Page 67 of Decidedly Off Limits

“Nice to meet you,” she said, still smiling.

“You never mentioned if you have a girlfriend,” the man said to a stunned Kelsey. “But when I told Faith about you, she begged me to introduce her to you. Hope that’s okay.”

I choked back a laugh. Faith was definitely barking up the wrong redwood tree. But where the hell did he get the idea Kelsey was gay?

Faith laughed. “I wouldn’t say I begged. But I did ask him to introduce us.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Kelsey said, finally finding her voice. “But I’m sorry. I’m already in a relationship.”

Faith was still smiling, but it had changed from being seductive to holding a hint of understanding. What she understood was lost on me. “I had a feeling you were. You have the glow of someone who’s in a relationship and couldn’t be happier.”

She did?

My head spun around to check out this glow I’d apparently missed. But Kelsey didn’t look any different.

She looked great, as always.

But that didn’t stop pride from surging through me, because I was responsible for this so-called glow.

“What was that all about?” I asked Kelsey as we watched Faith and the man walk away. Faith was laughing at whatever he had said.

“I met him here a few weeks ago. He wanted to go out with me but I wasn’t interested. So I might have told him I was a lesbian.”

The blush on her face from earlier returned as I threw my head back, laughing.

Once I was able to control the laughter, I asked, “Why weren’t you interested in him?”

“He doesn’t like ice cream.” She winked at me and strode toward the courtyard door.

At The Lickery, we each ordered a double-scoop ice cream in a waffle cone (raspberry cheesecake for Kelsey, cappuccino for me), and headed to an empty bench by the waterfront. In the distance, Alcatraz sat proudly against the blue sky and choppy water.

“Oh, god, this is soooo good,” Kelsey moaned. Her tongue flicked against the ice cream and I also moaned. Except mine had nothing to do with my ice cream. In my head, the same tongue flicked against the head of my cock, licking the pre-cum as if it were her favorite flavor.

And then, because that wasn’t torturous enough, I visualized her lips wrapped around it—a replay of last night.

My cock instantly responded, hard, pulsating, hungry to escape the confines of my pants. Hungry to sink into her soft heat or her hot mouth—either was fine with me.

“What’s one of your sexual fantasies?” Kelsey asked, and for a second all I could do was stare at her, positive she had only asked me the question in my head.

“What’s yours?” I said, doing my best not to sound overly turned on. Which was hard given my current situation.

Her gaze dropped to my pants and she chuckled. “I believe I asked you first.”

“Is this like show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”

This got a bigger laugh from her. “Exactly that.”

“Can’t say I have any specific sexual fantasies.”

“So you don’t have any costume fantasies? Like a school girl or French maid?”

I shook my head. “Women dressed like kids doesn’t turn me on. And French maids are cliché. I’m more of a sexy-underwear-on-the-woman type guy. All right, I’ve told you mine. Your turn.”

A sly smile slipped onto her lips and she murmured in my ear, “Being restrained…with ties.” She traced her index finger down my silk tie…and I swallowed hard.

“You never did that with your ex-fiancé?”

Licking her ice cream, she shook her head. “Not Owen’s thing. And before you ask…no, I haven’t done it with anyone else either. Other than Owen, and of course you, there’s only been the speed fucker, and I didn’t know him enough to trust him with something like that.”