I work for another half an hour when I hear my toilet flush. That must be the sleeping beauty now. Even though it’s midafternoon, I go and make some coffee. I’m sure she’ll need it.
Miss Shaw walks out of my bathroom. Her hair is lightly mussed, and she isn’t wearing any makeup. She’s drowning in my robe. In short, she’s fucking gorgeous. “Feeling a bit better?” I quirk a brow.
She nods and yawns into her hand. “Much. Thank you so much for everything.” Then she frowns. “Do you know you have women’s toiletries and clothing laid out on the sofa in your bedroom? That’s pretty weird. Is it a fetish of yours?”
I laugh.
“I mean, if it is, it’s fine. I—”
“No,” I’m still laughing, “I had my driver pick up a couple of things for you, Miss Shaw. You mentioned somewhere along the line last night that your spare set of house keys are with your parents. I think the red dress looks spectacular on you, but I wouldn’t go over there in that.”
“Of course.” Her eyes widen. “Yeah, no, I couldn’t wear the red dress.”
I can see that something else is on her mind. “Milk? Sugar?” I hold up the mug.
“Yes, please…just one.” She’s frowning when I hand her the mug. “Thanks.” She chews on her lower lip. “I’m having flashbacks from last night. I’m hoping this one isn’t true…”
I nod. “Tell me.”
She takes a sip of her coffee and then gives the cup a double-take. “Wow! That’s good.”
“They’re Harrar beans from Ethiopia. One of my personal favorites.”
She puts the cup down. “I’m imposing. I should get dressed and get going.”
“Drink the coffee, Miss Shaw.”
She nods and picks up the mug, taking a seat at the counter.
“You wanted to ask me something about last night. Also, I ordered some food. I thought you might be hungry.”
Her stomach gives a loud grumble. I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a loud protest…ever.
Her eyes widen, and she puts a hand on her stomach. “I usually eat four or five times a day.”
I laugh. “I had a feeling you would wake up hungry.”
She takes a big sip of her coffee and then puts it down. “Okay, I need to know,” she covers her face with her hands, “did I beg you to have sex with me?” I see her whole body stiffen. She doesn’t so much as breathe. Then she pulls in a breath. “Did I tell you to please give me the updated contract because I wanted to sign it, and then…um…beg you to…erm…have sex with me?” She opens her fingers a crack and peeks at me with one eye.
“You had too much to drink, Miss Shaw. Don’t worry about it.”
She groans, her shoulders slumping. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’m so sorry. I’m never drinking again. I clearly can’t handle it.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’d better get dressed.”
“Let’s eat first.”
Her stomach grumbles again. “That might be a good idea. Then I’m getting dressed and out of your very well-loved, three-gel hair. I owe you big time, Bolt. Starting with a new electric toothbrush.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I don’t mind.” In truth, I’ve enjoyed having her here. I enjoy her company. Even tipsy as hell, she’s fun to be around. Stripped of all her inhibitions, I caught a glimpse of her wants and desires. Of her needs.
I grab the food containers out of the fridge. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I ordered a whole range of items.” I put the first container in the microwave to start heating.
I hear her gasp. “Wait! What? I’anatra Grassa,” she reads off of the container. “Do they have a restaurant on this side of the country?”
I shake my head once. “I wasn’t sure what food to get you. What you liked. I know you enjoyed The Fat Duck, so I had Trevor get us some food from—”
Her eyes widen. “You flew Trevor to Los Angeles to bring back food from I’anatra Grassa?” She sounds completely shocked.
“I have a private jet, Miss Shaw. I have to pay my staff regardless. I may as well use the resource.” In truth, I had hoped to impress her. I know that’s fucked up, but…there it is. I’m feeling warm inside to see her enthusiasm.
Miss Shaw jumps up off the chair and throws her arms around me. She buries her head in my chest, much like last night, only she’s very much sober this time. “I can’t believe you did all this.” Her voice is muffled.
I just stand there for a moment, then I put my hands on her back. She feels good against me like this. Like she fits somehow. “It was no trouble, and you should believe it. It’s really easy doing things for you.” I mean it. I want to do so much more.
She pulls away, but not entirely. She looks up at me. Her eyes are wide. I’m not sure what comes over me in this moment, but I cup her face with one of my hands. Actually, I do, it’s her eyes. They pull me in. I trail my thumb over her bottom lip.
Miss Shaw does the unexpected. She pulls away. Her eyes clouding.
Fuck!
It’s always two steps forward and three steps back with her. “What? No ‘thank you’ kiss?” I want to know what’s going on inside her head.
“What?” She raises her brows. “No NDA?”
I shake my head. “Fuck the NDA.”
She looks at me, quizzically. “Do you mean that?”
I nod.
“You won’t make me take money or make me sign something or—?”
I shake my head. “It was never like that.” I take a step towards her. “I never wanted to pay you.”
She looks down as I clasp her waist with one hand. I put two fingers under her chin and lift her head so that her gaze is locked with mine. I keep my eyes on hers as I lower my head. I cover her mouth with mine. Her lips are heaven.
She groans and presses herself against me as I deepen the kiss. Her hands clutch at my shoulders. I smile against her mouth. I’ve been dying to do this again. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on devouring her fucking whole. I put everything into this kiss.
She’s panting. Her eyes are hazy with desire as I pull back. I swear she staggers, and I want to fist pump the air. I did that.
I take the tie on the robe and give it a pull. “Are you sure about this?” she asks me.
I’m pretty sure that’s normally the guy’s line. I nod. “Very sure.”
“I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“I know.” I cup her jaw in my hand and take back her mouth. This time I cup one of her breasts. I groan because she’s not wearing a bra. She feels even better than I imagined. Her flesh filling my hand, and then some. Her nipple becoming even harder against my palm.
I rub a thumb over her tight nub, and she makes a noise that has my balls pulling tight. She pulls away before I can do it again. “I have a problem, though,” she says.
“I’m sure I can fix it.” She throws me a half-smile that does things to me. “Tell me what it is,” I urge her when she doesn’t say anything.
“I don’t think I can keep emotions out of this, Bolt. I know you just want a physical relationship with me but—”
“We’ll take it as it comes.” I nuzzle into her neck.
“I…” She groans as I nip her on the sensitive spot under her ear. “I want to dive into this, but…I’m afraid of getting hurt.” She puts her hands on my chest and gives a push in much the same way she did last night with the creeper. I don’t like it one bit.
“I feel the same.” I’m shocked at my own admission. I mean it.
“You do?”
I nod. “This is new to me. Can we just forget the NDA? Forget all of it, and just take it one day at a time? See where this goes? I really want to see where this goes.”
She chews on her bottom lip. I want to bite that lip. Then she swallows thickly and nods. “Okay. Let’s do that.”
I grin. I feel my face almost split open, I’m that happy. I kiss her and pull the robe off her shoulders. It falls in a pool at her feet. I cup both her breasts through the shirt and squ
eeze lightly, loving the little noises she’s making.
She pulls at my shirt. I let her lift it, and then I tug it over my head. I pick her up, take a step or two and place her on the table, right there in my kitchen, because what better place to feast?
I kiss her neck, lingering on that spot I now know she likes. It has the desired effect. Miss Shaw moans loudly. She has her legs around my waist, my shirt she’s still wearing riding up high on her thighs. I nip at her nipples through the fabric. Then I kiss her again. Those lips.
She pulls in a ragged breath as I slide my hand up her thigh. She yelps when my thumb makes contact with her clit. It’s swollen and hard. I rub on it a couple of times, eating up the noises she makes.
Then I drop down to my knees, pull her ass right to the edge of the table. One by one, I put her legs over my shoulders and take in the sight of her pussy. It’s pink, wet, and pretty. I know what she needs, so I close my mouth over her nub.
“Oh, my goodness! Oh…my…oh…golly…” She grabs my head and starts rocking against my face.
I suck on her clit and then push a finger inside her. She groans and pants and groans some more.
“Oh…you’re good… Oh…” She thrusts against my face. “Bolt…that…that feels… Oh!” Her fingers are clutching my head.
“Try cussing.” I chuckle against her, then I use two fingers, which I crook, ensuring I hit her just right. I look up, her eyes are huge. She has this shocked look. Her mouth is open, and she’s gasping.
“Bolt…oh…oh…Bolt… Don’t stop…don’t you dare…” She’s fucking my face at this point, and I’m loving it.
“Let go,” I urge her, finger-fucking her a little quicker. “Cuss for me. Do it!” I close my mouth over her clit and suckle her like she’s my last supper.
“Fuck!” she yells as her pussy flutters around my fingers. “Fuckity…fuck! Oh, god…yes. Yes!” she yells as her orgasm hits. Her legs close around me. Her fingers grab at my hair. The table moves across the tiles as she rocks. Her eyes are closed, her face has this look of torture and bliss. I slow my movements, laving her clit softly. Drawing out her orgasm.
She falls back, using her hands to keep herself upright. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing hard. Her nipples are hard as nails. My shirt looks so fucking good on her.
“You were right,” she murmurs. “Cussing helps destress.”
I chuckle. “Cussing and orgasms. I told you. Um…this is where things get tricky.”
“How tricky?” She frowns. “What’s going on?”
26
Ashley
Bolt’s hair is badly mussed. I did that. I find that I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than what’s about to happen. My heart is racing, and goosebumps are breaking out on my body. I might have just had the best orgasm of my life, but need for this man is still coursing through me.
“I would very much like to take you to my bed right now,” he says, his voice deep. Unfortunately, he says it like it’s a problem. I don’t see a problem.
I smile. I feel warm and fuzzy all over. Despite that epic orgasm, I want more. Lots more. “I don’t see the problem. Your bed sounds good.”
“I want…” He kisses me softly on my lips. I can taste myself on those lips, and it only serves to excite me more. “I want to do things to you…namely sex. I,” he kisses me again, “would very much like to have sex with you now.”
“Yes…please.” I kiss him back. “I want sex too. Lots of sex.”
“I,” he looks sheepish, “I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t done this in a while and don’t bring women I date here…ever.”
“Oh, no! Crumbs, and I made you bring me here.” I clasp a hand over my mouth.
He chuckles. “I love that you’re here. I want you here. Trust me, I wouldn’t have brought you otherwise.”
“I didn’t give you a choice.”
“There’s always a choice, Miss Shaw. I could have gone to a hotel.” He shrugs. I can see he means it.
“Okay, then.” More of that warmth floods me. I feel myself melting.
“In hindsight, I should have asked Trevor to buy some when he got the other stuff, but I…I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I didn’t think this was going to happen. I…I could send him now, but,” he cups my jaw in both his hands, “I really don’t want to wait.”
“Are you saying…?” Can’t be. Not after hearing how uptight Bolt is about birth control. About everything, for that matter.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod. “Yes, I get an injection every twelve weeks. What about the NDA—?”
“I told you I don’t care about the NDA. We’re past the NDA. I want you…now…under me. I don’t want to wait, but if you’re not comfortable, then—”
“I’m comfortable. I mean,” I give him a wry grin. “I think I’d be far more comfortable in your bed…under you…with nothing between us.”
He pushes out a breath through his nose and then picks me up. I put my legs around his waist.
We get to his bedroom, and he puts me down on the bed. “You’re not too hungry? We could eat first.” I can see he’s teasing.
“We’re doing this right now. No more waiting or holding back.” I let my hand trail down his chest to the snaps on his jeans. I pull each one open. His eyes are on me.
Bolt slowly lifts the shirt I’m wearing. I sit up and raise my arms. He pulls it from my body. His eyes stay on mine for a long while before he looks down. I don’t feel self-conscious like I normally do when I’m with a guy for the first time. I feel gorgeous. I feel so sexy as I watch him take me in. I see his jaw tighten. I see his Adam’s apple work. I see his eyes darken. “You’re fucking beautiful. Incredible.” He pulls his jeans down his thighs, and his cock springs free. Yes, cock. This isn’t a penis. I could never call that a penis. Bolt’s member is long and thick. He has a cock.
I bite on my bottom lip.
“Miss Shaw,” he whispers as he takes my mouth, biting my bottom lip. Quite hard. I yelp, but only because I feel that bite between my legs. He settles himself between my thighs, lifting my legs up against his back. His finger is on my clit. His mouth on my neck. My ear. My breasts. I moan, digging my fingers into his back.
He kisses me, biting my lip a second time. I make a strange noise. It’s strangled sounding. I feel this coiling inside me. This tightening. I’m going to come again. It’s going to happen. I’ve never come twice with a guy before.
“I’m going to fuck you, Miss Shaw,” Bolt says, his voice deep. He kisses me hard and quick.
I can feel him there. I can only moan. My vocal cords are beyond speech. Then he’s filling me and filling me and filling me. He pulls back a little as it becomes too much, slowly easing back in. “Fucking tight,” he groans, sounding strained. There’s also pleasure laced into his voice.
His finger is back on my clit as he bottoms out. His mouth is on mine. He works my clit for a while. I go from ragged breathing to deep groaning. He eases off my clit and pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. “Ready?”
For what? Ready for… I want to ask him but I can’t, so instead I nod. His eyes are on mine. He’s using one arm to take his weight. He’s using the other to hold one of my legs up higher. Then he starts moving. Hard punchy thrusts that take my breath away from the word go. My mouth falls open. I don’t expect it, but the coiling is back. The tightening. The urgency. The need. At first, I can’t make so much as a sound. I can’t do anything but gape. My eyes are wide and on his. His face is strained but beautiful. So beautiful. His eyes are on me. I can’t look away.
When I start breathing again, it’s ragged. Like I can’t get enough air. My fingers grip his shoulders tighter. My legs grip him tighter too. I’m groaning. I’m making some other noise. I can’t stop. I’m loud. I don’t usually make this much noise, if at all. I can’t help it.
The coiling.
The tightening.
I’m there.
Right there.
“Oh…” Bolt growls. “Ash.” It’s a deep rasp. “Oh…Ashley.” I see a flicker of something in his eyes. An emotion. I know at that moment that Bolt has real feelings for me. That, and him saying my name…it has me spiraling out of control. He grunts, pulling my leg up higher. He’s jerking into me. Saying my name again. I think I might curse some more. I’m not sure. I definitely say his name as well. I orgasm for a long time. He finally slows, easing in and out of me. Then he buries his face in my breasts. We’re both panting hard.
“You don’t…need a…sex therapist.” I want to kick myself. I can’t believe I just said that.
Bolt chuckles. “No…I don’t. I think I just need you.”
It’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I feel my eyes prickle. He might not have meant it to sound so romantic, but it did.
Bolt pulls back. He looks deep into my eyes. “What do you say we get you fed? I want to do some more of this, but first you need food.” He kisses me softly and carefully.
Then he starts to pull away. “Does this mean you’re going to call me Ashley from now on?”
“One step at a time. I think maybe when I’m inside you, I’ll call you by your first name. How’s that?”
I know deep inside that he has a fear of commitment. I’m not sure why, only that it’s there. I’ll take it because it’s a step in the right direction. Bolt said one step at a time. “Sure…that’s fine. You’re still inside me right now.”
“I guess I am…Ashley.” His voice is super deep. His…cock is getting hard all over again.
“That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”
He shakes his head, kisses me one more time, and then pulls out. “About that food…Miss Shaw.” He throws me a sexy half-smile.
I shake my head and laugh softly. Not having to sign the NDA. Him trusting me like this. Bringing me here…although I’m not sure that counts since I kind of forced him. It’s a big step in a direction. A step I know he’s afraid to take. I’m excited. I’m also afraid. I’m falling for Bolt. I’m falling so hard, and so fast my head is spinning. I have this little voice telling me to proceed with caution. I shove that little voice aside. I know it’s probably stupid of me, but I do it anyway. Sometimes a person has to jump. I’m jumping!
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