Never Kiss a Stranger by Winter Renshaw Read Free Book Online

cherry lips. The scent of her rose perfume. The way her alabaster skin felt under my palms.
    I sat in my office chair Monday morning, my body aching with a restlessness that stemmed from the fact that my thoughts didn’t make sense. I picked up my phone and called her.
    “You’re not supposed to call me when I’m working,” she answered. “Did I leave something at the hotel?”
    “Meet me again,” I said. “Lunch. I can get another hotel room.”
    “Can’t. I’m meeting my sister for lunch.”
    “Cancel.”
    “She’d kill me. I never cancel on her.”
    “Tonight,” I said. “After work.”
    “Why are you doing this?” she asked with a hint of amusement in her tone. “You’re not supposed to do this. We talked about this, remember? Once a week. One hour.”
    “I may have agreed to those terms and conditions, but my cock didn’t sign off on it,” I argued. “And I don’t know if that exquisite pussy of yours did, either.”
    “Wilder,” she shushed me. “I’m. At. Work.”
    “So tonight, then?”
    “I have a to-do list a mile long,” she countered. “I don’t have time to run up to Midtown and—”
    “Then I’ll come to you.”
    “Maybe I don’t want you knowing where I live.”
    “Then you come to me.”
    “You’re not giving up, are you?”
    “Never.”
    “I really do have things to do tonight.” Her voice trailed as her defense faded. I could only hope she was thinking about my cock and the things it could do. “You can come over. One hour. Eight o’clock. You have to be gone by nine.”
    She rattled off her address and hung up.
    Funny. We both lived in SoHo all this time.
    * * *
    That night, I knocked on a pristine, white door with APT 3B in gold lettering above the peephole.
    “You’re early,” she said as soon as she answered.
    I glanced at my watch. “Maybe ten minutes.”
    She stood between the door and the frame, looking me up and down. I got the feeling she didn’t have a lot of people over. Shit. She probably didn’t let a lot of people into her world.
    “If I let you in,” she said, her blue eyes softening with a thin veil of vulnerability, “just please don’t break anything, okay?”
    I got the feeling she wasn’t talking about things . Not entirely, anyway. I stepped past her.
    “Is this Heaven?” Everything was white or cream or some variation thereof. I was quite certain I was standing in the middle of the most immaculately unspoiled apartment in all of lower Manhattan.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Does anyone even live here?” There wasn’t a speck of dust to be found. I slipped my shoes off. “This looks like a model unit. You can’t possibly live here.”
    “It’s not a model.” She rolled her eyes and took my jacket, hanging it in a closet filled with a vast array of coats and jackets in shades of creams, grays, and blacks. “I live here.”
    I’d been too distracted to notice she’d been standing there in a peach silk robe the entire time, her hair piled high on top of her head. Full face of makeup, though. Of course. She couldn’t let her guard down to save her life.
    She shot me a sexy side smirk as I came into her space, tugging on the sash around her waist until her robe fell open.
    “Oh, God,” I moaned, biting my lip. Nothing underneath. “I love a girl who shows up ready to go.”
    I scooped her up, grabbing her lush ass as she wrapped her thighs around my hips.
    She pointed. “Down the hall.” I buried my head in the inviting space of her soft cleavage as I followed her directions.
    “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” I whispered as I laid her down softly on the bed. Her knees clenched together, though she probably didn’t realize she was doing it. I placed a hand on her left knee, then slid down between her thighs and parted her until she was in full bloom. As I lowered myself to taste her arousal she melted herself into the thick blankets, giving herself to me once more.
    * * *
    A couple hours