by J. S. Cooper
"So you think he's a good guy then?"
"I do. I really do."
"And you think this could go somewhere?" she asked me, staring at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you think this could go somewhere? Like, if you had to gamble, would you say yes, it's going to go somewhere more likely than not?"
"I don't know. I barely know the man."
"I know, but," she paused. "Nothing."
"No, Susie, what is it?"
"I'm just saying. If this goes south, like soon, and you lose your job, then we're not going to have any income. And I just don't know that we can go anymore months the way we've been going. I don't have any savings left and I know you don't and ..."
"I understand, Susie. I promise I won't let this jeopardize my job."
"How can you be so sure it won't?"
"I just know, okay. I just know."
Twenty-Five
"I think I'm absolutely stuffed," I said as I ate the last of the cupcakes that we got in that Magnolia bakery. “Those cupcakes were delicious.”
“I think they’re the best cupcakes I’ve ever tasted.” He ran his hands through his hair and I felt my inner devil wanting to break out.
“You haven’t tasted my cupcakes yet.”
“True, and you haven’t tasted my ding dong.” He winked at me and my entire body felt heated. The day was fast turning from PG-13 to Rated R.
"Thank you, Finn. Today has been absolutely wonderful."
"Has it?" He asked me, staring into my eyes as if he were seeking the truth to the universe.
"Yeah, it's been magical," I grinned. "All you have to do is throw some fairy dust in the air now and have Tinker Bell flying past my shoulders."
"That can be arranged for a price."
"Money is no object," I said with laugh. "As long as it doesn't cost me more than $5.00."
"I don't know if I can get Tinker Bell to show up for less than $5.00. Though maybe if we went to Disney."
"I love Disney. That was one of the best things about living in Florida. Susie and I would go all the time. We had annual passes."
"Oh, yeah? What was your favorite park?"
"Honestly, I loved all of them. There's magic to Disney. I liked going to Magic Kingdom and I loved going to MGM Studios and I loved going to EPCOT. You name it, I loved it."
"I'm not one for theme parks myself," he said as we strolled down the street. "Hey, I was thinking that perhaps I could have you over to my place for a nightcap."
"A nightcap, really, that's what you're calling it?"
"That's what I'm calling what?" He said innocently.
"You're trying to get me back to your place, which you did the other night."
"But this time, this time it's different, though, right?"
"Maybe," I said, smiling. "I mean, are your intentions pure?"
"My intentions have always been pure when it comes to you," he said sweetly.
"Maybe I don't want your intentions to be pure," I said wickedly, smiling up at him. I licked my lips seductively. He'd been a perfect gentleman the entire day and while I loved him for it, I wanted him to be a bit more hands on. I'd wanted him to grab my hand; I'd wanted him to pull me in for a kiss. I'd wanted him to squeeze my ass. I mean, I knew it wasn't appropriate. He was my boss and I wasn't even sure if this was a date or just two people hanging out together, but I knew he was attracted to me and I knew I was attracted to him and I just wanted him to make some sort of move. Did he want me or was this some sort of payback for having rejected him in the first place? I didn't think he was the sort of person to do that, but I didn't know him well enough. Men were like women, they didn't enjoy being scorned, and many of them wanted to make the other pay. I just didn't know if that was what this was for him.
"I was hoping that you'd be a very bad boy with me, Finn Winchester. I was hoping that you wanted me to come back to your place to see, or feel, or touch," I shrugged as I let my words drift off. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at my lips and I could feel my heart racing.
"There are many things I'd like to show you. There are many things that I can do to you. I just don't know if you're ready for that."
"Oh, I'm more than ready for that," I said, smiling at him. "I just don't know if you are ready for me."
"I've been ready for you, trust me."
"Can I ask you something, Finn?"
"Sure, ask away."
"What was it about me that you liked when you saw me that first night at the bar?"
"I liked the way that you moved. I liked the way that you carried yourself. I was immediately drawn to your smile and your eyes and the way that you shouted and laughed with Susie. I liked your confidence and your gait. I liked the way that you almost seemed to float through the air. How can one explain such magic?"
I stared at him for a few seconds. "You could've been a poet, you know?"
"No, not really. I'm not a lyricist. I don't have beautiful words. I can't pen sentences together and make people fall in love."
"You sure about that?" I said, as I stepped forward and grabbed his shirt.
"I am," he said huskily as he looked down at me. I stood up on my tippy toes and grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. His lips were warm and lush and I ran my fingers through his hair. He growled as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt his hands on my ass squeezing. I pressed myself against his chest and my breasts crushed into the hard rocks that were his muscles. I shivered slightly as he ran his fingers up my back and then into my hair. He kissed me hard and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like blackberries and I moaned softly as he pulled away from me.
"You want us to get a ticket, huh?" He said, almost breathlessly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's illegal to be naked in the streets of New York City."
"But we're not naked."
"If you continue to kiss me like that, we'll be naked very soon." He growled and grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go."
"Where are we going?" I said.
"Back to my place."
"For a nightcap? I laughed.
"No, we're going back for so much more than a nightcap." He started running and I started jogging next to him.
"I'm going to be out of breath by the time we get back to your place," I said, giggling as we navigated our way through the streets of New York. It was funny because no one even paid any attention to us. It was a normal sight to see a handsome man and a pretty woman running down the streets laughing hand in hand. I wondered if there were anyone watching us wondering what we were up to, where we were going and I realized I didn't care because I was happy and I'd been wrong. He wasn't cocky or over confident. He was just a handsome man who was blessed with good looks and money and charisma and charm and I was glad he'd spoken to me.
I was glad that I'd been given a second opportunity to get to know him, but what Susie had said resonated in my brain. What if something went wrong? What if everything blew up? Where would that leave me? I could not put Susie in a position of being homeless and I wouldn't want us to have to flee and go back to Florida because of my actions. I stopped gasping for a second and squeezed his hand.
"Tired?" He said.
"A little," I said, "but I'm worried about one thing."
"Yes?"
"I signed that contract and, well, I shouldn't seduce you, I shouldn't kiss you, I shouldn't go back to your place."
"What?" He blinked at me. "You're joking. You literally just told me that," he paused. "What's this about?"
"I'm sorry. I mean, I want you. I really want you," I pressed my hands into his chest. "You're sexy and you're handsome and you're a good guy, but I need this job and I'm already," I sighed, "I don't want you to think this is about money."
"I don't," he looked puzzled. "It is about money or it's not?"
"I mean, it is about money, it's about the fact that I need my paycheck to pay my rent and I also signed a contract saying I wouldn't seduce you or be with you,
remember? You made me sign it and I can't lose my job if this goes weird or gets weirder and I'm sorry, I should go home."
"What if I gave you $20,000, would that put your mind at ease?"
"No, of course, and I don't want your money. It's not about the money. I mean, I want to earn the money that I make. I will not take money from you, I'm not one of those women. I'm not a prostitute."
"I didn't say you were a prostitute."
"Then why did you offer me money?"
"Because you're in a bad position and I can afford to-
"No," I cut him off. "Don't give me any money, please."
"What if we rip up the contract? Or," he said, "what if we sign another contract?"
"What do you mean sign another contract?"
"What if we sign a contract that states no matter what happens between us, you have to be given six months notice before you can be fired, does that seem fair?" I chewed on my lower lip.
"I mean, I guess. But what about the seduction part?"
"Oh, that's gone out the window," he laughed. "You do know that any man would want to be seduced by you, Marcia. You're gorgeous. You're funny and you're witty and you're-
"Fine, take me back to your place. You don't have to compliment me anymore."
"What?" He said, "It's not about that."
"I know," I said softly, "and that's why I like you so much. That's why I'm willing to give myself to you," I winked at him.
"You make me hard just saying stuff like that, you know that, right?"
"Oh, really? How hard?"
"Well, come with me and you'll find out."
"Okay, big boy. Take me to your palace."
"Don't get your hopes up, I don't live in Trump Tower."
"What? You mean you don't have a penthouse?"
"I have a penthouse, but let's just say it's modest."
"I bet it's much more extravagant than my place."
"True," he said, "it most probably is. But compared to the Rothschild's or the Vanderbilt's or the Getty's, it's nothing."
"Yeah, well, I don't know them, so that's okay."
"You know what I was thinking?" He said.
"What?"
"One day I'd love to take you to Versailles and show you that palace. You'd be amazed at how beautiful it is."
"I'm sure I would be," I said. "I've always wanted to go to France."
"Maybe one day," he said.
"Maybe." I didn't want to think about things like that. I mean, we barely knew each other. We hadn't even slept together yet. We hadn't even worked together for a full week, and who knew what would happen after we'd had sex, I mean, what if he was the sort of guy that couldn't sleep with a woman and work with her still? I didn't know. That was a chance I was willing to take because I wanted him so badly and he was under my skin and I really wanted my New York moment.
Twenty-Six
“Your bed is huge.” I walked over to his King sized bed and sat on the edge. I lay back and stared out of the floor to ceiling windows that showcased the entire city.
“That’s not the only thing that’s huge.” He grinned as he ran over and joined me on the bed. He leaned over and pulled me towards him, his lips moving towards mine. His fingers caressed my face and I melted against him, kissing him back with passion.
“Why, Mr. Winchester, I do think you’re trying to seduce me.” I said in my best Southern accent.
“Why, Ms. Lucas, I do want to be your cock king.” His eyes were laughing at me and I pushed him back on the bed.
“I sure hope you’re well groomed.”
“Would I get in trouble if I said the same?” He growled as he pushed me back onto the bed and rolled on top of me. His lips pressed against my neck and I felt his lips at my ear. “Though, I’d be lying if I said I cared.” He whispered huskily. “I want to taste all of you and I don’t care if you’re bushier than the jungle or not.”
“Really, Finn.” I laughed giddily as he pulled my dress up and off of my body. I lay there in my bra and panties and shivered slightly as he looked down at me, his eyes full of lust. His lips pressed against my abdomen and then he licked down towards my belly button. I grabbed his hair and ran my fingers through it, loving the sound of his grunts as he kissed me. He then kissed down to my panties and I moaned as he parted my thighs and continued kissing down my leg to my ankle. I sat up and leaned forward to unbutton his shirt. Once it was off, I stared at his chest in amazement. It was chiseled to perfection; with a smattering of light hair. He had a v going towards his pants and I gestured for him to take them off.
“Already, Ms. Lucas?” He grinned as he jumped up and undid the button on his jeans.
“You don’t seem to be complaining.”
“I guess I’m not...” He unzipped the jeans and then stepped out of them. He was standing there in a pair of white briefs that complimented his olive skin tone. I swallowed hard at the bulge resting in front of me and I giggled as I watched it twitching and growing. I was eager to see what he was working with, but I didn’t want him to think that I was some sort of slut. It was a delicate balance you had to walk when you were a woman. I was all about owning my sexuality and womanhood, but I didn’t want to seem too easy. Not that I really cared all that much. Finn and I had played so many games with each other already, that I was ready to finally just have a piece of him. Or all of him. My panties let me know that I wanted every inch of him that he was willing to give.
“Like what you see, Ms. Lucas.”
“Yes, Mr. Winchester.” I smiled demurely. “Or rather, Mr. Bosshole.”
“Really?” He growled as he fell back on to the bed and pulled me into his arms. I felt his hands on my breasts and I moaned as I reached down to rub his hardness. “Do you still think I’m an asshole?”
“Yes.” I giggled as he unhooked my bra. “You’re full of yourself.”
“Perhaps.” His mouth fell to my breasts and he sucked on my nipple as I arched my back. I ran my fingers down his chest and flicked his nipple with my fingernail. He growled as my fingers slipped inside his briefs and I felt the warmth of his cock. I squeezed gently and he froze as I pulled it out. “You’ll be the death of me, Marcia.”
“I sure hope not.” I pushed him back and kissed down his chest. I paused as I gazed at his member. He surely was the cock king. He was thick, long, and clean. I licked my lips and then gently took him into my mouth and sucked. He grunted as I licked his shaft and I felt his body shuddering beneath me as my fingers played with his balls. “Aw fuck, are you trying to make me blow my load immediately?” He reached down and grabbed my hair and moved me away. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the night that we met.” He kissed my lips hard. “Let me make you come first.” He slipped his fingers down my panties and I gasped as he rubbed me tenderly and then with more pressure. I closed my eyes as I lay back and felt him kissing down my body. His teeth grabbed the top of my panties and pulled them down my legs. I felt his fingers on my ankles slipping them off of my feet and then I felt his tongue licking up my leg. He growled as he parted my legs and I cried out as I felt his warm breath on me sucking hard. I gripped the sheets as his tongue slid into me. I didn’t even have time to process the fact that I was in bed with my boss. Finn Winchester. The yeti himself. The way he worked his tongue made me scream and I heard him chuckling as my body buckled and I came on his face. I couldn’t believe I’d orgasmed so quickly. I couldn’t believe that his tongue had been better than anything I’d ever had before in my life. If he could do that with his tongue, then I was pretty sure his cock was going to blow my world apart.
“You taste like champagne.” He whispered against my parted lips as his fingers played with my nipples. “Are you ready for the king now?”
“If he’s not going to blow too soon.” I grinned and he kissed me hard before he jumped off of the bed. I watched as he rummaged in the top draw of his nightstand and pulled out a roll of condoms. He ran back to the bed and jumped down next to me, he kissed me all over and ripped
open one of the condom wrappers. I watched as he slid it over his hardness and swallowed hard. I wanted this man so badly. It was crazy to think that the first time I’d met him, I’d blown him off and now there was nothing I wanted more than to be with him. It was a lesson I needed to learn. I had to stop judging people based on their looks. It was crazy to think that I’d judged him because he was good looking.
“You’re beautiful, Marcia.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them up above my head as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the head of his cock rubbing my clit and I shifted slightly so that I could feel him inside me. He shook his head slightly as he moved his body from side to side, his cock rubbing me and teasing me. I could feel my nipples brushing against his chest lightly as he gripped my hands. I spread my legs wider, needing to feel him inside of me.
“Finn, please,” I gasped, as my body grew more and more sensitive to every part of his body that was rubbing against me.
“She walks in beauty, like the night,” He said softly. “Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright...”
“Finn,” I could barely talk as I tried to pull my hands away so that I could grab him.
“Marcia,” His eyes were dark with desire. “Meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light...”
“Finn, what?”
“Lord Byron,” He grinned, as I felt the tip of him entering inside of me. “Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
“Oh lawd, Finn.” I wiggled on the bed as he just stared down at me.
“She walks in beauty.”
“Finn.” I cried out. “Please.”
He leaned down and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue slipping inside my mouth and then with one hard thrust, he was fully inside of me. He increased his pace and I felt my body moving up and down on the bed as he slammed into me. It had never felt like this before. His body felt like fire. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that I could feel him even deeper and it was like we were two dancers, moving to the same beat, in perfect unison. His thumb reached down to rub my clit as he thrust into me and I felt like I’d been transported to another planet. I could barely hold my feelings in. The pleasure coursing through my body was so great that I almost wanted to cry. It felt unbelievable. He felt unbelievable. This was what lovemaking should be. This was a man who knew how to give pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out. And then he increased his pace. My breasts were slamming against his chest now and he was kissing me harder. He lifted my ass up slightly and repositioned my body and every slam seemed to reach my g-spot. I hadn’t even known I had a g-spot. I could hear myself screaming and then he pulled out and flipped me over. I felt him on top of me, sliding back inside of me. And I lifted my ass up slightly. He pulled my hair and I screamed as he took me to the edge. And then I felt myself exploding, gripping the sheets, and crying out. He increased his pace and I felt his entire body shuddering on top of me, until he stopped. We lay there for a few minutes until he pulled out of me and rolled me back over. He kissed me on the lips and shook his head.