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I’d like to see how amused she’d be with a nine-inch pole in her panties.
Clearing my throat, I try to recover. “Just making sure Mike hasn’t made any messes.” As if sensing I’ve thrown him under the bus, Mike turns his bare ass to me and saunters away.
Giving Bell what I hope is a bored, unaffected look, I gesture to the elevator door. “Shall we?”
Not buying my excuse, or my look, Bell rolls her eyes, walking over to Mike. If the damn cat had hair, he’d be quirking a smug eyebrow at me right now.
“Be a good boy, Mikey,” she coos, bending down to pet him. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t want to leave the apartment, waving her backside at me like that.
Mike purrs loudly, still looking in my direction.
Fucker.
But even with having to adjust myself while my girl pets my pussy, this morning is still tons of awesome. Because Bell is here. I have two whole days with this amazing woman. And though it’s been a fight just to get her to agree to two days, I’m making the most of them.
The day only gets better when, without prompting, Bell slips her hand in mine before stepping into the elevator with me.
“So what’s the plan, Stan?” she asks, leaning against me as I push the button for the lobby.
I cringe, making her laugh. “Oops, sorry.”
“Yeah, how about we not bring my father up for the next two days?”
She squeezes my hand. “He is a bit of a mood killer, isn’t he?”
“You could say that. Stan is like the anti-Viagra.”
She laughs again, her breasts shaking against my arm. I groan.
Looking pointedly at the bulge in my jeans, she says, “Maybe you could use some anti-Viagra.”
The elevator doors ping open, and Bell moves to exit. But I pull her back.
“My dick can’t help it.” I lean her back against the wall, bracketing her with my arms. “There’s just something about you and elevators that makes him rise to the occasion.”
“Rise to the occasion?” Soft laughter tickles my neck. “That’s a horrible line, Mr. Moore.”
Together, as if choreographed, my hands slide down the slick metal elevator wall to her ass as hers rise to cup my jaw while I dip my head toward hers.
“Mr. Moore?”
I pause, my lips barely touching Bell’s, and sigh.
Turning my head to the left, I see Duke, the front desk concierge, holding the elevator door open for us. He’s studiously looking out toward the lobby.
“Hello, Duke.”
“Hello, Mr. Moore,” he says, still looking away. “Lovely weather we’re having today.”
Bell giggles, pats my hard-on like she did Mikey just a minute ago, and grabs one of the hands still squeezing her ass. “Yes, Duke. Lovely weather. Great day for a walk in the city.” She pulls me out of the elevator and into the blinding sun filtering through the lobby windows.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pauses mid-step. “No ma’ams, Duke. Just Bell.”
“Bell?” Duke’s bushy gray eyebrows come together, looking like a large, geriatric caterpillar.
She nods once. “Yes. Bell.” She smiles and sticks her hand out. “Nice to meet you, Duke.”
