Free Just One Night: Part 5 by Elle Casey

That’s your groundwork paying off, not mine.”
    I can’t keep my eyes off him. He not only manages to charm and convince strangers, he does the same with me, and I don’t even see it coming. I don’t want to fight it either. “You’re pretty awesome, you know that? I feel like the luckiest girl alive.”
    My face burns as soon as the words leave my mouth. Talk about putting on the pressure. Talk about exposing everything. Ack! Apparently closing massive business deals makes me completely stupid.
    He stares into my eyes and smiles. It seems like he’s doing a lot more of that these days. Or maybe I just want to believe that so I can see what I want to see.
    “I feel exactly the same way,” he says. “About you, that is, not myself.”
    I giggle. “You’re silly.”
    “No, you’re the silly one.” He reaches out and pokes me in the ribs. At least, I think that’s what he meant to do, but instead he jabs my boob.
    I put my hand on my chest in a protective gesture. “Hey, watch it, buster.”
    He frowns. “Who is this buster person? Should I be jealous?”
    “Yes,” I say, grinning evilly. “Be very jealous. He’s super hot.”
    “Oh reeeallly?” William pokes me again. This time the boob contact was on purpose, I’m sure of it.
    I grab his hand. “Yes, really. And he’s very protective, so you’d better watch out.”
    William pulls his hand to his mouth, capturing my fingers so he can kiss them. He never breaks eye contact with me as his warm lips meet my skin and rest there. It makes my heart go crazy with beats. “I will fight him for you any day of the week and twice on Sundays.”
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re making a move on me,” I say, trying to sound cool when inside I’m turning into mush.
    He raises an eyebrow. “You, Jennifer Moorehouse of Stratford & Moorehouse Investments, are a very, very astute woman.”
    My heart leaps as the heat settles inside me. He can get me turned on with a single look. I check out the area around us, taking in the empty parking lot and quiet neighborhood. Everyone who was at our meeting has gone and left us alone.
    “Feel like messing around?” I ask, trying to figure out how we could make it work without getting arrested for indecent exposure.
    He looks out the car windows to the outside area surrounding us. Then he turns to me. “Are you serious? Because if you’re not, please stop now. A man can only take so much before he cracks under the pressure.”
    “Pressure? Are you feeling stressed?” I ask, a plan forming in my mind.
    “Not particularly.”
    I frown at him.
    “Maybe a touch?” he says, searching my face for confirmation.
    I continue to frown, my eyebrows raised.
    “Actually, I’m feeling quite pressured and stressed.” He frowns exaggeratedly. “Very, very. I’m a veritable bundle of nerves.”
    I smile.
    He smiles back. “Was that the right answer?”
    “You tell me,” I say, reaching over and unzipping his pants.
    He looks down at what I’m doing. “I’d say yes, definitely. Right answer. Tally ho.”
    When I finally have his buckle free and his dick exposed, I’m happy to see that it’s already hard. This must mean I’m on the right track. He’s breathing heavily, too.
    “Jennifer, are you sure …”
    He never gets the rest of his words out because I put my lips on him and it steals the words out of his mouth. I taste salt.
    “Ooooh, woman …” He leans back and rests his head on the seat, scooting his hips forward a little so he’s more reclined.
    It’s not the easiest position to give a blowjob in, but the excitement of doing it where we shouldn’t makes up for that drawback. I listen for his gasps of pleasure and moans to let me know if I’m doing what he likes or not.
    “Oh, Jennifer … where did you come from?”
    I pause to smile. “Nowhere special,” I say before going back to licking the length of him.
    He reaches over and smacks me on the ass. “Never say that,” he says,