by Max Monroe
“Oh, the fun has already been had, my dear. I plan on having even more fun tonight, without a lens in front of my face.”
I smiled, my nerves finally at ease. “I miss your crazy ass.”
“Miss you too, sweet cheeks. Call me later and let me know how things went.”
“You got it.”
“But make sure it’s tomorrow because I’m about to be balls deep in my best impression of a rodeo queen. The Italian Stallion—”
“I’m hanging up now!”
Her laugh was the last thing I heard as I tapped end on the call.
Turning for the door, I stopped mid-step, my eyes meeting my reflection in the glass panes. I did a quick once-over, taking inventory of my current state. My hair was a little askew, pulled up in a messy bun. My legs peeked out from beneath Kline’s Harvard cotton tee. My ass was covered by a pair of white cotton boy shorts. It wasn’t my sexiest of days, but I didn’t look awful. And surprisingly, my lips had gone back to their normal size.
I sniffed the collar of his t-shirt, and despite the clean scent, remnants of his cologne managed to linger on the freshly laundered material. God, he really did smell good. Kline just might have been my very own aphrodisiac.
I wanted him. And I was hell-bent on taking what I wanted.
Walking through the doors, I left any inkling of self-doubt on the terrace, finding him shirtless, standing at the sink of his master bathroom. His perfect ass was clad in boxer briefs and nothing else, wide shoulders on display, muscles stretching as he brushed his teeth. His biceps flexed as he finished up, turning off the sink.
His body was perfect. Defined with just enough bulk. Smooth skin sweetened the deal, leading from his muscular shoulders to his defined pectorals. I wanted to trace the lines with my tongue. He didn’t shave or wax his chest like guys on magazine covers. No, Kline Brooks was a man. A beautiful, sexy man with a natural smattering of dark hair on his chest. His abdomen was defined with ridges and hard lines that led down into a glorious V, and a soft, just barely noticeable trail of hair paved a path from his belly button to territory I’d have had to remove his boxer briefs to see.
I wanted to lick that happy trail, spend some time there, make a fucking day out of it.
My body was getting way too excited over the possibilities.
Cool it, Georgia. Slow your horny roll.
I wanted a re-do of our first kiss, not the beginning of a porno flick.
Cornflower blue eyes, with the tiniest bit of yellow lining the contrasting black pupils, met mine in the mirror. “Everything okay?”
I nodded, moving toward the sink and plucking his just-used toothbrush from the holder. Without hesitation, I made myself at home, putting a glob of toothpaste on the bristles and going to town on cleaning my teeth.
Kline watched with amusement.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked after two circuits on my top teeth.
“Not at all,” he responded, smirking. That perfect ass of his found the edge of the sink as he continued to observe.
“I need a favor,” I stated, turning off the sink and wiping my face with the hand towel.
“Favor?”
“Uh-huh. It’s a mighty big favor, but there’s a possibility it will benefit you greatly.”
“I’m all ears, Benny girl.” He winked, amused with my new nickname. Though I was less impressed with his creativity than he was, I still felt a tingle.
“Do you have an iPod dock anywhere in the apartment?”
His gaze turned intrigued. “In my bedroom, on the dresser beside the terrace doors.”
“Perfect,” I said over my shoulder, walking that direction.
He followed me, sitting on the bed, while I set my phone in the dock and found the perfect re-do song.
The Drifters’ “Some Kind of Wonderful” filled the room.
“I know this wasn’t the song we heard after our dance,” I pointed out, shrugging, “but it’s my favorite ‘Some Kind of Wonderful.’”
“Hmm, I don’t know. The first version seemed pretty good to me.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I can relate to the lyrics.”
I put a hand on my hip. “Is that so?”
He nodded. “I think most men come to a point in their lives where the concept of one right woman above all other things seems logical—warranted, even.”
I swooned. Head, heart, stomach—my entire body was in on it.
“Well, this is my show, so this is our some kind of wonderful for right now.”
Kline grinned.
My bare feet moved across the soft carpet, stopping once my knees tapped his. “Stand up, please.” I gestured with my hand. “I want a re-do. I want to finish what we started, before you tried to kill me with lime juice.” A teasing smirk crested my lips.
“I did not try to kill you,” he said through a chuckle, getting to his feet. “But, I am saying yes to the favor.”
Blue-tinted tenderness gazed down at me, while strong hands slipped under cotton, finding the curve of my hips.
“I’m sorry I ruined our date last night,” I whispered.
“You didn’t ruin anything.”
I cocked a disagreeing brow.
“Georgie, I had an amazing time.” He touched my cheek, warmth spreading across my skin. “And I’d do it all over again. Allergic reaction and Benny high, I’d still do it all over again. You’re pretty damn adorable when you’re buzzing on antihistamines.”
Good Lord, I can only imagine the kind of crazy things that were coming out of my mouth last night…
Self-doubt could be a real tricky bitch. Even when you thought you had her under control, she found a way to creep back in, making you analyze everything. Despite my earlier confidence, I had reached that moment.
“Please, don’t remind me of anything I said or did. I have enough embarrassment stocked up to last a lifetime.” I groaned, burying my face in his bare chest.
Kline consumed me in a hug. He held me for a long moment, shouldering my mortification. Lips found my ear and whispered, “Do you want to know something?”
“What?” I asked, my voice muffled against his skin.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Benny girl, and now, I’m ready for our re-do.”
I leaned back, staring up at him. The man I’d come to know as Mr. Brooks, CEO and well-known mogul of the online dating industry, was morphing into someone different. He wasn’t just the serious man whose life solely revolved around business. He was funny and sweet and lived in the moment. He wasn’t the flashy, ostentatious billionaire I pictured living in a million-dollar apartment. He was practical and humble, so damn humble. He was someone I wanted to spend more time with. He was someone I could see myself falling for.
He wasn’t Mr. Brooks anymore. He was Kline, the man I wanted to take a real chance on. It shocked me how little time it took to recognize the difference.
I slid my hands up his back, savoring the feel of his toned and smooth skin. Gripping the nape of his neck, I rocked my feet forward, standing tippy-toed. Desperate to feel his mouth on mine, I made the first move, slowly, softly, pressing my lips to his and coaxing a kiss from him.
He responded with fervor, sliding his tongue across my bottom lip and then slipping it inside my mouth to dance with mine. In a matter of seconds, our kiss turned heated, hands groping, tongues clashing. Kline gripped the cotton material covering my skin and removed it from my body, tossing it haphazardly across the room.
My breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled me closer. I moaned into his mouth when his hands met the curve of my back, sliding to my ass and slipping under my boy shorts. He gripped my bare skin for a beat before slipping his hands back up the curve of my spine, leaving my underwear back in place in his wake.
It was a crazy-hot move.
“Get on the bed, Georgie,” he demanded, turning our bodies and guiding me toward the mattress.
I lay back, staring up at him. U
ncertainty started to sneak in. I was worried he might expect more out of this moment than I was prepared to give. But the way he was looking at me—it was enough to make me forget my own name. Light blue eyes took in every inch of my exposed skin, darkening closer to navy by the second.
I couldn’t think about anything else besides him touching me.
He rested his hands beside my head, body hovering above mine. His tongue licked a line down my jaw, to my neck, until his lips were sucking a sensual path between my breasts.
“Now, I need a favor,” he whispered against my skin. “Let me taste you, sweet girl.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his skilled tongue eliciting panting breaths from my lungs. “Let me taste every inch of this perfect body. Let me hear what you sound like when you come.”
“Yes. God, yes,” I whimpered.
He grinned against my skin, fingers sliding down my stomach until they found my boy shorts, slipping them down my legs and off my body. Strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading and baring me to his heated gaze.
“You are so beautiful.”
He kneeled between my legs, slipping a finger between my lips and sliding through my arousal. “You’re soaked and so fucking soft. I want to lick up and down every part of this.” His finger traveled the slit and flicked the clit at the top for emphasis. “I’m hard just thinking about how good you’ll taste.”
Nerves started to fill my stomach with second thoughts. He didn’t know I was a virgin. And I knew, even though I was really into him, I wasn’t ready to take that kind of step. “Kline,” I whispered, my voice too shaky and quiet for him to hear.
“Now this is the kind of pussy a guy can get along with,” he said, flashing a wink in my direction.
And just like that, his playfulness washed my worries out to sea.
“Just how good of friends are you?” I asked.
He smiled. The bastard.
“I know her really well.”
My eyes narrowed, and he smiled harder.
“But it’s the kind of friendship built on trust and respect, and I never have more than one friend at a time.”
God, this man. He didn’t even know how good he was for me.
“That’s good to hear because this pussy doesn’t have more than one friend at a time either. And she demands respect and trust before letting anyone all the way in.”
“Duly noted.” He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. “Let the record show, I’m the kind of man who doesn’t rush things. I like to take my time and savor every moment, every single inch.” He moved to the other leg, repeating the same sexy-as-hell move. “And, Georgia?”
“Yeah?”
He slipped a finger inside of me and out again before sliding it into his mouth. He moaned audibly and closed his eyes. “You’re going to melt on my tongue.”
Holy hell.
“I think I’m already melting,” I whimpered, my head falling back on the bed.
“No, baby, you haven’t even started to melt yet,” he whispered, moving his tongue against me.
God, it felt so good. So fucking good.
I swallowed my moans, gripping the sheet for support. It was intense. My orgasm was building far quicker and stronger than anything I’d experienced. My legs and hips shook as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue working me into a frenzy.
But he didn’t let up.
He gripped my thighs, keeping me spread wide for his ministrations.
My fingers found his hair while my hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his mouth, riding his tongue.
This was the hottest round of oral I’d ever received in my life.
He repeatedly built me up, only to slow things down when I got too close.
He wasn’t racing to get me off; no, he was savoring every second. He told me how good I tasted and how hard he was just from watching me slowly lose control. He told me how sexy I was and how he never wanted to stop.
“Please, Kline. Oh fuck, please,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I wanted him to get me off—badly—yet I never wanted this to end.
“My greedy girl.” He sucked harder and my back bowed off the bed.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Do me a favor, Georgie. When you come, don’t hold back. I need to hear your sounds.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted, too consumed with the orgasm about to pull me under. Hell, he could’ve asked me to put on a top hat and sing the “Star Spangled Banner” when I came. I would’ve agreed to anything in that moment. Though, that might have made things a little more awkward.
He grabbed my breasts, caressing the pliant flesh possessively, while his mouth pushed me toward the edge.
My eyes rolled back, gasping breaths escaping my lungs.
“Say it,” he demanded.
I moaned, moving my hands to his hair and gripping the strands for leverage. My hips had a mind of their own, grinding into this face with reckless abandon.
“Fucking say it, sweet girl.” The sexy growl to his voice was enough to push me over.
“Yes! Kline! I’m coming!” My body lost control—legs shaking, lungs gasping for breaths. My pulse roared in my ears.
I didn’t just melt. I dissolved. And I gave him my sounds. I’m not sure what sounds, but I remember shouting, “This is the best orgasm of my life!” at some point.
I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness for a moment, only to be stirred when strong hands cradled my body, adjusting me on the bed so my head rested comfortably on the pillows.
My eyelids fluttered opened to find a smirking Kline staring down at me.
He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Thank you. That was the best orgasm of my life too,” he said softly against my lips.
His mouth crested into a wry grin as he stood, adjusting himself in his briefs. He was hard and standing at attention, making his appearance the hottest, most obscene thing I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Now, I think it’s time for breakfast. Eggs and bacon sound good to you?”
I glanced down at his crotch, shocked by the nonchalant tone of his voice. His dick was saluting me, yet he didn’t seem the least bit affected by his current situation.
“But you’re, uh, hard.” And I mean fucking hard. That soldier was ready for all-out war.
“Seems to be a common occurrence when you’re around.” He winked and walked toward the doorway, only to shout, “Meet me in the kitchen, Benny girl!” over his shoulder as he strode out of the bedroom.
Did he just…? He did, didn’t he?
Orgasms never helped my eloquence with words, but Kline Brooks was a giver.
Like whoa.
This wasn’t the norm. We’d all been with the norm. The guys who would only go down on you because they were expecting some sort of oral exchange. Once you’d gotten your rocks off, they were flashing slanty-eyed glances toward their dicks, waiting for you to return the favor. They’d do everything just short of shoving their crotch in your face. They’d rattle off options like an auctioneer: Blow job? Hand job? Just hold it for a minute? Let me hold your tit while I jerk off?
They might as well have had flashing neon arrows pointing to their pants or, better yet, taken out a piece of paper and drawn a “here is my dick” treasure map, just in case we might have forgotten where the male member was located.
But Kline hadn’t done that.
He’d straight up licked me into an orgasm and then said, “Thank you.”
He had thanked me for letting him go down on me.
I’d never claimed to be a genius, but I was pretty sure Kline Brooks had just wham, bam, and you can thank me, ma’amed me.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
Uncomfortable was too cushy a word to describe the kind of hell I was in right now. Hard and engorged, my ax was ready to chop some fucking wood, and because of the redistribution of blood flow, my brain was having a hard time explaining why it couldn’t.
It wasn’t that I di
dn’t want to, that was for goddamn sure. But Georgie’s overall discomfort was easy enough to read. I knew she’d enjoyed my mouth on her—I doubted as much as I had—but she would have reciprocated out of duty or expectation. And honestly, the first time she sucked my cock, I wanted it to be because she wanted to. Because she couldn’t fucking stand not to.
Gripping the base tight through my underwear, I fought to stop the pulsing and bring it even a little bit of relief.
When the fiery depths of hell felt more like the heat of Death Valley, I rearranged myself into the best position and got to work digging out a skillet to make some omelets.
Eggs, turkey bacon, and cheese, I lined the basic ingredients up on the counter and put some cooking spray in the bottom of the skillet. Poised to crack the first egg directly into the waiting heat, I had a flashing memory of Georgia’s swollen face last night and panicked. The egg nearly slipped from my hand, a completely graceless juggle the only thing that saved it.
I needed to do an allergy rundown with her before I even considered preparing any kind of food products.
I rounded the counter to ask her, but stopped abruptly in my tracks when she came sauntering out of my bedroom naked. She was like a new woman, confidence and determination fueling her stride as she ate up the distance between us.
My dick backtracked, immediately swelling with the excitement I’d spent the last several minutes trying to calm.
“Georgie?” I asked as she beared down on me, wondering what was on her mind while my dick prayed whatever it was would end in some form of attention.
She didn’t say anything as she planted a hand on my naked chest and pushed me back until the top of my ass hit the edge of the island counter.
The heat of her palm scorched my skin and the look of her body did the same to my eyes. I couldn’t focus on one place, my eyes bouncing and bounding from one glorious part of her to the next.
Everything lost focus when she sank to her knees, the room around me blurring so badly I nearly passed out.
“Georgie,” I called again, hoping she’d give me something to ease my mind. A look, a comment—anything to put my racing thoughts at ease enough that I could do nothing but enjoy whatever she intended to do. I didn’t want to be the guy who said the standard, “You don’t have to,” at the same time that I was thinking, Oh yeah, you do inside—because that was how it worked. But I did want some kind of reassurance that neither of us would regret this.