by Miley Maine
I paused, taking a minute to breathe. As her hot, tight walls squeezed my cock, I wanted to let go. But I owed it to her to not come right now, before she’d even had a chance to enjoy this. I got my hand in between her legs, and rubbed her clit, rolling my hips in short, quick thrusts that were still careful.
“Feels good,” she said. “Your hand.”
“Good,” I said. Her pussy was so slick that within a few minutes, I was able to move a little more, a little farther in.
I rubbed faster, and pushed my hips all the way forward until my cock was all the way inside her body. “I’m all the way in,” I said. “How do you feel?
Her eyes lit up. Her full lips curled into a smile. “Pretty good. Feels big.”
“Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.”
“I’m ready now,” she said.
I pulled back, and thrust back in, savoring the feel of her body under mine. She gasped.
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she said. She shifted her hips, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.
“No, you’re certainly not,” I agreed. I picked up the pace, watching her face closely as I thrust into her willing body. My cock throbbed, and I couldn’t hold off anymore. “Kate,” I said, bowing my head against her chest. I let go, coming into her body.
I started this affair partly to get close to Laurent. But now that I’d gotten to know her better, I wanted her for who she was.
Kate might not be mine forever; that’s possible with the life I lead. But for now, Kate is mine. And I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her safe.
Chapter Twelve
Kate
I’m not a virgin anymore.
I’d have to find a way to tell Sarah. And maybe my sister.
A month ago, I couldn’t have imagined any part of this evening happening. Not losing my virginity, and not being in an upscale hotel with this gorgeous man.
I lay in a soft bed, with soft sheets, and the gorgeous man was lying next to me. I’d zoned out for a little after we finished, but now I was wide awake. I didn’t want to miss a single second of this experience. But sadly our time together had come to an end. It was close to midnight, and I had to work the next day.
I stretched and rolled over to my stomach, twisting the sheet. Owen tugged me up, until my head was resting on his chest.
“I hate to say it,” I said. “But I need to go.”
Owen rubbed up and down my arm. “Just say the word, and I’ll take you back.”
I sighed. I did not want to go. I wanted to stay with Owen overnight. But I did care what the Laurents thought of me, and I didn’t want to be too tired to watch Gabriel tomorrow.
“I need to go now.” I sat up. “But I don’t want to.”
“Hey.” He sat up too and ran his hand through my now-tangled hair. “We can do this again. Anytime, if you want.”
“I do want,” I said.
He leaned in and gave me a searing kiss, one that went on for at least a minute. “Tell you what, next time you’re off work, I’ll bring you back here. In the meantime, I’ll take you out any night the Laurents will let you escape.”
“That sounds perfect.” Before we left, I slipped into the bathroom and washed off. I got dressed again, and made sure my hair looked like it did when I left.
I didn’t mind anyone knowing that I was seeing Owen, but wanted to keep what Owen and I had shared between us, without giving the household staff anything to gossip about.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked as we walked down to the car.
“I feel great.” I was a little sore, but I didn’t need to mention that. I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but I was pretty sure Owen was large. Really large. But the experience was amazing. He was so patient and so careful. Now that I’d gotten the first time out of the way, I was eager to try it again.
Of course, Owen walked me all the way to the door. He said hello to the butler, and to Mateo who was still up waiting on me, unsurprisingly. Owen lingered in the doorway for a second and then squeezed my hand. He kissed my cheek. “I’ll call you,” he said. “Goodnight.”
He glanced over at Mateo one more time and then left.
After he’d driven away, I headed to my room, but was intercepted by Mrs. Laurent in the hallway. She was dressed for bed in a beautiful flowing nightgown, and she looked as polished as ever.
“Did you have a nice time with Mr. Baxley?” she asked.
“I did. Thank you for giving me the evening off.”
“Anytime that you would like to go out, just speak with me. You are young. You should not be too cooped up here.”
“I love my job watching Gabriel,” I told her.
“And I am glad for it. But you should have time to be young.”
The scent of her floral perfume filled the hallway, even this late at night. I wondered if she’d reapplied it. “Thank you,” I said. “I’ll let you know if Owen asks me out again.”
Her lips turned up. “He will ask. I can tell from the way he looks at you.”
I wasn’t sure why she was so interested, but if it meant more time with Owen, then I’d take it.
Owen did call the next day, and the next. We didn’t see each other because he was busy with work too, but he usually texted me in the morning, and called me at night after Gabriel was in bed, and to be honest, I looked forward to his calls all day, and the morning texts put a smile on my face that lasted all day.
So this was what it was like to be infatuated for the first time at age twenty-two. I’d never even had a crush before, and now I’d slept with a guy and couldn’t get enough of him. I still hadn’t told my sister or my best friend. I knew they’d want to tease me, and part of me wanted to keep Owen all to myself.
On Thursday, he dropped by after dinner, and brought me a Mote con huesillo, a sugary dessert drink with a strong peach flavor. He didn’t come in, but simply put the drink in my hands and told me to enjoy another part of Chilean culture.
On Friday, the weather was perfect, a sunny seventy-two degrees, and I took Gabriel out to the backyard to get some sun. I laid down his blanket along with some toys and sat down to play.
Gabriel only wanted to pull his hat off, and crawl off the blanket, so I spent most of my time crawling after him and tickling him, which he preferred over toys anyway.
“I think you might be hungry, little man.” I put his hat back on his head. “Are you ready for some bananas?”
“Buh!” Gabriel shouted, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Right. Banana,” I said to him, enunciating the word.
Behind me, a deep voice said, “What about you? Are you ready for some lunch?”
I jumped about ten feet in the air. I whirled around. “Owen! What are you doing here?”
“Mrs. Laurent called the office, and she invited me over for lunch.” He chuckled. “Which obviously comes as a surprise to you.”
I put my hand over my racing heart. “Yes. It did. But it’s a good one.”
I glanced down at myself. I was dressed in a pair of navy capri pants and a bright yellow top. The clothes were too nice to be crawling on the ground with a baby, but the Laurents didn’t have any regular everyday kinda clothes. Even baby Gabriel didn’t have real play clothes like the babies in Alabama did. But I’d only had hand-me-down clothes, ones given to me by equally poor neighbors, so maybe I didn’t know what normal people did.
I brushed the grass off my hands and picked Gabriel up. “Hi,” I said.
“Buh,” Gabriel added, reaching for Owen.
Owen held his hands out and took Gabriel from me. “If you think you want me to hold you, I’ll do it,” he said, bouncing the baby up and down. “But I’m not as nice as Miss Kate.”
Gabriel gurgled, and my heart melted. Owen looked so handsome, standing there in his suit pants and his white button-down shirt. He’d ditched his jacket, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his strong forearms.
“So Mrs. Laurent invited you?” I asked.
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“Yep,” he said. “She did. And I stopped to get us some lunch from one of the local food carts, but the chef intercepted me. He refused to let me bring take-out containers outside – he said it wasn’t civilized. So now he’s about to bring us a picnic lunch out here.” His mouth quirked. “Probably on silver platters.”
I smiled up at him. “For Gabriel too? He’s getting hungry.” I nodded to the baby who was gnawing on his fist and drooling all over Owen’s arm. Owen didn’t seem to mind, which made me melt a little more.
“No, Mrs. Laurent is on her way to get him. She said she and the housekeeper will make his lunch and put him down for a nap.” He gave Gabriel a particularly big bounce, and winked at me. He started tickling Gabriel who thought that was the funniest thing that ever happened to him. “I don’t know that you’d like the food I brought, buddy,” Owen said to Gabriel. He looked back at me. “So that means it’s just you and me. Think you can handle it?”
“I don’t know. That depends,” I said.
“Depends on what?” he asked.
“On what you brought me for lunch.”
“Oh yeah?” he teased. “Are food carts not good enough?”
“Well, as you mentioned, the chef is very civilized, and I’ll be missing his gourmet food.”
“I feel confident mine will measure up.”
I laughed. “Really though, thank you for thinking of me. It will be nice to have some adult conversation over lunch.”
Just then, Mrs. Laurent and the chef came out of the house together. The chef was carrying a huge tray, way more than what was necessary for a picnic lunch, but he had a flair for the dramatic. Which was why the Laurents liked him, I was sure.
Mrs. Laurent came sweeping over and took Gabriel from Owen. “I am so pleased you were able to join us for lunch.”
Owen nodded. “Thank you for inviting me.”.
“We will leave you to it,” she said, while the chef sat the food tray down on the patio table.
I smiled at the chef. “Thank you.”
The chef nodded at us. “Enjoy your lunch.”
Owen had been right, the chef had removed the food from the takeout packaging, and arranged it all nicely on plates with real silverware.
I picked up my plate and the goblet of wine. “It might look fancy, but we can still have a picnic. We already have the blanket laid out,” I said, sitting cross-legged on Gabriel’s blanket. Owen grabbed his plate and joined me on the blanket.
“Unless you’d rather not sit on the ground in your good clothes?” Owen asked.
“No, I sit on the ground with Gabriel all the time. Oh, before I forget.” I pulled my phone from my back pocket. I tried not to use it much while I was with Gabriel, but I kept it nearby. “I need a photo of us.” I held it up, and Owen leaned in, smiling at the camera. I snapped the photo, managing to keep my hand fairly steady. “There. Now I’ll have proof that I met someone in South America.”
He just laughed, while I inhaled the scent of cheese from the food he’d brought.
“This smells delicious. What is it?” I asked.
“I figured if you can’t leave the house for some street food, I’d bring it to you here. It’s an Empanada de Queso, a fried pastry pocket filled with cheese, meat and vegetables.”
I took a big bite. “Wow, that is delicious.”
“It’s the best. There’s plenty more to try too. Next time we’ll have to go make the rounds.” He bit into his as well. “Speaking of going out, are you free on Monday again?”
“I was, but Mrs. Laurent has already moved my day off to Sunday, to match up with your schedule, but then she also told me to take Monday off too.” She was clearly invested in having us date, and I didn’t know if that was weird or just sweet. However, I wasn’t going to complain.
“Perfect,” he said. “ What would you like to do? Wine tour? Zip lining? Horseback riding?”
“Wine tour. The photos I’ve seen of the wine country have been gorgeous.”
“The scenery is great, and you can see the coast,” he said. “Have you been to the beach here yet?”
“Not really. I’ve seen it in passing. But the Laurents have a beach house, and we’re going to stay there for a week next month.”
“That’s right,” he said, and a frown passed over his face. “I knew they had a second property nearby.” He finished off his empanada and wiped his hands with the napkin. “I have to get back to the office. But I’m really looking forward to seeing you this weekend.”
We both gathered up the stuff from our lunch, and I folded the blanket up and laid it over my arm.
“I’m really looking forward to it too,” I said. That was the understatement of the year. Maybe of my whole life. So far he’d made most of the advances, so I wiped my mouth and my hands with the linen cloth napkin the chef provided, and I leaned in, giving Owen a kiss right on the lips.
“Mmm,” he said. “That was nice.” He leaned in and kissed me this time. “Nice, but not nearly enough. I can’t wait until we’re alone again,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered back.
He brushed his hand over my cheek. “Enjoy the rest of your day. I’ll see you soon.” He picked up the big tray and carried it up the stairs. I trailed along behind him, not bothering to get beside him. From behind, I could see his butt, which looked really good in his tailored suit pants.
He turned his head. “Are you checking me out?” he asked.
As usual, my cheeks burst into flames. “So what if I was?”
He grinned at me. “It’s not a problem for me. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“You should,” I said. “Because it is one. Especially because I don’t check guys out. Ever.”
“Glad I’m special then.”
“Oh, you definitely are.” I bit down on my tongue before I said more. My stomach was already twirling and dancing, For me, a little bit of flirting was going to have to go a long way. He gave me one last scorching look, one that promised all the stuff we’d be doing soon.
With my face still red hot, I went to collect Gabriel, who had woken up from his nap.
He laid his little head on my shoulder and chewed on his fist. “Guess you’re ready for a snack,” I said.
I took him to the dining room and fed him some freshly-puréed sweet potatoes. When he was almost finished, Mrs. Laurent showed up and said she was going to take over.
I told him goodbye, and I went back to my room. I definitely owed my sister and my best friend a call. I hit the video call button on my computer, and my sister answered instantly.
“Hey,” I said, unable to fully suppress my giddy smile.
“What,” she screeched. “What is it?”
“How do you know there’s anything?” I fought with the corners of my mouth, but I lost. I could not keep the elated smile off my face.
“Kate! I know you. I can see it written all over your face. Tell me. Now.”
I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “I...um.” I let out a giggle, which was so unlike me. “I...uh.” I couldn’t seem to form the words.
“Okay, so you look super happy. So it’s good news. Tell me!”
“I’m not a virgin anymore!” I said the words as fast as humanly possible, but apparently my sister could understand what I said.
“What?” The phone fell from Ashley’s hands and clattered on the floor. I could still hear her squealing in the background. Finally, she got the phone back in her hands and I could see her face again. “What! Oh my God! Details!”
“Remember the selfie I sent you a few days ago?”
“The one where you said you had a date? Yes, I remember very clearly, because you were supposed to call me after, and you didn’t.”
“I’m calling now,” I said.
“Yeah, and apparently a whole lot happened between then and now. Who is he?”
“You remember the night I wore the fancy red dress for the dinner date?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said slowly, d
rawing the word out. “You told me you met a smoking hot man that night. Was it him?”
“Yes. It was.”
“So, who is he?” she asked.
“He’s an accountant for my boss, Mr. Laurent. He attended the dinner party, and we sat across from each other.”
“Wait.” She waved her hands in front of the screen. “Do you have a picture?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie. I was ready to show him off to her.
My sister bounced up and down on her bed. “Don’t just sit there! Show it to me.”
“Hang on.” I was on my laptop, so I pulled up the photo I’d taken at lunch on my phone. “This is Owen,” I said.
Ashley gasped. “He is… Wow. I’m stunned. Is he a model?”
“No, I just said he’s an accountant.” An accountant that looked more like he belonged in the marines, although I’d never tell him that. I figured it would be offensive.
“There is no way that man is an accountant. He looks like he belongs on the cover of GQ, or at least on a men’s fitness magazine.” She squinted at the picture. “Is he as ripped as he looks?”
“Yes, he is. And then some,” I said, turning my phone off before my sister could ogle Owen for the rest of our conversation. Heat swirled in my stomach as I pictured Owen with his shirt off.
“So, tell me. How was it?”
I didn’t want to give any intimate details, which was a first because I usually shared so much with my sister. “It was really good. He’s a gentleman, and that’s all I’m going to say about it.”
“Okay, now you’re withholding,” my sister said, then her face changed. Her mouth opened into a circle. “You like him! I can tell! Is he your boyfriend?”
She was right. I did really like him. Which was why I didn’t want to discuss every minute of our time together. It was a new sensation. “Yes, I do like him, but he’s not my boyfriend. We’re just dating.”
“Okay,” she said. “My battery is low. Have fun, and be careful. I hope I get to meet him one day.”
“Love you,” I said, as she blew me a kiss and waved goodbye.