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Category: Erotica/Romance
Description: At a Hanukkah party, June meets a man named Jason. He may be mostly making eye contact with her breasts, but other than that, he seems nice enough, and he is the hottest guy there. Upon leaving, they end up sharing a cab, but after a very sexy suggestion from Jason, June decides to share a little more than just a ride...
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [19 KB]
Words: 3412
Reading time: 9-13 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

From Top to Bottom

Maggie Morton

It was three winters ago when I met Jason. That year, I'd started wearing scarves, scarves of many colors and many fabrics. One was silk paisley, one was green and black cotton, and one was sky blue and long, long, long. That one was how I got into trouble in the first place.

I was going to more and more parties the closer it drew to Christmas, and they were even starting to take on the colors of the season-green and red, or yellow and gold, if it was Hanukkah themed. The party that stood out, because of the sex, because of what I did after I left, that one was a yellow and gold party, so I wore my sky blue scarf and a gold, shimmery sheath dress under a thick black pea coat. Embarrassingly, it was still a little cold inside my friend's house, so my lack of a bra-showing off the points of my lovely, very stiff nipples-brought a few unsubtle glances, yes, and a bit of a lack of eye contact, from certain men, as well as a few women.

One man in particular was by far the rudest. He had a halo of thick, wiry black hair, and was dressed in black as well, from his boots to his CBGB's tee, and had to be the most attractive guy there, but still, My eyes are not on my breasts, you know, I found myself thinking. He was polite other than that, and as I prepared to leave, he offered to catch me a cab, and then it turned out we were going in the same direction.

Sitting side by side, we were both silent for the first few blocks. Then....

"So, I was wondering," he said, a slight crook to his lips, "I was wondering if you'd like to come to my place instead of yours. I have some really good Russian vodka, and some...well, what do you think?" He reached out, and gently ran the tips of his fingers against my neck, a touch which I quickly realized I was not adverse to, not in the least. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, and what he said surprised me. "You wouldn't believe what I could do with a scarf that long," were his words. Well, that settled it.

"We'll only be making one stop," I told the cab driver, and I could swear I heard a leer in his voice when he replied, "You got it, miss."

Once we were inside his home, I found myself chuckling a little as he helped me out of my coat. "You know, I just realized, I don't even know your name!"

"It's Jason. Jason Andrews. And I already know yours, Miss June."

"Yes," I turned towards him, grinning as I continued, "But do you know my last name?"

Instead of answering, he reached out, ran his thumb across my lips, most likely smearing my lipstick across my cheek. Then his fingers cupped my chin, tilting it up, moving my face from side to side. "You're quite beautiful, June Dyer. But you probably know that. Have you...have you ever been tied up before?" He was smiling now, almost like he knew what my answer would be. He probably did, the bastard, because I was quite certainly blushing now.

"No, no. I mean, I guess I've wanted to be...restrained, but I...I can't believe I'm talking about this with you!" I laughed, tried to turn my face away from him, but now he gripped my chin firmly. I found I could only turn down my eyes, my shame only making me blush harder.

"I don't want you to feel...forced," he said, as he removed his hand from my face, and I looked at him as he sucked his thumb into his mouth, the one that had touched my lips. It was almost like a kiss. Almost.