Then I had to adjust my pants again.
She took a small sip of her martini. “How was Scotty’s week? Get that math homework done?”
I groaned. “Barely. Homework is always a struggle. But he had a good week too, I think. There was one episode at school where he got frustrated and threw his pencil, but nothing major.”
“Good.”
“The thing is, he notices the difference between himself and the other kids now, academically. He compares himself and sees that he struggles to do basic things they breeze through.”
“Poor thing. Any word on the IEP?”
I clenched my jaw. “No. And I’ve called every day for two weeks. I’m beginning to think I need to just go in there and be an asshole until I get an answer on what’s taking so long.”
She sipped her drink again. “Have they told you what the holdup is?”
“I’ve been told it’s ‘administrative,’ which I think is code for bullshit. And I hate to be a jerk about it, but…” I shrugged. “I have to. I’m the only soldier he’s got. He won’t fight for himself. He just gives up.”
She set down her glass and patted my shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing. At least, I think you are.”
“Thanks. OK, enough about that. Tell me something fun you did this week.”
She tilted her head to one side and chewed her bottom lip as she thought. “Oh! I attended a sign language workshop. We have a few patients and parents at the office who use it, so I decided to learn some basics.”
“Oh yeah? I know a little sign language. It was part of Scotty’s speech therapy when he was younger.” I set my drink down and signed a few words at her, the only ones I could remember, which were basic things like please, more, play, toy, Dad. “Know what I’m saying?”
She looked adorably baffled. “Nope,” she confessed, laughing a little. “I have no idea.”
“Good, because it’s so dirty.”
Squealing, she grabbed my hands and pushed them down between us. “Hush, then. What if someone in here speaks sign language?”
“Then they’d know what I want to do to you right now.”
Her jaw dropped. Our eyes stayed locked. “Like what?” she whispered.
“You sure you want to hear it out loud?”
She took a breath. “Maybe you could whisper it to me.”
I leaned toward her and put my lips to her ear. “I want to set you up on this bar, throw your legs over my shoulders, and bury my tongue in your pussy.”
She gasped and brought a hand to her stomach.
So much for the gentleman.
“Then I want to pull you onto my lap and watch you slide down onto my cock.”
She made a small noise just then, something between a sigh and a squeak.
“I’d like to make you come so hard you forget to breathe. Would you like that?” I brushed my lips against her throat, just beneath her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I said, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and neck. Glancing down, I saw her chest rising and falling fast, her breasts straining against the material of her dress. I saw her hands flexing on her lap. And I saw those pearls at her throat, pictured her wearing them—and only them—while I slid into her.
Oh fuck. My cock is so hard right now.
I sat up straight and looked at her. “I’m just going to be honest, Jillian. I wish I had all night with you, but I don’t. I only have another hour, maybe. I’d be happy to spend it right here talking to you, if that’s what you want, but—”
“I want you.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I want you right now.”
By the time she got to now, I was pulling out my wallet and tossing bills on the bar.
She stood up and threw her jacket over her arm, and I grabbed her hand as we raced through the bar, out the door, and up onto the sidewalk. “I’m parked over there,” she said breathlessly.
“I’m the other way.”
She gave me her address, and I took her head in both hands, kissing her hard before turning around to run down the street. No joke, I ran.
It was possibly the most uncool thing I have ever done in my life, but fuck it, I wanted to do things right this go around and that took time. I had maybe an hour, and I wasn’t about to waste a precious minute of it walking to my car.
That was one more minute I could have making her scream, and I intended to use it.
The way Levi raced down the street reminded me of the way my sisters and I used to tear down the stairs on Christmas morning to see if Santa had come. I couldn’t help giggling as I hurried to my car as quickly as I could without tripping on the sidewalk in my heels. I was just as anxious as he was, but skinned knees were not sexy.
As fast as I flew home, Levi must have driven even faster, because a black Audi SUV was already parked in front of my building when I pulled up, and he jumped out of it a second later. Deciding not to bother with the garage, I parked next to it, and Levi came around to open my car door. As soon as I stood up, he grabbed me, crushing his lips to mine, his hands threading through my hair. Pushing me back against my car, he pressed his lower body into me, and I felt the bulge in his pants through my dress as his tongue stroked inside my mouth, and it made me want to wrap my legs around him.
“Inside,” I whispered. “Or we’re going to give my neighbors a show they weren’t expecting and don’t deserve.”