Page 5 of Just Once

I lower my mouth and hungrily press my lips against hers. Her lips are so soft, and she tastes so sweet. I slide my tongue into her mouth and roll it against hers. She exhales a soft moan.

I pull her tighter to me, and my cock throbs between us.

I know this is wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

We continue to kiss, deeply and fiercely. She doesn’t show any hint of wanting to stop. And the way she’s pressing herself against me, against my hard-on, it opens the floodgates of my erotic imagination. I start thinking about what it would be like to tear off that angel costume she’s wearing. What it would be like to lick every luscious inch of her naked body. What it would be like to eat her out, to make her come, to fuck her until she’s screaming my name.

But we can’t do any of those things.

We shouldn’t even be kissing. It was wrong of me to initiate this.

It’s almost physically painful to pull away from her. But I do.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice soft and concerned.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say. “You need to go.”

Angel looks at me with pleading eyes. But I shake my head. I nod toward the door. And she understands this is over.

She swallows, then turns and leaves.

Chapter Three

Angel

“That was such a fun party!” my mom says, swiveling around to look at me from the front passenger seat. “Did you have fun, Angel?”

”Uh huh,” I say dully. “It was great.”

“Is everything okay?” asks my dad.

“Yeah. I’m just tired.”

“Well, it was a long day,” says my mom.

When we get back to the house, I go straight upstairs and get ready for bed. My mom calls up to me to see if I want to watch part of a scary movie, but I tell her that I really am tired and that watching one tomorrow would be better.

“Okay,” she calls back. “Goodnight, honey.”

“Goodnight,” I call back. Then I retreat into my old bedroom and crawl under the sheets.

I have a terrible time sleeping that night. I can’t stop thinking about Dante. When I walked out of the bathroom and saw him standing there, I knew we were in trouble. And when he told me that I was too tempting for him…well, that sealed the deal. I knew we were going to kiss in that bedroom. There was no way to avoid it.

And I didn’t want to stop at kissing. But then Dante put an end to it.

I completely get why it seems like a bad idea. The business partner thing, the age thing. But it’s not like my dad has to find out. And I don’t care that he’s fifteen years older than me. It’s just a number. Big deal.

If those are dealbreakers for him, though…I guess there’s not much I can do about it. It’s not like I can force it. And I wouldn’t want to force it, even if I could. If I’m going to be with a man, I want him to want to be with me.

I can’t get Dante out of my head, though. He’s in my head all night, and he’s still in my head in the morning. He’s there as I eat breakfast with my parents, and he’s there as we finally watch those scary movies together.

In the afternoon, I tell my parents I’m going out for a jog. Hopefully, the physical exertion will help me shake Dante from my thoughts. I dig out an old t-shirt and leggings from the clothes in my old bedroom, pull my hair up into a tight ponytail, and head out the front door.

It’s nice and crisp out today. The cool air feels great in my lungs. And itdoesseem like running is helping me clear my mind. I’m totally focused on my feet hitting the pavement and my breathing and the beauty of the autumn day.

Actually, I’m so focused on those things that I don’t even realize how far I’m jogging.

Or where I’ve taken myself to.