by Amara Kent
“It’s not, huh? I assume he called you?”
“Well, I most definitely did not call him,” I snap.
“How long were you on the phone with him for?”
I glance down at my watch and see that it’s now five p.m. Calculating the time I got back and when he masturblocked me, I’ve been talking to him for… fuck. Off.
“An hour,” I grumble.
“Wow. Are you sure you don’t want anything to do with him? I think someone may be fooling themselves.”
“I am not fooling myself.” I walk away to go back into my room. I’m not looking to having this conversation with her.
“You know, you might as well just dive in and go for it. What’s the harm?” she calls after me.
Chapter Twelve
Ren
I look down at the list of issues the tech team is having with the new design software. When I first envisaged this idea, I had a clear picture of how it would run. I could see designers everywhere using this. Not only graphic designers, but artists and marketing companies. It’s an all in one tablet device with a smartpen that can give you so much more freedom than you’ve ever had with what is currently on the market. This will ensure smooth exporting, with the biggest thing being the sharing capabilities. Designing software is already a leap forward, but now, it will revolutionize the industry. Well, I’m hoping it will. That is, if we can solve the major glitches brought forward to me. My hand scrubs across my face as I think through all the ways the issues can be fixed and come up short. I’m tired and have had shitty sleep the past couple of days because of these. No matter what solutions I come with, there doesn’t seem to be one that will successfully correct them. We’ve promised the board that we would have a prototype for them by the end of the year. At the rate we’re going, that won’t happen. We still have so much more to do. They want an update next week, and I can’t give them anything positive since the last time I spoke to them. The only saving grace is that we don’t have a release date, but with how much we hyped this up, they aren’t going to wait forever.
“Another late night, boss?” I look up to see Jack, the best damn assistant one could ask for, standing at my office door.
“Yeah. I need to figure this out,” I respond exasperatedly.
“Why don’t you take the night off?” he suggests.
“I can’t. The board are—”
“Expecting an update on the software and you can’t tell them you still haven’t come up with a solution to the glitches. I know. But forcing yourself to see something when you’re not mentally capable, isn’t going to make the solution appear. Go home. Get some rest and start with refreshed eyes and a clear mind tomorrow.”
“Are you giving me orders, Jack?” I retort in jest.
“Yes, I am. Because somebody has to.”
“And why are you still here, huh?” I throw back.
“I’m just about to leave. Selena and I are going out to a local American bar.”
“Have fun. And tell Selena I said hi.”
“Will do, boss. Promise me you’ll go home,” he begs softly.
“I will,” I respond.
“There’s a blanket and a couple of pillows in your cupboard.”
I snigger. “How’d you know?” I ask.
“Because I’ve been working with you ever since you built this company. You don’t think by now I don’t know when you’re lying to me?” he calls out.
I chuckle, shaking my head. I return to the matter at hand and stare at the first problem I have. The one where the sharing capability fails to work. I look at the codes, the conversations it’s having with the other ones, trying to figure out the point of miscommunication. Where is the break in the discussion? Where the fuck are you? I’ve been at this damn thing for the past hour when my phone pings with a message. Picking it up, I’m glad, yet confused when I see Kerri’s name flash across the screen.
Kerri:
Don’t look too much into this… but what are you doing tonight?
My brows shoot up to the ceiling. Are my eyes deceiving me? I shake my head, blink a few times and read the message again. No, they aren’t. The queen of stubbornness has messaged, asking me what I’m doing tonight.
Me:
I’m currently in the office. Why? And why shouldn’t I look too much into it?
Kerri:
Because I’m agreeing to a one-night stand.
A satisfied smile spreads across my lips. I knew it. It was only a matter of time, but she was always going to come running to me. All you need to do is hit them with the goods, and the rest will play out just as they should. Do you think I was being the typical sleazy guy? No. The night I ran into her at the club and she told me she wanted me to go home with her, I knew it was only a matter of time. I just had to cast out the line and wait for her to take the bait. Yes, I’m a disgusting monster.
Me:
I’m sorry, but I don’t fuck the same girl more than once.
What? You thought I would make this easy on her?
Kerri:
Okay. That’s fine. I figured that since you’ve been chasing me this whole time, I would give you the first shot. If you’re going to play that game, I’ll just go out and find some other sexy bachelor to have wild, dirty sex with.
A picture message follows of an attractive guy. He has that typical businessman look. Slicked back hair with glasses and dressed in what appears to be an expensive suit, but is merely a knockoff. I know my suits.
Me:
Are you trying to make me jealous? Because let me tell you this now, Miss Kerri. I’m not wired like that.
Kerri:
No. Just showing you what you’re missing.
Three little dots appear before another picture message shows up with her in lace panties and a bra, with a business shirt on that falls slightly over one shoulder. Her hair is up in a messy pony. Loose hairs frame her face, and she has a come fuck me look.
Touché.
Me:
And why the sudden change, Miss No Returns Policy?
Kerri:
Since a certain someone deprived me of what was sure to be an explosive orgasm by rudely calling me. I feel it’s within your responsibility to make sure that I get one this time.
Unless you’re not up for the challenge?
Me:
It’s not a challenge if I can make it happen.
Kerri:
Prove it.
Oh, I’ll most definitely prove it. I punch out a quick text, giving her the address of my apartment and telling her to meet me there in an hour.
Me:
Oh… and you better be wearing what you’re wearing in the photo
Kerri:
I’ll wear what I damn well want to.
And this is the reason I can’t seem to get her out of my head. I plan on putting that mouth to some good use tonight.
I’ve been at home for the past half an hour. I’m starting to think she’s lost her nerve. I go to send her a message when my intercom rings. I walk over and see her sexy self in a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt. What the fuck? I press the button.
“I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong house,” I advise through the speaker.
She sticks her middle finger up at me. “Just let me in, asshole.”
With a chuckle, I let her into the building. I open the door to my apartment and stand in the entrance, waiting for her to walk the few meters to my front door. I smile when I see her. Because even in sweatpants, she’s still sexy as hell. I’m convinced she could wear a sack and still make it work.
“I thought I told you to wear what you did in the photo,” I demand, as she walks toward me.
“And I told you I’ll wear what I damn well want to,” she snarks back. “Remember. This is a one-time-only thing. After tonight, we are never to see each other ever again. You got it this time?” she asks, slipping past me and entering my house. I smile as she slips out of her shoes and enters the hallway, hips swinging from side to si
de, mesmerizing me. When we reach the open-plan living room, she spins around and hits me with a look. “You got that, or are you too busy checking out my ass?”
“Who said I was checking out your ass?” I retort.
She steps up to me. Getting real close, grabbing my hand, and placing it on her butt. Controlling my movements, she slides my hand over her ass, forcing me to cup it. I bite down on my lip and the corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk.
“You better control him. We haven’t even gotten started,” she says, glancing down at my obvious erection, tenting my sweatpants.
“The only thing being controlled around here will be you,” I say.
“Bedroom,” she demands.
I walk past her, leading her to my bedroom. Switching the light on, I hold the door open until she’s in, closing it behind us. Not that there’s any need, I’m the only person who lives here. When I turn around, she’s completely devoid of the clothes she came here in. Leaving her in nothing but the sexy lingerie set I saw her in, in the picture. I prowl toward her, lifting her and throwing her on the bed. A gasp leaves her and I watch as her full perky tits bounce.
She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me with those intense emerald-green eyes of hers. She looks stunning.
“You plan on fucking me telekinetically?” she asks with a cheeky grin.
“Miss Kerri, I plan on fucking you in every way that’s possible to fuck you,” I respond. A sexual need washes over in her eyes and she sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth. “But first. I want that pretty mouth around my cock.” I take my shirt off, tossing it off to the side, keeping eye contact as I hook my thumbs into my pants and slowly pull them down. I relish the manner in which her eyes widen at seeing me. Giving my cock a few strokes, I gesture to her with a single finger to come over to me. She practically leaps off the bed and I step back, allowing her to get on her knees in front of me. With utter exhilaration, I place my finger on her bottom lip and push down, opening her mouth.
She lifts her hands, and I slap them away, earning me a frown. I told her she would have no control tonight. I plan on taking what is mine for the night and taking her in every way I see fit. Because this little minx has had me waiting for nearly two weeks with her avoidance games. Dropping her hands, I move forward so the head of my dick is close to her mouth. A bead of pre-cum sits on my slit, and I wipe it up with my thumb and then along her tongue. She moans. I take the tip, resting it lightly on her lip and… What the fuck? Is she laughing?
An involuntary growl leaves me. She attempts to stifle her laughter by cupping her hand over her mouth. “The first time I’ve ever had a woman laugh at my dick in their mouth,” I say coolly.
“Sorry. Sorry. Nothing funny about it,” she apologizes, trying to contain herself.
“Care to share with the rest of the class, Miss Kerri?”
“It’s just… never mind, it’s nothing,” she waves me off. My brows cinch together and she rolls her eyes. Are you fucking kidding me? You laugh at me, and I’m the one that’s being stupid? “I dreamed of this same situation the other night.”
Okay. Not what I expected. “Really?” She nods. “Care to share?” I ask.
She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she maintains eye contact as she slowly takes me. A light brushing of her lips along my dick as she takes all of me in her mouth. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. If she fucks as good as she teases then I’m going to end up coming in her mouth, rather than where I want to. She keeps on going until I feel the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, just stares deep into my eyes as she slowly and excruciatingly, slides back up my length. Her teeth grazing me lightly along the way. Her intent to drive me insane is strong, and I want to punish her for it, but I hold back. If I let loose, it means that this whole encounter will be over before I want it to be. I plan to make sure this lasts for as long as possible. Convincing her to return is one thing, but I highly doubt that forcing her to stay will be a possibility. I put my hand lightly on her head and stroke her hair. The urge to thrust my cock deep in her mouth and fuck it hard overwhelms me. She knows this. The mischievous glint in her eye, giving away her cruel sexual torture. She speeds up a little. Not enough to have me emptying into her like a teen, but the way she takes me in deep every time creates this aching need. It’s similar to the feeling when you’re about to orgasm, and then some asshole prevents you from doing that. I need her to go faster, but the little vixen won’t because it’s her time for control. She stops. My dick hitting her tonsil and a frown creases my forehead. What the? My hand fists in her hair. With a wicked smile, she releases with pop and stands up.
“Get on the bed,” she orders. I lift a brow and she shoots me a look. “I can always leave if you’d prefer.”
With a silent chuckle, I shake my head and do as I’m told. She walks gracefully over to me, getting on the bed and straddling me. She looks so beautiful right now, with her hair falling around her shoulders. Her dark brown hair making her eyes brighter. Silence befalls us as we stare into each other’s eyes. She licks her lips and I rip my eyes from her soulful orbs to the movement of her tongue. She leans down and kisses me. It’s not as passionate as I had expected. It’s soft and sensuous, which only makes me more desperate to take her. My dick twitching in response. Her lips travel up my chin, until she reaches my lobe tugging at it with her teeth. I exhale a groan. Her hand slides up the inside of my thigh and she cups my balls, massaging them.
“How does that feel?” she whispers.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
I clear my throat and some of the fog from my mind. “It’s not what I want you to do to me, but what I want to do to you,” I admit.
“In due time. Patience. Just lie back and relax. Trust me, this will be so much better for you in the end. I’ve found that immersing yourself in the moment and not trying to be the hare and rush to the finish line, really gives you a more intense orgasm. It’s so visceral, you feel it deep in your soul.”
Kerri’s lips land back on mine. Her tongue delving deep as she kisses me with fervor. The raging sensations are overwhelming and it’s almost as if two different people are having their way with me. My hips buck involuntarily, and she giggles satisfactorily in my mouth. I grip her head, pulling her closer into me. I need to push her away, but I want her closer at the same time. I’ve never had a woman who’s elicited such a feeling from me, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I’m being driven crazy with the way she’s tenderly touching me. Languid motions of her hands as she cups my balls in her hand, while stroking the smooth section just past my dick. It’s a juxtaposition to the way she passionately takes my mouth. She’s not even sucking me, and it’s feeling this good. Soon, I feel the tightness in my balls, and I know I’m about to release. It rises quickly within me, but just before I get there, everything stops and I’m slammed straight back down to Earth. I feel her weight lift off of me and when I open my eyes, she’s putting her clothes back on.
Hang on.
“What the hell?” I ask a little too aggressively.
“What? You thought we were going to have sex?” She chuckles wickedly. “That’s what you get for fucking up my orgasm the other day with your incessant calling.” With a wink, she opens the door to my room and walks out.
I don’t fucking think so. If she thinks she’s going to get away from me that easily, she has no idea who she’s contending with. I shuffle off the bed and fling open my bedroom door. I find her at my front door, and I run to stop her from leaving. I spin her around, slamming her against the door as she goes to grab the handle. Chest heaving, she looks up at me. Her eyes going dark.
“Did you seriously think you could get away from me?” I ask softly. My voice going deep.
“As much as you thought you were going to get any.”
I’m forced back as she pushes me with her hands. I eat away the space between us and slam her against the door again, throwing her hands ab
ove her head. Her breathing comes out labored; heart beating rapidly. So, Miss Kerri likes it rough.
“You best not run from me. I’m not known for chasing my prey, but I’ll make you an exception. If you run, I will hunt you down. I will win. And you will end up beneath me.”
“Are you going to talk about it, or do it? So far, you’re a man of words and no actions,” she says. Testing me. “If I wanted a sexless monologue, I would go watch a play.”
With a low growl, I slam my lips on her. Stifling her moan, I slip my tongue between her lips and find hers. She tastes amazing, and I love the way our tongues dance with each other. Grinding my hard cock into her pantie-covered pussy, I let go of her wrists and lift her. She hooks her legs around my waist. I break the kiss, traveling to her neck, and nipping at the soft skin. Her head falls back with a thud, giving me better access. Drawing her skin in between my teeth, I suck. She mewls at the sensation, meeting the movements of my hips with her own. Walking through my apartment, I enter my bedroom and kick the door closed behind me.
“Stand,” I order, removing my lips from her neck. A little patch of red has blossomed, and I smile at the mark I’ve left on her. “Turn around and get on the ottoman.”
She does as I say, and despite being in the dumpiest clothing known to man, she still looks fucking sexy. Which, if you’re wondering, is not a great feat any woman can pull off unless they’re showing some kind of skin. She looks back at me. A question in her eyes.
“Take your sweatshirt off.”
Kerri shuffles around on the ottoman, giving me a clear view of her as she locks eyes with me and slowly pulls down the zipper of her sweatshirt. Slowly, she peels off the garment, one sleeve at a time, before depositing it on the floor, quickly followed by her bra. Sexy is not a word to be used when describing this woman. Her hair falls in lazy tendrils around her shoulders, stopping alluringly on her cleavage, which rises and falls slowly with her breaths. My gaze stops to the various scars scattered across her stomach and shoot her a questioning look.