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  “Well from over here it sure as hell looks like you do.” He puts his head down and looks at me from the corner of his eye. A seductive grin flashes across his face. “Tell me, Lexi. Where do you like to be kissed?”

  “Excuse me. That’s none of your damn business,” I say as I place my hand on my hip and blow stray hair out of my face.

  He nods, and the smug look he gives just proves that he thinks he’s right about this stick business.

  “My neck,” I blurt out.

  He smiles and jerks his head up. I shocked myself by proving a point. That point being there was no such stick.

  “Now we are getting somewhere. So…my house at 7:00 p.m.?” He hops on his bike, grins and begins to rev up the engine.

  “Your house? I didn’t agree to a date,” I yell over the noise, and shake my head. Arrogant prick.

  “You didn’t need to, sweetheart. No woman tells a man where she wants to be kissed unless she wants him to do it.” He puts his helmet on and winks at me.

  “I don’t like you, Raven Black. You’re cocky, conceited and need a reality check.”

  “I’ll see you tonight at seven.” He closes the helmet’s visor and drives off like nothing happened.

  After he leaves I return back to my desk and within a few hours all my work is finished. You would be surprised how fast you can complete projects when you are livid. I decide to take off early for the day since creepy ass Mark offered it up to me.

  As soon as I get home I pull out the number that Mr. Quarterback threw in my purse. I can’t decide whether to throw it away or call him and give him a piece of my mind. Who the fuck does he think he is?

  That’s it, I think to myself as I dial the numbers. I am calling this tool and laying in to him.

  “Hello,” his sultry voice answers. Shit.

  “Mr. Raven Black. I don’t know who you think you are, and where you get off telling me the things you think are appropriate because they are not. I will have you know that I am plenty of fun. Thank you.”

  I expect a witty comeback from him, but instead all I hear is silence. Damn it. I fidget with my nails as I wait and wait and wait.

  “Hello?” For a moment I thought he may have hung up on me.

  “Forty two forty two willow lane, and don’t wear that work outfit you had on today. It screams frigid.” He hangs up on me before I have the chance to respond.

  That asshole. I stare down at the phone. Frigid? I have never in my life been called that. I run to my closet. I’ll show him. First I have a stick up my ass, and now I look frigid. Fuck him. I throw on the tightest dress I own. I basically have to paint that shit on. It’s a black little number that deserves to be matched up with some black stilettos. The kind of heels that scream sexy bitch. I sit down in front of the mirror to finish getting ready.

  “What the hell am I doing? This is stupid,” I say out loud. I toss the brush down at my vanity table. Not but two seconds later my cell phone text alert goes off.

  “Don’t be late, sexy Lexi. I hope you like chicken.” -Raven

  I stare at the message in anger with my brows scrunched together. I hate this man with a passion. I hate him so much I feel the need to dress up like this to prove him wrong. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Ugh! Who the fuck doesn’t like chicken,” I mumble.

  I arrive at seven sharp to what looks like a mansion and ring the bell. Really. The place is obnoxious.

  He opens the door and licks his lips. “Wow.” He smiles for a second and then rubs his chin. “There actually is a hot little body under that grandma suit you had on earlier.”

  I open my mouth. Did he just insult my clothes? The nerve of this guy. I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm.

  “I’m just playing with you. Come in.” He opens the door wider and waves his hand.

  I walk past him and glance around the room, floor, space or whatever the hell it’s called. The inside is more obnoxious than the outside.

  The shit money can buy I swear.

  He closes the door and comes up from behind me.

  “You hungry?” he asks.

  “I didn’t come over here to eat, and I didn’t come over here for a date.”

  “Well then. What did Miss Lexi come here for?” He crosses his arms and waits.

  “To prove you wrong. I am not the frigid girl with the stick up my ass that you think I am.”

  “Okay, so prove me wrong.”

  “I’m sorry?” I say. I wasn’t expecting that. I figured I would come over, and show him that I am a sexy vixen and then leave.

  “I said, prove me wrong.”

  “Ugh…I…Um? How?” I stutter. I hadn’t really had a plan.

  “Take off your dress,” he commands and leans against the back of sofa.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I blurt out.

  “You said you didn’t come here to eat. I spent all day making you a delicious meal. So if you have something to prove to me, do it, or there’s the door.” He looks down at the floor.

  I struggle back and forth with my own thoughts. I am now sucking the inside of me cheek in anger. I came here to prove him wrong. So why am I being such a pussy about this? Fuck it. I instantly unzip the back of the dress slowly and the noise makes him look up. I have his full attention and a part of me likes it. I pull down the dress and it drops to the floor. I watch him take me in.

  “Now the panties and bra,” he commands.

  I hesitate for a moment. Point proven already jackass. This was going too far. I could have left already. I could have just thrown that damn number away, but no I didn’t. I was still standing there. It was time to be honest with myself. I don’t hate him. I want him. The way he is looking at me now makes me want to fuck him right there on that couch he is propped up against. I unhook my bra and toss it in his direction. He looks down at it and back up to me. My body temperature drops and my nipples become hard as stone. I push down my panties and bend down to pull them off of my heels. I watch Raven adjust his shirt. I am now completely naked and feeling a bit vulnerable, but I’m here and so I decide to take charge of the situation.

  I walk forward as my heels clack against the floor. “Open your mouth,” I demand. He looks shock but complies. I stuff part of panties into it.

  “Maybe now with my panties in your mouth, you can’t talk as much shit as you normally do.”

  He reaches up and pulls them out, tossing them on the floor. He quickly stands up and grabs me by the waist, startling me. “Tell me you want me to fuck you and how you want me to do it.”

  I suddenly become shy and feel awkward about this. I shake my head and look down.

  He grabs my chin. “Tell me you want this.” He grabs my hand, and puts it against the bulge that is pressing against his jeans. “I want to fuck you, but you have to tell me. Tell me you want it as much as I want to give it to you.” He leans in and rubs his chin against my cheek before pulling back.

  I look up into his green eyes and give in. “I want you, Raven. I want you so deep inside of me I can’t think straight. I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck me breathless.”

  As the words come out of me I can’t even believe I said them. He grabs me roughly and leans down. His lips are on mine as he swirls his tongue all around my mouth. His hands move down from my neck to my breast and I wrap my arms around his neck. He lowers his hand between my legs and begins to rub against me with his palm. The friction is damn near killing me. His mouth finds my neck and his warm tongue feels so good I imagine it between my legs.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in my ear.

  I reach down and unbuckle the top button of his jeans. I shove my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his shaft as he growls into my hair. If we don’t get to business soon I think we’ll both explode right here. He swings me around and bends me over. I can hear him unzipping his pants and tugging at clothing from behind me. I hear what sounds like foil being ripped open so I know he is putting a condom on. He p
uts one hand on my waist before I feel the head of his cock playfully entering first, then ramming into me.

  Placing one hand on my shoulder he goes to work on my body. I can feel his hand move up to my hair. Raven grabs a fist full and pulls it back far enough that when he leans over he can kiss me. He suddenly pulls back.

  “Whose pussy is this?” Raven asks.

  “Yours,” I breathe out.

  “Tell me who you belong to tonight?” he whispers in my ear as he pumps in and out of me.

  “I belong to you,” I respond.

  It was the sexiest shit ever. I had never had dirty talk in the bedroom before. If he keeps this shit up I may come soon.

  “You’re mine tonight. This body is fucking mine,” he says through his teeth as he starts pumping harder.

  I start to feel a build up as he reaches around me and places his fingers on my clit. He is pumping and rubbing, and I swear if he says one more word I will come. Then he leans down into my ear.

  “Tell me you want it harder.”

  “I want it…I want it…” I can’t even breathe. “Fuck me harder,” I yell out.

  I didn’t think he could actually go any harder, but he managed to pick up the pace, and the whole couch slams into the coffee table sending magazines and remote controls flying.

  “Oh my god! Oh my god, Raven,” I cry out. My body trembles and I grip the couch tighter as I come. Moments after, his hands grips my waist tighter and his strokes get longer.

  “Fuck!” he yells as he comes. He hunches over me for a second and I wait until he pulls out to turn around. The man is pouring sweat. He excuses himself and heads to throw away the condom.

  I don’t really know what to do now, so I reach down to pick up my clothes.

  “Stop,” he says as he returns back to the room.

  I freeze and look up.

  “I don’t want this to be weird. I like you, Lexi. Don’t feel like you need to get dressed and run out.”

  “Raven, this was fun, but you don’t know me and I…” I start to say I don’t know him, but I do. At least I used to back in school.

  “You what? Don’t know me? You’re a liar.” He picks his clothes up and holds them in his hands.

  I pick up my clothes and start sliding on my bra and panties. Raven continues to stand there in all his naked glory.

  “What would you know, Raven?” I ask.

  “I know that sweet girl who sat next to me in class who always had her shit together. Good grades, worked every day after school and never dated.”

  “Wait. You actually remember me?” I say trying to paint my dress on again.

  “It didn’t click at first. That night I met you at the bar, when you brushed me off. I couldn’t pin point why you looked so familiar. Thankfully your friend Nikki came back to the bar. I guess she dropped her cell phone when she went chasing after you. I ran into her and started asking her questions about you. That’s when she told me that you mentioned to her that we went to the same school. She then mentions science class and I almost lose my mind. I totally remember you. I thought you were cute, but I was just some dumb jock. A girl like you would never date me, let alone date anybody in the school.”

  “What the fuck, Raven? I stared at you every day wishing you would say something to me. The shit that went through my head.” I walk to the door to leave, but he grabs me and spins me around.

  “What shit?” He arches his eyebrow and backs me up against the wall. The clothes in his hand fall to the floor.

  “You. You’re body. I used to imagine what your tongue might feel like.” I breathe hard as he presses into me.

  “Did it feel how you expected?” he asks with a seductive tone and kisses my neck down to my chest. He lowers himself in front of me and lifts my dress, sliding my panties to the side.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Do you want my tongue inside of you?” he asks.

  I don’t know if it’s his tone, but whenever he says such things, I instantly soak between my legs. “Yes,” I moan out.

  He flicks his tongue against my clit causing me to back up into the wall.

  “You’re going to stay still if you want this. Understand? If you move I stop licking.” He looks at me with stern eyes.

  I nod and stand still.

  He continues by massaging his tongue against me, and my knee gives out. He stops, stare’s up and shakes his head. I straighten my leg for him. It takes everything in me to stay still. I can feel my knee shaking again as he licks me like a fucking ice cream cone. All I want to do is grab the back of his head and shove it closer to me.

  “I can’t. Do. This.” A broken jumble of words came out.

  He lifts my leg over his shoulder and inserts his tongue deep down into me. “Come for me,” he says out of the corner of his mouth.

  I swear if he keeps doing what he is doing, I will.

  “Lexi, come for me, baby. I want to taste you in my mouth,” he whispers against my flesh. His hot breath is the last straw. As he buries his tongue deep inside of me, I grab the back of his head and pull it into me as my body shakes. I’m grinding against his tongue as I explode with pleasure. I look down and he is still licking at me like a hungry animal. I slide down the wall into his arms and he pulls me into his lap.

  “You’re a beast,” I say as I try to catch my breath.

  “You bring it out of me, Lexi.” He runs his fingers through my hair. There is a moment of silence before he speaks again. “I mean what I said. I want to get to know you better. I like you.”

  “You like me because we just fucked,” I respond quickly. I laugh and look up at him.

  He isn’t laughing.

  “No. I really like you. Stay for dinner, please,” Raven pleads.

  Shit. There is that look. Those damn eyes of his. I shouldn’t stay, but I want to. I nod and he smiles. He bends down and kisses me on the forehead.

  “Bathroom is that way if you want to go clean up or do whatever girls do in there.”

  He grabs his clothes off the floor and stands up. I sneak a glance at his bare ass. I shake my head. This boy is going to be the death of me. He definitely is not good for me, but he sure feels good inside me. I spend a few minutes prepping in the bathroom, since my makeup was running, and I now have the freshly fucked hair-do going on. I decide that I need to tell Raven that we should see tonight for what it was, and just part ways.

  When I come out he is moving around the dining room table just wearing his jeans. He smiles when he sees me and I can’t help but smile back. He makes me feel like that little girl back in high school when he looks at me like that.

  “Raven…”

  “Sit. I made you a plate,” he says ignoring the sound in my voice.

  I think he knows what I am about to say. I sit down and look at the meal he has put together. It’s beautiful. Chicken with asparagus and a side of pasta. It’s arranged neatly and I can’t help but be impressed.

  “A football player who cooks. Nice.” I smile.

  “Wine?” He holds up the bottle.

  I nod and watch him pour me a glass. “We need to talk,” I softly say as I look down at my plate.

  “Not the ‘we need to talk’ speech.” He places his hand over his heart.

  “This is all nice, but what happens next. You go back on the road banging football groupies or whatever you call girls that throw themselves at you boys, and I stay here driving myself mad because I haven’t heard from you in a while and imagine the shitty things you are doing out there.”

  “Jesus, Lexi. I am trying to get to know you, not marry you.” Raven sits down.

  “You don’t need to get to know me. You’re hot and single and with your career, you need to stay detached. I’m kind of at a point in my life where if I was to take the time and get to know someone it would be because I was interested in a long term relationship.”

  “So, let’s do it,” he said and stabbed his fork into the chicken.

  “Do what?” I laugh.

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nbsp; “Get to know each other, and see where it goes. I know what you keep thinking. You think after I leave town next week. I am going to fuck everything that walks. Lexi, the media paints me as a partier, and womanizer. I won’t lie and say I didn’t have my fun over the course of my career because I did. I won’t say that pretty girls won’t continue to throw themselves at me because they will. I make a pretty good income and most of those girls are just interested in what’s in my pocket. Do you think they would want me if I worked at a burger joint? I don’t give a shit about those girls. I suddenly meet you and you’re the first person to push me away and honestly it was refreshing. All I am asking for is a little time. Get to know me. Let me get to know you. If all goes well and we hit it off outside the bedroom then maybe we can take things to the next level. If not we part ways like you wish.”

  “You want to take things to the next level…with me?”

  “Don’t go getting ahead of yourself. I am just saying let’s play this out. You obviously like me and by the amount of times you mumbled my name during sex I am pretty sure you had a good time tonight.” He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow like he was expecting an answer. “Lexi?”

  “How about being friends?” I swirl my wine around in my glass and take a sip.

  He throws back his head and laughs.

  “Friends don’t do what we just did.” He leans his weight forward on the table. “Take a leap, Lexi. You have nothing to lose here.”

  “Just my heart,” I mumble.

  He grabs my hand. “Then I will be very careful with your heart, as long as you let me be as rough as I want with the rest of your body.”

  His cell phone rings and he reaches into his pocket and lets out a long sigh. He presses a button and attempts to put it back into his pocket, but it rings again. I look at him, wondering why he won’t answer it. He finally pushes a button and puts it to his ear.

  “Hello,” he answers almost in irritation.

  “No, I can’t I am actually having dinner with my girlfriend. Do me a favor and lose my number.”

  Girlfriend?

  Raven hangs up and puts his phone back into his pants pocket. I sit there and look at him unsure of what to say.