Strangers on a Train I by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online

arousing me further. I clenched my fists and moaned inwardly. Oh, God. What this man could do me!
    Pulling up my dress a high as it would go, he let his tongue take over. It figure skated across the surface of my folds, performing all kinds of tricks, from spins to figure eights. My patch of ice was melting, turning into one steaming hot wet river. His ever-so fit tongue stroked furiously. The pressure between my legs mounted—I wanted to scream! I bit down on my lips— Oh, please let me come! —and finally an explosion gave me the relief I’d been craving.
    Shudders spread through me. My heart was beating madly. And then I jolted again. He pressed the cold spoon back onto my hot pulsing sex, gliding it up and down along the folds. The shock of the cold sensation intensified the fire between my legs. Oh! Oh! Oh!
    He re-emerged from under the table, with the spoon dangling from his luscious mouth. Slowly, he removed it, sucking on it as if he were savoring the last bit of sweet creamy frosting. He languidly rolled his tongue over his moist upper lip and murmured, “Saarah, I hope you enjoyed dessert as much as I did.”
    “It was amazing,” I gasped, still vibrating below.
    His lips curved into a dimpled, satisfied smile.
    I stared at his beautiful face, realizing that I still knew so little about this man who had robbed me of my virginity and made me explode with ecstasy now more than once.
    “What do you do?” I asked, finding the courage to interrogate him.
    “I’m a businessman.”
    “So, you were on a business trip to Philadelphia today?”
    “No, my company is based there. I commute back and forth every day.”
    That was a big distance to travel twice a day, but obviously his employer made the trip worthwhile.
    “And what do you do?” he asked, his voice flirtatious.
    “I work for—”
    Before I could finish my sentence, Trainman leaped up from his seat.
    My eyes followed him as his long legs strode to the front of the restaurant. And then my heart leapt into my throat.
    The gorgeous redhead! And she was in Trainman’s arms.
    My emotions skipped over jealousy and sprinted straight to rage. How could he do this to me? And so shamelessly right in front of me?
    Without putting on my other Jimmy, I jumped up from the table and hobbled over to them. If people were staring at me, I was oblivious. The redhead regarded me suspiciously. As if I were in a league below her and didn’t belong here.
    His face, however, brightened. “Saarah—”
    “Don’t ‘Saarah’ me.” In a single smooth move, I yanked off my other Jimmy and flung it at him. “You can keep your damn shoes,” I shouted. I stormed out the front door, pretty sure I would not be returning to The Palm any time soon. Make that ever.
    With tears pouring down my face, I headed west on Forty-Fifth Street. I hadn’t brought along my messenger bag with my wallet, so I was going to have to walk home barefoot. Fortunately, the night was still warm.
    Tears kept coming. Past Third. Past Lexington. Past Park. Happy, laughing young couples, taking advantage of the fine weather, passed me by, but they were just a blur.
    I wanted to get him out of my mind. Erase him forever. But I couldn’t. The intense throbbing just would not go away. I hated him. I hated her. And hated myself most of all. How could I be so stupid to fall for this callous man? To give him my body, pure and unadulterated? To trust him? My mother had always told me to wait for someone who really loved you. She made the mistake of not—and had to raise me as a single parent. I should have listened to her words of wisdom. And right now, there was nothing more that I wanted than to talk to my mother. To tell her everything. To hear her consoling words. And feel her loving embrace.
    When I got home, I was going to take a scissors to his little black dress and shred it to pieces. I was going to go back to who I really was. Sarah plain and tall.

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    A LOUD KNOCKING AT MY DOOR woke me in the