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on the drive home, I
found myself wildly aroused, my pussy soaking my silk panties. Since then, I’ve
been waiting for Garret to call me, ask me to dinner, anything. My fantasies
about him are completely unlike those I’ve had about other men. Thoughts of
sweet, slow kisses and romantic getaways have turned to rough, half-dressed sex
against Garret’s car in the parking lot of a nice restaurant or him pulling my
hair and bending me over the huge wooden desk in his ultra-modern glass and
wood office. I’ve never been so distressed at my own reaction to a man, or so
enticed. Now, in my car, my imagination has me pressing my thighs together. A
quick look in the vanity mirror finds my pale cheeks flushed.
    The knock on the window makes
me gasp, and I look up to find the devil himself. Garret is leaning down,
smiling, sheltered from the rain by a small black umbrella. It’s not quite
enough protection from this storm; he’s slightly damp, his dark brown wavy hair
windblown and curling over his forehead and into his eyes in an adorable,
messy-little-boy kind of way.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to
scare you,” he says through the window. That smooth, friendly voice sends
shivers down my back, straight to my wet pussy. “Do you have an umbrella? Do
you want me to walk you inside?”
    I grab my purse and
portfolios and open the door just a crack, to avoid hitting him. Garret stands
aside, holding the umbrella over me, so I can get out of my car. Hoping I’m not
blushing, I unfold my long legs, giving him a second to check out the sheer
black stockings and short black skirt. It’s an acceptable business length, but
I scoot along the seat getting out, so the skirt will ride up a few extra
inches on my thighs. Bending my back a little more than necessary gives him the
opportunity to look down my black coat, blazer, and silky white blouse. I
chance an upward glance and catch him appreciating the view, the barest trace
of a smile on his soft, plump lips. When his gaze drifts up to mine, brown on
green, there’s a knowing glint in his eyes that instantly brings on the bright
flush I dreaded. Transparent, Faith. He knows exactly what I’m doing.
    As we hurry across the wet
parking lot, Garret slides one arm around my shoulders and holds me tight to
his side, under his gray wool overcoat. He is so warm, like that night at my
car. My arm is coiled around his waist, over his tailored blue suit coat. I
can’t help but imagine unbuttoning it, then going after the crisp pale blue
business shirt underneath it. I’ve seen Garret before with his suit jacket
discarded, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. He looks a lot more muscular
than I’d expect of an executive with a desk job. I’d love to confirm that with
my hands, among other methods.
    We’re only a couple of rows
of cars from the office complex when a roaring gust slams against us, almost
strong enough to push us off our feet on the slippery pavement. We both mutter
curses under our breath and huddle closer. Garret stops and turns his back to
the wind to shield me from it.
    I look up at that chiseled
face, warm eyes and sensual lips. Raising my voice over the wind, I say, “Not
very fair of me hiding behind you.” Thank god for all the layers of clothing
between us, or he’d feel my hardening nipples begging for attention.
    He gives me one of the
dazzling smiles both he and his playboy brother are known for. “I don’t mind. Good
opportunity to earn gentleman points.”
    I chuckle, shivering against
him. “Yeah? What can you redeem those for?”
    Garret tilts his face down
close to mine, closer than the wind and storm require for us to hear one
another. “Very ungentlemanly things.”
    My lips part, as I do
everything I can to keep from gaping. An electrical charge passes from Garret’s
body, his expression, his words, down my spine and straight to my pussy. It’s
the only opening he needs to take my mouth with his. A feathery brush of his soft
mouth over mine