Free Quick Study by Gretchen Galway

Bonnie,” he said. “And you.”
    “Aw, now that’s sweet,” Lorraine said. 
    “Uh-huh,” Marilyn said. “And now he can go. Bonnie needs to crawl in bed. Alone. She’s had enough of men for one night.”
    “Now how would you know?” Lorraine asked. “Shouldn’t that be up to her?”
    Bonnie stifled a laugh. Paul just shrugged and walked into the kitchen, opening cabinets. “I will go,” he said with dignity, “but first I’ll make Bonnie something to eat. If that’s all right with you two ladies.” 
    Marilyn wiggled herself ahead of him and pulled out a blue and yellow rectangular box. “This is what she needs.”
    “But I can make—” Paul began.
    “Trust me,” Marilyn said. “Nothing fancy tonight.” Then gave him a head-to-toe look that almost made Bonnie laugh.
    Having three people fuss over her filled Bonnie with a soft, fuzzy feeling, and she went back to her bedroom to change into her favorite oversized pajamas and wait for her macaroni and cheese, secure in the knowledge that he wasn’t going to force himself on her again until she said she was ready.
    With some embarrassment, she realized that might not be very long at all.

Chapter 7
    H e called her every day for the next week after she finally gave him her cell number, but it wasn’t until Saturday that he pulled up in front of her apartment building to take her out for an official date.
    “You deserve better than macaroni and cheese out of a box.” He took her hand and led her out to his car. He’d dressed up for her in slacks and a sweater, which would have looked sweetly conservative it he weren’t wearing the familiar leather jacket and a pair of old Doc Martens. She wanted to nibble him.
    “So we’ll get it in a restaurant?”
    He squeezed her hand and opened the door for her. She waited for him to kiss her, but he just helped her into the car, then went around to his side. “Hope Berkeley isn’t too far,” he said. “It’s got my favorite pizza.”
    She wasn’t paying attention. Who cared what they ate? She tugged her shirt lower and glanced at her face in the mirror. Not too much makeup for close contact, but enough to entice. Licking her lips, she flipped up the visor and reached over with her left hand to trace the long muscle in his thigh.
    “Whoa,” he said patting her hand, then holding it there. He smiled at her. Not a sexy smile, but an aren’t-you-cute kind of smile.
    Very annoying.
    She pulled her hand away and glared at the freeway. Berkeley was at least fifteen minutes away, and they’d have to park, wait for a table, order, wait, eat, wait, look for the car, drive, wait, wait, and wait.
    She reached over and stuck her hand down his pants. He swerved over the yellow line and jerked upright.
    “Hey!” he cried. “Careful!”
    “I’m hungry,” she said.
    “I’ll drive faster.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “I don't think you're listening. I'm hungry now .”
    He glanced at her and grinned, but still wasn't taking her seriously. Gripping her exploring fingers tighter, he turned his attention back to the road. “Soon.”
    Soon wasn't going to do. “Forget the pizza. Go to your place.”
    “But—” he began, then saw the look on her face and finally lost the smile. He merged right.
    “You know,” she said, “for a rich computer genius, you're kind of slow.”
    “I know, I know,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to make his way off the freeway. “I am so sorry.”
    “I might forgive you this time, but you really do need to learn your lesson.”
    “I do. I really do.”
    She felt her blood run hot through her body. Her hand was still trapped under his hand on his lap and she pulled it away after squeezing the bulge of his cock once, hard, through his khakis. “I'm not convinced you're sorry enough.”
    Definitely not smiling now, he blinked at the road and seemed to be having trouble breathing. “You might have to punish me?”
    “Oh, I might.” She crossed her arms over her chest,