A banana?
Before I can protest, he begins to insert it in me, slowly, taking me completely by surprise. I cry out because, oddly, it feels good. I move my hips, allowing it to go deeper in me and I moan when it does. He pulls it back out and pushes it back into me and starts his rhythm in and out, in and out. I’m moving my hips meeting him thrust for thrust, now totally oblivious to the fact that he’s making love to me with a banana. He grabs one of my nipples, squeezes it, and then starts to roll it between his fingers, sending the sensations in my little lady into overdrive. I stare at him; his jaw is tense, his nose is spread, and his eyes are on fire; he looks so fucking hot. After a few more thrusts, he pulls the banana out leaving me wanting more.
“I can’t hold out anymore. Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” He says as he walks out of the kitchen, discarding the banana in the trash can on the way. After a few moments, he comes back into the kitchen with a condom in his hand. He takes off his clothes, throws them on the floor where mine are, rips the foil on the condom and slides it on, then pulls me down to the edge of the counter once more. He inserts himself into me making both of us moan as he fills and stretches me. I squeeze his arms and ask him to be gentle because he’s so big. After several sweet and agonizing moments, he’s all the way in and I give him the okay to move. He starts out slow, sensual, making my body climb immediately. After so many minutes, the poundings start to become faster and more intense. It hurts but I don’t want him to stop. It’s uncomfortable, yet it feels so right. I wrap my legs around his waist and he continues to rock and roll his hips and thrust himself inside of me.
“Heath!” I cry out as my body begins to wind up.
“Feel me, darling. I just want you to feel me,” He says through his clenched teeth still working his hips.
“Ahhh . . . oh my God this feels so fucking good,” I say as I arch my back off of the countertop.
“I’m giving you what you need, Alicia,” he says as he continues to take my body where he’s never taken it before.
My little lady is getting wetter and starting to tighten around him, I’m wound up so tight I know I’m going to blow at any moment. Heath notices and starts to speed up his rhythm, pounding me hard but delicately hitting the same spot inside of me with every thrust and out of nowhere my body unwinds and I let go, crying out his name as he continues to pump me until my orgasm is over.
Without removing himself from inside of me, he picks up my weak, tired body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and rest my head on his chest.
“This isn’t over yet darling. I’m going to make love to you against this wall and then I’m going to make you come again.”
What? I don’t have this kind of energy.
I whimper.
“You said you wanted me to make love to you and I tried to resist because I had a feeling after last night that you weren’t ready for what I wanted to give you, but because you insisted, I’m giving it to you,” he whispers in my ear while he positions my body against the wall in the hallway and starts his rhythm again. I do my best to keep my legs tightened around his waist.
“Heath,” I moan.
“Yes darling. Call my name,” he says gently.
“This . . . feels . . . so . . . good,” I say as my breathing starts to accelerate.
“Is this is what you need? Am I what you need Alicia?
“Yes,” I say through my harsh breathing.
He starts to move faster and I use all of the energy I have to move my body to meet his. I can feel my insides tightening up again which surprises and scares me because I know if I have another orgasm as intense as the one I just had, I’m going to be comatose.
“That’s right, baby, throw it at me,” he says tightening his grip on my thighs.
I begin to move my hips, bouncing up and down against the walls as he continues to give himself to me. After several thrusts, he stills and starts to come, leaving me wanting the orgasm that I was so close to getting. He steps back from the wall and instructs me to lie down on the floor. When I do as I’m told, he pushes my legs open and plants his face between them, waking my little lady up and guiding my body to another gut wrenchingly sweet orgasm.
Chapter 7
It’s Friday morning and I am getting ready for the company luncheon that Patricia set up. Today I’ve decided on a casual look wearing a pair of skinny jeans, tan shirt, and brown stilettos. I also choose a brown blazer in case it’s cold outside. Heath is in the living room waiting for me since he’s already dressed; he’s going to drop me off at work.
We spent all of yesterday in my apartment getting to know one another better. We talked more about our lives, including what we could remember of our childhoods. I finally told him my ex-husband’s name is David and he told me about his ex-fiancé, Nadia, who is a runway model. As much as we talked, I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him about my infertility. I mean, we weren’t talking about our future, anyway.
I cooked him breakfast and lunch and we ordered takeout for dinner. The delivery guy seemed star struck when Heath came to the door to pay for our food. What is it with this guy and why is everyone so crazy over him?
He convinced me that I didn’t need to buy a car because I could just choose one of his to drive or I could have him or Benjamin take me where I need to
go. I’ve conceded for now because I do need to learn the area a little better before I purchase a vehicle.
I change into my brown signature Louis Vuitton bag, brush my hair, do my makeup, and then head toward the living room where Heath is watching the news. I sit down beside him and he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. He kisses me on the cheek and says, “It’s supposed to be sixty-nine degrees today, I’m glad you’re wearing a jacket,” he says with a laugh.
“Are you being facetious?”
He stifles his smile. “No darling, I don’t want you getting sick. I can’t make love to you when you’re not feeling well.” My cheeks heat thinking about how we made love after breakfast, lunch, and before we went to bed last night. He’s so sensual, careful, and attentive to my body and the things that make me feel good. Where has this man been all of my life? “What time does your luncheon start?” He asks, breaking me away from my little daydream.
“I don’t know, around eleven I think,” I answer.
“Well, come on because I have to meet Albert at the St. James Building.”
We leave my place, head downstairs to the garage and then get into his silver Bentley Continental GT. I know this car because David’s dad had one.
As Heath opens the door for me and I get settled in I ask, “Albert is Benjamin’s son, right?”
“Yes, how did you know that?” He asks once he gets in and closes his door.
“Benjamin told me the last time I was at your place.”
“Oh,” he says as he pulls out of the parking garage.
“Well, Albert has been my friend since childhood and he works for The St. James Company’s street division; he’s a foreman. He just flew in from Switzerland last night and we have to go over some things this morning, namely how much did it cost to have him and his workers drag their feet and not complete that road project on time.” He sounds upset.
I grab his hand and kiss one of his knuckles in an attempt to lighten his mood. He looks over at me and smiles, so I’m assuming it worked. When we pass by the countryside, which is my favorite part of the ride to London City, I say, “When I first moved here, I imaged myself having a picnic on the grass between those rolling hills.”
Looking straight ahead he says, “It is beautiful out there, isn’t it?”
When we pull up to the Stansbury Building, there are at least five people with cameras outside looking around as if they are waiting for someone. Heath takes a deep breath and gets out. Before he opens my door he says something to the people and they all seem to back away. I get out of the car and he walks me to the door, kissing me before I walk in.
“I’ll be back at about t
wo, if you’re finished before that just give me a call,” he says in my ear.
I nod, get up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek, and then walk into the building. I smile when I pass Kate, who actually stands and acknowledges me today, then I get on the elevator headed to my floor. When I get there, Patricia is waiting in the sitting area for me. I invite her in and she gives me the rundown on what has been happening for the last day and a half and the itinerary for today’s luncheon. Before she leaves, she looks as if she wants to ask me something but wisely decides against it.
“I’ll see you in a few,” I say to her when she makes it to the doorway.
I turn on my computer to check my emails. Mr. Stansbury sent me one telling me he will drop in next week to see how the grand opening is coming along. Then there are some from the US division’s upper management wishing me luck. Then I run across one that I know will make my day go sour from the one person I never want to hear from again, Lauren.
What the hell does she want now?
I open the email and begin to read it.
From: Lauren Hampton
Date: Thursday, May 28, 2013 3:30 p.m.
To: Alicia McAllister
Subject: Hello
Hello Alicia,
I attempted to call you at work, but I guess you’ve left for the day. I’m writing you to ask you a question. I’m sure David has told you that I’ve given birth to our daughter Olivia Skye, but right after her birth he left the hospital on what was supposed to be a business trip to Australia. I have reason to believe that he was in London with you; was he? If he was, I hope you’re ashamed of yourself, pulling David away from his daughter when she needed him the most and making him feel like he has lie to me about his whereabouts. I’m asking you nicely, Miss McAllister, STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN AND OUR FAMILY. Let us live our lives, you had your chance and you lost. I’m not going to ask you again.
Lauren
My eyebrows furrow at the computer screen. I read the message again to make sure I read it correctly the first time. I hit reply then add David to the email so that I can say what I have to say to both of them at the same time.
From: Alicia McAllister
Friday May 29, 2013 9:38 a.m.
To: Lauren Hampton
cc: David Barfield
RE: Hello
Lauren,
I took the liberty of adding David to this email so that I won’t have to repeat myself. Let me first start by insisting that you don’t call my job for any reason other than wanting to invest your money in stocks, bonds, or mutual funds and even then you would need to speak with one of my investment advisors to schedule an appointment.
David’s whereabouts are no longer a concern of mine, so wherever he told you he was, you just have to rely on your instincts to know whether or not he’s telling the truth. So, if he tells you he was in Australia and don’t like his answer, use the history that you have with him and figure out where he was. That’s my advice to you.
I find it amusing that a woman who gets pregnant from someone else’s husband has the audacity to tell his ex-wife to stay away from her family when you got pregnant from a man with a family. You, my dear, have some nerve. Not once did I call you and demand that you leave my husband alone, it would have been assumed that, as a woman, you wouldn’t have started dealing with him in the first place. Now you’re a little scared because he disappeared for a couple of days and you think I want him back? Don’t worry; I wouldn’t take him back for all the rice in the Philippines.
You did what you had to do to get David where you wanted him, now you’re afraid that he’s going to do the same to you. I can assure you of two things: I DON’T WANT DAVID and KARMA IS REAL!!! So someone else will definitely take your place.
David, please refer to the email originally sent by Lauren. Talk to her and let her know not to contact me again.
Thank you,
Alicia
I hit send and slowly count to ten trying to figure out how in the world David ended up with that woman. I answer Mr. Stansbury’s email telling him I look forward to his visit and then shut down my computer, preparing to leave my office. As I grab my purse, my phone starts to ring, and I’m not surprised that it’s David.
“Hello David,” I say wanting him to know that he’s annoying me already.
“Alicia, I hope you don’t think I’m okay with Lauren contacting you. I don’t know what her problem is but I’m going to call her as soon as I get off the phone with you.” David sounds frantic.
“I don’t care if you talk to her or not. I just don’t want her calling me with that shit.” I take a deep breath. “Look, I’m at work and I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Yeah, work is always more important than personal matters.”
“David, you and I are no longer in a relationship where I have to make you a priority in anything. Just tell your girlfriend to stop trying to contact me and I don’t want you to call me anymore, either.”
“If that’s what you want, Alicia,” he sounds sad.
“It’s exactly what I want, David,” I snap. I don’t have time for this shit.
“Just don’t ruin your next relationship being a workaholic.”
“And you don’t ruin yours being a two-timing dog,” I end the call before he could say anything else and then put my phone back in my purse.
I walk out of my office and head to the lounge area doing my very best to calm down before the meet and greet. I get off of the elevator on the tenth floor and when I walk in, I’m immediately congratulated by a room full of employees; my employees.
***
The luncheon was fantastic. Patricia really did a great job with planning this, especially since it was last minute. I had a chance to meet all of the associates which include ten investment advisors, Chief Operating Officer, Chief Information Officer, and all of their assistants. Kate from reception was there, as well. I had to put her in her place when she asked me if I was dating Heath. I wasn’t rude; I just kindly told her that who I’m dating is none of her concern and that I do not discuss my personal life at work. I don’t think she understands that I am her boss’s boss’s boss, not her friend or coworker. She’ll get it through her head or get fired soon enough.
***
After the luncheon I go to my office to call Heath and let him know I’m ready. To my surprise, he is already there with the door closed lying down on the sofa resting.
“Hey,” I say to him with a half-smile on my face because for some reason, I’m happy to see him here.
“Hey,” he says stretching and yawning.
I sit down on the edge of the sofa next to him and start to rub his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “Maybe you should go to bed at night.”
He kisses my thumb and then lets out a soft chuckle. “Lately I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“Oh really? Why is that?”
“Because there is this woman I can’t stop thinking about; even when I’m in bed with her, holding her and watching her sleep.”
I moan involuntarily. Those words and that accent are about to win him a visit from my little lady in my office. “How was your meeting with Albert?”
“I’d rather talk about how your luncheon went.”
“That bad, huh?”
“He thinks that because we are friends everything he does should be forgiven. He fucked up a lot of money in Switzerland drinking and partying and not getting the work done. My father wants to fire him, but I asked him to think about it over the weekend. I mean, Albert has no education outside of formal schooling, and all he knows is construction. I don’t think he even knows how to look for a job.” I can tell this is really bothering him.
“Sometimes you have to think of what’s best for your business. It sounds like Albert doesn’t appreciate you and your father giving him a job and he’s taking advantage of your friendship.”
He sighs, “That’s exactly what my father said.”
“Your father sounds like a smart man
.”
“You’ll meet him tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot all about that.”
“Are you still up for it?”
“Yeah . . . um . . . sure, I haven’t met anyone’s parents in forever.”
“They’ll love you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I love you.”
I stare at him with my eyes spread as wide as silver dollars.
What in the world do I say to that?
How can he possibly love me when we haven’t been dating that long? We just went on our first date exactly a week ago for crying out loud!
“Heath . . . I-” For once I can’t say anything.
“You don’t have to make that face Alicia. I don’t expect you to feel the way I feel,” Heath says as he caresses my arm with the back of his hand.
“H . . . how can you feel so strongly about someone you just met?”
“We didn’t just meet darling, we met in your office back in March. I thought you were the most beautiful and intelligent woman I’ve ever seen in my life; nothing like the women I usually date. I’ve wanted you since that day I invested those ten million dollars with you, and now that I have you, I’m going to do everything in my power to not lose you.”
I lean down and give him a swift kiss on the lips. I can’t say that I love him because I’m not ready for that, yet. But, if he keeps on I just might fall in love sooner than I want to.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. We can have dinner at my house. Do you want to sleep over?”
“Sure,” I say walking over to grab my purse on our way out.
Heath opens the door for me and as soon as I’m settled in, my phone rings. I reach in my purse silently praying that it’s not David because I don’t feel like dealing with him right now. I take a deep breath and look at the screen, it’s Tamia.
Thank God.
“Hey Mia, what’s up?” I say as Heath pulls out of our parking spot.
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