by Maggie Cole
Heaven. That's what Collin Corwin's kisses were: pure, angelic, heaven. The delicious smell of agarwood, cardamom, and rosewood drifted from his skin and sent another shot of oblivion through me.
"You smell so good," I whispered between our lips.
“You smell so good,” he whispered back.
I softly laughed.
"I want to taste you," he whispered and started to move his lips down my body.
He expertly removed my flimsy panties, threw my legs over his shoulders, and spread his two fingers to a V. With his eyes wide open on me, he teased me by flicking my clit, then explored all of me with the tip of his tongue.
I gasped in delight at his licks, as his tongue and lips enclosed on my sex, rolling and massaging it gently. Loud moans escaped me, my breath became labored, and my nails dug into his shoulders.
Collin’s eyes strolled from my body to my face, intensely seeking my responses, once again taking complete control of me.
I let out small cries as his tongue raged against my sex.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against me.
With his index and middle fingers, he gently pushed into me.
I shuddered and clenched my thighs tighter around his neck. "Oh...oh..."
Collin twisted and bent his fingers while his mouth never once left me.
My toes clenched, my stomach and breasts moved up and down as I panted, and between whimpers, I whispered, “Please, Collin,” as he teased and tortured me with the flip of his tongue, sliding ever-so-expertly over me.
He rubbed my mound with his free hand while continuing to eat me out.
“Oh, God, don’t stop!" I cried out.
I pushed his head into me, and he was still able to pull back and torture me some more. I begged him again, hardly able to talk. His eyes met mine. This time, when I pushed his head, he sucked me so hard, my legs lifted off the bed.
As I orgasmed, he continued to suck me, applying more pressure and taking me to a level my other lovers had never even approached.
I screamed out his name in ecstasy, my eyes rolled in my head, and my body shook as a furious hurricane whipped through me. But he didn’t let up and pushed his mouth into me further, and made me skyrocket over and over again.
When I finally came down, he took his time, kissing his way up my tingling body, and murmured, “So gorgeous."
When he arrived at my mouth, I was panting, and I grabbed him like a hungry wolf. I tasted my orgasm on his tongue, as I devoured every inch of his mouth, and desperately craved every part of him.
He still had his pants on, and I grabbed at them once more. “Let me have you,” I whispered, and this time, he helped me remove them.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he pulled me over on top of him, so I was straddling him. I faced him, my breasts inches from his face. Collin grabbed my hips and cautiously pushed me down, and let me take him in inch by inch.
My eyes rolled slightly as my body took in his gigantic cock.
"Okay, baby?” he whispered and scanned my eyes to make sure I was okay with the speed he entered me.
I nodded and started to move up and down, filling myself with more and more of him. I dug my knees into the bed, as I tried to get as much of him in me as possible. “I want all of you.” My breath shook, and I wasn’t sure how much further I could get him in me, but I wanted it all.
Collin watched my face intently. The light of the fire gave his face a soft glow, and there was no ego in sight. “So sexy,” he murmured, then ran his hands through my hair and pulled my head back to feast on my neck.
I sank onto him lower, as his body filled mine to capacity.
Once again, Collin engorged me. I sat still on him for a minute as my body spasmed against him.
"Baby, you okay?"
"Mm-hm," I nodded as I rotated between swallowing hard and my mouth in a constant O.
He rubbed my back with his warm, massive hands and lit up my nerves further.
Whimpering against Collin, I started to rock my hips cautiously on him, as another deep, throaty, delicious groan escaped him.
"So good, Collin," I managed to get out as I rocked slightly faster.
He moaned my name before grabbing my hips again and began to move me faster.
I wrapped my arms tighter around him and pulled him into me. I started pushing my nails into his back and clawing him as every nerve in my body teetered on edge.
My face was flushed, and my body filled with his heat. I rocked on him and leaned my head back as his mouth teased my collarbone, and created additional shock waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I closed my eyes, tried to catch my breath, and opened them to look straight at him.
I felt him throb inside me as I gripped and slid across his shaft.
He hungrily found my mouth and devoured me once more. His hands dropped down and cupped my ass as he pulled me in closer and gently squeezed my cheeks while he thrust his body into me.
From time to time, he would moan. As his breathing picked up, I felt his heart beat faster, and his body went deeper inside me.
“Oh, you’re amazing,” he murmured between kisses.
“So full,” I breathed.
He groaned, “So wet and warm.”
“Because I’ve been thinking about you all day,” rolled out of my mouth.
He groaned louder. “You’re wrecking me, Meg.”
“You feel so good, Collin. So, so good.”
He makes me feel the best I’ve ever felt.
We found a rhythm that kept us both on edge and able to feel the sensations but not take us over the top.
I rode him for a while. My body hummed and scorched against his muscles.
Our skin was glistening against one another, and we gripped each other close.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Collin...I need it,” I begged.
He grabbed my hips and whispered, "Okay, baby, whatever you need,” and he released on my sweet spot a force so ferocious it swept through me like a tornado.
As we shook like savages, we held each other tight, with sweat dripping down us, our bodies in perfect sync, not wanting to let the other person go.
When we finally stopped trembling, we laid down in bed on our sides. Collin caressed my naked back, with our gazes eye to eye and still breathing hard.
The negotiator and Cocky Collin were nowhere to be seen. I only saw him, freshly fucked and gorgeous, looking satisfied, yet vulnerable, as he laid next to me stroking my hair.
I reached for him and traced his lips with my finger before devouring his mouth one last time. I snuggled up into him, turned so my butt pressed into his body, and my head tucked into his arm.
As he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me closer, the thought that this was going to be a hard secret to keep entered my mind. I wondered if Collin thought the same thing, but I didn’t want to bring it up.
I had seen a side of Collin I had a feeling not many had seen. He wasn’t who I initially assumed he was, and I wondered how I was going to keep this just fun.
The doorbell rang around 3 am and woke us up. I looked at Collin in question. "Are you expecting someone?"
He softly laughed. "Nope. You don't have to worry about that." Naked, he got out of bed and walked to the front door where the intercom was.
He came back into the room with my overnight bag and purse.
“Shit, it’s Keri, and he’s drunk.”
“You’re letting him in?” I asked in horror.
Collin put up his hands in frustration. “He’s my client, Meg. I have to.”
“Like hell you do!”
Collin was already putting his clothes on.
“Babe, I’m sorry, but I have to deal with this. Just stay in bed, and I’ll be back soon, hopefully.” He kissed me and walked out.
This is not happening. I must have the worst luck on earth. I couldn't believe that Keri had weaseled his way into my overnight as well.
Typical drunk Ker
i was in prime form. Loud and obnoxious, I could hear almost the entire conversation. Unfortunately, it was all about me and how I was breaking his heart.
Dozens of thoughts raced through my mind. I could only imagine Collin's reaction inside. Outside, he was trying to get Keri to sober up and move past me, but I could only imagine his inner horror, as the thing that almost kept us apart was Keri's feelings he still harbored for me.
Keri stayed for two hours, crying about me the entire time. It was hard for me to listen to since I did care for Keri's well-being, but I also couldn't help but worry that Collin was questioning our relationship.
Collin is probably going to chuck me to the curb now.
It was after 5 a.m. when Keri finally left.
Collin came back into the room and sat on the bed. "You're still awake? I'm sorry you had to hear all that.”
Irritated that our night had been interrupted by Keri, I sat up. "Kind of hard with Keri's loud, drunk-ass voice."
“I can see that,” Collin agreed. Then he sat there, all negotiator.
He’s going to chuck me to the curb.
He kept staring at me.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Is this where you chuck me to the curb?”
Collin seemed to snap out of it. “What? No, Meg…” he came and put his arm around me. “Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going through your head after all that,” I admitted. “Maybe you have regrets. Maybe you’re freaking out. Maybe you are cursing yourself for breaking your rule.”
I looked down and fidgeted with my fingers.
Collin pulled me closer to him. “I was just thinking about how I can understand why he is so heartbroken, losing you.”
I sank further into Collin and took a deep breath.
“But this means we have to make sure that we keep this our secret, Meg,” Collin stated matter-of-factly.
Damn it. I wanted to kill Keri. This was hard enough, but now Collin was even more worried.
I looked down, "Okay.”
I didn’t know what it was going to take for Keri to get over me and move on, but I needed to figure out a way. This secret could work for now, but I didn’t see us playing this charade forever, even if it was just for fun.
“We have two hours before the alarm rings, I prefer you naked,” I told Collin.
He grinned at me. “Whatever you say, Meg,” and started removing his clothes.
Once again, Collin didn’t disappoint me.
Collin
Keri went on and on about how amazing Meg was and how she didn’t want him anymore. How she wanted to still be in his life, and he was grateful because he wasn’t worth her time, and he knew it.
I sat there, feeling sorry for him, and thinking, should Meg decide to ditch me, I would be feeling the same way.
Addicted was the only word to describe my feelings toward Meg. I knew it before, but it really hit me at that moment.
Meg was in my bed, listening to this, and I hoped it wouldn’t change her mind and have her running back to Keri.
Meg had assured me it was over between Keri and her. I believed her, but listening to him, you could tell he really did have deep feelings for her. For Keri James, player of all players, to be crying over a girl, was unheard of. The fact it was Meg made total sense to me.
But she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman.
Sexy. Feisty. Caring. Kind. Brilliant.
There wasn’t any other woman in the world like her.
The fact that Keri was having a hard time getting over her didn’t surprise me.
I tried my best to get him to leave, but he was in over his head. It took me a few hours, but he finally left. I walked back into the bedroom, not sure what Meg would be feeling. I was relieved to hear she still wanted me.
She was irritated all right, but then she thought I was going to end things, as if that would ever be possible.
We hadn’t known each other long, but I already knew any chucking to the curb would be on her end and not mine.
I wanted to take her out, wine and dine her, go on real dates, but I knew that couldn’t happen. Someday, but not right now. I had my rule, but after spending the last several hours with Keri, I wasn’t that cruel to shove us in his face. He was torn up, and I wouldn’t be the one to shred his heart more.
Meg and I were going to have to stay on the down-low. I would have to come up with a way to make it up to her until we could figure this out because this wasn’t just fun and games for me.
8
Meg
Collin’s driver was dropping me off at work just as Liv was arriving.
She peered at me, curiously, “You dating someone new, Meg?”
Shaking my head, I quickly blurted out, “No, I told you I’m on hiatus.”
Liv’s eyes revealed disbelief.
“What? I am,” I told her in my most convincing voice.
She laughed. “I just never thought I would see the day—”
“Ha, ha!” I cut her off. I quickly changed the subject. “Hey, did you see the email from Jack Stevens?”
“No, what did it say?”
“Nothing major. He’s in town until tomorrow and wants to discuss creating a new strategy for a company he just purchased. Do you want to take it or do you want me to handle it?”
“Go ahead and take it.”
Relieved that the conversation had been redirected, I nodded. I hated lying to Liv. The guilt was eating at me. But I didn’t know what other choices I had.
Collin and I had been seeing each other in secret for about six weeks now, rotating between our two places most nights, with fewer and fewer nights spent apart.
Besides the phone incident where I had to lie to Liv, the situation hadn’t come up again. There had been several meetings with Collin and different players he represented, but we had figured out how to work professionally without giving anything away.
Liv and I stepped into the empty elevator. She turned to me. “Who are you taking to the Athletic Foundations Black Tie Event if you’re on hiatus?”
Oh crap. I had completely forgotten about that. The event was in a week, and most of our athletic clients would be there. Liv and Tom had bought a table, and I had two tickets.
“Liv, give my other ticket away, I’m not using it,” I told her.
She started to laugh again, then stopped when she realized I wasn’t joking. “You’re taking your hiatus a little too seriously, aren't you?”
“Look, I could find a date, but it’s too much effort right now. Can you give the ticket to someone?”
Liv was flabbergasted, but instead of challenging me, I think she knew I wanted her to back off. “Okay, Meg, whatever you want.”
I thanked her and quickly scurried off to my personal office, so I could avoid any further conversation.
The day flew by. It was 4 p.m., and Liv came into my office. “You swamped?”
I shook my head. “I think I’m done early today.”
“Me too. Tom just texted me that he’s over at Baracade with some of the guys. Come with me for drinks?”
“Sure!”
Not surprisingly, Tom’s car was waiting for us when we left the building. I looked over at Liv, “Once again, Tom Marko has everything taken care of.”
She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
Once at Baracade, Tom walked over to us, first kissing Liv and then planting one on my cheek. “Ladies, what are you drinking?”
My eyes met Liv’s, and we both said, “Cosmos.”
Tom started laughing. “How do you two do that?”
We both shrugged.
Tom brought us drinks, and we stood around a table. As I set my glass down, I felt someone next to me.
Turning, I faced Sam Quinto.
"It's the gorgeous Meg." He held a beer in his hand.
I smiled. "Hey, Sam."
"You don't come here a lot, do you?"
Shaking my head. "Not too often."
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br /> I really didn't. It was usually with Tom and Liv. There were a lot of girls that hung out in Baracade, trying to find a player to marry. "I'm not a WAG."
Tom shifted when I mentioned WAG, and I remembered Liv telling me how much he despised the girls whose sole mission in life was to become a wife or girlfriend of a pro player.
Sam seductively eyed me up. "No, I bet you aren't." He ran his finger down my arm.
Subconsciously, I stood up straighter and stepped back, but my body bumped into someone else's. I knew whose body it was without looking. I could smell the agarwood, cardamom, and rosewood and felt the familiarity of his six-pack and thighs. My vagina did a little happy dance, even though my brain wasn't feeling the same.
Collin stood behind me, and the negotiator was back, and not too happy about Sam touching me.
My mind was flustered. For the last month, I had seen Collin in multiple positions, completely naked too many times to count, and in our conference room professionally at least a dozen times. Our secret was safe, but now we were in public, and I wasn't prepared.
I hadn't done anything wrong, but I also didn't know what to say. I just mumbled, "Sorry, didn't know you were behind me," and tried to regain my composure.
“Meg.” He offered his hand to shake.
Seriously?
Once again, he was all negotiator. I grabbed his hand, going through the motions.
He leaned over and kissed Liv on the cheek and shook Tom and Sam’s hands.
Liv gets a peck, and I get a handshake?
He stood between Sam and me, slightly behind, but enough so Sam wouldn’t be doing touchy-feely grabs anymore with me.
I tried to appear normal and realized I needed a breather, so I excused myself and headed to the ladies room.
I checked myself out in the mirror. Get it together, Meg.
After giving myself a pep talk, I reapplied my lipstick. I could handle this.
I rejoined Liv, but Collin was nowhere to be seen. The bar was crowded, and I realized that Sam and Tom were gone too.
“Where did the guys go?”
Liv pointed toward the very back. “There’s some bet going on between the Zags and Volts." She rolled her eyes.