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Drive Me Crazy — Delilah Devlin
She's out for one night of passion in a trucker's big rig...
This 5000-word erotic short story originally appeared in Best Erotic Romance, but has been expanded. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
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Excerpt:
Just a glimpse of him standing in profile, arms crossed over his well-developed chest and leaning his firm round butt against the dispatch counter, was enough to shore up my weakening resolve. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a black, chest-hugging T-shirt, and a red Razorback ball cap turned backwards on his dark shaggy hair, he was every woman's blue-collar fantasy.
My mouth dried as I glanced down his tall, muscled frame. What woman in her right mind wouldn't want one night with all that ripped hotness?
And that's all it could be--one night. I'd waited until the last possible moment to make my move. The midnight drive to the dispatch office had given me plenty of time to argue my way out of what had seemed like a good plan earlier when I'd realized that the planets had aligned to give me this one last chance to fulfill a long-standing fantasy.
There'd never been the right moment. For the longest time, I was married. When my husband left me for a younger version of me, Danny had been dating a woman with two kids, and seemed to be heading down a straight road to marriage.
We'd flirted; he'd issued lazy, playful invitations for dates or a quickie at the Motel 6 down the road. But I'd never detected even a hint of serious interest. If something was going to happen, I had to be the one to make a move. Today had been my last day at Henderson Transport. It was now or never.
All the reasons why I was crazy to consider this scheme fell away as I ticked through them in my mind:
He's too young--He'll be happy because I won't have any expectations, I said to myself. Well, none beyond a really good time.
I'm management and he's a driver--Midnight had just ticked past, so not true anymore. We were both free agents. Both consenting adults. All he had to do was say yes.
"You'll never see him again," I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my cold hands together. "If he turns you down, you won't have to live with his smug smile."
I sucked in a deep fortifying breath, adjusted the neckline of the red Lycra top to show my breasts to their best advantage, and pushed through the glass door.
This 5000-word erotic short story originally appeared in Best Erotic Romance, but has been expanded. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
*~*~*~*~*
Excerpt:
Just a glimpse of him standing in profile, arms crossed over his well-developed chest and leaning his firm round butt against the dispatch counter, was enough to shore up my weakening resolve. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a black, chest-hugging T-shirt, and a red Razorback ball cap turned backwards on his dark shaggy hair, he was every woman's blue-collar fantasy.
My mouth dried as I glanced down his tall, muscled frame. What woman in her right mind wouldn't want one night with all that ripped hotness?
And that's all it could be--one night. I'd waited until the last possible moment to make my move. The midnight drive to the dispatch office had given me plenty of time to argue my way out of what had seemed like a good plan earlier when I'd realized that the planets had aligned to give me this one last chance to fulfill a long-standing fantasy.
There'd never been the right moment. For the longest time, I was married. When my husband left me for a younger version of me, Danny had been dating a woman with two kids, and seemed to be heading down a straight road to marriage.
We'd flirted; he'd issued lazy, playful invitations for dates or a quickie at the Motel 6 down the road. But I'd never detected even a hint of serious interest. If something was going to happen, I had to be the one to make a move. Today had been my last day at Henderson Transport. It was now or never.
All the reasons why I was crazy to consider this scheme fell away as I ticked through them in my mind:
He's too young--He'll be happy because I won't have any expectations, I said to myself. Well, none beyond a really good time.
I'm management and he's a driver--Midnight had just ticked past, so not true anymore. We were both free agents. Both consenting adults. All he had to do was say yes.
"You'll never see him again," I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my cold hands together. "If he turns you down, you won't have to live with his smug smile."
I sucked in a deep fortifying breath, adjusted the neckline of the red Lycra top to show my breasts to their best advantage, and pushed through the glass door.
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