Contrary to what I had believed, he had treated me with respect that night, and he didn’t deserve the way I had treated him since.
What he deserved was an apology… and maybe a ‘thank you’ of a different kind, one we could both enjoy.
I tossed the dossier on his couch and strolled across his living room, following the sound of running water. Noticing a narrow gap between the bathroom door and the doorframe, I stopped outside, and peeked in.
David was in a large, glass shower, his back to me as he rinsed off his hair. Just then, he shifted right, his physical condition surprising me. He was… trim… and toned. He used to have a small, yet noticeable, beer belly. Amazingly, it was gone. In its stead was a flat, sculpted stomach.
Without much thought, I peeled off my business suit and my underwear and left them on his floor. I pushed the door open, adrenaline beginning to course through my system.
“Stacy, what the hell?!” He exclaimed, turning to me.
“Hi.” I assumed a husky voice, approaching him with confidence.
“Have you been drinking again?” He asked, using his hands to cover himself.
“No,” I stated, the drops of water streaming down his sexy chest catching my eye. “I’m as sober as a judge.”
“Get out,” he commanded, glaring down into my eyes. “I’m not going…”
“I remember,” I interrupted him, stepping into the shower. David parted his lips, ready to respond, but I raised my hand up to his mouth and silenced him. “I remember everything.”
I spoke in a sweet voice, feeling the cool water beneath my feet. “I’m sorry. Who would have thought you’d be so nice to me that night? You were a perfect gentleman. And I acted like a complete idiot when you told me about it in my office. But I was so wrong about you. You’re not who I thought you were… I think that my drunk self might have figured this out before my sober self did? And I’ve now realized that drunk me actually had the right idea in the first place. Will you let me thank you?” I asked, pulling my hand off his mouth.
David’s expression on confusion slowly morphed into a smile. Keeping his silence, he reached out, cupped my face in both of his hands and tilted his head down. He eased me towards him, streams of water landing on my scalp.
A mixed scent of menthol and lavender foam bath stormed into my nostrils as our lips joined in a tender kiss.
Pushing my hair back from my face, he snaked his arm around my upper back and pulled me in. With his clean-shaven jaw nudging my chin, I curved my own arms around his shoulders.
I felt his hardening cock against my stomach, his fingers moving down my body. I bit his upper lip in my eagerness, letting out a whimper when he squeezed my outer thigh. His hand crept around my waist, caressing my skin.
“I love your body, Red.” He whispered in my mouth, putting a smile on my face as he stroked my ass cheek.
“I’m all yours.” My raspy voice returned, his fingers tantalizingly low. But, just when I thought I was going to feel them over my slit, he took his hands off of me for a fleeting moment, before placing them on my shoulders. In a quick move, he flipped me around, water rushing down my spine.
I moaned, feeling his stiff cock wedged between my cheeks. His hands roamed over my body as he pressed himself against me. I shut my eyes against how good his chiseled chest and abs felt on my flesh.
I reached back and grabbed his hip, his pulsing shaft tempting me to bend over, but I quickly changed my mind. I wanted to be teased and I also wanted to see for myself what he had in store for me.
He had claimed to love my body, and now, he had to back up that claim.
David’s fingers surrounded my breasts as his mouth landed on the top of my spine starting to make his way down my back. I tipped my head back, bringing my arm in front of me. I reached forward and put both hands against the wall, moving my legs apart. He let his thumbs rub over my nipples, the sound of the shower audible over the sound of his kisses.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months,” he confessed in a deep voice, his words igniting flames of lust within me.
“Us in the shower together?” I wondered, my voice more high-pitched than usual.
“In the shower, on an empty beach, in your office, in my office…” he said, his lips collecting drops of water as they got closer and closer to my ass. “You’re so gorgeous.”
With that, a long sigh of pleasure escaped me at his compliment.
He squeezed my breasts together, and planted more passionate kisses, making his way down my back.
But then he did something strange. He started to bite across the top of my butt cheeks, lightly at first, but slightly harder the more he went on. This burning sensation started building inside my core and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as his love bites moved and teased my skin.
“Mmmm, that feels amazing!” I moaned, throwing my head back again.
He nipped, nipped, nipped right on across my twitching butt, dropped an inch or two, and nibbled back across the other way.
Pinching my nipples and then releasing my breasts altogether, in a matter of seconds, his hands began to aid him in his worship, grabbing and spreading my ass cheeks. He trailed the tip of his tongue down my slit, parting my soft lips. The fire licking through me swirled to my pussy, before settling in my core. Everything inside me coiled while his tongue drew deliberate outlines around the brim of my clit.
“I love the feel of you under my tongue, I could keep doing this forever.”
His voice rumbled hot on my skin, his desire driving me crazy with lust. I had only been in his bathroom for just a few minutes, and I thought I was in the clouds, caught somewhere in between fantasy and reality.
More and more wetness was leaking down my thighs as his tongue swirled around my clit.
“Mmmm!” I moaned, writhing as his middle finger spread my pussy lips open. I jerked my hips backwards taking his finger deeper inside me.
“Cum for me, baby,” he urged, kneading my ass with his free hand, his mouth less than an inch from me.
That was it.
With his finger dipped into my core, I shook with tremors, panting as my orgasm ripped through me.
I expected him to stop and give me a minute to catch my breath, yet he did no such thing. David laid tender kisses over my flesh, once again demonstrating his desire to satisfy me. I turned around and faced him, interrupting his sensual devotion.
“You’re not giving me any chance to breathe here, Mr. Marshall,” I scolded, leaning forward.
“Only because it feels so good, Red,” he stated, welcoming me in his arms.
Using my bodyweight, I pushed him down onto his back. Bringing my mouth to his I tasted my sweetness on his lips. This time, there was no hesitation in our kiss. It had given way to passion and an uncontrollable urge to please, just like he had pleased me.
Gripping him by the shoulders, I sat back, straddling him, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard length against my groin. I needed to feel him. David reached around me and pulled his cock out from under me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Water crashed onto me from behind and bounced off again. Tipping my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the water dance over my face. I could sense the swollen head of his cock at my opening. He pushed in slowly, letting out a guttural grunt and then plunged deeper, filling me up.
I moved my head downwards, the desire in his eyes acting like a powerful gust of wind in a wildfire. I couldn’t resist his trembling lips. I bent towards him, his ample inches massaging my insides as our lips brushed together.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into my mouth, splaying his fingers over my ass. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Fuck me,” I moaned, sliding my fingers across his shoulders.
Without needing to be told twice, he gripped my ass tightly, then withdrew and thrust back into my soaked pussy, his fiery breath rushing into my lungs. I could feel him pumping away into me, giving me all the satisfaction I h
ad been missing out on.
My toes were curling, our tongues dancing against one another. Our bodies clung and stuck, the warmth of his embrace making me want to stay right there for as long as I could.
The sweetness in his lips had me yearning for more of his sensual kisses.
His throbbing cock plunged deep into me, over and over, causing me to gasp as he filled me. I was caught in a heavenly maelstrom, a rhythm, that was scorching my insides with every passing second. My hips were rocking, relishing the feel of his hard inches within me.
“Stacy…”
Never before had my name sounded that sweet.
Groaning into his mouth, I bit his lower lip and tugged on it, his heavy hands squeezing my butt. My pussy was tightening around him, bringing him closer to his release.
David shut his eyes, his mouth staying wide open, his grunts so loud I’m sure that they could have been heard from outside.
His balls pressed against my cheeks as I trailed my fingers up his neck. Holding his head in place, I bounced up and down on his cock, sensing the initial flutters of my second orgasm. I threw my head back, releasing him from my hold as I cried out in pleasure. I felt his fingernails digging into my skin as the waves of my climax rolled through me, my liquid warmth drenching his inches.
He opened his eyes and gazed up at me. Flexing his arms, he raised me off his cock, and pulled me down onto his chest, holding me close. Grunting hard, he shuddered to a climax beneath me. His hips stopped quaking altogether, and he planted one more, demanding kiss on my neck.
I stayed still, wondering what in the world to say to him.
He had turned out to be something that hadn’t even crossed my mind.
And by that, I didn’t mean just his chivalry at Jake and Michelle’s wedding. I thought that guys like him were always ‘me, me, me’. That he didn’t give a damn about his partner’s satisfaction. I was wrong, though.
And for once, I was actually glad to be wrong.
“I think I should turn off the shower,” I uttered amid gasps, unable to come up with anything better.
“Nah, screw the shower,” he spoke in a lazy voice. “It can run all night for all I care. You actually remembered. I thought you never would.”
“I had a little help from Lenny Kravitz,” I declared, my lips curving into a broad smile. “You were singing the same song that night.”
“So, what do we do now, Red?” David wondered, his green eyes locked with mine. “We go back to hating each other?”
“Well, I can’t discuss this in your bathroom,” my response was sharp as I got up from the shower floor. “Plus, we’ve got more important things to discuss. Meet me in your living room.”
“I doubt I’ll be able to concentrate on anything if you’re naked, hun,” he claimed with a glinting smile.
“I didn’t come over here naked,” I maintained, a touch of discomfort in my tone.
“Let me guess,” he suggested, assuming a more serious expression. “Pantsuit and a shirt?”
“That’s right,” I confirmed, strolling past the sink.
“Nah, you need to be more comfortable,” he advised, grabbing his white bathrobe from the rack on the wall. “You’ve been in those clothes all day anyway. Stay here. I’ll get you something else to wear.”
Reaching my spot, he hugged me from behind. Leaning over towards me, he laid a soft kiss on my shoulder, and then whispered in my ear.
“You were amazing.”
Tingles ran up and down my body, my brain going into overdrive. My body didn’t want him to stop. It craved more of that special treatment.
Yet, the logical woman within was more confused than ever.
I was amazing?
He had done all the work. I felt like I hadn’t done anything. I had just submitted to him and savored the whole thing. David was a lot more thoughtful than what I had given him credit for, or so it seemed. Perhaps it was the satisfied man talking; I still had to wait and see.
Minutes later, he handed me a pair of blue boxer shorts and a black t-shirt. I put them on and walked out into his living room. David was on his beige couch, in red shorts and a white, sleeveless tee.
“Someone looks hot in my boxers,” he complimented, gesturing me towards the seat next to him.
“Let’s stick to business for now,” I suggested, attempting a firm tone.
“Fine.” He rolled his shoulders. “What did those neighbors tell you?”
“Well, neither of them had seen your mother in weeks,” I began, folding my legs under me. “Mr. Dempsey and Mrs. Lance were among the first people to sell their properties to Consolidated Building. They made their offers to everyone in the neighborhood within two days. After that, their representatives were there every single day, trying to persuade everyone into selling.”
“How?” David squinted. “Did they raise their initial bids?”
“That’s the strange thing. They didn’t,” I replied, having anticipated his question. “They just showed the residents videos of other homes for sale near the neighborhood. And guess what. Almost all of them cost exactly the same as their offers. For instance, Mr. Dempsey sold his property for a hundred thousand, and purchased another, somewhat newer house three blocks away for ninety-five thousand. Mrs. Lance sold her house for ninety-five, and got another property for ninety-three.”
“Those sons of bitches are smart,” he concluded, concern deepening his voice.
“They’re very well-organized, too,” I added. “They went there prepared to offer those people cheap alternatives, which means they had been planning this for a while.”
“What about my mother?” He asked, raising his tone. “What did they have to say about her?”
“They weren’t friends with her or anything, but they were both shocked by the news of her death,” I answered his question in a more mellow tone. “David, those people are old enough to be your grandparents. It’s only natural they were surprised.”
He breathed a sigh, looking away from me. “Why was Consolidated Building so hell-bent on buying out everyone in that neighborhood? What’s so special about it?”
“We’ll find out,” I assured. “It might take some time, but we will.”
“Now, can we get back to the, um…?” He faltered. “What-do-we-do-now thing?”
“Well, you got what you wanted,” I spoke in a casual voice, scratching my wrist. “You acted the gentleman, I thanked you, and that’s it.”
“Hey, wait just a minute!” David groaned, furrowing his brow as he shifted his gaze back to mine. “I got what I wanted? You think that’s what I wanted from you? Just sex?”
“Are you denying it?” I answered his question with a question of my own.
“Yes!” He retorted, glaring down at me. “I’ve been pursuing you for months, trying everything there is to get your attention, and you think I did all that just to get in your pants?”
“Why else would you do it, Mr. Playboy?” I spoke it in sarcastic tones, returning the glare.
“Because I wanted to date you,” he emphasized, clenching his jaw. “Is that so hard for you to believe?”
“No, but I can’t say that I appreciate the idea,” I rebutted, crossing my arms over my chest. “David, you have a new girlfriend almost every week. Some tabloids run polls at the beginning of each month, asking their readers about the number of women you’ll date by the end of it. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to become part of that statistic. You are also my client now. I’m telling you, I don’t care how much money you’ve paid me. I’ll quit the moment you…”
“When was the last time you saw my picture in the tabloids?” He interrupted, his voice bass-deep.
“I don’t know,” I said, annoyance speeding up my tone.
“I do.” He reached over to the table and picked up his cell phone. Swiping his finger across the screen, he flipped it to face me. “Read the date.”
I looked down at the picture, intrigued by the confidence in his voice. It depicted him, gulping
down a glass of champagne, with a young blond across from him. He was somewhat chubbier and his hair was a little bit longer.
‘3-11-2019’
“I haven’t dated anyone since,” he continued, pulling the phone away. “A couple of days after that picture was taken, I decided to make a few changes in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t decide to become a ‘nice guy’ all of a sudden, but that lifestyle was threatening my job. I started missing meetings, and even when I did attend them, I was pretty much useless because I was too hungover to say anything. I also thought that the redhead from Miles & Briar would notice it if I lost some weight. She’s the classiest woman I’ve met in my whole life.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but…” I paused, blowing out a breath. “How can I be sure you won’t slip back into your old habits?”
“I won’t, Stacy,” he said, his voice a gentle whisper. “Just give me a chance. That’s all I want. That’s all I ever wanted.”
I stayed silent, gazing up into his eyes as I thought about my answer.
Unlike every other time he had asked me out, he was calm and maintained eye contact with me. Still, compared to every other thing he had said and done for me, that was a minor detail. David wasn’t the jerk I thought he was. He was a real gentleman… underneath that bad boy facade, and his actions at Jake and Michelle’s wedding had made me realize that.
“If you were half as sweet as you were now, you’d have saved us both a whole lot of trouble,” I assumed a tender tone, lifting my hands to his face. “Kiss me, you fool.”
David offered me a huge grin, and then tilted his head down. Before I knew it, I was tasting his lips again, his long arms around my back. I crawled over to him, eager for some more passionate moments in his lavish house. I knew that dating him was a huge gamble. The two of us had never been on good terms with one another, but David Marshall had earned his chance. Now, I hoped that he wouldn’t waste it and let our relationship end like the flings in his past…
Chapter 10
David
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