I laugh. "I still haven't sent you the box of chocolates for last week."
"Chocolate doesn't have an expiration date, and I'm always accepting. So no worries." She tugs me down off the pedestal. "Now get going or you're going to be late and I'm not going to have all my amazing work ruined by a late entrance."
I roll my eyes. "Fine. I love you."
"Love you too, bitch! Go get some ass." She waves as she heads back to her department. I know she still has some clients to see today, so I'm grateful that she had time to work with me.
There's no way I'm getting on the subway and potentially ruining all of their hard work, so I catch a cab back to my apartment. I'm just on time to get back upstairs and pretend that all this magic was made by myself, though I'll gladly spread the gospel of Lorraine if given a chance.
I'm too nervous and excited to sit down or relax, so I make myself a cup of tea in the kitchen, slipping off the heels until I absolutely need them.
It's not long. Adam is punctual, and he rings the doorbell a couple minutes before he was supposed to arrive. I buzz him up, but this time I don't open the door and wait. Lorraine put in the work, and I'm going to give it the grand reveal that it deserves.
I stay in the kitchen until he knocks, and then I answer the door. The way his face goes slack and his eyes go dark as they take me in is totally, totally worth it. "Ollie," he says, and everything on his face says that he's awed and impressed.
I've never seen anyone look at me that way before. I like it.
"Hi."
"You look amazing."
"Thank you."
I step aside and he comes in, never taking his eyes off me. Maren was right. And now I get the chance to look at him. He looks predictably amazing in a suit that was clearly tailored for him. It has a soft sheen to it that makes it almost shimmer in the light, and he looks like he stepped out of a magazine ad. Then again, thanks to Maren and Lorraine, so do I. We make quite the pair tonight.
"Am I allowed to kiss you in that make-up?"
"You're allowed to kiss me anytime," I say, "Make-up be damned."
"Good," he says, pulling me in for a kiss that makes my knees go weak. "I missed you."
It doesn't feel like we've been apart long enough to be missed, but I know what he's saying. This feels good, being together. "Yeah," I say. "Me too." I grab my little purse off the kitchen counter. "Should we go?"
Adam smiles. "We have a little time, and I need to take care of something first."
"What?"
"Something I owe you."
I don't understand, and then I do, because Adam is kneeling in front of me, gathering my skirts and pushing them aside so his head is between my legs. I'm wearing a lacy thong that Lorraine gave me for under the dress, and Adam's tongue run across the tiny patch of fabric. "Adam," I gasp. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't say anything, but pushes the thong aside and seals his mouth over my clit, sucking it deep and hard, and I have to brace myself against the wall, just like he did in the hospital. Oh god, of course.
Adam's mouth is hard and insistent, stroking me with his tongue in long steady strokes that are bringing me higher, arousing me faster than anything I thought possible. Just when I think I'm about to break, he changes his pattern, moving down and sliding inside me, stroking again and again and then back up to swirl and suck and graze his teeth against me.
I'm balanced on my heels and against the wall and I don't know how he's so fucking good at this. Little strokes now, faster and faster and focused on my clit. There's pressure building and I'm resisting the urge to hike up my dress and grab his head and push him closer. Adam sucks one more time, and I tip over the edge, a swirling storm of pleasure spiraling up and out from my clit, and my legs nearly give out. I can't breathe or see, just feel his tongue on me, continuing this pleasure. It blows through me and leaves me new and fresh and finished.
"God," I say, sinking further against the wall.
One final, long lick across my pussy and Adam replaces my thong and then he's out from under my dress, smirking at me.
"I did tell you that I owed you orgasms."
"I know," I say. "I just...wasn't expecting that."
He braces his arms on either side of me, pressing close. "I don't think pleasure is a thing that should happen only when you expect it," he says. "And I plan on trying to give you as much unexpected pleasure as I can."
"Okay." I can't pretend that I'm mad about that.
"Now," he says, "We can go."
19
Adam
Del Posto isn’t a place that I’ve been a whole lot, but it’s owned by some family friends so I know I can get a reservation when I need one. I hold Ollie’s hand in the cab ride to the restaurant, and it feels so natural that I don’t want to let go. She looks fucking fantastic, even better when she had the flush of the orgasm that I gave her.
I’m tempted to ravish her in the back of the cab, but despite our little sexual encounter in her foyer, tonight isn’t about that. I want to talk to her. Listen to her. I want to know her for who she is now and not for who I remember her in high school. I want to show her that it’s not just sex that I want. I want so much more than that.
We’re lucky that the weather is pretty perfect today. T the sun is beginning to set when we pull up to the front of the restaurant, which is perfect because I know exactly where we’re sitting. The view is going to be gorgeous.
I help her out of the cab, and I love just watching her. Ollie has such pure reactions to things. I feel like I’m reading a book whenever I look at her face, and I just want to keep reading. She’s looking at the restaurant with a mix of awe and excitement, and if she’s this psyched about the outside, she’s going to lose her mind when she actually tastes the food.
“I still can’t believe we’re going here.”
“The owner is a family friend,” I say.
She shakes her head in disbelief. “Good friends to have.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” I take her hand again, and we enter the restaurant. “Carlisle,” I say to the hostess, and we don’t have to wait at all. We’re led back to one of their more private tables on a balcony that overlooks the Hudson River, and the breeze off the water is the perfect antidote to the remaining afternoon heat. I pull out Ollie’s chair and she sits, her dress puffing out beneath her.
I have an image in my head of us sinking into bed together, and fucking her while surrounded by all those layers of skirt. I wonder if I can make that happen later tonight.
Sitting across from her, the light is streaming from behind her and it’s such a perfect picture that I pull out my phone. “I need a picture of this,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because the lighting is perfect, and I need a picture of you for my long and lonely nights at the hospital.”
Ollie blushes, and I snap the picture right as she looks away toward the river. It’s perfect. Gorgeous. A person is suddenly by our table, and I look up. “Anton,” I say, “hello.” I stand and hug him. “I didn’t know you would be here tonight.”