Seduce by Missy Johnson Page B

later.
    After my shower, I sunk into the armchair closest to the TV and watched a rerun of Shameless . I shivered, my skin cold against the leather of the chair. I wore tracksuit pants and nothing else, my glass of scotch resting against my bare chest.
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    At just after six, there was a knock at the door. I heaved myself out of my chair and walked over to it.
    “Hey,” I smiled, opening the door and moving aside to let her inside.
    “Hi.” She smiled back shyly. “I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. I’m glad I did though.”
    “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, pouring myself another scotch, ignoring the buzzing in my head that was telling me I’d probably drunk enough today. She nodded.
    I grabbed another glass, dropped two ice cubes in it, and half-filled it up with scotch. “Here you go,” I said, sliding up across the bench to her. As she took it from my grip, I let my fingers move over hers, making her smile.
    “This is a nice place,” she commented, moving over to the window that overlooked the city.
    “It’s open, if you want to go out there.” I grabbed my glass and followed her. We stood on the balcony and took in the lights. Dusk was just settling in, making for a beautiful backdrop against the city buildings.
    “It’s stunning out here,” she breathed. She balanced her drink on the edge of the balcony, her palms downward on the foot-wide stone wall as she breathed in the cool, fresh air. I placed my hand on her back. She jumped slightly, giving me a small smile. I chuckled to myself. God, she was nervous.
    “It certainly is stunning,” I said standing behind her, pressing myself up against her. Her black skirt finished just above her knee, but the long slit on her left side made it seem much shorter. I worked my hand around her waist and up under her shirt. She breathed in sharply as my fingers touched her skin. I tilted her head and began to kiss her neck. Each time my mouth met her soft skin, she moaned softly. Gently, I turned her around so her back was against the balcony and she was facing me. With one finger I traced her hairline around her face and over her ear until my hand gripped the back of her neck, under the loose strands of her restrained hair.
    “I’m going to kiss you now,” I said.
    Leaning forward, my lips connected with hers in a soft kiss. Pulling away, I reached up to her messy bun and released her fiery red hair. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered, my fingers working quickly to separate the buttons running down her shirt. I slipped the soft silk off her shoulders and unclasped her bra, letting that fall away too.
    If she was bothered being on display to half of London, she didn’t show it. She was so caught up in me and what I could do for her that nothing else mattered. Her nipples hardened as the cool breeze rushed past them. Her breasts were nice and round, full but not too big, the perfect size for my hands. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up so she was sitting on wall of the balcony. Her grip on me tightened.
    “It’s okay,” I whispered softly as I licked her ear. “I’d never let you fall.” She seemed to trust me, as my tongue trailed down to her breasts. I circled her nipple with the tip. She cried out as I began to suck, first gently, and then with more force, more intensity, and more desire.
    My hand roamed up her thigh, slowly moving between her legs. Her barely there panties were so wet, which told me just how ready she was for me. I worked my finger along her entrance, teasing her, making her want me. With one hand clutching her waist, my other hand worked quickly to free my hard cock. I slipped on a condom and slowly looped my thumbs around the edge of her panties. She moaned softly as I began to slide them down, until they fell away. She stepped out of them. I lifted her leg, hooking it around me.
    The balcony wall was the perfect level for me to slide myself into her. She gasped, crying out as her back arched at