We pull up to my house a lot later than I expected. Well honestly, I'm not sure what I was expecting so forget I even said that. Solomon hops out to open my door, takes my hand and places a soft kiss on the back, as I get out. His eyes burn into mine and I'm tingling all over. He walks me to my door and waits for me to open it. Looking up at him, I'm holding my breath, anxiety kicking me in the ass.

A soft smile plays on his lips, he tilts his head slightly and his voice is low, "I had an amazing time tonight Victoria."

"So did I Solomon."

He takes a step towards me, watching me. Taking a hand, he softly rubs up and down my arm, and pulls me into him by my waist. Leaning into me, Solomon places a sweet lingering kiss on my forehead, while I exhale.

I feel him smile, as he pulls away and chuckles. "So what are you doing tomorrow?"

Smiling up at him, I just say, "Call me."

Closing the door, I smile big! I'm not sure how long this no sex thing is going to work for us because seriously, you could cut the tension with a knife, but I had so much fun with him tonight. It reminded me of our time in Grenada. We had so much fun and we connected on so many levels. It's that connection that made our date so good tonight. I just have to make him see that our feelings for each other are stronger than a PhD.

*Two months later*

Can you say sexually frustrated? Ugh!!! Do women get blue balls? I know we don't have balls so what do you call it? Blue clit? Whatever the hell you call it, that's what I have! Two months!!! Two damn months?!? Who the hell does this??? I can't believe that he hasn't really touched me. I mean come on...I know he wants me. I've felt him hard against me on more than one occasion but not one time has he acted on it. Last night I just knew it was going to happen. We had come back from a night out dancing and were sitting in his car making out like horny teenagers whose parents were in the house. He pulled me into his lap, and I could feel how hard he was but as soon as I reached for his belt, he grabbed my hands. Can you believe that? He stopped me! What man does that??? He slid me back to my seat and got out. I could see him in the side mirror, standing with his back against the truck, head back, eyes closed and breathing deep. When he finally got to my door, he pulled me out and literally pushed me inside my house. His voice was deep and full of tension. He told me to have a good night, and he would call me tomorrow. 

So...desperate times call for desperate measures. And this girl, right here, is desperate.

I've showered, put on my sexiest black lace thong, matching lace bra, that barely contains my tits, thigh stockings and black garters. Slipping on my red bottom pumps, I run my fingers through my curls and grab my coat. I'm getting something from this man...ta-day!

Pulling my car into a spot next to his truck, I decide to call him, just to make sure he's not in the middle of something major. Honestly though, I don't really care. I'm a woman on a mission.

He answers, "Hey Victoria, how are you?"

"I'm great Solomon. How's your day going? Are you busy?"

"I do have a lot going on but never too busy for you. What's going on?"

I walk quickly across to the main door of the building and press for the elevator.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to hear your voice...I'm missing you."

He chuckles and then I say, "Solomon I'm sorry but I have to take this call. I'll call you back in a few."

Ending the call before I get on the elevator, I can feel nerves radiating in my belly, but my pussy is tingling with something else. 

Excitement.

Desire.

Need. 

Stepping off, I glance through the doors, looking for Calvin but he's nowhere to be found. Perfect. I hope that means he's not in.

I make my way in, and Solomon calls from the back, "I'll be right out." I can't believe he hasn't seen me on the office cameras but apparently not. Before he comes out, I quietly walk to his back office and open the door.

He sounds annoyed, "What the hell..." but then his face turns to instant confusion. "Victoria what's---"

He never finishes his question. Before he can get his next words out, I let my coat fall open. Completely open for him to see everything. He stands there with his mouth open, as his wide eyes that glide up and down my form. And he whispers to himself, "Ooooh shit."