The Last Guy

“Damn!” I exclaim, entering her apartment a few minutes later and taking in the magnificence of the flat screen television as if it’s a sacred relic. “It’s huge . . .”

“That’s what she said,” Stone says with a giggle.

“Is that eighty inches?” I touch it reverently.

“According to the box.”

“I thought only guys bought shit like this. You just moved up on the cool scale.”

“Biologically, Chas does have a penis,” she reasons. “But I also work in the medium.”

“And look good doing it.”

She winces. “Except for today when my oily face and laugh lines were in high-def for everyone to see.”

She mentions the coffee again and tells me to get comfortable in the den, but I follow her instead. Part of it is because I like watching her ass swing in that short-as-fuck dress, but the other is I don’t want her to feel shitty about today.

“It wasn’t that bad.” My voice is gentle.

She pauses as she puts a mug in its place and drops a pod in the coffee maker. “It was pretty awful.”

I tug on her shoulder, turning her around until we’re face to face. “You’re gorgeous, Stone.”

“You need to run to the optometrist because you need glasses.”

I smirk. “Can you imagine me with glasses and my beard? The ladies would go nuts.”

She scoffs and pops me on the arm. “You’re so full of yourself.”

I may be cocky, but really I just want to make her laugh. “Admit it. I look good on camera.”

She rolls her eyes. “Never.”

I take her hand in mine and lead her back to the den. I don’t know what I’m doing—oh hell, I totally do. I’m going to fuck Stone and fuck her good.

We get comfortable on a loveseat in the den. “What made you want to be a reporter in the first place?” I ask as my arm slides around her shoulders and my fingers find the nape of her neck and rub.

She sighs and closes her eyes as I massage her with deeper strokes.

I imagine my hands in other places.

“My first producer said I had a nose for news.”

I touch the tip of her nose lightly. “It’s cute. I love the freckles.”

“Oh,” her eyes drop.

We’re quiet a moment. The crash of the ice machine refilling in the kitchen breaks the silence, and I shift in my seat to ease the ache in my cock.

There’s still time to leave, the voice of reason says. Get out now.

“What made you want to be a reporter?” Her chin lifts, and I’m pretty sure our faces are closer now than they were a minute ago.

“It wasn’t part of the plan—that was to be a superstar quarterback—but I knew someday it might end, and if it did, I wanted to be in front of the camera at least talking about football. In prep school, I was the debate club president. Hard to believe, huh?”

She nods, her face drifting closer to mine. “Why law school?”

“Basically, I love rules—and I needed something hard to keep me occupied after football.”

My hand lowers until it’s resting on her back. I let my fingers trace her spine as I study her face, taking in the classic straight nose, the arching brows that are a shade darker than her hair.

I want to kiss her.

“I remember the day you arrived at the station in your suit. Your toned ass was absolute perfection. I didn’t think you’d last a week.”

“You think my ass is perfect?”

She covers her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that.”

I chuckle, pleased. “I remember the first time I saw you, too. Your shoes were off and your shirt untucked.” My eyes roam over her hair. “You had your hair twisted up with a pencil at the back of your head. You looked exactly like I thought a news reporter should . . . hard working and caring less about appearances and more about the story.”

Her bottom jaw drops. “I really made an impression on you?”

“Mhmm . . .” My fingers make small circles around the top of her shoulder. I slide them underneath the strap of her dress, pushing until it falls down. Her creamy skin is exposed. “You seemed so smart . . .”

“Nerdy?” Her chest is rising rapidly.

“No.” My fingertip rises to trace the line of her jaw, and she shivers.

“I thought you were way out of my league.”

She blinks. “I think you underestimate yourself.”

“Do I?” I lean forward until our lips are a breath apart.

Rebecca

I HAD BEEN focused on Cade’s perfect mouth up until this point, but when my eyes flicker up to meet his, a charge of electricity races from my chest all the way to my core. In the space of a breath we’re together.

His mouth covers mine, and both hands are in my hair, holding my face. A little moan escapes my throat, and I push into him, kissing him back. I grasp his broad shoulders and climb onto his lap in a straddle, the hem of my mini-dress rising up my thighs.

The beading scratches my skin, but Cade’s warm palms smooth the irritation as they venture higher. I’m kissing and lightly biting his luscious lips when his thumb traces a line down the center of my crotch. Electricity races through my pelvis, and I rise up with a moan.

“Oh, God!” I gasp, holding his cheeks.

He quickly jerks my thong aside, and it rips, falling away. Long fingers stroke my slit moving up and down, causing my legs to shudder. I lift my chin to exhale another noise and his mouth covers my throat. He’s sucking and biting when one long finger dips inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin.

I quickly reach behind my neck and unfasten the button on my top. It falls away, revealing a pink lace demi-bra. Cade shoves the thin cup down with his mouth and gives my nipple a hard pull.

I gasp. I’m going to orgasm right on his lap at this rate.

Another long finger plunges into me, and he’s massaging my clit, priming my core. His mouth comes off my breast as his other hand snakes to the back of my neck. With a pull, my face is back to his, and he kisses me, tugging my lips with his, giving me nips with his teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” he groans. “I want to sink my cock into your clenching pussy and have your cream all over my balls.”

Oh shit! A shiver crosses my shoulders with the light touch of his hand. “What a dirty mouth you have, Mr. Hill.” I drag my tongue along his bottom lip.

“You with me?” His skilled hand moves to my ass, holding me flush against his torso as he stands.

My legs go around him, and I’m holding his neck, kissing along the line of his scruffy jaw to his ear. “I want to ride you hard then come all over your dick.”

“Mm, that’s my girl.”

A little thrill flashes through me. I’ve never been good at dirty talking, but for some reason, it comes naturally with him.

“Next door,” I say, just before I kiss the shell of his ear. “That’s right. This is mine.”

He kicks the door shut and without even turning on the light, he tosses me on my back on the bed. I prop up on my elbows. My dress is up around my waist, my bra is wet from Cade’s mouth, and my nipples are pointing right at him.

“Damn,” he rasps, and I watch, mesmerized as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a sexy mess.

The light of the full moon blasting through my window covers him in a silvery glow. My stomach clenches when I see the lines of his muscles deepened by the shadowy light. My God, he’s gorgeous. He looks otherworldly.