by Sandi Lynn
“Well, I’m thirty years old. You know I have a sister. Did I mention that she’s my twin?”
“Really? Wait a minute. If your sister is your twin, then it was your birthday as well.”
“You are correct.” He smiled.
I raised my glass to him. “Happy belated birthday.”
“Thank you, Emily.” He brought his glass to mine.
“May I ask what you do for work?”
“I’m the CEO of Caine Property Development & Management, which I took over for my father after his retirement.”
“Impressive. Your father can’t be that old.”
“He’s fifty-five. His philosophy was that he put in his time, built his company, and now it’s up to me to run it while he and his current wife travel the world.”
“Your parents are divorced?”
“Yes. Multiple times over.” He smiled. “My father is on his fifth wife and my mother is on her fourth husband. I swear they’re in competition with each other to see who can marry the most times before they die.”
“Wow. That’s crazy.”
He held up his glass to me. “Hence the reason I don’t believe in relationships.”
“Touché.” I smiled as I clanked my glass against his.
“I grew up watching the bad relationships my parents had with each other and their significant others. Neither one of them have ever been happy.”
“I’m sorry. What about your sister? Is she also anti-relationship?”
“Not as bad as I am. She’s had her share of men, but now she let down her guard and fell in love with a doctor she met at the hospital. They’ve been dating a little over a year.”
“That must have been scary for her.”
“It was, but he treats her like a queen and she’s happy. I just hope it lasts.”
“You don’t have to be in a relationship to be happy in life,” I spoke as I sipped my champagne. “Relationships have a way of taking a happy person and turning them miserable.”
“I fully agree. So, what about your parents?”
“I never knew my father and my mother passed away a couple of years ago from cancer.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. Did she ever marry?”
“Oh God no.” I laughed. “Hence the reason I am the way I am. She didn’t believe in relationships and dated a slew of men over the years. She always told me that companionship is good, but relationships are bad. The minute a guy wanted to become serious, she dumped him. She was very career driven. Her business and I were her life.”
“What did she do?”
“She owned her own insurance company. Before she passed away, she sold it and put the money in an account for me. That’s how I was able to open my own shop.”
“Tell me if I’m being too personal, but what about your father? You said you never knew him. Did she ever talk about him?”
“The only thing she ever told me was that she wasn’t sure who my father was, and it didn’t matter because it was just the two of us and that’s how it would always be.”
“Do you ever wonder?” he asked.
“I used to, but I haven’t in a long time. What’s the point?”
The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he picked up his glass.
“Here’s to enjoying life the way we want.”
“And staying single and happy.” I held up my glass to his.
After finishing dinner, Jackson paid the bill and we stepped outside the restaurant. We stood there, facing each other in the midst of that awkward moment phase. He slowly brought his hand up to my face.
“You are an incredibly beautiful woman and I enjoyed having dinner with you.” He smiled.
“Thank you. I had a great time.”
“Would it be okay if I kissed you goodnight?”
“I think that would be okay.” I softly smiled as I stared into his eyes.
He moved his hand from my cheek and cupped my chin as his head dipped and his lips brushed against mine. His kiss was everything I knew it would be. Soft, sensual, delightful, and sexy. He pulled away and stared at me with a hunger in his eyes. He wanted more than just a brief kiss and the way my body was reacting to him, so did I.
No words were spoken as his lips met mine once again. My arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped inside and tangled with mine. A wetness down below emerged as well as a fierce ache that couldn’t be tamed.
“Go get a room, you two,” a passerby shouted.
Both of us laughed mid-kiss as he placed his hands on my hips.
“There’s a room right inside,” he spoke.
“Yes, there is.” I smirked.
“Are you interested in seeing what the room has to offer?”
“Very interested.”
The smile on his face grew wide as he grabbed my hand and we walked into the Trump Hotel.
“Good evening, may I help you?” the gentleman behind the counter asked.
“We need a room,” Jackson replied.
“Any preference?”
“No. Not tonight anyway. Just give us what you have available.”
“How many nights will you be staying?”
“Just one.”
“We have our park suite available. All I’ll need is your credit card, please.”
Jackson reached into his wallet and handed him his card.
“You’re all set, Mr. Caine. You are in room 1711.”
“Thank you.”
The moment the elevator doors shut, Jackson turned and smashed his mouth against mine all the way to the seventeenth floor. My body was already on fire with desire for him and I didn’t want his lips to leave mine. After opening the door to our room, he immediately locked it, swooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bedroom.
Chapter 9
Jackson
Her lips were as soft as silk and tasted like champagne. Setting her down on the floor, I wasted no time taking down the straps of her sexy red dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her red strapless bra pushed her tits up and created the most sensuous cleavage I’d ever seen, arousing me even more, until I looked down at the lace red string panties she was wearing that sent me over the edge. My tongue slid along her neck as I pushed her hair to the side, while my hands roamed up and down her, feeling the perfection of her body. Her skin beneath my fingers was as soft as a rose petal and I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside this beauty that I had the pleasure of getting to know tonight. Bringing my fingers around to the clasp of her bra, I unhooked it with ease. Her breasts were natural, beautifully formed, and the perfect size. Her soft pink nipples hardened into peaks beneath my touch and her hands combed through my hair.
Wrapping one arm around her, I lay her down on the bed, removing my mouth from hers as my tongue slid across each of her breasts. A light moan escaped her lips as her hand wrapped around my neck, forcing me to take her entire breast in my mouth. What I wouldn’t give to just plunge my cock deep inside her at that moment. But this needed to last. I needed to make sure she was fully pleasured, and her arousal was fully heightened before I fucked her. She deserved it. My hand slid down the front of her panties, feeling the smoothness of her freshly shaven skin, and softly caressed her clit before dipping my finger inside. She gasped with excitement and threw her head back as she took in the pleasure I gave her. She aroused me in every sense, the way only a woman like her could. Removing my finger, I took down her panties, pulled her to the edge of the bed, got down on my knees, and buried my face between her legs. A moan of desire escaped her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she arched her back while my tongue made her orgasm something fierce.
Standing up, I took out a condom from my wallet, took down my pants, and smiled as I hovered over her beautiful body. Her hands cupped each side of my face as my lips met hers for a passionate kiss. Lowering myself, I thrust inside her with ease, letting her take me in until I was buried deep inside her. With slow, soft strokes, I moved in and out of her, taking pleasure in the way her pussy env
eloped my cock. The warmth she possessed inside was gratifying as my skin began to form beads of sweat. Moans rumbled in my chest as I pushed up and picked up my pace while I stared into her eyes. Words weren’t spoken, but her expression and body movement already told me what I needed to know. The buildup was coming and all it would take was her orgasm to send me over the edge. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room and her legs tightened around me while her body shook underneath me. One last thrust and I halted as I closed my eyes and strained to push out every last drop. Dropping my body on hers, I buried my face in her neck. Her breathing was rapid, as was mine, making it hard to catch our breath.
Lifting myself off of her, I kissed her lips and then disposed of the condom in the bathroom. When I walked back into the room, I found her sitting up and slipping back into her dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting dressed.” She smirked.
“Take it off and put this on.” I reached in the closet and grabbed a robe from the hanger.
“Aren’t we leaving?” she asked as she took it from me.
“No. Why would we leave? I paid for the night. We might as well enjoy what the room has to offer.” I grinned. “Do you usually leave right after sex?”
“Most of the time. You don’t?”
“Most of the time I do, but it’s already late and we’re here, so we might as well stay.” I put on the other robe.
“Oh, okay. But I will warn you that I snore.” She smiled.
I chuckled as I followed her into the living area. “I’ve been known to snore as well, so maybe we can have a contest of who snores the loudest.”
She laughed and walked over to the counter where there was a display of chocolates and snacks.
“Would you like me to open a bottle of wine?” I asked as I opened the refrigerator.
“Wine sounds good, especially with this chocolate bar.”
“Are you going to share that chocolate bar with me?” I smirked.
“You like chocolate?” She narrowed her eye.
“I love it. I keep a bag of it in my desk drawer at the office.”
Her grin widened. “I keep a bag of it underneath the counter at the shop.”
I opened the wine while she grabbed two glasses and we went back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. She broke the Hershey’s bar in half and handed it to me.
“Ah! What are you doing?” she asked as I brought the glass up to my lips.
“Drinking some wine.” I arched my brow.
“Mr. Caine, when you have chocolate and wine, you don’t taste the wine first.”
“You don’t?” I cocked my head.
“No. You break off a piece of chocolate, put it in your mouth, and savor the creamy taste. Then you,” she brought the glass up to her lips and took a drink, “wash it down with the wine. See, it’s a delicacy and it must be treated with the upmost respect.” She smiled.
As I stared at her with my head tilted to the side, trying to absorb what she had just said, I couldn’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she was, and the word ‘adorable’ was not in my vocabulary.
“My apologies to the chocolate.”
“Thank you.” She gave a nod.
“So, what’s the longest period of time you dated a guy?”
“Hmm. Let me see.” She looked up at the ceiling. “A month. It would have been longer because he was a great guy, but he had to go and fall in love with me and then started to talk about marriage and how I was the one he could see spending the rest of his life with.”
“Pity. Why can’t people understand the unnaturalness of relationships? I mean, spending your whole life with one person is absurd. I’m sure you’re well aware of anything you do in life for a long period of time gets boring.”
“Right?!” Her eyes lit up. “Especially the sex.” She shuddered.
“Not to mention the boring conversations that you’re forced to have with each other,” I spoke.
“And being forced to put on a happy face to outsiders when really you just want to rip his head off because everything he does irritates the shit out of you.”
“Definitely that one.” I pointed at her. “And the fights and the constant arguing.”
“So draining. Why anyone would want to put themselves in that position is beyond me. As far as I’m concerned, people are way too selfish to get involved in relationships.”
“I am.” I smiled.
“Me too. So how about you? Longest relationship ever?” She popped another piece of chocolate in her mouth.
“Never. I’ve never stuck around long enough for a relationship to form.”
“So you just date a woman once and move on to the next?”
“No. Sometimes I date them three times and then they start getting attached. Texting me all the time, whining about seeing me again, saying how much they missed me. So I block their number and don’t see them again. I can’t stand needy women. They drive me insane.”
“I can’t stand needy men either. Sometimes I just want to scream, ‘Grow a pair of balls and man the fuck up!’”
I chuckled as I finished off my half of the chocolate and the wine.
“As much as I love our tantalizing conversations, Mr. Caine, I’m wiped out.”
“Me too. We should get some sleep.” I kissed her forehead. Good night, Emily.”
“Good night, Jackson.” She rolled over away from me.
“You don’t have to sleep so far away,” I spoke.
“I need my space.”
I smiled as I turned off the light and laid my head on the pillow.
Chapter 10
Emily
As I lay there, the feeling of fire still ripped through my body. Jackson Caine was the BEST sex I’d ever had in my entire life. Even better than Jenner Brooks and I thought he was pretty good. Was it bad that I felt an ache down below that was screaming to be fulfilled again? Everything physically about him was beyond expectations. His tongue and hands worked magic on my body as they explored every inch of me, and his manhood—my god—his manhood was the perfect size. It was big but not overly huge. I could feel every inch of him inside. His thickness and length spoke for itself.
Going beyond looks, his personality was one that I connected with right away. I felt comfortable with him. Almost as if I’d known him my entire life. As if he was a best friend who was waiting in the wings. I could definitely see a blooming friendship with him. A guy with whom I could go out and have fun with without any strings attached, have good sex, and call it a night. Could it be a possibility that I could have my cake and eat it too?
Opening my eyes, I stared at his arm, which was draped around me. His face was buried in my hair from behind and the warmth of this breath cascaded down my neck.
“Jackson?” I whispered.
He moaned as he snuggled in closer to me.
“Are you awake?”
“I am now. What’s wrong?” he mumbled.
“Nothing. I was just wondering why you’re all up in my space.”
He removed his arm and turned on his back.
“Sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
Shifting my body, I turned on my side and smiled at him.
“It’s fine. It was kind of nice.”
He opened one eye and looked at me.
“It was. Wasn’t it?”
“I need coffee.” I placed my hand on his muscular chest.
“Me too. Let’s order room service before heading out.”
I reached over to the nightstand and handed him the room service menu.
“What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he sat up against the headboard.
“Poached eggs, whole wheat toast, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice,” I replied.
“Sounds like my kind of breakfast.” He smiled as he picked up the phone on his nightstand and placed our order.
Climbing out of the bed, I went into the bathroom and washed my face.
“You didn’t tell
me I had mascara stains under my eyes,” I shouted to him.
“You look fine to me.”
Smiling, I patted my face dry with a towel and walked into the living area, where Jackson was looking out the window at Central Park.
“I need to fuck you again, Emily,” he spoke, looking straight ahead.
Shivers ran down my spine when I heard him say that. It was as if he read my mind. The ache down below had been fierce since last night.
“Now? Breakfast will be here shortly.”
He turned and looked me with a sly smile. Slowly walking over to me, he untied my robe and slid it off my shoulders.
“Breakfast can wait.”
His lips brushed against mine as his hands cupped my breasts and a moan rumbled in his throat. Untying his robe, I slid it off him and placed my hand on his cock, which was already hard and ready to go.
“Damn, your hand feels so good,” he whispered as his fingers traveled up my thigh and dipped inside me.
“So does yours,” I moaned as we both stood pressed against each other in the middle of the living room.
“I want you from behind. Bend over the table,” he spoke in a commanding tone. “Wait, I need to make sure you are fully ready to take me inside of you.” He got down on his knees and let his mouth work my aching and throbbing area.
I was already on the verge of having an orgasm and I begged him not to stop.
“Oh, I won’t until you give me what I desperately want,” he moaned.
The feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body was exhilarating as I let out a high-pitched sound and the wave of an orgasm took over. He stood up and smashed his mouth into mine, giving me a taste of myself. He turned me around and bent me over the table, pulled a condom from his robe pocket, rolled it on, and wasted no time thrusting inside of me at a rapid animal-like pace. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a man’s voice spoke, “Room service.”
“Fuck,” Jackson groaned. “Just leave it outside the door,” he shouted as he continued moving in and out of me.
“I need a signature, sir,” the man’s voice spoke.
“I will sign later! I’m busy at the moment.”
He picked up the pace once again and I couldn’t help but laugh.