Several thrusts later, her shudders stopped and the last of his ejaculations ceased. He held himself up, preventing himself from collapsing onto her.
She giggled as he looked down.
Lifting an eyebrow, he asked between raspy breaths, “My mind is blown and you’re laughing?”
Amazingly, her slow, playful smile made his cock tighten.
“I really need to find that stupid girl and thank her,” she replied, stroking his back with her able fingers.
“No, it’s me who needs to thank her. If it wasn’t for her not knowing I was alive, I never would have gotten fed up with…with—”
Myself.
She tilted her head, waiting for him to finish. “She worked across the hall. I used to see her in the elevator and in the cafeteria but I never got the nerve to say hi.” He shrugged, lifting himself off the girl so she could sit up. “Does that sound asinine?”
She laughed, lighter this time and with a look of understanding in her veiled eyes. “Not at all.”
“Anyway, she went to go work for the Peace Corps and at her going-away party I made a deal with myself that if I ever saw a girl I wanted, I’d go after her.” He reached out and gently pinched one of her nipples, causing more blood to flow to his cock. “I don’t hold back anymore.”
She stalled. “The Peace Corps?”
“Yeah. I used to work at the Smithsonian. Lots of people there leave the museum to work overseas. The Smithsonian is how I know Gino.”
Her sweet mouth rounded into an “O”.
“I know what you’re thinking, that I must be a nerd if I worked there but—”
“That’s not what I was thinking.” Pressing her fingertip to his mouth, she asked, “Weren’t you going to take me to your bed, Master?”
Instantly, his penis stiffened again. She noticed and reached down to caress the tip. “I’m going to take care of that. And then I have something to tell you.”
Daniel rolled to his feet, pulling his wrinkled pants over his jutting shaft. “Seriously, you aren’t going to tell me you have a boyfriend are you?”
“I already told you—no boyfriend.” She adjusted her corset, then flashed him a smile as she covered her gorgeous breasts with the sheer silk. “I just want to tell you some stuff I learned from my time in the Peace Corps.”
Daniel watched her shake herself off, noticing her quick, efficient motions and the cute way her curvy hips shifted when she moved.
Then the truth hit him.
Emily?
It couldn’t be.
Could it?
Reaching for her waist, he asked, “Where exactly did you go when you were with the Corps?”
She danced away from him, her rounds breasts bouncing as she stepped. “Oh no. Show me more things you can do with the awesome cock first, then I’ll tell you anything you want.”
Show first, then tell.
How could he argue with that?
About the Author
Thrill-seeking risk takers, heroes with the dark past, sexy locales, untamed women! Isabelle Drake writes stories featuring men and women who aren’t afraid to go after what they want. An avid traveler, she’ll go just about anywhere—at least on—to meet people and get story ideas.
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