Yvette's Haven
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She gave a satisfied smile, her eyes traveling over his body. And damn it if he didn’t love the way she licked her lips at the same time. “I figured.”
Was it getting hot in here? “And you?”
“I’m not a stuntman,” she purposefully misunderstood his question. It didn’t matter. He didn’t really care what she was. All he cared about was where she’d be very soon: under his body.
“Didn’t think so.” He swept an appreciative glance over her body, lingering on her round breasts for longer than necessary. When he met her eyes again, the knowledge that he’d been assessing her female assets was on her face, yet she didn’t pull away or look at him with disgust.
“You think you’ve got what it takes?” The words rolled off her lips in a seductive sweep. Her pink tongue emerged, moistening her lips. “Many have tried. None have succeeded.”
Fuck, the sight of that tongue did things to him. His body temperature spiked several degrees. He tugged at his shirt’s collar, realizing he’d already taken off his tie earlier. He couldn’t very well take off his shirt. “I’m willing to give it a shot.”
Now it was her turn to look up and down his body. It didn’t escape him how she held her gaze at his groin, assessing its ever-growing package. And he wasn’t going to hide it from her. Might as well make sure she knew what she was in for.
“It might just do.”
He’d never met a woman who’d so openly propositioned him. Or was she merely responding to his offer? It didn’t matter. All that was important was that they were in the midst of negotiating the terms of their sexual encounter. The whether had already been confirmed. Now it was only a matter of figuring out the when and where. As well as the how long.
Haven took one step closer, bringing her flush to his body. A drop of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and disappeared under his shirt. Could she feel his heat the way he felt hers? He dipped his head to her ear. “Oh, it’ll be plenty, I promise you.” He could barely suppress the urge to press her against the nearest flat surface and hike up her dress, free his cock, and plunge into her.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Her husky voice in his ear made him almost delirious. Damn, she could turn him on as if he were a light switch.
“Name the time and place,” he gritted out, barely holding onto his control. Another few seconds of this and he’d do something that would get them both thrown out and arrested for committing a lewd act in public. Or whatever the police called it these days.
“By the way you’re panting right now, I’d say immediately, but then you wouldn’t get to imagine what it’s like to fuck me, would you? And I wouldn’t get to imagine what you’re doing while you’re imagining it and waiting for it. So, here.” She shoved a business card in his pocket. “Call me once you’ve taken care of that hard-on in your pants, so you’ll last longer than ten seconds when we fuck.”
A moment later, he stood there alone. She’d disappeared into the crowd. Thunderstruck by her blunt words, he couldn’t help but applaud her. She’d taken charge the way a man normally would, and while he hated bossy women, he couldn’t stop his cock from expanding even further. She would probably kick his ass in more ways than one, but he wasn’t backing down from the challenge she’d just handed him.
Haven reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the card she’d given him.
Yvette. Then a local number. That’s all it said. No address. Nothing.
The woman had class.
***
Yvette fanned herself as she watched her charge from afar. During the entire exchange with Haven she hadn’t forgotten about her job for a single second. It hadn’t stopped her from getting all hot and bothered though. She’d tried to play it cool, slipping into her well-worn seductress suit, a cloak she’d worn for too many years. It had always served her well to keep men at bay. Most men had shied away from her dominant personality, just like she intended.
Not so Haven; the man was up for the challenge. Was she? Yeah, she’d had sex a few months ago—not that she could even remember the guy’s name. What were one-night-stands for? And that was exactly what Haven would turn into: a one-night stand. It would probably be best if she just fucked him where she felt more anonymous. Certainly not her place, and if she could chose, not even in a bed.
A quick frantic fucking over a table would do the trick. Nothing more intimate than that. To allow a man like him any closer would be dangerous. Sure, he was human, and she could take him in an instant. Not even his bad-boy-stuntman attitude would be much of a challenge for her. No, the challenge lay in those blue eyes that had tried to look deep into her. And when he’d stepped closer and whispered into her ear, his scent had wrapped around her and blanketed her with a wave of desire she couldn’t explain.
Was it getting hot in here? “And you?”
“I’m not a stuntman,” she purposefully misunderstood his question. It didn’t matter. He didn’t really care what she was. All he cared about was where she’d be very soon: under his body.
“Didn’t think so.” He swept an appreciative glance over her body, lingering on her round breasts for longer than necessary. When he met her eyes again, the knowledge that he’d been assessing her female assets was on her face, yet she didn’t pull away or look at him with disgust.
“You think you’ve got what it takes?” The words rolled off her lips in a seductive sweep. Her pink tongue emerged, moistening her lips. “Many have tried. None have succeeded.”
Fuck, the sight of that tongue did things to him. His body temperature spiked several degrees. He tugged at his shirt’s collar, realizing he’d already taken off his tie earlier. He couldn’t very well take off his shirt. “I’m willing to give it a shot.”
Now it was her turn to look up and down his body. It didn’t escape him how she held her gaze at his groin, assessing its ever-growing package. And he wasn’t going to hide it from her. Might as well make sure she knew what she was in for.
“It might just do.”
He’d never met a woman who’d so openly propositioned him. Or was she merely responding to his offer? It didn’t matter. All that was important was that they were in the midst of negotiating the terms of their sexual encounter. The whether had already been confirmed. Now it was only a matter of figuring out the when and where. As well as the how long.
Haven took one step closer, bringing her flush to his body. A drop of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and disappeared under his shirt. Could she feel his heat the way he felt hers? He dipped his head to her ear. “Oh, it’ll be plenty, I promise you.” He could barely suppress the urge to press her against the nearest flat surface and hike up her dress, free his cock, and plunge into her.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Her husky voice in his ear made him almost delirious. Damn, she could turn him on as if he were a light switch.
“Name the time and place,” he gritted out, barely holding onto his control. Another few seconds of this and he’d do something that would get them both thrown out and arrested for committing a lewd act in public. Or whatever the police called it these days.
“By the way you’re panting right now, I’d say immediately, but then you wouldn’t get to imagine what it’s like to fuck me, would you? And I wouldn’t get to imagine what you’re doing while you’re imagining it and waiting for it. So, here.” She shoved a business card in his pocket. “Call me once you’ve taken care of that hard-on in your pants, so you’ll last longer than ten seconds when we fuck.”
A moment later, he stood there alone. She’d disappeared into the crowd. Thunderstruck by her blunt words, he couldn’t help but applaud her. She’d taken charge the way a man normally would, and while he hated bossy women, he couldn’t stop his cock from expanding even further. She would probably kick his ass in more ways than one, but he wasn’t backing down from the challenge she’d just handed him.
Haven reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the card she’d given him.
Yvette. Then a local number. That’s all it said. No address. Nothing.
The woman had class.
***
Yvette fanned herself as she watched her charge from afar. During the entire exchange with Haven she hadn’t forgotten about her job for a single second. It hadn’t stopped her from getting all hot and bothered though. She’d tried to play it cool, slipping into her well-worn seductress suit, a cloak she’d worn for too many years. It had always served her well to keep men at bay. Most men had shied away from her dominant personality, just like she intended.
Not so Haven; the man was up for the challenge. Was she? Yeah, she’d had sex a few months ago—not that she could even remember the guy’s name. What were one-night-stands for? And that was exactly what Haven would turn into: a one-night stand. It would probably be best if she just fucked him where she felt more anonymous. Certainly not her place, and if she could chose, not even in a bed.
A quick frantic fucking over a table would do the trick. Nothing more intimate than that. To allow a man like him any closer would be dangerous. Sure, he was human, and she could take him in an instant. Not even his bad-boy-stuntman attitude would be much of a challenge for her. No, the challenge lay in those blue eyes that had tried to look deep into her. And when he’d stepped closer and whispered into her ear, his scent had wrapped around her and blanketed her with a wave of desire she couldn’t explain.
