Monday (Timeless Teaser)(37)
“No.” She released a quick laugh. “There will be too much food as it is.”
I was excited to enjoy her cooking for a week. But I was more excited to see her every single day of the holidays. She was the only thing that drove my depression away. The second she was gone, it came back in full force.
“There’s snow up there, so we’ll probably go skiing. Have you ever been?”
“No.” I missed out on all the family activities everyone else did.
“I’ll teach you. I’m pretty good.”
“Yeah?” An amused grin broke out on my face. “You don’t fall on that beautiful ass of yours?”
“Not often. But when I do, I’m really sore.”
“I’ll rub it for you.” I gave her a cocky grin.
“I’m sure you will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically then returned to eating her sandwich.
“Are you excited the semester is almost over?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She released a heavy sigh. “I hate school. It’s stupid.”
“It’s stupid?” I asked with a laugh. “It’s the best investment you’ll ever make.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “But why do they have to make it so expensive and boring?”
I shrugged. “You got me there.”
She picked at her fries and ate slowly. She was one of the slowest eaters I’d ever met. “You want some?”
“No, thank you.”
When she finished half her plate, she pushed it away. “Damn, I’ll never eat again.” She placed one hand on her stomach like she was full.
“Never?”
“Well…not for another hour at least.”
I chuckled. “Never and an hour are very different.”
“You eat everything like a bear. It’s not fair.”
“I work out. You can too.”
“Does it look like I have time for that?”
She was lucky her body was perfect and she didn’t have to do anything to achieve it. “When you run your own bakery, you’ll be on your feet all day long. Then you won’t need to work out.”
“But I’ll be eating everything in sight.”
“You’ll still be just as sexy.” I looked her in the eye as I said it because I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
She averted her gaze like she was uncomfortable—or warm.
The check arrived and I immediately slipped the cash inside.
Francesca grabbed it. “Why don’t we split it for once?”
“No.” I snatched it back and handed it to the waitress. “I don’t need any change. Thank you.”
Francesca glared at me when the waitress walked away. “Why are you so annoying?”
“Annoying?” I asked with amusement. “Why are you so ungrateful?”
“I’m not ungrateful—”
“Just say thank you and let it go.”
She pressed her lips tightly together.
“Is it really that hard for you to say?” I tried not to laugh. She was cute when she was stubborn.
“I don’t need anyone to pay for my things.”
“I’m aware of that. But I’m a gentleman and I like to pay for things.”
“A gentleman?” She practically laughed as she said it. “You?”
Gentleman was the last thing I was. I was a dick to every woman I encountered. I treated them like dirt and used them just to get what I wanted. Compassion and empathy weren’t in my blood. I was definitely the type of guy no man wanted for their daughter. I was dark, cold, and dangerous. “I am with you.”
***
I lay in bed as my hard dick rested against my stomach. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and my body wasn’t used to the sudden withdrawals. Anytime the depression consumed me, I went out and picked up a girl from a bar. Or I called one of my regulars. But now I went to Francesca’s house and slept with her.
Feeling her body pressed to mine brought the sensual part of me to life. My body ached to be with hers. I’d already kissed her and it was the best I’ve ever had. When I felt her tits with my hands, they were soft and firm. I wanted to watch them shake while I f*cked her. She turned me on in a way I’ve never been before.
I never jerked off because I preferred the real thing. But I was horny and it was late at night. All I had to do was call up one of my booty calls and they would be there in a flash. But I didn’t want that.
I pulled my Vaseline out and went to town on myself. Francesca was on my mind, and I didn’t feel guilty about it. But my fantasy surprised me. It wasn’t carnal or aggressive. It was sensual and slow. I imagined feeling every part of her, taking it slow and not hurrying to the finish line. Instead of imagining how her ass looked, I focused on kissing her. Instead of giving it to her as hard as I could, I focused on how good I made her feel.
It was completely different than what I was usually into.
There was a loud knock on the door and I stopped what I was doing. Who would stop by at this time of night? My heart leapt in hope when I realized it must be Francesca.
I shoved everything into my nightstand and pulled my boxers on. I didn’t bother putting on anything else because she’d already seen me this way. When I headed down the hallway, I practically ran. It was usually me coming to her but this time it had been reversed.