hell on a man’s ego.
He wished she would put him out of his misery and just go out with him. He knew there wasn't a special guy in her life. He had made it a point to find out soon after he had met her.
Jake could rarely let a day go by without stopping at her shop. He was addicted to her smile and he hated the weekends. It meant two days without seeing her beautiful, smiling face.
He had a severe case of lust and a whole lot of adoration for a woman that would hardly acknowledge his advances. Under her sometimes defensive exterior was a woman with a heart of gold and he wished he could figure out what held her back and made her defensive. Did she really think he was joking when he asked her out or was it her polite way of telling him she wasn’t interested? Hell...he had never been more serious. He'd love to show her exactly how earnest he was….if only she'd just give him a shot.
He left her shop every day with a hard cock and a determination to get over her. By the next day…he was back, eating more sweets than he should and wanting her more than he had the day before.
He had actually had to add another mile to his daily run to burn the calories he ingested every day at her store. Jake grinned at himself in the mirror, knowing it was worth the extra pain. He had a taste for sweets and hers were the best he had ever had. Now…if she would just let him nibble on her. He'd gladly give up her truffles for a taste of her bare skin. He wanted to uncover and taste every bare inch of her body.
His cock was standing at attention from visualizing that scenario and he grimaced. He knew taking care of his own needs made a poor substitute for Maggie. He had tried it.
Every day.
But he still burned for Maggie.
It was way past time he settled this once and for all. He was going to give it his best shot tonight when he saw her. He thought he had earned her trust...but he wasn't quite sure. They had been doing a dance around the issue of dating for almost a year. He needed to know if he had any chance at all. No jokes. No excuses.
Jake swept up his keys and headed for the door, hoping the evening turned out the way he wanted it to. He didn't want to think about any other outcome.
*****
Maggie yanked on the underskirt of the black formal that Lisa had purchased wanting to murder her friend. The dress probably would have looked great...on a size eight woman. Maggie felt like a stuffed sausage. The dress was her size, but definitely not her style. The underdress was form fitted and hugged her body to just above the knee. The overlay was a transparent black that did nothing to hide the body that was underneath the clinging, body hugging dress. What she was wearing next to her skin nearly made her blush. The barely-there panties and bra were black silk and lace and the sheer stockings were trimmed with lace and light black to contrast with her outfit.
And then there were the damned shoes. Maggie wasn't used to three inch heels. What if the guy was short? She would tower over him like a giant.
Maggie sighed. What choice did she have? It wasn't as if she had another dress to wear in her closet. She pulled up the spaghetti straps on the gown as she locked her car. The cleavage was low and she found herself constantly trying to tug it up. She hated leaving her rounded arms bare so she had added a light black shawl to the ensemble.
Maggie had tried to sweep her hair up in a sophisticated style, letting the tendrils curl around her face. Her mother's black and white cameo necklace and matching earrings had come out of their dusty box for the occasion.
Her keys were dropped into the little black bag she was carrying as she proceeded cautiously in her don’t-break-your-ankle heels toward the hotel entrance where the ball was being held.
Shit. She had never felt so self conscious in her life and she knew it showed. Her face was burning and she knew
He wished she would put him out of his misery and just go out with him. He knew there wasn't a special guy in her life. He had made it a point to find out soon after he had met her.
Jake could rarely let a day go by without stopping at her shop. He was addicted to her smile and he hated the weekends. It meant two days without seeing her beautiful, smiling face.
He had a severe case of lust and a whole lot of adoration for a woman that would hardly acknowledge his advances. Under her sometimes defensive exterior was a woman with a heart of gold and he wished he could figure out what held her back and made her defensive. Did she really think he was joking when he asked her out or was it her polite way of telling him she wasn’t interested? Hell...he had never been more serious. He'd love to show her exactly how earnest he was….if only she'd just give him a shot.
He left her shop every day with a hard cock and a determination to get over her. By the next day…he was back, eating more sweets than he should and wanting her more than he had the day before.
He had actually had to add another mile to his daily run to burn the calories he ingested every day at her store. Jake grinned at himself in the mirror, knowing it was worth the extra pain. He had a taste for sweets and hers were the best he had ever had. Now…if she would just let him nibble on her. He'd gladly give up her truffles for a taste of her bare skin. He wanted to uncover and taste every bare inch of her body.
His cock was standing at attention from visualizing that scenario and he grimaced. He knew taking care of his own needs made a poor substitute for Maggie. He had tried it.
Every day.
But he still burned for Maggie.
It was way past time he settled this once and for all. He was going to give it his best shot tonight when he saw her. He thought he had earned her trust...but he wasn't quite sure. They had been doing a dance around the issue of dating for almost a year. He needed to know if he had any chance at all. No jokes. No excuses.
Jake swept up his keys and headed for the door, hoping the evening turned out the way he wanted it to. He didn't want to think about any other outcome.
*****
Maggie yanked on the underskirt of the black formal that Lisa had purchased wanting to murder her friend. The dress probably would have looked great...on a size eight woman. Maggie felt like a stuffed sausage. The dress was her size, but definitely not her style. The underdress was form fitted and hugged her body to just above the knee. The overlay was a transparent black that did nothing to hide the body that was underneath the clinging, body hugging dress. What she was wearing next to her skin nearly made her blush. The barely-there panties and bra were black silk and lace and the sheer stockings were trimmed with lace and light black to contrast with her outfit.
And then there were the damned shoes. Maggie wasn't used to three inch heels. What if the guy was short? She would tower over him like a giant.
Maggie sighed. What choice did she have? It wasn't as if she had another dress to wear in her closet. She pulled up the spaghetti straps on the gown as she locked her car. The cleavage was low and she found herself constantly trying to tug it up. She hated leaving her rounded arms bare so she had added a light black shawl to the ensemble.
Maggie had tried to sweep her hair up in a sophisticated style, letting the tendrils curl around her face. Her mother's black and white cameo necklace and matching earrings had come out of their dusty box for the occasion.
Her keys were dropped into the little black bag she was carrying as she proceeded cautiously in her don’t-break-your-ankle heels toward the hotel entrance where the ball was being held.
Shit. She had never felt so self conscious in her life and she knew it showed. Her face was burning and she knew
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