Inseparable_A Second Chance Romance

by Mia Ford

  We spent the rest of dinner, relaxed, happy, and laughing. I felt so comfortable with Casey and I didn’t want the night to end just because dinner was over. When we left the restaurant, I motioned to the park on the other side of the street and she smiled at me, nodding silently. We strolled across the concrete path that led through the large oak trees, staring out at the lawn that was usually full of dogs, exercise classes, or frisbee throwers. Tonight though, in the chilled October air, it was just the two of us and I couldn’t help but feel my lust for her rise up into my throat. I looked over at her as she rubbed her arms. I pulled my jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled at me, her green eyes glistening in the lights that lined the trail.

  Just the feel of her shoulder brushing across my hand ignited every sense in my body and immediately, I could feel myself turning on the charm. I didn’t know how I thought I would get away with just brushing her off but I knew now that was not going to happen. Desire was pumping through my veins as we walked along and all I could think about was getting her home and in my bed. But how? I knew she was really against anything happening, since I was leaving again. I listened to her talk about her job, tuning out halfway through as I tried to devise a plan to convince her to come home with me for a nightcap. I reached down and grabbed her hand, hoping she wouldn’t pull away. She looked up at me and smiled, her heels clicking against the cement walkway. As she took another step forward, she wobbled and screamed, her heel snapping from her shoe. I reached out and caught her, stepping forward and sweeping her into my arms.

  “Damn,” she said, looking at her half heel hanging from her foot.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I own a hotel right down the street. We can go there and get you a new pair of shoes.”

  She looked at me for a moment, running something over in her mind before wrapping her arms around my neck and nodding her head. I reminded myself to send a thank you letter to whoever made her shoes. I carried her down the block and into the hotel, nodding at the front desk so they knew I was taking the suite upstairs. It was usually held for me or any guests I had coming into town. As we stepped into the elevator, I set her gingerly down on her feet and put my key in the lock. The doors closed slowly and we moved toward the top floor.

  Once we were inside, I picked up the phone and called down to the concierge. I glanced over at Casey who was wandering around the suite with her eyes wide. I told the concierge that we needed a pair of size 8 nude pumps and added that we needed them fast for good measure. However, as I hung up the phone and looked over at the bottle of champagne in the glass front mini fridge, I knew they could take their sweet time bringing those shoes up. I walked over and pulled the bottle from the fridge, grabbing two glasses from the bar. Casey turned toward me and I waved the bottle at her with raised eyebrows. She oohed dramatically and laughed as she walked over to the sofa that faced the picture windows. She sat down and crossed her long legs. I poured us both a glass and sat down next to her, taking in a deep breath.

  For several moments, we sipped our bubbly in awkward silence, the tension between us thick and sultry. Slowly, I reached my hand down and ran it across her leg, unable to control myself any longer. She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes darkening. I leaned in slowly, pressing my lips gently against hers, feeling her breath catch in her throat and her knees begin to tremble. I set my glass down on the table in front of us, not disconnecting my lips from hers. I reached up, doing the same with her glass. Once our hands were free I didn’t waste any time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to me. Our bodies leaned in toward each other and as my tongue parted her luscious lips, her shoulders relaxed and she fell deep into my kiss.

  Our tongues rolled against each other and I groaned softly into her mouth, tasting her once again. My cock was already rock hard in my pants and I reached over, grabbed her hand, and laid it in my lap. She already knew what I wanted and from the feel of her hand tightening over my shaft, I knew she wanted it too. Her perfume wafted around us as I pushed my mouth harder against hers, kissing her passionately against the city backdrop. It may have been five years but our attraction was still just as strong as it was that Christmas Eve night. I was ready to take her again, all night long.

  Chapter 8: Casey

  Desire pulsed through my body and dripped into my panties. The man, who five years ago had done the most memorable things to my body, was here, pressed against me and ready to go again. I knew I shouldn’t but that made me want to even more. So many nights, I laid in bed just thinking about his body, his touch, and the way he felt inside of me. I knew I could never walk away from a chance to be with him again, to remember exactly what it was like to feel him. I leaned forward, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushed my legs apart and ran his hands up my thighs, stopping and touching the clasps holding up my stockings. He bit down on my bottom lip, obviously aroused by what he felt there.

  I stood up and stared deep into his eyes as I circled around to face him, straddling his legs between mine and pulling the skirt of my dress up to my hips. I reached down and took his hand, sliding it between my legs. I purposely didn’t wear panties, just in case this exact thing happened. I was so glad I wore those old nude heels tonight. When they broke, I felt like the entire universe was aligning to get Dex and me back in bed together. His breathing increased as he felt my hot wet pussy against his hand. I spread my legs wider and looked down at him as I reached back and unzipped the back of my dress. I felt his fingers begin to move and moaned softly as he pressed firmly against my mound. I reached back and pulled the dress over my head, letting my firm breasts bounce out in front of me. His gaze was deep and he was drinking me in with his deep blue eyes.

  I went to move but he grabbed my hips with a small smirk and slid two fingers inside of me. I gasped at the feeling but stood frozen as he slipped through my juices with ease. With each push, I could feel the tips of his fingers flicker against the walls of my pussy and it sent waves of pleasure through me. He pushed in deep again, this time taking his thumb and rubbing it hard against my clit in a circular motion. I threw my head back and grabbed his wrist out of reflex. I didn’t want him to stop but God, it felt so good. He reached both hands up and pulled me forward, forcing me to straddle him. I thought he wanted me on his cock but he kept pulling until my wetness was resting on his chest. He looked up at me and bit his lip as he slid his body downward and pressed his mouth into me. I grabbed onto the back of the couch and moaned loudly as he ran his tongue through my slit, massaging my clit before closing his lips around it.

  My hands met my tits and I massaged them hard as my hips began to roll against his face. I loved this feeling of control. Even though the grip he had on my ass proved he held the power, I still enjoyed the illusion I was under. I pulled my hands down to the top of his head and started to grind hard against his lips, fucking his face and gasping with pleasure. I looked down and I could see his erection pulsating through his black dress pants. It was bursting to get out and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. However, at the moment, I was happy to let his tongue slip in and out of me before running up through my mound and circling my clit. As I continued to grind downward, he pulled back a bit and looked up at me.

  “You like that?” He whispered the words but his low growling voice echoed through my chest. “You taste so fucking good. I want you to come for me baby.”

  “No.” I gasped. “I want to come with you inside of me.”

  “We have plenty of time for that.” He chuckled, pushing forward and burying his face back in my wetness.

  As my hips moved like a wave against his smooth face and his tongue did laps around my wetness, I felt the sting of orgasm pushing forward with a fury. At that point, there was no going back so I grabbed onto his blonde curls and moved faster, feeling his groan vibrate against my clit. I arched my back and threw my head back, screaming and laughing as the waves of the orgasm flowed through me. I could hear his tongue lapping up my juices and I co
uld feel a smirk pull at the edges of his lips.

  When my body stopped shaking from the ecstasy, I moved off his face and stood up as he rose before me, taking my hand, and leading me toward the bedroom. The room was dark and the bed was huge. I didn’t know if I could keep myself upright with my quivering thighs. I turned back to Dex and watched as he pulled his clothes off with speed. I knew as soon as he was naked, he was coming for me. He grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled his wallet out, taking a gold wrapped condom from the bill and tossing it back on the floor. I sat down and moved backward on the bed, watching him stroke his hard erection. Before he could rip the top of the condom off, I reached forward and grabbed his shaft, licking my lips. His eyes went wide as I pulled him closer and licked him from the bottom to the top.

  I could feel his knees tremble and I smiled, glancing at his face before taking his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he reached his hand up to the back of my head and groaned as his erection slid down my throat. I paused, eyes watering, and swirled my tongue wildly around before sucking hard and lifting back up. I could feel his hips start to roll toward my face and I reached up, cradling his balls and moaning from the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair. I opened my throat and grabbed his ass, pulling forward and then back, deep throating his cock over and over. I looked up at him through watery eyes and ran my tongue across his engorged tip. His cock was red and pulsating and I knew he didn’t have much longer. I was still desperate to feel him inside me.

  “You want me?” He growled as he pushed me backward on the bed and hooked my legs over his arms.

  “Mmhmm,” I said, biting my lip and nodding my head yes.

  He flashed that amazing smile and dove down, setting the head of dick on my wetness and pushing just slightly inside me. He chuckled as I squirmed, wanting to feel it all. He pulled back out and then slid just partly inside again. I gritted my teeth and reached for him but he shook his finger at me and pulled back out. He reached down and grabbed the condom, tearing it open, and rolling it down his long shaft.

  “Okay,” he whispered. “Now, I can fuck you.”

  With those words, he thrust forward hard, filling me up quickly before moving back. He did this over and over again as his fingers massaged my clit. The feeling was so powerful I could barely even moan. I held my breath and grabbed onto the sheets around me. As he slowed his pace slightly and rolled his hips into my body, I arched my back and screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure vibrated through my entire being. I looked up at him, moaning loudly, and watched as his eyes darkened and his thrusts hardened. My pussy contracting around him and my juices flowing set him on fire because he reached up and grabbed my breasts and pushed as hard as he could, stopping when he reached the top and groaning loudly with his own pleasure. I could feel his cock erupting inside of me, the shaft pulsing and vibrating against my walls.

  I reached up and ran my hand down his chest as he breathed deeply, trying to get a handle on himself. He looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes and smiled knowingly before collapsing next to me on the bed. I watched him climb out of bed and walk into the main area, peaking out the front door and grabbing a shoebox from the hallway. We must have completely ignored the knock or I scared them away with my screaming. Dex walked in and tossed me the box. I opened the lid and pulled one tall nude heel from the box, gasping as I realized it was a red soled Louboutin shoe. These shoes were expensive as hell and I couldn’t believe I was holding one in my hand.

  “You don’t like them?” He was getting dressed when he noticed the look of shock on my face.

  “No, they’re beautiful but they are like nine hundred-dollar shoes,” I said, wide-eyed and afraid to touch them for too long.

  “So,” Dex said, chuckling and sitting down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m not really hurting for money. And as much as I enjoyed having you in my arms, I can’t really carry you all over New York City.”

  “Well that’s just a shame,” I said with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed my cheek as I put the heels on my feet and looked down at them with excitement.

  “Can I see you again before I leave?” My eyes flashed to his face. This was the billion-dollar question.

  “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I mean, I love spending time with you. It’s so much fun but I don’t know if seeing each other again would be a good idea.”

  Before he could answer me, a look of disappointment on his face, his phone rang and he patted me on the leg, jumped from the bed, and took the call in the other room. I watched for a moment as he settled into business mode, smiling at how sexy he looked standing in nothing but a towel by the window. I took a deep breath and pulled my dress back on, my stockings still on my body. I knew that sneaking out wasn’t very nice but I also knew I needed to leave before he could wear me down again. I pulled my hair back and smoothed it down, grabbing the shoes and tip toeing around the corner toward the door. I got in the elevator quickly and took it to the bottom, slipping my new shoes on before exiting into the lobby.

  There was already a cab sitting out front so I was more than glad to not have to wait to find a ride. I climbed inside and shut the door, staring up at the window to the suite. I couldn’t understand how this happened so fast. I told myself I was going to have a good time because I deserved it but already, I could feel the familiar ache in my heart. He was the only man I had ever given myself to and now, he was back and just the same Dex as before. He couldn’t give me what I wanted, I wanted much more than he was offering. As the car pulled off and sped toward home, I thought about my life, my son, and my family, realizing I got caught up in a fairytale again. I wasn’t thinking about the reality of the situation. There was no way Dex was going to give his heart to me, not the way I wanted him to. I needed to come to terms with that or the pain would only get worse.

  As I walked into my apartment after a long night and stared at my little boy sleeping in his bed, I knew I made the right decision. I couldn’t be my best with a broken heart and that was exactly where I was headed with Dex.

  Chapter 9: Dex

  It was the first Saturday I actually wished I was working. It had been a week since Casey snuck past me at the hotel and bolted. I still could not get her off my mind. All I wanted to do was drive over and show up on Casey’s doorstep so I can see her beautiful face again. I sent her two dozen roses but heard nothing. I texted, called, and left a voicemail asking her to please call me back but she simply refused to talk to me or see me. I was going absolutely nuts over this girl. Ultimately, I couldn’t figure out why I was going so nuts over her to begin with. I had never in my life been so desperate to see a girl. I had never left a voicemail asking a girl if she had time to see me. If they didn’t answer when I called, I moved on to the next one. But with Casey, I just didn’t know who I could ever move on with. It felt like there was nowhere else to go.

  Our attraction was so deep it drove me crazy. No matter what I did, when I was around her I couldn’t help but think about getting her naked. I wanted to feel her skin, hear her voice, taste her sweet core. At the same time, I would have been happy to just sit with her and talk. It was insane. Maybe it was just the attraction, maybe I was reading too much into all of it, or maybe I had been working so hard at work that Casey provided a nice distraction. But feeling this way was definitely not relaxing, it was the complete opposite. Whatever the reason, I tried my best to not analyze it too deeply, feeling myself getting completely caught up in the moment. I no longer just thought about having sex with Casey but I thought about our conversations, our jokes, her laugh, and everything else that happened between us.

  I stood up, sipping my coffee, and began to pace. I needed to decide what to do about this. I tried completely forgetting about her and moving on but that folded with the first text I sent. I tried looking at her as just a really great piece of ass but then I felt guilty for demeaning her that way. I should have listened to my sister from the beginning and not messed with Casey. If I did that, I would be enjoying my time in New
York instead of sitting here pacing my penthouse apartment and trying to come up with excuses to knock on her door. Who was I kidding, I was hooked before I even got back to New York. Just thinking about how her and how much I wanted to spend another amazing night with her was enough to captivate me completely. This girl really burrowed her way into my head and though I was constantly burying any thought that we could be more than lust, I couldn’t help but feel that disgusting lurch in my gut.

  I shook my head and grabbed my jacket. I was done torturing myself. I took the elevator down to the lobby and out into the street, grabbing a cab, and giving them Casey’s address. I wasn’t going to sit around and be miserable. No, she was going to have to tell me to my face that she didn’t want me around instead of sneaking out the back door for a third time. As we drove through town, I looked out the window at all the Halloween decorations and suddenly, I had a brilliant idea that ended with me at Casey’s door, lugging one of the biggest pumpkins I had ever seen. I rested the pumpkin on my knee and knocked on the door. When it opened, Andrea stood there, looking down at the pumpkin and then back at me. A knowing smirk crossed her lips as she waved me inside the house.

  “Casey is getting Seth dressed,” she said. “Go ahead into the kitchen so you can put that thing down.”

  I could hear Seth laughing and shrieking in the other room as I entered the kitchen. The patter of little feet echoed and I turned to see Seth screaming his way into the kitchen, not wearing any pants. As soon as he saw me, he froze in an almost comical position. Immediately, his cheeks turned red and his hands went down, clutched in front of him. There was that shyness that I remembered from when I first met Casey. I smiled down at Seth as Casey rounded the corner looking frazzled.