1. Second Chances

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I haven't been in the city in at least three years, and it shows. So much has changed that I feel just like any other tourist. I make a post on Instagram, just a picture of me among the skyscrapers, then go back to my day, thinking nothing of it.

In my apartment later that night, I think of what it was like to be here in my twenties. Electricity seemed to course through me. Late nights were my specialty and fun my mission.

I'm almost worried I've gotten boring since then. I see a notification on Instagram, but I don't recognize the username messaging me. Once I open the message, it gets a little clearer.

Jordan, an old colleague, is apparently still in town. His dark eyes, muscular arms, the confident, almost cocky way he carried himself, and all the naughty things I wanted to do to him come flooding back with one innocent hello. I reply, and before I know it, I'm getting dressed to meet him at a bar.

It's innocent, right? Just two old colleagues, almost friends, catching up after years apart. I pull on a bright yellow dress that pops in contrast to my dark hair and flashes a decent amount of cleavage and thigh.

Just enough to tempt. I get to the bar earlier than planned, unable to stay still once I have my heels on. I feel hot and hopeful all at once.

I get a drink to soften my nerves, and turn to find Jordan in front of me. He's just as gorgeous as he used to be, thick dark hair a little longer now, brushing across his forehead and into his eyes in a way that makes me want to push it back. The light beard on his jaw and the simple button-up in jeans bring back the naughty thoughts.

If he's feeling the same as I am, this drink is going to be less innocent than I thought. I don't know about him, but I'm remembering what his stubble feels like against my thighs. I take another drink and flash a smile.

Hey, have a seat. It's been a long time, Kat. When he sits, his knee brushes mine.

Electricity crackles between us. It has. You look good, though.

As always. So do you, as always. I was surprised to hear from you, but happy you got in touch.

Well, I had to once I saw your Instagram. You haven't changed in all these years. Neither have you, although it is strange to see you in something other than a suit.

Speaking of work, you want to know a secret? I like secrets. When we worked together, I thought of asking you out constantly, but I always got tongue-tied.

I thought about it, too, but it never seemed right. You had your dates, I was seeing someone, the timing never worked. Are you single now? Yes.

Then let me take you home. I promise, it'll be worth the wait. He finishes his drink in stance, offering me his hand.

There's no way I'm passing this up. I slide my hand into his and nod. He spins me and pulls me tight against his side.

He pays for our drinks and we walk through the city under the glow of streetlights. His arm wrapped firmly and confidently around my waist, our bodies snug together. We reach an upscale apartment block and he gives me a squeeze.

This is my place. We pass the doorman, who nods at Jordan in recognition. In the elevator, his eyes fix on me devilishly before he takes me in his arms and kisses me, pushing me hard against the mirrored wall.

He grabs my leg and pulls it up around him so that I'm half straddling him, and I can feel his cock pressing against me in a way that makes me throb. One kiss and I'm hard as a rock, the power you have. Just then, the elevator arrives at his floor.

We stumble out and I realize we're in his apartment. This place is just as fancy as it looks on the outside. He moans softly into my mouth as his hands cut my breasts over the light fabric of my dress.

I look up at him. He undoes his shirt, popping buttons slowly as he watches me. I squirm and squeeze my thighs together, already wet just watching him strip.

I reach out and stroke him. He pulls me tighter and kisses me. I part my lips, welcoming his tongue into my mouth.

I can taste the whiskey on him and moan as our tongues stroke and tangle together. I don't have the chance to say anything before Jordan's hands slide down my back, over my ass, then to the hem of my dress. He arches an eyebrow and I nod.

Once I'm free of the dress, I'm standing in my lacy bra and underwear. His eyes stroke over my skin. Then he drags me into the nearest bedroom.

He kisses me again, softly this time, and I can feel every inch of him moving against me. I can only take so much. I grab his belt loop and push him against a wall.

We kiss again and again until I'm lost in him and his body. Jordan picks me up, wrapping my legs around his back, then tosses me onto his bed and looks me over. God, you make my dick so hard.

I'm gonna fuck you until you can't feel your legs. His clothes drop to the floor, revealing his dick. I bite my lip and finish stripping myself, then spread my legs, sliding my hands over my breasts and down my body to my pussy.

As I tease my clit, my back arches and my thighs shake. Jordan watches and slowly strokes his cock. When I slip my fingers inside, he joins me.

He gently tugs my wrist, then sucks my fingers clean of my wetness. When he kisses me, I taste myself in his mouth before he licks and nips across my body, sucking my nipples, trailing bites and kisses over my belly, my hips, and the inside of my thighs. Then he licks over my slit, his tongue so hot that I hiss.

Jordan holds me tight as he teases my clit. His fingers slide deep inside me, fill me, and stroke until he hits a spot that makes my toes curl. I pant and roll my hips against him.

He doesn't stop devouring me as his fingers pump in and out. When our eyes meet, I'm sure I'm going to come for him. I'm so close.

Almost there, the waves of pleasure crash over me and drag me into bliss. Then he stops. I whimper and reach out for him.

He climbs on top of me and kisses across my neck while cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples with soft tugs and strokes. He steals a kiss as his cock brushes against my clit. Another thrust and he's teasing my entrance.

A third thrust gives me a hint at exactly how big he is. I sigh and lift my hips, finally taking him inside. Jordan groans and presses his forehead to mine before slamming into me.

Fuck, he feels so good. His thick cock fills my pussy perfectly. Each thrust is almost more than I can take.

His body presses me into the bed, but I keep rocking my hips against his while his hands claim every inch of me over and over. I'm close to exploding as he kisses my neck and drags his prickly jaw against my skin. He fucks me harder and faster, pushing deeper into me until I can't take it anymore.

It's too much, the ecstasy rolling against my skin, his panting in my ear. Jordan comes shortly after me, filling me with his cum. He rolls us over so we're on our sides, facing each other.

That's a hell of a first date. Is the night over already? Hell no, there's still plenty of trouble we can get into.

He kisses me again, softly, and a second time, before he pulls away. But first, food. We pull our clothes back on and order some pizza.

We move to the living room and relax on the couch, chatting, teasing, and making out until it arrives. As we're eating, we hear the door unlock and a group of people enter the apartment. My temporary roommate said he was having a few people over tonight.

Jordan looks at me with a smile. There might be a bit of a party starting.