U need sex.
Well, duh. Who didn’t? Carly Greene stared at the text from Harmonie, hot history teacher extraordinaire and one of her besties. They’d talked about that very thing—both of them needing some hot, mindless sex—last week at Lucky’s when Carly and the rest of her teacher buds had gathered for drinks. Lately, it seemed the only sex Carly got was from Mr. Bunny, the battery-powered boyfriend in her nightstand. She wasn’t the only one either. Out of their whole group Eve was about the only one getting regular booty calls, and that was just because she was married to the way-too-sexy Tanner.
U gotta guy for me? Carly texted back and didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
Ur at a geek convention. They r all horny.
Carly had come to the bar after the rubber chicken conference dinner, hoping to relax a bit, but the crush of people and the crowded dance floor had just made her feel more isolated. She glanced along the length of the wooden bar and saw a guy standing at the corner. Now there was some eye candy. And he was staring back. At her.
U need sex.
Harmonie was right about that. Maybe what she really needed was a mind-blowing, no-holds-barred, no-strings fling with something tall, hot, and horny. Bonus that he didn’t look like the average computer geek.
Carly met Mr. Hottie’s smoldering gaze, picked up her beer bottle and took a long, slow sip, then caressed the length of the cold glass with her fingertips. She was being deliberately provocative. For once, she wanted simply to cut loose with no thought to the past or the future. Hopefully, he’d get the hint. His gaze shifted to her lips, lower to her tits, and back up again.
Oh yeah. He was definitely interested. Carly could already feel the moisture in her panties. The man was incredibly hot. Tall and lean, his broad shoulders were encased in a snug polo shirt. Those yummy shoulders tapered down to slender hips in form-fitting jeans. His dark hair, hard to tell what color in this light, was professionally cut. And when he smiled? Not only had he shown off straight, white teeth, but a great dimple in one cheek that suddenly made him look as human as he did perfect.
He picked up his beer and headed her way. The sex gods must be smiling. The heat in Carly’s pussy went from zero to sixty in nothing flat. This was exactly what she needed, and if he turned out to have a voice like Mickey Mouse, there was always Mr. Bunny…or a gag.
* * * *
Nat Williams had signed up for the summer computer expo at the beach long before he’d transferred to his new job. He’d been tempted to cancel, but his new superintendent had urged him to go since he’d already paid for it. Not only was some of the newest technology on display, but vendors were demonstrating the latest educational software. Now, looking at the woman smiling at him from halfway down the bar, he was glad he’d listened.
Two more days of mind-numbing seminars and chicken dinners, and Nat feared he’d go insane. However, he was determined to liven things up a bit, and the woman sucking so seductively on that beer might be just the person to help him do it. He would enjoy the chance to get a little freaky before he had to turn back into the epitome of stern and conservative. He’d definitely revisited some of his man-whore ways over the summer, but lately, none of those hook-ups had done it for him. Maybe this time would be different.
Watching her full lips on the beer bottle’s rim was already making his cock do a happy dance, and his brain play a movie of her mouth wrapped around his dick. The woman had a body made for sex, and that was exactly what he was looking to supply.
The spot next to her opened. Nat picked up his beer and slid in beside her, extending his hand. “Hi. I’m Nat.”
“Carly.” Her voice was throaty, sexy, and his cock stiffened a bit more. He was a sucker for voices. Always had been.
“You here for the conference?” he asked, hoping he got a yes in return. Conferences and conventions always seemed to have a free pass for sex tucked somewhere in the sign-in materials and promotional giveaways.
He nodded. “Most of what I wanted to find out happened today, but I figured I’d stick around for a little while. What about you?”
“Someone from my office had to go,” Carly told him in that throaty, seductive voice of hers. “Since I was the newest, I got elected.”
The band came back on stage and began playing some classic dance tunes. Nat glanced at the musicians and the teeny tiny dance floor. His imagination immediately had her rubbing up against him in time with the music.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
Nat wasn’t a huge fan of dancing, but if it would get him close to Carly’s curvy body, he was more than ready. His cock jumped a bit more when her smile widened.
“I’d love to.”
He held out his hand and watched her slide off the stool. She wasn’t tall, about chin height, but boy was everything in just the right places. Her short, dark hair framed her pixie-like face in a halo of curls and made those blue eyes staring up at him seem even bigger than they were. Bedroom eyes that begged to be taken straight to the fun part. His cock throbbed.
How long had it been since he’d fucked anyone? Too long, if you asked his dick, but Nat would cure that particular problem in short order. At least, he hoped so.
The music switched to something slow and sexy as they stepped onto the postage stamp excuse of a dance floor. Nat grinned as he pulled the super sexy Carly up close. Molded chest to thighs, he felt every soft curve of her, just as he was sure she felt the part of him getting harder and bigger. When she didn’t back away from the contact, Nat let his hands glide from her waist to her butt. He really needed a chance to relax before he settled into his new job, and man, he hoped Carly was willing to play.
His balls tightened. Lord did she have a great ass. Round and tight, he could just imagine rubbing his dick up between those sweet cheeks, maybe even dipping in between.
Her arms wrapped behind his neck. “You feel amazing,” she whispered in that husky voice.
“So do you.” He squeezed her ass just a little, and she rubbed against his aching cock. “I may be shooting myself in the foot here,” he murmured, “but how about a walk on the beach?”
“Just a walk?” her question came out on a soft chuckle.
Nat rubbed one hand up and down her narrow back. “A walk, or whatever you want.”
His friend Ben now leaned against the bar as Nat followed Carly from the floor. Ben’s blond brows arched and his mouth quirked in amusement. Nat grinned back then shifted his gaze back to Carly, his eyes glued to the gentle sway of her hips in the swingy sundress she had on. He adjusted his dick into a more comfortable position, then while she gathered her phone and her purse, he paid for their beers and took her elbow. His cock was more than ready for the ending Nat hoped this night would have.