She shifted her weight on her stool, squeezing her thighs together. The mention of making her come had her hot and bothered all over again. And the picture he painted was so damn inviting. Who would turn him down?
“Tell me what your schedule looks like,” he inquired. “When do I get you back in my bed?”
“I work this evening and then about twelve hours Monday and Tuesday. I’m off Wednesday.”
“Do you usually spend the night out of town?”
“Sometimes. Monday night I’ll be in Vegas.”
He lifted his brows. “That’s cool.”
She shrugged. “Not really. I’ll be exhausted. I’ll only have about nine hours off. And I don’t gamble.” It was time to turn the tables. “I know nothing about you. Tell me why you left the military and what you’re doing in Dallas.”
He waited until he swallowed and took a sip of coffee. “Honestly, I was exhausted. I did three tours, and it was time to get out. Plus, I had a job offer from a buddy of mine here in Dallas that I couldn’t refuse.”
“What job is that?” she asked as she took another bite of pancake.
“My friend Jake owns a computer programming business called Westside Programmers. Freelance. It’s what I’m trained in. I did programming for the Army. He opened the business a few years ago. Kraft introduced us a while back. He also works for Jake now. When I got out, Jake offered me a job. I took it. I love the flexibility. Most days I work from home. Some days I go to a client’s office and deal with their issues on-site.”
“That’s cool. I know nothing about computers. I can check my email and manage my social media, and that’s about it.”
“I enjoy the challenge. Every day is different.” He leaned in closer. “See? There’s a benefit to dating me. If you ever need computer help…”
“Good point.” She giggled. “Your friend, his name is Kraft?”
“Yep. I mean that’s his nickname from when we served. Even before that, really. The man eats boxed mac and cheese like it’s going out of style. I think it’s gross. We all gave him shit until we started calling him Kraft. His real name is Mack Carter.”
“And they call you Hatch. What’s the story behind that?”
He finished his pancakes and pushed the plate away. “It’s not a nickname I would have chosen. I can tell you that.” He sighed. “We were in Iraq and I was unloading an armored vehicle. I forgot to secure the driver’s hatch. When I bumped into it, it fell against my head. Thank God I was wearing my Kevlar helmet or I wouldn’t have been so lucky. As it was, I ended up with a broken nose, eight stitches in my brow, and a permanent nickname.”
She gasped. “You could have been killed. Thank God you were okay.”
He set a hand on her thigh and rubbed. “Yep. And all my brain cells are still functioning too, which is why I’m going to set these dishes in the sink while you head back to the bedroom and take this shirt off. I’ve decided the visual of you kneeling at my feet is appealing. I’d like to watch you wrap your mouth around my cock while you do it though.”
She licked her lips. The idea appealed to her a lot. After all, he’d had his mouth on her pussy several times. So far, she hadn’t returned the favor. She had a few hours left before she needed to get back to her apartment and get ready for work. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her time than another round in his bedroom.
Chapter 11
It was Wednesday morning before Libby got a text from Jason. Granted, she’d told him she had to work nearly nonstop until then, but she’d found herself checking her phone every chance she got for those two days. Except for the single rose she’s received on Monday morning, she’d had no contact with him. It was sweet of him to think of her though. It brightened her day.
Meanwhile, her mother had called four times and left messages to ask how her date with Eddie had gone and when she was planning to see him again. Libby’s saving grace was the fact that she could let her mother’s calls go to voicemail pretty often and then blame her inattentiveness on her flight schedule.
Libby was still in bed, but she snatched up her phone from the nightstand the moment the text came through.
Hey, baby girl. I assume you made it home okay last night. I was thinking about you.
She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to know how anxious she’d been to hear from him.
I did. Thank you for asking. I got home after midnight. I’m still lying in bed.
I like the visual. Can I interest you in a real date tonight? One that involves dinner at a restaurant?
She smiled broadly as she texted him back.
Sounds great.
Good. Text me your address. I’ll pick you up at seven. No panties.
She nearly dropped the phone on her chest when she read those last two words. Her body responded too, shooting from zero to ten on the arousal scale in seconds.
Libby had never considered herself a sex fiend. Not until she’d met Jason anyway. Starting six months ago, she’d found herself masturbating with far more frequency. It became second nature for her to close her eyes and slide into an imaginary world where Jason hovered over her, dominating her so deliciously that she’d been able to come within minutes every time.
Since their date Saturday night that led into half of Sunday, she’d had even more material to work with.
Now, she dropped the phone at her side and wiggled out of her panties. What better way to start the day than to obey his command immediately while also taking care of her pulsing desire?
Seconds after swirling her fingers around her clit, her phone pinged again. She considered ignoring it
