Want, a Dirty Standalone

By Fiona Masters

When I met up with Chanel, I hadn't planned on sleeping with her. But Chanel is good at getting her way. My girlfriend Felicity, on the other hand, isn't. She wants a commitment I can't handle and a life I never wanted. But when Felicity figures out what happened, I thought it would be a nightmare.

Instead, it was every guy's dream come true. I cannot believe my luck.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005575687

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Want

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter One

I watched Chanel Howard wipe the corners of her mouth with a linen napkin. Her lipstick had worn away. All that remained was a stain of berry color. The lovely pout of her lips reminded me of the way they looked after I’d spent hours kissing them or an hour with my cock in her mouth.

What? Chanel questioned. Her stunning smile crept across her face.

Nothing.

You were staring.

Oh was I?

Uh-huh.

I’m sorry. It’s been a while. I forgot what you looked like.

That was a lie. Four years ago Chanel had not only been my coworker, she was also my lover. There were memories of Chanel, wanton after being away from me for days. I could see in my mind, Chanel, whimpering and weak from hours of sex. And then there was, tucked far away in the back, Chanel, exiting my life.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, Nate. She chuckled then said, Hey, let’s get out of here.

My pulse shot up instinctively.

You’ve got time don’t you?

My cell had been buzzing incessantly throughout lunch. I certainly didn’t have the time. For you? Sure.

Great. I’m going to hit the ladies room. Don’t go anywhere. She winked.

I won’t.

I watched her wander toward the restrooms. She was the only professional I knew who could pull off a red leather knee-length skirt, blazer and heels and still look like a professional. I took note of her bare legs peeking out from the hem as they sauntered out of sight.

I cursed myself for being back in this position. The gods were cruel to me, toying with my emotions by bringing me back to the woman who had broken me years prior. She was back at unknowingly tempting me with her tongue. It captivated me throughout lunch with the way it flicked out to catch flavors from her lips. She insisted on reminding me of what her cleavage was like with every touch of her hand to her throat. She even had the brazenness to wear that damn perfume that gave me half a hard-on.

You are a dummy, Nate, I muttered.

Now don’t be so hard on yourself.

I looked up to see Chanel smiling down at me. She slipped a few bills on top of the check. Her lipstick was back in place. I fought the urge to take her face in my hands and smudge the perfectly applied lines of berry color with my thumb.

I happen to think you are a very intelligent man.

Why thank you, madam.

She laughed. A wiser man would have heard it as an evil cackle and ran away. But in my soul her laughter was a siren song and I followed where it led. We pushed through the restaurant’s glass doors and stood on the sidewalk. Chanel pulled out a pair of flashy sunglasses from her purse and slid them on.

Where did you park?

In the parking garage around the corner.

All right.

She stepped in that direction. I stood in her path and looked down into her face. I searched for her eyes. They were hidden behind oversized, fashion forward frames. I questioned her silently. She smiled and placed a dainty hand under my lapel. She turned pouty lips up to me.

Oh, no you don’t. I took a cautious step back.

Her lips pulled into a smirk, Just a kiss.

You and I both know it’s never just lunch with us. And it certainly is never just a kiss. Be honest with me for once in our lives, Chanel.

She gave one of her infamous sighs of exasperation and pretended to be interested in what the valets were doing. I watched her eyes move under the tint of the sunglasses. Her long lashes collided with the lenses. I was half tempted to yank them off her face and force her to lie to me while looking me in the eye. I’m back for good, Nate. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?

I heard it. I couldn’t stop my heart from leaping, but my head replayed every destructive moment between me and Chanel, exiting my life as if to say, Remember this? Warning, Nate! I admitted, Yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.

She grinned. And just like that, we were walking to the parking garage.

The sound of our footsteps meeting the concrete echoed all around us. The garage was empty despite the time of day. Chanel had her hand in my suit pocket the way she always did when we walked side by side. She found the key fob and made the alarm chirp to unlock the doors. I walked her to the passenger side. She turned her lips up toward me and said, First things first. You owe me a kiss.

"I do. You are