“You couldn’t finish your sentence, Shelby.”
“I don’t know if I want to,” I said, looking at him. I placed my hands on his chest and waited to see what he was going to do.
“Shelby, we can’t do this.”
“What do you mean? Can’t do what?”
“You are my best friend’s daughter.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And until the other day, I didn’t even look at you as a woman.”
I pouted. “Well, that’s really nice to hear.”
“Yeah. And I’d prefer not to think of you as a woman anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to find it mighty hard to be around you.”
“Hard, huh?” I winked at him and he just shook his head.
“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?”
“Not really,” I said, wondering if I could slip my hand down to his crotch. I let my hand slip lower, and he grabbed it before it could get to his cock. “A tease wouldn’t follow through.”
“No, Shelby.”
“What?” I said. “You were the one that let me feel how hard you were previously. I’m just trying to see if you’re still hard.”
“I think you need to put your coat back on.”
“But why?”
“Shelby, really?”
“What?”
“You’re trying to seduce me. And as much as I would like to take you right here and right now, I cannot. You’re a beautiful woman and I find you incredibly sexy, but—”
“But I get it. You’re my dad’s best friend. Blahdy, blahdy, blah.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. There are plenty of guys at the frat party who want to be with me, so I don’t really need you. And actually, I don’t need them either.” I slipped my fingers down the front of my panties and watched as Sam stood still, his eyes widening.
“What are you doing?” he said, his gaze following my hand. I started rubbing my clit and closed my eyes.
“Just touching myself, turning myself on even more. I’m so wet,” I said as I rubbed my clit a couple more times and then pulled my fingers out. I placed them in front of his face and waggled them. “Can you smell me from here?” I said. He growled and took a step back. “What, are you scared to even smell me, Sam?”
Without warning, he grabbed my hand, stuck my fingers into his mouth and sucked them.
My entire body shook at the feel of his lips and tongue on my wet fingers. He sucked them dry and then pulled them out of his mouth. He smirked at me.
“You think you’re the only one that can play that game, Shelby?” he said, his voice low and almost menacing. He ran his hand down my stomach, over the front of my panties, and between my legs. I felt them rubbing against my wetness. I knew he could feel my clit throbbing, wanting him to slip his fingers inside. “There are so many things I could do to you, Shelby, so many ways I could turn you on. I could have you screaming my name for hours and hours and hours.”
I stared at him, my body trembling. “Then do it,” I said, softly.
He moved closer and bent his head to press his lips against my neck. I wrapped my arms around his head, and he kissed lower, over my collarbone and down my chest until I felt his lips over the silk and lace of my negligee and he was sucking on my nipple.
I cried out loud as his fingers slipped into my panties and his thumb rubbed against my clit. His teeth bit down on my nipple, and I felt like I was about to orgasm already.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. And then as if I had broken the spell, his lips moved away from my nipple and his fingers slipped out of my panties and he took a step back.
“You’re not ready for me, Shelby.”
“I am,” I said.
“No,” he said. “I’m sorry. As much as I want to, it’s just not a good idea. You should leave now.”
“But—” I said, wanting more than anything to just rip my clothes off and let him take me. But he had already turned away and walked towards his bedroom.
“I have to change and get ready for tonight. You can see yourself out.” He walked into his bedroom and closed the door.
I stood there, more frustrated and furious and turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I realized he wasn’t going to come out, and I didn’t want to act like a complete desperado, so I put my trench coat on, chugged the rest of my beer, and left the penthouse.
But now that I’d had a quick taste of how sensual and sexual Sam could be, I wanted him more than ever.
I left his penthouse and the building and made my way to my car. He knew what I wanted now, and he wasn’t going to give it to me, at least not that easily. I knew my father’s friendship meant a lot to him, but I had hoped that my sexiness would allow him to put that to the side. He was a good friend… but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
I would have Sam one way or another. I just had to think of a way to make it so he couldn’t say no. And already, an idea was forming in my mind.
I was going to seduce Sam, and I was going to let him fuck me over that couch and on his bed and on the kitchen countertop. I was going to fuck him on every surface of his apartment. He just didn’t know it yet.
I smiled to myself as I drove off on my way home. There was no party, but what I had to look forward to with Sam was even better.
Chapter Eight
As I drove back home, some of the excitement started to fade. I was feeling. I started to feel a little dejected and rejected, and on top of that, I was really horny. I decided I wasn’t ready to go home.
Even though I was making plans and other ways to seduce him, I wasn’t sure how successful they would be. It seemed to me that while Sam found me attractive, his friendship with my father was going to stop him from allowing himself to have fun with me.
When my phone rang and I saw that it was Natalie, I was glad for the distraction. I hadn’t spoken to Natalie in a long time, but she was always down for a good time.
“Hey, bitch. What’s up?” I said via my Bluetooth.
“Not much. What are you doing?”
“Just driving around. I was meant to go to a sexy party tonight, but it got canceled,” I said, lying so I didn’t sound like a loser who had nothing else going on in her life.
“Oh, that sucks. You want to hang out with me and Amelia?”
“What are you guys doing?”
“We’re going to go over to Amarillo Road.”
“What’s going on there?”
“You ever met Amelia’s friend Henry?”
“Nope.”
“Well, he’s having a party tonight.”
“Is he a frat guy?”
“No, he’s slightly older.”
“Oh, like how much older?”
“They’re all in their late twenties, I guess. Work at some law firm or something.”
“Okay. What’s the dress code?”
“Funny you ask, because they said…”
“They said what?” I asked her as she paused.
“They said to come as sexy as you want.”
“Okay. Well, I’m pretty sexy right now, but maybe I’m a little risqué.”