in her direction, I hadn’t expected that she’dalready be staring at me. The flush in her round cheeks as shelooked quickly away sent a jolt to my todger.I should have been ashamed of myself.But I wasn’t.She was a very attractive young lady. I couldn’t help how mybody reacted. I’d been respectful. For the most part.“This

Soon, I became aware of more, my attention spreading throughmy body like heat with the sunrise. My breasts felt heavy and mynipples tight. My belly swirled like a cyclone was tearing across itsinsides. Lower, between my legs, my core throbbed and ached. Iwas wet and empty, my thighs vibrating with need.Desperate to ease the growing hum, to touch more of him and betouched, I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him and gaspedwhen I landed on the steel ridge bulging from his pants. My hipsbucked automatically, pressing my pussy against the outline of hiscock. Again, again, needing to feel the exact shape of him, hoping tostill the buzz that only seemed to grow louder with each stroke.It was humiliating how eager I was. How urgent. How impetuous.How deeply romantic all of those things had suddenly become.But then Dylan’s hands were under my skirt, his fingers digginginto my ass as he tilted my hips up along the length of him,deepening the notch of his cock, and I realized

I was energized with rage, my heart racing with the power of it.But underneath my temper was a dangerous longing. A yearningfor a different time. A time when I could afford the innocententhusiasm for human connection. Before I knew how cruel peoplecould be. Before I understood the downfalls of being vulnerable.What a rose-colored world it had been—a prettier, more tolerableworld—when I’d believed wholeheartedly in commitments andforever. When lust and love were two sides of the same coin. Sex,an expression of feelings rather than just a pleasurable release.I longed to be free of the reality that I wore like chains around myneck.And then! Then I could ask a girl back to my hotel room withoutcaring about age differences or impropriety or what state my suitehad been left in. I could get lost in the breathlessness of her kiss, notworrying about anyone’s feelings or what might inevitably happen if Iput my trust in her embrace. I could imagine it so vividly, what itwould be

FIVEDYLANI THOUGHT she’d be less dangerous in the sunlight.I was wrong.She walked into the lobby of the apartment building in SuttonPlace, dressed in a red flowy thing that stopped mid-calf and astylish coat that hit mid-thigh. Her tawny brown hair was loosearound her shoulders. But the piece de resistance was the highheeled black boots that disappeared under her hem. Afterfantasizing about her the night before, it was impossible not toimagine those shoes wrapped around my waist—wrapped aroundmy face—her body naked and trembling. She was sex on heels, andI was a goner.But lust wasn’t the only reason I found myself fascinated with her.She and I had shared an evening together, shared the same space,shared the same air, and yet the life that oxygen breathed into herwas much different than the life breathed into mine. She inflated intosomeone animated and vivacious while I was left hollow andshriveled and wrinkled—metaphorically if not exactly literally. Itintrigued me.

“Your daughter is sure convincing.” Jones smiled nervously in mydirection, appearing to be equally taken with her abilities. “Okay. Allright. I’m sure it will be fine. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes then?”He was headed to the exit, as though determined to be back as soonas possible.At the foyer, he paused to look from me to Audrey with ananxious plea in his eyes. “Please don’t do, well,don’t...hurt...anything.” I heard him muttering on to himself as thedoor shut behind him. Something that sounded a lot like I better notregret this.Which left me with my own regrets, namely the seductress in mymidst.“That was quite impressive,” I said, not quite sure if I should havegone with the man rather than be left alone with her. Alone. So neara bed. And other furniture that could be used for fornication.She winked. “I have my talents.”Yes, she did. I was learning how skilled she was at wrapping mentwice her age around her little pinkie. And now I was quite sure Ishould hav