by Alina Jacobs
She crooked her finger. I picked her up easily and set her on the polished concrete counter. Josie wrapped her legs around me. My pants were tight as her hips rolled against me.
"This is a nice surprise," she purred. "Giving me your nine inches of heartthrob in the biggest condo in New York."
"It's not that big," I said, kissing her neck.
"It's not the size that matters. It's how you use it," she quipped. Her hand palmed the bulge in my pants, slowly pulling down the zipper. "And you use it very well."
As much as I wanted to fuck her there on the counter, I had something better planned. "Your surprise," I groaned.
"There's more?"
"There's always more."
I went into the never-used dining room and picked up the packages. I'd had them delivered to the condo. Both boxes were wrapped in metallic wrapping paper and decorated with large pink bows.
Josie clapped her hands when she saw the boxes. "They're so shiny!" She carefully unwrapped them. "I want to save the paper," she explained. She opened the box and immediately started laughing.
57
Josie
I pulled the tiny strip of black lacy lingerie out of the tissue paper. "Is this what I think it is?" I asked, laughing.
"While they don't sell shelf bras in the small, wholesome town of Harrogate, they do sell them all over the place in Manhattan," Mace said. From the expression on his face, I knew he was salivating to see me in the shelf bra.
"You have a dirty mind, Mace," I teased. "I knew someone who fixated on schedules was up to no good."
"Getting you off in the office didn't clue you in?" he asked innocently.
"Dare I ask what's in this box?" I said as I wriggled the top off then gasped. In the box were a familiar pair of fishnet stockings attached to a pair of black open-toe stilettoes. "You didn't!" I said, laughing.
"I can't believe they sell these in Harrogate but no shelf bras," he said, grinning. "Seems like they should go hand in hand."
"Where is your bathroom?" I asked, picking up the items. "I'm going to try these on."
"Down the hall, take a right into what looks like a sitting room but then keep going through the master bedroom, and it's on your left."
I blinked at him.
"On second thought," Mace said, picking me up as I shrieked. "Let me just take you there. Can't have you getting lost."
I shooed him out of the bathroom when he set me down. Partly because I had to sit on the floor with my legs up in the air to put on tights and partly because I needed to have a mini orgasm, looking at his bathroom.
It was huge—at least three times the size of my tiny house. It was white and gray, with similarly polished concrete countertops to the kitchen and a large plush rug in the center of the room in front of the tub.
I did some quick yoga poses just because I could. Even though Mace said he was never here, the whole place smelled like him. I stripped, and when the slightly chilly air hit my nipples, they went pebble hard.
Laying back on the rug, I slowly eased my feet in the shoes then rolled the black fishnet tights up. Though surely the designer didn't expect people to go commando with these shoes-tights, underwear would look dumb. I was just glad that I had mowed the lawn before I came to the conference.
I put on the shelf bra. It was soft, softer than it looked with all the lace. It must have been expensive. It was like a pushup bra, with the cups missing. I turned around to look at myself in the mirror, thinking I was going to look stupid, but actually I looked, well, it was really erotic. The high heels on the shoes perked up my butt. The waistband on the fishnets sat at the narrowest part of my waist, accentuating the curve. Though the shelf bra was small, it did live up to its name. My boobs were pushed up, the nipples high and erect. On the back of the shoe-tights, there was a black ribbon down each leg like you would see in the vintage tights from the forties. It was like a landing strip from my feet to my happy place.
I swung the bathroom door open and sauntered out. Mace stood up off the bed and said, "Fuck."
"That's the idea," I told him. I walked up to him. He brought up his hands but didn't touch me, just ran them down the airspace around me. I could feel the warmth radiating off them.
"You are so fucking hot," he growled. His voice was low and deep; it rumbled around the room. Mace looked at me like I was a dessert buffet and he wasn't sure if he wanted to start with the macarons or the mousse.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Mr. CEO," I told him. Just seeing the desire on his face was making me wet and hot.
I reached up to loosen his tie. That contact jumped the spring, and Mace crushed me to him, devouring my mouth, his hands running up and down my body, cupping my ass, stroking my breasts. He kissed his way down my neck to a breast, putting it in his mouth, rolling the nipple with his tongue.
"Your tits are so amazing," he whispered as his fingers traced the lace edges of the bra. I let my fingers comb through his hair, and Mace undid the buttons on his dress shirt while he teased my nipples.
When his shirt fell to the floor, he stood tall before me. His large hands rested on my hips, his thumbs running along the narrow black waistband of the fishnet tights. I let the palms of my hands rest on his collarbones then travel down over the slight curve of his pecs then over the ridges on his abs to his belt.
As I undid it slowly, my nipples, high and perky because of the shelf bra, brushed against the skin of his chest. My pussy felt hot and wet, and I just wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand and his tongue and his cock.
Instead of giving me what I craved, he was making this infuriatingly slow motion of running his fingertips over the wide fishnet pattern. I threw his belt to the floor then undid his pants.
"You going to fuck me with this?" I breathed, slipping my hand into his boxer briefs. "Or are you going to stand there?"
He grinned. "I'm trying to decide if this fishnet pattern is wide enough to fuck you through it or if I'm going to have to rip them," he replied in a dangerously low voice. "I'm pretty sure I can get my fingers through."
I shivered as his hand moved down, down, the other caressing my ass. The lower hand slipped between my legs. I widened my stance.
"You look so fuckable in those shoes," Mace said, then his fingers pushed through one of the holes of the tights. There was a seam down the center, and though he was able to work around the fishnet, it wasn't enough for me.
"You're just teasing," I gasped.
"You said you didn't want me to rip these," he said, his tone infuriatingly mild.
"I wanted to wear them more than once," I said breathlessly as his mouth went back to my tits, teasing the nipple.
Mace stepped out of his pants, pushing me back a few steps and spreading my legs wider apart.
I groaned as he kissed his way down. His tongue poked through the fishnet, and the pressure of his mouth rubbed some of the fishnet fabric against my pussy, a delicious friction. My legs were about as stable as a Fruit by the Foot, and I leaned against Mace. He held me up, his hands on my hips as his tongue traced the pink folds.
Mace stood up abruptly.
"Don't stop," I groaned, reaching for him. Mace picked me up, large hands on my waist, and put me on the bed. "You going to fuck me?" I begged, chest heaving.
"Yes, but I think I'm going to have to rip these," he said and reached down. The fabric pulled then ripped.
"They should have just made these with a strategic opening," I said as his mouth went back down. My legs were spread. My feet were on the floor in the heels, the height of them bringing my hips up at an angle.
Mace took full advantage and slid two fingers in my opening to stroke me as his tongue sucked at my clit. After all the teasing, it didn't take long for him to bring me to the edge. I dug my nails into his scalp as I came.
"Fuck," I whimpered as I watched him slide on a condom.
"That's happening next," he said, giving me only a slight breather before he slid into me. I moaned as his cock, thick
and long, filled me. He stood in front of me and lifted my hips up and fucked me. I couldn't reach to grab him, so I twisted my hands in the sheets as he thrust into me, his fingers digging into my ass through the fishnets.
I felt like I was almost about to come, and I reached up to pinch my nipple, needing more stimulation. Mace stopped and pulled me upright, kissing me, his tongue claiming my mouth.
"It's so hot when you do that," he said, his mouth moving to my breast.
Mace picked me up and pushed me back farther on the bed. I spread my legs, and he kissed from my tits down to the waistband of the fishnets and lower. The heels of the stilettoes dug into the mattress as he went lower, his mouth teasing my clit.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," I said, desperate for his cock.
"I love making you come," he said, then his mouth was back. He teased and nipped as I begged him to fuck me.
I came, cursing him. I pulled him up to me, my nails digging in the ridges of muscles on his back. "Fuck me," I mumbled against his mouth. I heard him rip open a condom packet.
"One day," he said, ignoring my orders and instead teasing me with his cock, stroking it on my clit then teasing my opening but not giving me what I needed, "I want to watch you on my desk, your legs spread, stroking yourself, telling me all the dirty things you want me to do to you."
"You want to watch me play in my candy jar?" I kissed him then bit his lip. "You fuck me with that big cock, and I'll put on the best show you've ever seen," I promised.
"Well, when you put it that way." Mace winked. Then he thrust into me, and I moaned, arching up against him. Every time he thrust, my nipples brushed the muscles on his chest, and his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clit. I rolled my hips against him, seeking the friction. It didn't take me long to come. But it was small. I felt it roll through me, and even as it happened, I knew he could make me come again.
I whimpered as he stopped, kissed my mouth, and turned me around.
"This is quite the view," Mace said. I was on my knees in front of him, resting on my forearms, and he stroked me with his fingers. Then he rammed his thick cock into me; my back arched, and my breasts rubbed against the soft sheets. I had to brace myself against the headboard as he fucked me. One of his hands reached to rub and tease my clit.
He hooked a hand in the waist of the fishnets, braced the other against the headboard, and then fucked me hard and fast. I couldn't do anything but moan his name.
"Josie, you're so hot and tight," he whispered. "You feel so good." I whimpered as my legs widened, inviting him to claim me. High-pitched pants came out of my mouth in time to his thrusts.
"I need you, Mace," I said, my voice hoarse. "Your cock feels so good."
His rhythm grew more erratic, and I felt his hand tighten at my waist. Mace ground against me as he came. The thought and the reality of him coming in me made my belly tighten, and I felt the spasms of pleasure wash over me.
"I think I'm basically just a puddle of melted chocolate," I slurred as he took off the condom.
"And I'd lick you all up," he whispered in my ear.
I woke up the next morning feeling amazing. Mace was wrapped around me, his hand cupping my breast.
"I think I ruined your shoes," Mace said. He sounded self-satisfied and not at all sorry.
"It's not like I was going to wear them to work or something," I told him.
"I wouldn't mind you wearing them to work," Mace said.
I was about to push the tights down when he stopped me.
"I just need one more." He kissed his way down. I could feel his mouth through the ripped fishnets.
"You always make me so wet," I moaned as he licked me. "I want it hot and dirty." He teased me as he put on a condom.
"Yeah, you want my thick cock," he said as he entered me. I moaned, arching back against him as he pushed into me. I was slick from his tongue and from last night, and I hung onto the headboard as he fucked me, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. He reached to pinch my nipple.
"Your pussy is so hot and tight," he said, still fucking me.
"I need to come," I whimpered. "I want you to make me come." His fingers moved to my clit, and he rubbed me, stroking me in time to the thrusts.
I screamed as I came, my body still spasming. Mace's thrusts became more erratic; his large hands dug into my hips as he came.
"Fuck, that was good," he said, burying his face in my hair. "I could fuck you all day."
"But there's breakfast and the conference," I said as my heart rate started to slow. He kissed me but let me leave to go to the bathroom.
I wanted to take a bath in the huge tub. Seriously it was like a small swimming pool. Mace could have fully laid down in it with room to spare, and he was not a small man. But I took a shower instead.
I was standing under the spray, letting the hot water wash off the effects of our lovemaking. A shadow crossed over the steamy glass, and the door opened. There was a bench in the shower, which was good because all the sex in those ridiculously tall heels was making me wobbly. Mace stepped through the spray and bent down, sucking my nipples, making them hard as his hand slipped between my legs.
"I told you I wanted to fuck you all morning," he said over the rush of the water. He lifted my hips up, kissing down, down, the flesh still sensitive from a few moments ago. I whimpered as he slowly stroked me with his tongue. I turned around and leaned over the bench.
"Is this an invitation?" he whispered.
I heard him roll on a condom. Then he slowly entered me. I moaned deep in my throat as he fucked me steadily. One leg was up on the bench, and his cock slid in me as he stroked my clit, the water mingling with my own wetness. I closed my eyes, leaning back against his broad chest as his other hand moved up to my nipples. He kissed my neck and my collarbone with little kisses as he slowly fucked me.
Mace bucked against me and increased the rhythm of his thrusts and the hand on my clit. He pinched my nipple, and I felt my chest tighten. I pushed back against his cock and then against his hand.
"I know you're about to come," Mace whispered, nipping my ear. "Your pussy gets so tight." My body rippled in response, the pleasure washing over me. In a few short thrusts, Mace came too.
"I love fucking you in the shower," Mace said, tipping my head back and kissing me deeply.
"You love fucking me everywhere," I replied with a smile.
"You have the sweetest candy," he said, turning off the water, wrapping me in a towel, and snuggling me in his arms.
"I guess we should go back to the hotel. I need some clothes," I said, rubbing my nose against his bare chest. He smelled so freaking good.
"Our stuff is here. I had it packed up and brought over," Mace said.
"Just like that, huh?" I said.
He grinned. "There has to be some benefit to having all this money."
Reluctantly we headed back to the conference for the last day. Mace's car was also magically in the condo garage, and he put our bags in the trunk. He slipped his sunglasses on then sat in the driver's seat, staring at the parking deck wall.
"Earth to Mace? Did I break you last night?" I joked.
He turned to me and pushed the sunglasses up on his head. His expression was serious.
"When I said yesterday that I liked you, I didn't mean it," he said.
"Okay, what the hell—"
"I love you," Mace said, grabbing me. "I know you think this is just a fun fling, but I don't work that way. I don't want to live without you. Even if you take a job in Manhattan, I will tell my brothers that you can't be there all the time and that you need to work remotely."
"Okay," I said. I was slightly shocked. I didn't know how to respond, so I pulled him down for a kiss. All the while my thoughts were racing.
I couldn't tell him I loved him, even though I guess that was the right response. But did I love him? I was basically lying to him about Anke. And despite what Willow said, I knew when he found out that this perfect thing with Mace would
all come crashing down. You don't lie to people you love.
58
Mace
I took a huge risk telling Josie that I loved her. And she didn't say it back. Did I miscalculate? I had to tell her—it was the truth. Maybe she didn't want anything permanent, but I did. I shouldn't have fallen in love with her. But I did. What was going to happen? Would she move to New York City? She couldn't live in a tiny house on my property forever.
I avoided Josie as soon as we stopped at the booth. I dropped my stuff and basically spent the rest of the time in meetings or attending sessions of potential big clients. All through the remainder of the conference, my thoughts spun. Had I blown it? Was she just going to stay in Manhattan and not even come back to Harrogate? Was she mad? Did she hate me?
I was a complete wreck late that afternoon when the conference was officially over. I paid the tab at the coffee shop in Archer's hotel after meeting with the CEO of a large research university that wanted to partner with PharmaTech, and someone nudged me.
"Dude," my twin brother said. "You look like a wreck. Late night?"
"I think I ruined my life," I whispered.
"You are the most dramatic, emotional person," Archer scoffed.
"I'm not emotional," I snapped. A few people turned around to gape at us.
Archer grabbed me by the suit coat sleeve and pulled me to his office. He had one in every hotel that he and his cofounder and our half brother Mike shared. He shut the door and took out a bottle of whiskey, pouring me two fingers. "Drink that and don't puke on my carpet," he ordered. "This is an imported alpaca shag rug made by the nicest little old Peruvian lady."
I sipped the whiskey.
"Let me guess what happened," Archer said, leaning back in his chair. "You did your crazy Mace thing and told Josie you couldn't live without her and you loved her to the moon and back."
"I didn't say it like that," I growled.