Monday through Friday. His smile faded as realisation set in. Today was Saturday, and a week ago he would have called her the first thing Monday morning. But a week ago, he hadn't made the promise that sewed up his entire future.
Regretfully, he dropped Erin 's pale blue business card in the trashcan behind the bar.
Chapter Three
Erin had looked over her shoulder as she and Mitch were leaving Club Rendezvous and Derek was watching. Arms folded at his waist, feet wide apart, as she'd discovered he was prone to stand, he wasn't smiling nor did he wink.
She felt guilty about leaving her card for Derek when she was out with Mitch, but she wasn't sorry. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring, and if Mitch wouldn't go to Angel's wedding with her, she needed a single man who would. Derek was devastating enough to impress everyone there, maybe even more than Mitch. And he was a highly sexual being she'd like to know better if she found it necessary to ask a date.
Of course, she couldn't expect Derek to provide an engagement ring, but first things first. She could somehow come up with a diamond, while she couldn't buy or borrow a man.
Mitch had gotten pretty aroused during dinner and so had she. He'd kept his hand on her thigh on the way back to her house and now that they were in her bedroom, he was eyeing her hungrily. Unzipping her dress, she let it slide to the ivory carpet and he froze with his hand on his belt. She lowered her lashes and smiled seductively. He undid the buckle and fumbled with the fastener on his pants. She pivoted, giving him a view of her ass, which was mostly exposed with only the thong and the narrow, lace garter belt.
When she looked at him again, his breath had quickened so that she could see his chest rising and falling. He let his pants drop and she admired the way his hard-on stretched the fabric of his low-rise briefs. She rubbed her finger along the rigid length, and moaning, he pushed them down enough so that his penis popped over the top and she smiled with satisfaction. She stroked his throbbing rod, and he took her face between his hands and kissed her hard.
She rubbed against him while he tongue-fucked her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out, faster and faster. She pulled away to push his briefs down his legs, bending her knees as she did so. When her face was at a level with his cock, she kissed the head of it and he moaned again. Her pussy was clenching and her breasts were engorged. He stepped out of the constricting piece of clothing and, as she slowly rose, she darted out her tongue to lick him. But before she could, he pulled her face close and pushed the head of his erection between her lips. Her heart pounded as he held her captive with his penis in her mouth.
"Suck me," he demanded.
His voice was thick with emotion, but she'd planned to seduce him into a long bout of mind-blowing, can't-get-enough-of-it fucking. She hadn't bargained for him just wanting a blow-job. He pumped his male member in and out of her mouth the same way he had his tongue. She was on her knees now and resented the way he was using her. The scent of her perfume hung heavy in the air, and she could feel her secretions wetting her pussy and trickling down her leg, but she wanted him to stop pumping into her mouth. Her vagina ached with desire, and she needed him to bring her to a screaming orgasm. That wasn't going to happen the way things were currently going. No one was going to be satisfied but Mitch. She tried to pull away.
"Don't stop. I want to mouth-fuck you. I want to shoot my juices down your throat. You can come this way too if you'll just let yourself. Suck hard and make me ejaculate."
She felt a rush of adrenaline at his words and, caught up by the fervour that made his voice husky, she drew hard and slid her mouth along his pulsing cock. Excitement fired her body as she realised the power she held over Mitch. He might be holding her kneeling before him, but she possessed the ability to
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