Free Naughty by Velvet Page B

fuck you all night,” he said in a southern drawl.
    “Daarling, that sounds absolutely perfect.” Unlike Beth, Meri didn’t have a husband to rush home to, and her boy toy de jour was busy tonight, so she had nothing but time.
    He took hold of her hand, led her to a private room, and did exactly as she had instructed. For the next few hours, they fucked, licked, sucked, and fucked some more. Now that Meri was reacquainted with the Black Door, she promised herself that she would be back to sample another server before the month was over.

 
     
     
     
10
     
     
     
    JACOB ARRIVED at the restaurant twenty-five minutes ahead of Mira. They were having lunch at Kaminsky’s, an upscale restaurant in Midtown.
    “Table for one?” asked the hostess as he approached the ornate mahogany podium.
    Jacob straightened his tie. “No. There will be two of us.”
    “Would you care to wait for your party at the bar?” she offered.
    “No, I prefer to be seated.” He looked around at the richly appointed dining room with its ocher walls and lemon pastel chintz-covered furnishings, and marveled at the sophistication of the interior. Artwork reminiscent of Renoir and Degas, but with brown faces, adorned the walls in gilded frames. The tables were draped in starched pastel-colored linens, with fresh-cut roses in crystal vases as a centerpiece. Lining the far wall were several Art Deco, high-back settees facing each other, serving as cozy booths. “I’d like a booth if possible,” he answered. Knowinghow particular Mira could be, she would no doubt prefer a choice booth instead of one of the tables in the middle of the floor.
    “Sure, no problem,” the hostess said, walking into the dining room.
    Once seated, Jacob took out the debriefing reports from the London board meeting that his associate Nina had prepared. From her written as well as oral report, things had gone according to plan, all except for her tardiness due to an unforeseen traffic jam. Mira would surely belabor the incident, with a lecture on the virtues of time management. Jacob looked at his watch; it was twenty minutes to twelve. He knew from past lunch meetings with Mira that she always arrived fifteen minutes before the scheduled time. He began to fidget, but realized it wasn’t because of the impending lecture, but from the thought of seeing Ms. Rhone. Though she was nearly half his age, he found her extremely attractive. Being married with a child, Jacob realized that he shouldn’t have such thoughts. Naomi had been pressuring him lately to make love to her, but every time he tried, all he could picture was her legs in stirrups and their son coming out of her womb. In his mind, her role had changed, from lover to mother. It had been over a month since they had had sex, and over the past few weeks, he couldn’t stop fantasizing about Mira and those long, lean legs of hers. He often imagined those legs wrapped tightly around his back, while he fucked her over and over again. He could feel the beginning of an erection at the thought of being in between those luscious limbs. Jacob didn’t want to greet Mira with a woody, so he shifted his thoughts back to business. And as if on cue, Mira appeared in the doorway at exactly eleven forty-five. Jacob discreetly watched as she approached the table.
    She wore a tailored, chocolate brown blazer that cinched her tiny waist, a brown silk blouse, and a brown tweed skirt thatstopped just above the knee, emphasizing her well-defined calves. A pair of brown and black stilettos completed the outfit. Her hair was tied back in her signature chignon, giving her the perfect couture executive look.
    “Good afternoon, Mira.” He stood up and greeted her, extending his right hand.
    She firmly returned the handshake. “Good afternoon, Jacob.”
    He motioned the waitress to the table so they could order quickly. Knowing his overscheduled client, she probably only had forty minutes to spare for lunch before dashing off to yet