Drue Valentine, first basemen for the Chicago Cubs, couldn’t help but smirk as he reclined at the desk the hotel room he was staying at provided for him, well actually provided Pacey with since he was just bumming along for the ride. “Well, hell Witter, seems like someone’s with my opinion about you ditchin’ us this season. Seems this fellow here, Mr...” he trailed off as he searched for a name. “Joey Potter happens to think you’re a sonuvabitch too.”

He grinned as he scanned the article. “Here, this is a part I find highly amusing. If it weren’t ridiculous enough, that the amount of money Pacey Witter is expected to make off this deal can run a small country, he has the audacity to comment on how he just loves the game. (Tell that to the starving in Somalia, please. They’d love to hear it) Seems to me like the only thing that matters anymore is the money, money wasted on an idiot that can catch a ball with a glove. I’m sure an ape can complete the job for less pay and it’d be far more entertaining.” Drue chuckled. “Hear that, Witter? An ape can do your job just as well.” He scratched the side of his head. “I wonder if there’re any apes in Chicago.”

“I think you pass for one,” Pacey replied dryly. “Who wrote the article?”

“Potter,” Drue said easily as he scanned the paper. “A Joey Potter.”

“Remind me to send him a thank you card.”

Drue chuckled, his eye blue eyes twinkling. “Aww, now ain’t that sweet.”

“See, this is why I avoid reporters at all costs.” He snatched the newspaper from Drue’s hand and tossed it onto the bed.

“Only of the male gender of course,” Drue commented amused.

“Yes, well, generally, the fairer sex isn’t all that interested in dragging us through the mud.”

“That’s because you haven’t met one you couldn’t charm.”

“Details,” he shrugged. “Speaking of, have you ever had an interview with Jennifer Lindley?”

He shook his head. “Don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“She’s from the Globe too, apparently she was able to coerce Jack into an interview.” He frowned, “Wonder if she knows Potter.”

“More than likely.” He shrugged. “Besides Jen’s a female, I doubt you’ll have much trouble. Mothers lock up their daughters when they see you coming.”

Pacey chuckled. “I’m not that bad.”

Drue raised a dark eyebrow. “I know plenty of mothers who would disagree with you.”

“Cute, Drue, real cute.” He moved across the room to his suitcase and pulled out his razor and soap. “You going to go with me while I house hunt?”

“Yeah because I care about where you live.” Drue rolled his eyes.

“I should send you right back to Chicago where you came from.”

Drue scoffed. “That’s such a girl thing to do. Next you’re going to be picking out wallpaper.”

“Hey, I’m going to need a place to live. We’ll go do something manly afterwards, Valentine.”

“Just make sure it has four walls and a roof, and enough room to throw a ball from the backyard to the front door without breaking any windows.”

“If that were the only criteria, I wouldn’t need to go looking myself. It needs to be big enough for everyone and fully furnished. They’re flying in a few days.”

“See? That’s why I pay people to do these things for me.”

“Are you coming with me or not?”

“Nah,” he leaned back in his chair and propped his legs up on the desk. “I think I want to use room service.”

“Okay, fine.” He went into the bathroom and started to shave. “My interview’s at four, down in the restaurant. Make sure you’re scarce by four-thirty.”

“If your interview’s at four in the restaurant what does it matter if I’m here or not?”

“Let’s just say Jen Lindley’s mother probably should have locked her up.”

~*~

Joey was led to a small table by the large picture windows and she forced a smile, mentally concentrating on not falling in her heels as she passed the well-dressed patrons having an early dinner. She exhaled sharply and plopped down in her seat offering the maître d a pleasant smile before asking for a glass of brandy. Once the waiter had disappeared, she pulled the small index card of questions Jen had given her to ask and went over them trying to commit them to memory. Joey groaned as she read. “Why couldn’t she just use English?” Half of the words written left her clueless as to what their meanings were.

Pacey scoured the restaurant for the woman the maître d had said was already seated. He found her at the small table, and paused for a moment, letting his eyes run over her tight dress. He hair was done in a sophisticated knot, leaving him to wonder at it’s length, and her make up was light, enhancing her face as apposed to hiding it. Mentally, he hoped Drue remembered to leave the hotel room tonight.

She released a sigh of relief as her drink was placed in front of her and she took a sip hoping it’d help calm her nerves. She went over the questions again. She raised a newly manicured eyebrow. Overhand? Underhand? Did it matter? You were throwing it with your hand. She shut her eyes for a second trying to imagine the baseball field Dawson made her watch on his big screen TV. It was a square. No, it wasn’t a square. It was like a square. She tried to imagine it without her usual book in the way.

Aha, it was a diamond and there were four bases. She shook her head. No five. No that didn’t sound right. Were there six? There was a home plate? Wasn’t there? Or was it a hotplate? Joey frowned. Come to think of it, Jen didn’t look that sick when she last saw her. Maybe Joey could call her and cancel, and Jen could handle the interview, as she rightfully should. She smiled pleased with her idea and raised her glass to her lips.

“Jen Lindley?” Pacey asked, approaching the table with a debonair smile. He held out his hand for her to shake.

Joey ignored him and tilted her head slightly, lost in her thoughts. Yes, she’ll call Jen because really Kyle and Jen had to realize what a mistake they were making.

“Excuse me? You are Jennifer Lindley, right?” He quirked an eyebrow and looked around to see if there were any other women sitting alone in the restaurant. There didn’t seem to be.

Joey shook her head finally realizing someone was trying to talk to her. “What?”

“You’re Jen, right?” He gave her a slightly confused look.

Her eyes widened in realization and she sat up quickly. “Oh right. I’m Jen. Jen Lindley.” She went to offer him her hand but knocked her drink over in the process and she thought she’d cry when she noticed the index card now covered in the dark liquid. “Oh my god, my card.” She quickly reached for it and tried to dry it with her napkin hoping that it’d be okay.

He righted the glass and took the other napkin to help dry the spill on the tablecloth. He chuckled slightly, “I’m Pacey Witter.”

“Um right...” She rubbed at the index card furiously with her napkin but it only caused the words to smudge. She shut her eyes for a moment, willing the words to come back.

“You okay, there?” He wondered, taking a seat across from her.

She smiled tightly and glanced back down at the now illegible questions that weren’t going to help her out of this. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, then...”

She gazed down at the card one last time before giving up hope that she’d ever be able to read it. “Um...”

He smiled in amusement. “Your questions were on there?”

“That would be correct.” She set the card down and sighed. If she wasn’t screwed before, she certainly was now.

“I honestly can’t say I mind that they were destroyed,” he gestured to the waiter, indicating he’d like to place a drink order.

“And why is that?”

“I’ve gotten the publicity from hell this last week and a half. It’d be nice just to sit down and have a drink with someone.”

“Oh.” She straightened herself in her seat. “I can’t.”

He looked down at the spilled remains of her earlier drink. “Looks like you already started to me.”

Joey’s eyes wandered to her destroyed questions. “And look how well that turned out.”

He laughed again, as the waiter approached them. “I’d like a Jackie Robinson,” he smiled, ordering the drink that had just now become popular.

“Jen? What would you like?”

Jen. Right. She was Jen. “I’ll just have a water.”

“Suit yourself,” said as the waiter disappeared. “So, are you going to try and wing it, or what?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Like I have any other choice.”

“Let’s get started then.”

“But,” she smiled hurriedly. “There’s no rush.” She said a silent prayer that Jen was right about this whole looks thing.

He returned the smile. “I’m in no hurry. Like I said, I hate interviews. Most of them anyway. Most journalists are these middle-aged has-beens that love to try and take me down a notch. Like that Potter guy at your paper.”

Joey’s shoulders stiffened slightly and she feigned disinterest as she circled the rim of her glass with her finger. “Potter?”

“Yeah, the man obviously doesn’t know a thing about baseball.” He paused. “He’s not a friend of yours, is he? I can’t imagine someone as young and beautiful as you being friends with someone so narrow minded.” He frowned, “I have to agree with him on one point, athletes in this country make far more than they’re worth. But the crack about the ape?” he rolled his eyes. “I’ve spent the morning on a radio talk show defending myself for that. Even the real estate dealer I talked to this afternoon had something to say about it.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. Narrow minded?! He had some nerve! She shrugged casually. “I thought it was funny.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I don’t even mind that much. I just hate having to defend what someone—someone who doesn’t know a thing about me—has to say about me.”

“Hypocrite,” Joey muttered as she took a sip of her water.

“So, interview, let’s get started.”

She nodded slowly. “Right...” What was one supposed to ask in one of these interviews?

He waited patiently.

She racked her brain for a question. Baseball, she thought. What the hell do I know about baseball? “Do you think you’re good enough to have a candy bar named after you?”

Before he could stop it, incredulous laughter bubbled forth, “What?”

She fought back a blush and brushed it off. “Just a question.”

He shook his head, his sapphire eyes twinkling. “No, I don’t think they’d name a candy bar after me. What would the call it? The Pacey Bar? The Quickie?”

“Quickie?” She cleared her throat. “For anyone that was interested and didn’t know.”

“They gave me the nickname “Quick Mitt” back in high school, and once I got to the minors, they shorted it to Quickie.”

“Good to know.”

“Shouldn’t you be writing this stuff down?” He asked, just as his drink and her water were brought to them.

She tapped the side of her head. “Great knack for these things.” Besides, what did it matter? She was going to lie anyway.

“I suppose,” He shrugged. “What kind of reporter are you?”

“A good one.”

He smiled, “Well, obviously, or you wouldn’t be here. But I meant investigative, sports, human interest...?”

“Um, sports.” She nodded knowing that Jen was a sports reporter.

“Baseball your favorite? Or are you more of a football fan?”

“Definitely football,” she said remembering Dawson. At the very least, she semi-paid attention to that.

“Favorite team?”

She didn’t even blink. “Dallas Cowboys.”

“Pretty good, they’ve got a great roster this season. I think Leery’s the best receiver they’ve had in the last twenty years.”

Joey couldn’t help but smile with pride. “I know.”

“I think I hit a soft spot.” He took a sip of his drink.

“I’m just a really big fan,” she lied.

“Darn,” he smiled widely, “I was hoping.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Hoping?”

“Yeah, you’re not like most journalists I’ve met.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope.”

She laughed lightly. “Oh well, always good to be original.”

He leaned back slightly in his chair, this was going well. Usually he had to fight off the questions. This woman was a wonderful breath of fresh air.

Jen was going to kill her. She lost all of the questions and she didn’t find out one thing that was the least bit interesting. She motioned for the waiter. “I think I will have that drink.”

“Excellent.”

Her eyes wandered around the restaurant for a second, falling across the dark corner where she assumed were the restrooms. When an average looking guy with unassuming green eyes turned around the corner, Joey stood up hurriedly. “Would you excuse me?”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded.

She smiled and grabbed her purse disappearing around the corner for the bathroom. She stopped the first guy she saw coming out of the men’s bathroom, a short blonde. “Would you consider yourself a baseball fan?”

“Yeah, I guess. When there isn’t a basketball game on.” The man replied, giving Joey the once over. He smiled flirtatiously once his eyes met hers again.

She ignored the obvious flirt. “Well, I’m with the NBLN and I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“You could ask me *anything.”

“Thank you.” She tried not to blush, this would be easier than she imagined. “If you could ask Pacey Witter any question, pertaining to baseball, what would it be?”

“Hmm,” the man looked impressed. “I guess...I’d want to know what makes him such a good player. He’s young, but he’s got the skills of a player with fifteen years experience in the majors.”

“Uh-huh...” she searched inside her purse for something to write this on. She smiled triumphantly as she pulled out a crumpled napkin and an eyeliner pencil Jen had given her. She jotted the question down and smiled. “Thank you. Your cooperation is much a appreciated.”

“No, problem.” He smiled, “Anything else I can help you with?”

She shook her head. “No, that’ll be all.”

He looked her over once again, “Well, glad I could be of service.”

She smiled politely before moving on to the next guy she saw. Fifteen minutes later, Joey returned to the table. Pacey smiled warmly at her, “I thought for a minute you abandoned me.”

“Just straightening up.” The corner of her mouth turned up faintly as she smoothed out her dress.

“Your drink came,” he gestured to the glass in the center of the table.

“Thanks.” She wrapped her hand around the glass and raised it to her lips, taking a diminutive sip.

He watched her through hooded eyes; there was something off about this woman. He didn’t think much of it, though; she was incredibly appealing to him. Usually he went for blondes, not that he was all that picky, but this woman...she exuded something that had him intrigued. “So, Jen. Tell me about yourself.”

“I thought I was supposed to ask you that.”

He lifted one shoulder, putting his glass down. “I’d rather hear about you.”

“I’m really not that interesting. Besides, I haven’t even asked you any questions yet.”

“So the candy bar one didn’t count?” He winked at her.

“Icebreaker,” she said simply.

“Ahh, so this is where the ruthless questioning begins, right?”

She smiled sweetly. “I’ll do my best to make this quick and painless.”

“If you pull that off, I’ll be forever in your debt.” He gave her a speculative look. “Which might not be such a bad place to be.”

“Okay, question number one...” She smiled faintly and discreetly glanced down at the napkin in her lap. “What makes you such a good player?”

“Kind of a vague question, isn’t it?”

“Well, you’re young but you have the experience of someone who has played at least fifteen years in the majors,” Joey said quoting the guy from earlier.

He smiled, “Well, I have a good memory.”

“Good memory?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “With this sport, it’s not necessarily all about muscle. It’s about using your brain, anticipating the plays, knowing your opponents and your teammates. I do my best to remember what a pitcher’s strong pitches are...what the weak ones are. They’re all different, but if you can keep it straight, you’re gonna be a great hitter. You always have to remember what the managers and coaches tell you before you step up to the plate. They know what to expect. As for my work as a short stop,” he shrugged, “I’m quick. I watch the spin of the ball, I know how the ball will bounce off the grass, and I remember how guys hit. I’m ready for the ball before it gets to me because I’m prepared for it.”

Her eyes widened slightly in awe. “Pretty impressive.”

He chuckled, “It’s not easy to be good. You have to work at it...that’s why it’s so hard to break into professional sports; it’s more than brawn. You have to use your brain a lot, stay alert, remember all the tiny details, and if you’re lucky, you’re still having fun.”

“Are you?” she questioned lightly.

“Yeah,” he smiled, his eyes lighting up. “There’s nothing more thrilling than making a good play and watching it unfold like clockwork. I even like it when I make a mistake, I know what I did wrong, and I love being able to correct the mistake the next time I face that pitcher, or the ball is hit in that exact place I missed last time.”

“So you’re a perfectionist?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he shrugged. “It’s more like I love the game, and I love being able to improve on my performance. You can’t ever be perfect when it comes to baseball.”

“Sounds like you really enjoy what you do,” Joey remarked genuinely.

“I do. I don’t think I could ever find the satisfaction in any other occupation that I do in baseball.” He paused, “At least at this point in my life...who knows what my come down the line?”

“Interesting.”

He smiled, “You sure you shouldn’t be writing this down?”

She shook her head. “Nah.”

“Okay...” he smiled again, drinking the last sips of his drink.

She glanced down at the napkin again. “Makes me wonder what else you’re good at...”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “It’s possible the sooner this interview is over, the sooner you can find out.”

Joey raised her eyes startled. Oh crap, did she say that out loud? Then she shrugged; it wasn’t as if he knew who she really was. She was Jen and Jen would probably flirt. It was harmless. “We’ll see.”

He smiled knowingly, leaning back in his chair as he signaled the waiter for another drink. “You’re even more beautiful when you blush.”

“Thanks.” She cast a furtive look over the paper again. “Next question...”

“Will you have dinner with me?”

“What?” she asked caught off guard.

“After this,” he gestured between them. “When we’re done with all the questions. Would you like to have an early dinner with me?”

“Oh.” She paused thoughtfully. “I don’t think I can.”

“Damn,” he frowned teasingly. “Are you sure there’s no way I can talk you into it?”

“I have a lot of work I need to get done,” she answered honestly. Which was the truth, with this article to write plus her own she was in for double the work.

“I’m new in town, you wouldn’t force a lonely man to eat dinner all alone, would you?”

She bit back a smile. “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone.”

“I already found someone, but she’s making it hard for me to convince her.”

“I’m sure she’d loved to but she’s probably really busy.”

“I’m paying...” he tried to tempt her. For some reason, he really didn’t want this woman to just walk away.

She smirked highly amused. “Oh well in that case...”

“Did my ears deceive me, or did she just agree to have dinner with me?”

“I was going to have to eat anyway.”

“Better to have company then, right?” He smiled. The fact that she’d agreed to eat with him was good enough indication that she was single.

She winked. “It wouldn’t hurt.”

“You’re the native Bostonian.” He smiled self-deprecatingly. “Is that the term? Where do you recommend?”

She shrugged. “It depends.”

“On?” He arched an eyebrow.

“What you’re in the mood to eat?”

“I don’t think you want to know what I’m hungry for,” he replied, a hint of something less than wholesome in his voice.

Her breath caught slightly in her throat and her cheeks flushed. “Oh.”

“So...what do you suggest?” he asked her his eyes smoldering.

Me, she thought. What the hell was she doing? She was letting her current loneliness impede her judgment. Even she had to admit that it’d been months since she’d been on a date and guys weren’t exactly knocking down her door. She shifted in her seat and lowered her gaze, fiddling with her napkin. “Like I said it depends.”

“You know, I’m staying in the hotel. I’ve heard the room service is great. We can go upstairs and order a bottle of wine and once we figure out what we’re hungry for...sample their menu.”

Oh dear lord, she wasn’t actually contemplating this was she? She’d never even thought about doing something like this before but it was kind of exciting. Besides, she wasn’t even Joey Potter. Tonight she was supposed to be Jen Lindley. No one would have to know, she’d probably never even see him again and he didn’t know who she really was. The corner of her mouth turned up in a coquettish smile. “Sounds great.”

“Wonderful,” he nodded gesturing for the check. “Any more questions before we head upstairs?”

“No, I--I think that about covers it.”

He smiled. “I think that was the easies interview I’ve ever had.” The waiter brought the check, and Pacey wrote his name and room number across the line and handed it back to him.

She smiled faintly. “I tried.”

He rose from his chair and pulled hers out for her. “Shall we?” He offered her his hand.

She placed her hand in his. “We shall.”

He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it lightly before turning it over in his hand, and placing a lingering kiss in the palm, his tongue sweeping over the sensitive flesh once before he intertwined his fingers with hers and let their hands fall between them.

She shivered slightly and bit her lip. Jen was going to kill her but it’d probably be worth it. She could get lost in those sapphire blue eyes of his that were looking her as if she was something worth being desired. No one had ever looked at her that way. Jen was one lucky girl.

He led her out of the bar and over to the elevators, hitting the button for the 18th floor. He took a step back, standing close to Joey. “It’s going to be a long ride up,” he murmured in her ear.

She bit the inside of her cheek, placing her hand against the wall for support when she felt her knees weaken at the feel of his warm breath over her skin. There was a nervous kind of excitement building in the pit of her stomach and she willed herself not to chicken out.

The bell signaling the elevator rang and the doors slid open revealing a family of four. Pacey and Joey stepped aside, letting them pass. Then he stepped inside, pulling her with him. Unsteady on her high heels, Joey fell against his chest. “Anxious, aren’t you?” he teased, using his free hand to steady her.

She blushed furiously. “Um, sorry.”

“Hmmm,” he tucked an imaginary hair behind her ear. “Don’t be.”

She smiled, slightly dazed. “Thanks.”

He let his fingers continue to trail down her neck slowly, just grazing her skin.

She bit down on her lower lip and felt the chill on her spine. She was so out of her league. She’d only slept with Dawson a couple of times, and that was back in college before he realized he liked men just as much as she did.

The way she bit down on her lip made it impossible for him to not want to do the same. He leaned in slowly, brushing his lips lightly over hers at first, then pulling away to see her reaction.

A small smile came across her lips. “That was nice.”

“Enough to keep going?” He wondered, already thinking he knew the answer.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He brought his lips back to hers, less gently this time. He moaned lightly as she opened her mouth to him. This woman was addictive. His arms slid easily around her narrow waist as he pulled her closer to him, his tongue seeking entrance to her warm mouth.

If she had any doubts, this clenched them. She sighed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and opening her mouth under his. She shut her eyes savoring the moment. It felt so good to be kissed. She kissed him eagerly, tracing the contour of his mouth with her tongue, sucking fervently on his. He was flesh and steel against her and she never wanted to touch anything more.

Pacey slid his hands down her back; cupping the curve of her ass in his hands, he pulled her against him. Making her aware where this was going, just in case it wasn’t already obvious. It felt wonderful to be holding her in his arms, he knew this was probably his last chance to spend the night with a woman. Most of the baseball season was spent sharing hotel rooms with his teammates, or with his ex. Neither of which offered him a warm bed.

She whimpered quietly at the feel of him with torturous anticipation. She threaded her fingers through his short brown hair.

There was something about this woman...he broke their kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw to her ear. “You make my heart pound,” he murmured.

“The sentiment’s returned,” she breathed lightly.

He kissed her ear, biting the lobe lightly as the doors to the elevator opened onto the twelfth floor.

Pacey lifted his eyes to see an older looking couple join them in the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. Joey buried her face in Pacey’s chest in embarrassment and Pacey removed his hands from her butt to rub her back.

“Hey,” the man interjected after a few minutes of staring at Pacey and Joey out of the corner of his eye. “Aren’t you Pacey Witter? From Chicago?”

Pacey nodded, and held out his hand to shake. “Yes, I am.”

Joey squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t bring herself to look.

“Hmm, wow.” The man stared at Pacey, “Do you think--could I get your autograph?”

The man’s wife rolled her eyes. “Actually,” he smiled, nodding his head to Joey. “I’ve kinda got my hands full.”

Joey raised her head sheepishly and smiled apologetically, moving away. “It’s okay.”

“For your information, I like having my hands full,” he told Joey with a smile. “Um, do you have something to write on?” he asked the man.

“Yeah,” he dug through his pockets for an old receipt. “Clara, do you have a pen?”

With a sigh, she handed Pacey a pen. “Thank you.” He quickly signed the scrap of paper and handed both it and the pen back to the man.

“Thanks a lot for this,” the man smiled, looking down at the signature.

Pacey slid his arms around Joey from behind pulling her back against his chest. “No problem,” Pacey murmured, nuzzling her neck.

She tilted her head a bit, settling against him before straightening up. She felt awkward now with the other couple in the elevator and the interruption made her begin to doubt her decision, giving her time to think.

The elevator doors opened again, and Pacey led her through them, nodding once to the couple. “This is our floor.” He kissed the enticing skin at the crook of her neck.

She smiled, enjoying the constant attention. “Lead the way.”

They moved two doors down, and Pacey fished his electronic key out of his pocket and opened the door. “Drue?” He called warily and getting no answer, he smiled and pulled Joey inside.

Shutting the door, he pushed her against it, claiming her mouth with his. Joey’s eyes widened in surprise before falling shut and she clutched his broad shoulders tightly. He slid his arms around her thin waist, pulling her close to him as her tongue met his again.

Her hands became tangled in his soft hair and she groaned, smoothing her hands, down his neck and to his collar where she began to hurriedly undo buttons.

He reached up as she busied herself with removing his shirt and started removing the pins in her hair. After just three, her thick brown hair tumbled around them in a wave. “Beautiful,” he mumbled, inhaling the scent.

In one swift movement his lips were on hers, devouring her mouth hungrily with his. Her hands became tangled in his soft hair and she groaned, smoothing her hands, down his neck and to his collar where she began to hurriedly undo buttons. He grunted and lifted her and she wrapped her long, slim legs around his waist. Urging herself closer against him, she could feel his longing through the silk material of her dress, and she felt the recognized heat uncoil from her stomach and spread throughout her body as each of his kisses brought a new arousal to life.

He gradually released her, his hand grazing the soft, creamy skin where the strap of her dress rested and he brought it down. His mouth and tongue quickly covering the spot where the cloth had been. “I’ve been waiting all night to see if your skin was as soft and silky as it looked,” he murmured, gently nibbling and suckling on the exposed area.

Joey groaned as his large hands went to cup her breast, the friction of the silk against her heated skin did nothing but arouse her pleasure. His other hand lowered the other strap, revealing a new area of skin that he hadn’t had the pleasure of learning with his mouth yet, and he worked his way over, lavishing her skin with attention. Joey sighed, thankful for not being able to wear a bra under the revealing dress as his tongue lashed at her nipple eagerly, before capturing the hard nub between his teeth and suckling on it greedily.

Joey’s breath was raspy and ragged as he turned his head and generously did the same to the other, kissing and worshipping it with mouth and tongue. She grasped at his shoulders violently, her short nails digging in through the jacket he was wearing as he began to kiss his way down her stomach, leaving hot fiery trails wherever his mouth landed. Joey grunted and urged herself upward, not wanting the sensuous torture to end. Her body asked for what she could not, his breath flowed over the soft hairs at the apex of her thighs.

He grinned and began kissing her inner thighs, working his way down her legs, kneeling before her. His mouth and hands everywhere but where she wanted him to be. Her eyes became heavy with desire, one of his hands secure around her waist as he slipped other hand under the edge of her panties and slid them down her soft legs. He immediately worked his way back up again; his light touches sending new shivers of desire through Joey. He smiled impishly and raised one leg, before gently placing it on his shoulder. He did the same to the other and Joey eyed him curiously, until she became aware of his intent when his warm mouth encountered the bundle of nerves at her legs.

She gasped loudly and bucked her hips forward as he skillfully delved his tongue inside of her, tasting her. She bit her lower lip as he captured the small button of her clit, nibbling and suckling on the hard nub, lashing it with his tongue. He worked a finger inside of her, scraping a blunt nail lightly against the top wall of her passage, already beginning to feel the familiar undulations around his tongue and fingers. Joey groaned as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her and he continued with his exploratory journey, feasting on her like a starving man.

She clutched his shoulders like a lifeline, needing a center to bring her back down to earth. She lowered her eyes and found him staring at her, amusement and glowing ardor etched firmly in the light brown pools. He gently placed her back down onto the floor. Joey laced a hand on the back of his neck and brought his face to hers. She licked his lips lightly, enjoying the taste of her on him, before plunging her tongue into his mouth. She pulled away slightly breathless and began to undress him, taking off his jacket and dress shirt, undoing his pants with ease. He brought her to him for another kiss and lifted her off the ground again.

“You know this might work better if we were on a bed,” he murmured, kissing the honeyed juncture where neck met shoulder.