Indiscretion

by Anderson, Callie

  I exhaled slowly from his touch. “Uh . . . a sports car?” My eyebrows furrowed, and my teeth grazed against my lower lip.

  “I’m going to have fun teasing you on this ride,” he promised. Leaning forward, he pushed my hair behind my ear and placed a kiss on my neck. His tongue slid down to my chin, and he gently bit my flesh.

  His fingertips on my thigh and the kiss on my neck were all it took for me to realize I couldn’t drive this car. I wanted nothing more than his hands on me, and I wouldn’t be able to focus on driving. Pushing my door open, I hopped out of the car and marched over to the passenger side.

  His eyes followed me, and the devilish smirk on his face told me he knew how susceptible I was to his touch. “Nope, not happening, Cole. There is no way I’m driving your fancy-schmancy car with your hand between my legs.” I pulled his door open. “Come on, buddy. Out you go.”

  Once we were both seated, he pressed the start button on the dashboard. The car came to life, its engine purring, and I wished I hadn’t changed my mind after all.

  “Where to, doll?” he asked, pulling onto the street.

  I lowered my cheap aviators from my head to cover my eyes. “Surprise me.”

  * * *

  Once we were out of the city, I blasted the radio, and we both enjoyed the two-hour drive out of the city and up toward the Catskills. Cole kept the top down, and my hair blew in the warm spring air while I admired his face. He had the most beautiful chin, manly and chiseled, and when something was bothering him, a scowl appeared on his face. But when he was carefree and not the high-powered lawyer, his smile did things to me. He got sexier every time I was with him.

  Unable to contain myself, I reached across and ran my fingertips through his five o’clock shadow. It begged to be licked, but I controlled myself.

  Cole pulled into the valet parking at Mohonk Resort, and I looked around at the massive castle-like resort situated in a forested valley. It faced a large lake where we spotted people doing yoga on the shore as the sun set on the horizon.

  After we checked in, I followed Cole to the elevator, his hand entwined with mine. He kept me at his side, kissing the top of my head every chance he had. It felt strange for all of two-seconds before my cheeks warmed and butterflies flapped in my belly. No one knew us here, so I let go of the constant worrying and enjoyed our time together.

  Our bags were already in the room, and the bellhop was exiting our corner suite when we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him, and Cole slipped him a tip before we entered the room. The elegant suite looked like a picture out of a magazine. There was a large window that opened up to a balcony. Wood trim ran throughout the room. Tones of charcoal, white, and black flowed through a full kitchen, living, and dining area, and into a luxurious master bedroom. There was even a wood burning fireplace.

  “You like?” Cole asked. He wrapped his arms around me and put his chin on my shoulder. We had a perfect view of the mountains and the lake below. The leaves on the trees looked like green clouds from above.

  “Yeah,” was all I managed to say before I leaned my head back on his shoulder, letting him kiss my neck.

  “Do you want to shower with me before we get ready for dinner?” He bit my earlobe. “There’s a delicious steakhouse here, and I plan on having you for dessert.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  Cole’s hand reached around me, lifting my shirt over my head. Goose bumps rose on my skin as he tugged it off, then threw it behind us. He kissed my neck as his hands went for the button on my pants, but I snuck away, strolling toward the bathroom with a salacious grin on my face and a come-hither look in my eyes. He watched me as I went, and I watched him, too, observing as he undressed before me. His dress shirt slipped off his shoulders, and he kicked off his slacks. When my eyes landed on his growing erection, my mouth watered as I realized what I was having for dessert.

  By the time we reached the bathroom, Cole was naked and ready, backing me up against the cold shower door. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to my feet. I was in the process of lowering my pants when he boxed me in and joined his lips with mine for a slow, passionate kiss. His hands coiled around my hair, his tongue licked mine and his rock hard cock pressed against my belly.

  I wanted him.

  Needed him.

  We took our time in the shower. He teased my core, and I fell at his fingers, but he never once let me finish. And as much as I tried to stroke him, he pulled away.

  “I want to feel you,” he muttered as his mouth bit my chin. The water cascaded down on us, and he buried his fingers deep inside of me. If I knew one thing, it was to never argue with a man who had you on the verge of an orgasm.

  After we’d washed and rinsed each other’s bodies, he turned off the water, lifted my chin with his fingers, and gave me a swift kiss. “That’s it?” I complained as the ache between my legs intensified.

  “I want you hot and ready for me all night. Only I control when and where you come.” Cole bent down and took my lower lip between his teeth before he spoke again. The subtle pain brought my arousal to a whole new level. “You’re not allowed to play with yourself.” His fingers swirled within my soaked core. “This is mine.” A grin grew on his face. “Got it?” My clit screamed for release, but I nodded as I rubbed my swollen lip.

  After my makeup and hair were flawless, I dressed in the shortest black dress I’d brought. Applying my last coat of lip gloss, I stepped out of the bedroom and joined Cole in the living room. His eyes ate me up as I walked closer to him.

  Mission accomplished.

  “You’re not leaving my side tonight.” He pulled me closer to him, placing a kiss on my cheek as his hand lowered to my behind.

  “We should go.” I pressed my hands against his chest before I pushed away to grab my clutch from the table. I bent over longer than needed, strutting my ass in front of his eyes.

  “You’re not wearing panties?” he questioned, sliding his hands against the soft material of my dress.

  “Nope,” I said, my back still facing him. My skin prickled as his gaze crawled over my body.

  “You’re killing me, Kat,” he huffed, his hands lowering until his fingers brushed over my ass and along my lips.

  I straightened and walked toward the door. I kept my voice calm as I shrugged. “How so?” I turned, waiting for him to join me.

  “I’m going to punish you later for being such a cock tease,” he growled at my neck as I pulled the door open.

  “You’re the tease.”

  “Me?” He laid his hands on his chest as we walked together, his voice loud in the empty hallway.

  “Yep, you’re the one who keeps flicking my bean but won’t let me get off.” I sashayed next to him.

  “Your bean?” He looked as though he was stifling a laugh.

  I rolled my eyes and pressed the button to call the elevator. “You know what I mean,” I threw back at him. Walking into the empty elevator, he stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. His public displays of affection did things to my insides that I didn’t want to overanalyze, but there was no denying I loved every second of it. Once the elevator filled with people, he pulled me in front of him and backed us up, closer to the wall. His hand lowered to my butt, and my eyes snapped up to his.

  “Don’t,” I whispered. Fear and excitement ran through me.

  “Just claiming what’s mine,” he responded quietly. Then he moved his hand around my hip to between my thighs.

  He leaned in and rubbed his nose through my curls as his fingers stroked back and forth against my clit in the packed elevator. His finger slid along my damp core. It was out of control the way he fiddled with me. The elevator door opened to the main lobby, startling me and ending Cole’s naughty interlude. As we followed the traffic out of the elevator, Cole brought his finger to his mouth.

  “I can’t wait for dessert.”

  * * *

  Cole and I enjoyed an intimate and private three-course dinner
during which he told me he was the oldest of three and that his father insisted he take over the family business even though he wanted to make it on his own first. When dessert came, he turned the questions over to me.

  “What do you like to do for fun?” Cole asked as I licked chocolate from my spoon.

  “Depends on your definition of fun,” I shot back at him. His eyes were lowered and locked on my spoon. “I happen to think that Lifetime movies and ice cream are a perfect Saturday night out.”

  “I met you in a club.”

  “I was out celebrating.” I shrugged. “And besides, that was the old Katherine.”

  “And what’s the new Katherine?”

  “I’m focused on work and school, with no time for dating.”

  “And what is it we’re doing right now?” He crossed his arms on the table.

  “We’re having dinner.” I dug back into my chocolate cake.

  “Just dinner?”

  I took the spoon filled with chocolate cake and syrup and brought it up to his lips. “Just dinner, Cole. We don’t date.”

  He bit into the cake. “You don’t like serious relationships?”

  “Do you?”

  “I asked first.” He took the spoon from my hand, swirling it in whipped cream.

  “I had a semi-serious boyfriend in high school, but I don’t really know how to date. Your turn.” I crossed my arms on the table, the same way he had.

  Shifting his chair so we were closer together, he brought the spoon to my mouth and spread the whipped cream along my lower lip before kissing it off. “Likewise. Just one.” He kept his nose pressed to mine.

  “How serious?” I asked because the pinch in my heart egged me on. I needed to know the truth. I never expected him to have been in a serious relationship. Yes, a few aspiring models on his arm, maybe a couple of flings here and there, but never anything worth talking about.

  Cole pulled away before he spoke. “Devon and I went to boarding school together. Our families are friends, and we dated on and off for a while. Ended things after college.” His hazel eyes burned into mine, and his light brown hair was dark under the dim restaurant lighting.

  “Why?” I quickly asked.

  I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t. His words stung in my chest. I was jealous of someone he dated ten years ago. A part of me didn’t want to know why it hadn’t worked out, but another part was on the edge of my seat waiting for his answer.

  “Never really thought about it. I guess we wanted different things. I was twenty-two at the time and settling down wasn’t what I wanted. I had law school to worry about. Ten years later, what she and I shared seems inconsequential. Your semi-relationship, was it love?” He pulled away to watch my reaction.

  “We were really young, and relationships weren’t something I thought about. I loved him, but not nearly as much as he loved me,” I admitted. “I was too damaged for him.”

  Cole opened his mouth to speak, but the waiter appeared with the check, and Cole stowed his Black Card in his billfold. As we waited for the server to return, I nervously played with the last of my dessert, tossing it around on the plate. Cole thanked the waiter again before pushing his chair back and extending his hand to me. Dropping all thoughts of his ex and previous relationship, I inhaled a deep breath and took his hand.

  As Cole and I made our way across the grand foyer, hands locked together, nothing mattered. With other men, it had always felt off. My skin would crawl at their affection. Sex was what I needed from them, on my terms with a few pills to make it forgettable. I’d felt empty and broken, as though a part of me was missing. With Cole, I wasn’t afraid of his affection, and I wasn’t afraid of getting caught. All I cared about was spending every possible second with this delicious man.

  “Do you want to sit by the fire and have a cocktail?” He hugged me around my waist.

  “Not really.” I looked up at him and pressed my lips to his. “I was thinking about a second dessert.”

  Before I had time to process what was happening, Cole and I were rushing away from the foyer. Our luck held as we got to the elevator and hurried in. He pinned me to the wall, his lips exploring my neck as we waited for the doors to close. Not wanting to be the weak one in the elevator again, I pushed him off me and twirled us around so that his back hit the wall. Unzipping his pants, I looked up at him and licked my lips. I wanted to take him right there, but I fought against it.

  “My turn. Let’s see if you can get lucky.” I wrapped my hand around his growing erection.

  The elevator ascended as I took his thick, ready cock in my hand. Slowly, I stroked him up and down, running my hands up his length. I was hungry for him and incredibly aroused by the possibility that the elevator could stop at any floor and someone could catch us. I had my fingers coiled around Cole, and he was ready to blow. Exactly where I wanted him.

  He wrapped his hands around my hair, pulling my lips to his greedy mouth, but the bell rang, and the door opened to our floor. “Guess you’re not that lucky.” I pulled my hand away and sashayed out of the elevator.

  “Oh, I’m about to get very lucky,” he growled behind me.

  He gripped my hand, leading me down the hallway. After opening the door to our suite, Cole, the man I knew, was gone. The man pressing me against the wall as his lips claimed mine was dominating, and the devil filled with desire was in his eyes. He spun me around, my breasts pinned to the wall, and pushed his erection against me. With my hair tossed to one side, he bit down on my shoulder, causing me to cry out. He lowered the zipper of my dress as he ran his tongue down my bare spine. I stood with my hands pressed against the wall, my naked body his to take.

  “Can I tie these?” He held my wrists.

  Unable to deny him anything, I nodded as my heart accelerated. Cole disappeared from behind me, moving to the linen closet and taking out an extra pillow, then pulling the case off of it. I bit my lower lip as he approached and then led me to the bedroom.

  “Come,” he ordered. One single word held so much power.

  Walking toward him, I bit the inside of my mouth. My core throbbed as I anticipated his plan for me. I lowered my eyes as I moved forward, submitting to him in an instant, but his hand under my chin forced my head up.

  “Oh no, Katherine, I want you to watch the whole time.” With a firm grip on my chin, he placed a kiss on my swollen lips and guided me to the bed. He owned me in those seconds—my body and my heart.

  I watched as he tore the pillowcase into strips of cloth. When he had two long ribbons, he reached out for my hands. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”

  He wrapped the white material around my wrist and tied it to the bedpost. Securing it with a knot, he did the same with the other hand. My breath came in spurts, and it became impossible to breathe.

  “If you don’t want this, just say no,” he whispered in my ear.

  I wanted this.

  I did.

  But why did I feel as if I was losing control?

  I tried to focus on him but visions I had blocked out many years ago invaded my mind. I could feel his breath on my neck. The warm fireplace heat lingered in the air, the familiar scent of my old bedroom. Cole was no longer in sight. Instead, my visions brought me back to memories I’d forced myself to forget. I was being held down against my will, and I smelled cheap bourbon on his breath. It will hurt less if you shut up.

  “Kat?” Cole said. “Katherine!” He yanked my hands free. “Hey!” He pulled me toward him. “Katherine,” he said again.

  Blinking the images away, I felt tears drip down my cheek. “No,” I cried.

  “It’s okay,” he whispered in my hair. “I’m so sorry.”

  I pulled away from his grasp and sat on the bed. Feeling embarrassment flush through my body, I pulled a pillow to shield me.

  “Talk to me.”

  I swallowed the knot in my throat. “It was just a panic attack,” I lied.

  “Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrowed, and I saw the concern
ed look spread across his eyes. “You turned pale, and before I knew it, you were violently tugging on the restraints.”

  “It’s nothing.” I ran my hands across my face. “I-I guess I don’t like being tied up.”

  “I didn’t know.” He ran his thumb across my cheek wiping away a tear.

  “Neither did I.” My voice was still shaky.

  Cole took my hands in his and pulled me toward his chest. He lay me on the bed, and his hands moved to my wrists, massaging and kissing each of them as feeling slowly returned to my fingers.

  “My purse,” I whimpered. “Advil,” I groaned as I felt a migraine growing.

  Cole ran to the living room for my bag. He returned with a bottle of water and Advil. “I would have never asked you if I knew.” His eyes were worried when he sat next to me.

  “I’m okay. I think you’re more freaked out than I am,” I said, popping two pills into my mouth. I drank them down before laying my head on the pillow next to him.

  Pulling the covers back for me, Cole smirked at my comment. “How about we just lay in bed, Kat?” I crawled over to him and pressed my lips to his neck as he lay back with my head on top of his chest.

  My entire life I used sex as a way to forget what he had done to me. I used meaningless sex to cope. The oxycodone numbed the pain, and the sex stopped the visions. The following morning, when the pills wore off and the sex was done, I felt like utter shit. I hated myself for it. I had vowed to stop being that girl. I had vowed to know my worth and not used sex to numb the pain. I’d work through my problems.

  Since meeting Cole, never once had I felt worthless. With him it was different. With him, it meant something. He was my savior even though I didn’t know I needed to be saved.

  * * *

  The next morning, I stretched my arms, yawning under Cole. His hands were still on me, his fingertips circling my skin. He lay on his side, writing letters with his fingers along my rib cage. With my back to his chest, I felt the tip of his nose glide up my neck.