I typed out a quick response to an email I'd received from Joseph. With it being Friday and most of the writers at Satisfaction calling it a day early, I was usually one of the last people in the office. The majority of my coworkers left shortly after lunch. Mandy didn't even stay as long as I did. I was dedicated to my work, though, and I didn't mind staying late. Although, it wasn't really late, considering work ended at five and it was just after three.

"You're still here?" Nicole asked from my doorway.

Ugh. Her.

I nodded. "I usually stay later than everyone. Why are you here?"

Okay, maybe that sounded a little bitchier than I meant for it to.

"Amanda is looking to promote a writer," she said, calling Mandy by her real name.

If Mandy had been within earshot, she probably would have snapped at her. No one was allowed to call her Amanda.

She continued, "I'm staying late everyday so she'll see that I'm serious about my job and I want the promotion."

"Mandy's not even here to see you stay late," I frowned. "She left two hours ago."

I was annoyed by the idea that she thought she deserved this promotion more than Selena or I did. Or anyone else for that matter. Nicole, though she looked sweet and innocent, was a bitch in disguise. She had been stealing article ideas from Joseph for weeks, but he hadn't told Mandy because he thought Nicole was hot, and that letting her use his ideas would get her in bed with him. I disagreed, but it wasn't up to me. Since they weren't my ideas she was using, it wasn't my place to say anything to Mandy. I hoped Joseph would tell her sooner or later, though.

"And you haven't been here very long," I pointed out, staring a hole through my computer screen.

It didn't seem fair that we'd all been at Satisfaction a lot longer than Nicole, yet she might still get this promotion. The job was a position right under Mandy, writing the Featured Story, which got two full pages in the magazine.

Raquel, our current Featured Story author, was taking a new job with Blush Magazine in Los Angeles, and Mandy needed to fill that spot within the next couple weeks. For the past three years, Raquel had written the literal biggest story in every issue of the magazine. The Featured Story was whatever the most important news of the week or month was, along with whatever additional subject the author wanted to write about, which included everything from political races to the next baby birthed by a Kardashian. If I got that promotion, I could write about anything I wanted. No more How to Please Your Man in Bed or The Top 10 Sexiest Lingerie Trends.

Nicole raised a perfectly drawn on eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips, staring daggers at me. "But I am very competitive."

Yeah, that was definitely true.

I didn't care to start an argument with her, so I didn't respond. I continued looking through my emails.

Not getting the reaction she'd hoped for, Nicole turned on her stiletto heel and dramatically exited my office.

"Isn't she delightful?" Selena rolled her eyes, leaning in the doorway in a shiny silver dress.

Every Friday she liked to dress up to work. She said it helped her confidence level.

I laughed inwardly. "A peach."

"I'm sorry I've been so busy today," she apologized, sitting down across from me. "I'm about to head out, but I wanted to come find out about how your coffee date with that guy went."

My mind wandered back to the image of Jesse sitting at the table with me. His sexy stubble. His wispy midnight-black hair. The outline of his muscles under that thin shirt. His lips that looked oh, so soft. I started to feel that familiar ache between my legs again.

"Great," I grinned, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "He's taking me to dinner at Chardonnay tonight."

Selena's jaw dropped and her hazel eyes bugged out. "What? Chardonnay? Oh, be still my heart!"

I giggled at her reaction, knowing that was basically her dream date night. I was anxious for the day to be over so I could put on a sexy dress and go have a great evening.

"What's his name?" she squealed excitedly.

"Jesse."

"You have to take selfies with him and show me how cute he is!" She bounced in her seat, smiling like crazy, showing off her perfect white teeth.

"He's gorgeous," I said, picturing him in the coffee shop – only I was no longer imagining him clothed. "Beyond gorgeous. He's the hottest man I've ever seen."

She clapped her hands happily. "Are you going to get in his pants tonight?"

"Selena!" I burst into laughter at her audacious question, but she just grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

I couldn't deny I'd been fantasizing about him naked, though. Jesse was so hot, and my hormones were definitely in agreement, but I still didn't know anything about him besides his name. I didn't want to go to bed with just anyone. I wanted to at least get to know him a little bit. But I did want to go to bed with him. Badly.

"I don't know yet," I said, closing my laptop. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

The next few hours dragged on for what was beginning to feel like centuries. After freshening up with a quick shower and a dab of perfume, which I didn't normally wear, but figured I'd make an exception, I picked through my closet until I found the perfect outfit.

As I put on my black mid-thigh length formfitting dress with lace sleeves, I imagined Jesse sliding it off my shoulders and letting it fall in a pile at my feet. Just in case that happened, I had slipped on a lacy bra and matching panties that were sure to make him drool.

The back of my dress exposed my back with the fabric barely hiding the top of my ass. My curled blonde hair fell just passed my shoulders, tickling my skin. I imagined the feeling of Jesse's hand on my bare lower back. I finished out my look with silver heels.

I'd texted Jesse my address after I'd gotten to the office in the morning, and just as he'd said, he arrived at exactly seven-thirty.

As I went to answer the door, a sudden rush of nervousness surged through my body. I started to wonder if I was trying too hard with my wardrobe choice. I thought I looked hot, but I didn't want him to think I just wanted to get in his pants. I did want to have an intelligent conversation and get to know him. Anything after that was icing on the cake.

"Hi," I smiled, stepping onto the porch.

Jesse was dressed in tight black jeans with black designer shoes, a crisp white button up, and that same black leather jacket with a stitched checkerboard design on the shoulders and ends of the sleeves. His hair was just the right balance of neat and messy, and his white shirt was untucked, hanging over his jeans. To say he looked hot was an understatement. He was sizzling hot, and for a split second, I considered forgetting about dinner and dragging him to my bedroom right then.

"You look stunning," he said smoothly, triggering a deep blush from me.

I was glad I hadn't turned on the porch lights, not wanting him to see how red my face probably was.

"Thank you," I said, feeling breathless as I stared at him. "You look... Wow."

So sexy.

Jesse breathed a chuckle, sliding an arm around my waist as we walked to his car. I was impressed to see a bright red Maserati in my driveway.

He continued to impress me, opening the passenger door for me. I felt a chill when his arm left my waist and I immediately wanted his hands back on me.

I tried to ignore the growing need between my thighs on the drive to Chardonnay. We made small talk, mostly about work. I found out he and his family owned a couple of Italian restaurants in New York City. He said his father had started the first one in the seventies and expanded the business to two locations about a decade ago.

Upon entering the restaurant, I felt slightly overdressed. For such a fancy restaurant, I was surprised to see the lack of women in sparkly, red carpet dresses. Although, I was glad I wasn't underdressed.

Jesse had made reservations and we were lead to a white linen-covered table with three candles burning in the center and a single red rose in the middle of them. The waiters were all dressed in tuxes and there was a small group of musicians across the room playing light classical music. I felt out of place, not used to going to these kinds of restaurants. I felt like I was being spoiled.

White wine was poured into gorgeous crystal glasses, and Jesse ordered an Italian seafood dish while I opted for salmon with a side of asparagus. I squeezed my thighs together under the table, trying to calm my hormones. I felt myself getting turned on by watching Jesse press his lips against his wine glass as he took a drink. I wanted him to press his lips against me like that.

"So what made you say yes?" he asked, pulling me out of my sexy daydreams.

"Pardon?" I almost choked on a piece of food.

An amused expression played across his face and even that was sexy.

"When I asked you for coffee and then dinner." He clarified. "What made you say yes?"

The fact that you're so hot and I want you to take me to your bed right now.

"I... Well..." I cleared my throat, starting to feel flushed and took a long sip of wine. "You seemed nice."

Really? That's all I could come up with?

"Nice?" he smirked with a teasing chuckle, tapping his fingers on the table. "You must have me mistaken, sweetheart."

Oh, that voice.

I glanced around the room, making sure no one would notice as I sneaked a hand under the table and hid my actions with the tablecloth. I tried to busy myself with my food, casually eating as if nothing else was going on.

Slowly sliding my dress up my thighs, I slipped my hand inside my damp lacy panties and felt how wet I was. Attempting to keep my calm, I swallowed back the moan that threatened to escape, hoping Jesse wouldn't notice. Images of his hand cupping me between my legs danced through my mind while I circled my middle finger around my sensitive clit, making me wetter.

"Everything alright?" Jesse cocked an eyebrow.

I stilled my actions, feeling a blush spread across my face. "Great."

"Is the food alright?"

I was aching to continue playing with myself. "It's great."

When he didn't say anything, I brushed my fingertip against my clit. An unexpected gasp left my lips, earning Jesse's attention. I tried to play it off like I hadn't realized I'd made a sound, but I was sure he could see right through me. I decided I'd risked getting caught long enough, and removed my hand from my panties for the rest of dinner.

We continued to make small talk, discussing politics, and me telling him about my job at Satisfaction. I ended up ranting a bit about Nicole and her bitchiness, but he didn't seem to mind. I told him about Selena and he told me about a few of his friends.

"That was really nice," I smiled as we got back in his car after dinner.

The chill of the leather seat against my bare back sent shivers down my spine. We didn't talk much until we reached a red light a couple miles from the restaurant. I'd started feeling feverish when the hunger between my legs returned. Sitting so close to him, I could smell his cologne and I had a sudden urge to kiss his neck.

"You're not as subtle as you think, sweetheart." Jesse's velvety voice sent a wave of heat to my core.

I wasn't sure what he was referring to, though. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering me, he checked his mirrors to make sure no cars were coming, and made an illegal left turn from the right lane, pulling into a vacant Home Depot parking lot. He cut his lights, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to face me.

"What are you-"

"I know what you were doing at the restaurant," Jesse said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Embarrassment washed over me and I couldn't come up with any words to say. I was mortified, yet also somewhat turned on by Jesse knowing that I'd been playing with myself.

"If it's pleasure you need, just say the word," he teased, lightly touching my thigh with his fingertips.

It's definitely pleasure I need.

I involuntarily moaned at his touch and he smiled in satisfaction, slowly lifting my dress further up my thighs. I was aching to be touched and bit my lip, trying not to beg for it.

"Relax," he whispered, unclasping my seatbelt and placing his hand on my inner thigh, inching his way to my pussy.

I was starting to breathe heavily in anticipation of his fingers reaching the spot I needed them most. I wanted to feel him tease and finger me. I leaned the seat farther back as Jesse's fingertips slid over my soaked panties. He was purposely dragging this out to torture me, and it was working. I was ready to start begging.

He watched me intently as his hand slowly pushed my panties aside, exposing my dripping wet pussy. A rush of cool air hit me once I was no longer covered and made me shiver. My eyelids fluttered shut when I felt his finger start to enter me, but my pleasure was short lived as he withdrew his hand.

"Look at me," he instructed in a deep, sexy voice.

Oh my.

I opened my eyes, looking at the man who was about to drive me hormonally crazy, and bit my lip, ready to beg for his touch if he didn't hurry up.

We kept eye contact as he began to unravel me, one stroke at a time. He teased me, sliding his fingertips up and down my wet slit, doing figure eights over my clit, and then finally thrusting two fingers inside me.

I moaned loudly, spreading my legs farther apart and pressing myself against his palm.

"Is this what you want, princess?" Jesse asked seductively, sliding his fingers in and out of me.

I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath and gasped when I tried to speak. "Y-yes."

He hummed a quiet moan in response and continued to finger me faster, circling his thumb around my clit. I just knew I was soaking his seat, but the leather felt good against my skin. I was panting, writhing against the seat, bucking my hips against his hand.

"That's it, baby," he whispered against my neck, leaning over the console and dragging his teeth over my skin teasingly. "Lose control."

His breath on my neck, accompanied by the feeling of his fingers inside me, sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body as I felt myself do exactly what he told me to. Staring into his eyes, I lost control, coming all over his hand, my panties, and the seat.

I moaned over and over, trying to come down from my high. He smirked in victory, proud of what he had done to me, and I instantly wanted him to do it again.

"Feel better?" he asked, removing his hand from my panties.

I suddenly felt empty and wanted him to put his fingers inside me again.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yes."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine in a needy, heated kiss. I reached up, gripping his bicep for support as he slid his tongue inside my mouth. He groaned into the kiss, wrapping a handful of my hair around his fingers and tugging softly. His teeth grazed my bottom lip when he pulled back, breathing heavy.

We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity before he expertly climbed over the console, lowering my seat back all the way, and lying on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee. I was sure he'd had plenty of practice with that move.

"What do you want, baby?" he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue over my earlobe.

I was sure I was about to come again, whether he did anything else or not.

"You," I breathed, getting lost in his intense gaze.

"Yeah?" he smirked. "What do you want me to do?"

Fuck me.

"I want you inside me," I moaned, tugging at his shirt in attempts to pull him closer.

I needed him.

Jesse kissed me slowly and passionately. I started to unbutton his shirt, wanting to slide my hands down his torso. His crotch pressed against mine, increasing the heat between my legs as we ground against each other, eliciting sounds of pleasure from both of us. I could feel his growing erection through his tight jeans and longed to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off. I was soaking wet and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"J-Jesse," I moaned against his lips, undoing the last button and gleefully sliding my hands over his toned chest and stomach.

"Soon," he said softly, pulling back.

I started to protest, but he pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"I'll take you back to my place, princess."