He hesitates at the side of the bed and pulls his face back from mine, then without warning he launches me onto the bed making me scream.
“Hmm, I see what you mean.” He strides over to the offending pictures and lifts them off the walls, secreting them into his closet before running back with a huge grin on his face.
I cover my face with my hands as he jumps on the bed, landing his weight onto his elbows and knees at either side of me. “Johnson!”
“Bet that got your heart rate up.”
I laugh. “Yes, why does that make a difference?”
He pushes up my top with his nose and kisses the now exposed bare skin. “Yup.”
His tongue snakes down to my belly button, giving it a hot kiss while he unzips my slacks, shimmying them over my hips and pressing his face onto my panties.
“The more blood pumps down here.” He blows onto my sex. “The more your nerve endings will sing out.”
He loops a finger around each side of my panties and inches them down, kissing and sucking where they’ve been, until finally I’m fully exposed to him.
“Because last time I didn’t get to show you how diligent my tongue is.” He pulls my panties down passed my knees and over my feet, then pushes my knees apart and kisses all the way back up.
“Diligent?” I gasp as he sticks his tongue through to my clit, sucking it up between his lips.
He looks over me and into my face watching my reaction as his fingers find my entrance and slide into my wet hot center. I match his stare until his thumb circles the nub he has sucked proud, forcing my eyes to close at the sensitivity of his touch.
“Yes, diligence is one of the heavenly virtues.”
He curls his fingers up onto my g-spot and my hips buck in response.
“Heavenly virtues?” I pant. “I thought sex was all about sin?”
“Uhuh.” He bends over and laves all along my folds, suckling and licking lightly on my clit, while his finger rubs quickly onto my wall. He raises his eyes. “We’ll get to the sin in about ten minutes.”
The feeling is building with such intensity I’m sure I’m close to a climax. “Make that ten seconds,” I gasp.
“No, ten.” he rumbles onto my sensitized clit. “A minute for every orgasm I will give you with this diligent tongue of mine.”
I don’t know if there are ten individual orgasms because I only reach four; after that I’m completely stupefied and lose the ability to recall my name, let alone count.
Snapped out of my ethereal world by the sight of his perfect cock, which he reveals in all its daylight glory. He holds it over me like he would the shaft of his golf club before fisting it. Which I’m not sure why he needs to do, because seriously there is no need for it to be any bigger.
When he positions it in to my wet tingly entrance I’m aware of my walls adjusting to his size before he fills me entirely. He was correct about the blood flow because everywhere is singing out, and I lay back and enjoy it, not fit to do anything else.
When my walls flutter again, I let the sensation float over me.
“Johnson. You’re perfect,” I moan.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Johnson
Laying here now, after only the second night we have slept together, I can’t imagine it any other way.
This woman is everything.
No signs of the nervousness about my performance in bed and she’s not given me any cause to doubt myself.
And having her here in my house.
In my bedroom.
In my bed.
Is perfect. A word she used to describe me last night.
Now I’m not a dick. So, I know that’s not true. Nobody’s perfect. Least of all me. But that’s semantics. She’s here with me now and I’m excited about where we are heading. She’s as independent and as confident as I am. Which means she has her moments, as do I, of self-doubt.
I reflect back to those days when I would wake not knowing even who I had shared a bed with, let alone how I felt about them. This is different and infinitely better.
She groans as she comes out of her sleep, turning and pulling her face up onto my chest.
I rub my hand lightly across the back of her head. “How does it feel now?”
“It’s still sore, but the doctor said it would take more than a few days before the bump disappeared.”
I kiss it, in the hope it will speed up the healing process.
“Do you want to do anything today, babe?”
“Not particularly, although I must go home at some point.” She pulls at the tee she is wearing. “As much as I love wearing your clothes, I could do with my own.”
“That’s fine. You don’t have to go though, I’ll pick everything up and bring it here.”
She turns around in the middle of my embrace to face me.
“Would you do that for me?”
“Yes, I would, and also the cat.”
She claps her palm up to her mouth. “Noooo, I forgot all about Tabby.”
“Don’t worry Hector’s taken her in, but he text earlier to say his wife is allergic to cats and wondered if there was anything we could do. So…”
She grimaces, probably concluding the worse.
“So, I said I would pick her up and bring her here.”
“What about all your white carpets? Oh, and the leather sofa? She’s house trained but even so.”
“Meredith, all of that can be replaced, but you being here. Safe. Happy. Is all that matters, and that is irreplaceable.”
She burrows her face into my neck and whispers, “Thank you.”
“So, I thought I would make breakfast and then get straight off.”
“Okay, I’ll come too.”
“No Meredith. I want you to stay here, relax while I take care of it.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely. You’ll find there is a Jacuzzi bathtub in the main bathroom.”
“Fancy.” She jokes. Prodding a finger in between my ribs.
“And there are plenty of shirts in the closet. In fact, you can dump some of my stuff out of the racks and shelves to make way for yours when I bring it all here if you like.”
After a bowl of unsatisfactory cereal, I drive around to AJ’s to swap out the car which takes longer than I expected. His truck is full of clubs, trolleys and other golfing paraphernalia stashed there in case his girlfriend kicks him out again. It all has to be decanted, so I can fit Meredith’s stuff in.
When I reach Meredith’s apartment I have a good look around each room. Although the police have finished their crime scene investigation here, they have left behind finger print powder everywhere and it makes me shudder. It’s cold and violated, so I’m pleased I insisted that Meredith didn’t come with me.
I’ll arrange for a cleaner to come in but hope Meredith decides not to come back here. It’s too creepy even for me.
I fold all of her clothes into plastic bags and her shoes into boxes stacked up in the closet.
With the last of the bags stacked in the hallway, ready to transfer to the car. I realize she never got that bottom lock fixed and I’m sure that’s how the kidnapper broke in. A simple trick with a credit card would have seen to that.
On the way home, I stop at the superstore to get a better range of provisions. It’s an alien experience for me and I get bored quickly, resulting in all sorts of random shit being chucked into the cart.
When I get back home, I spot Meredith wrapped up in the blanket, sat on a chair on the patio.
“Honey, I’m home.” I shout in a comical fashion, kicking the door shut with my foot.
So I don’t drop the clutch of groceries, I stride straight through to the kitchen and lower them onto the island.
She must hear me as she turns and smiles before sliding open the doors and stepping over the threshold toward me.
“Woah, what have you got there?”
“Supplies.” I empty the first bag onto the counter; tins and packets rolling precariously toward
the edge. “I’m hoping we don’t have to go out for a while.”
She comes up to the counter, shrugging the blanket off her shoulders and leaning across the corner to me.
“Why?” She says, folding the blanket and placing it down before leaning onto the counter and cupping her chin with her palm.
“Because.” I sidle up to her and lift her up onto the counter. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking of you all morning.”
She chuckles, “Oh yes, I can see that you’ve been thinking of me.” Putting her bare foot onto the obvious ridge at the front of my pants.
I slide her forward to the edge of the counter and she curls her arms around my neck and grinds her pussy onto my rock-hard cock. When she lolls her head back to expose her graceful neck, I accept the invitation to stuff my nose into the base and take a deep lungful of her warm floral scent. A smell I’m confident will live with me forever and wipe out all the memories I’ve had before.
“Did everything go okay at the apartment?” she whispers.
“Yup.”
“Did you find everything on the list?”
“Yup.”
“What about…” I stop her ramblings with my mouth, pressing my lips forcibly on to hers. She tries to finish her sentence, so I eat her words with my tongue.
Deciding she’s finished with the boring drudgeries of domestic life when she sweeps her arm across the counter behind her, sending packets and tins crashing onto the floor and leans back to shuffle out of a pair of my boxers.
Taking over, I curl my fingers into the waistband and pull the stretchy material down her thighs.
She arches her back and I pull her up to a seating position and yank her by the back of her knees over the edge. Quickly, I lower my zipper and guide my cock into position. Slamming into her with all the force of someone that has only got minutes to spare.
Moments later, when I grunt out my last thrust, she squeezes onto me with equal determination.
Finally, I rest my forehead against hers and suck in her breath until eventually she blurts out. “What about the cat?”
“The cat! I forgot all about her?”
“What she’s still at Hector’s?”
“No. In the car!”
I pull back and wriggle my backside into my pants, zipping them up as I run toward the hallway.
“Sorry,” I shout back to her.
Fortunately, the cat came with a travel cage and isn’t perturbed by the ten minutes she has spent alone in the car.
“Tabby.” Meredith runs up behind me, almost knocking me over as she undoes the catch on the wire door of the cage and pulls the cat into her arms. With Tabby snuggled under her chin, she walks back toward the house.
I lean against the fender and watch, my heart soaring at the vision.
A woman.
My woman.
Walking into my house as if it is hers.
Chapter Thirty
Meredith
I slump onto the sofa with a cup of coffee I’m desperately in need of this morning, the cat immediately jumping up onto my lap. It’s been nearly a month since Johnson first brought me back here after that awful ordeal.
“Well, that’s it Tabby, no more New York City for a while.”
She purrs, before curling around and digging her claws into my thighs.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.” I tickle her under the chin.
I’ve had to cover Johnson’s sofa in blankets to stop any scratches. He says it’s unnecessary, but I see his face freeze every time she prowls into the living room.
My cell buzzes next to me, so I carefully reach over Tabby to put down my cup and answer the call.
“Hey, babe.” His greeting makes me warm and fuzzy all over. “You sound pleased to hear from me.”
“I am. But I don’t understand what you mean. I’ve not said anything?”
“That purring.”
I laugh, making Tabby stick her claws in deeper.
“What you up to today, babe?”
“I’ve just come off the phone from the realtor. They’re going to re-market the apartment and as soon as they re-lease it I can stop paying the rent.”
“I’ve told you not to worry about that. I’ve got it.”
“That’s very generous of you, Johnson, but I’m good with it.”
I still have savings, and as much as I believe Johnson is genuine, I’m still very much my own woman. But that said, I’m happy to stay in his house as I couldn’t go back to that apartment. A shiver creeps over my scalp at the thought of what went on there. I remember none of it and Dale still has given little detail to the police. In fact, I’m still waiting to hear whether there will even be a trial.
“Sure?”
“Sure. So, I thought I’d look for a new position next.”
“Is there anything I can do to help with that? Because I have a lot of contacts.”
“No, I’m good. I need to get my head around what I want to do. That episode shook me up and I’m not confident I can stomach going back into that line of work again.”
“You’ll come up with an alternative. You’re a smart woman. So, is there anything at all I can help you with if you won’t let me help you with money or a job?”
I laugh. “More than anything right now, I would love for you to smash it today. What time are you teeing off?”
“In an hour.”
“Okay, I’m rooting for you and I’ll be watching out for you on TV.”
Lifting Tabby off my legs, I place her on the blanket and go to refill my cup before retrieving the book I ordered on understanding golf. There’s no point at all putting it on TV if I don’t understand what’s going on. The commentators seem to get excited about every stroke a player makes and all these silly names for the score at each hole. And man, does it take forever. Anyway, I can’t feign understanding or simply pat him on the back each time he plays, he wants to recount it all.
I wonder even if I could try it out myself if I get my finances sorted out? They say golf works wonders for business networking, even for women.
After a while of following the TV coverage I drain my second cup of coffee and go upstairs to sort out my clothes. Now I’m officially homeless I need to stop living out of the laundry bags Johnson brought my stuff back in.
He said I could clear space in his closet for my gear, but when I poked my head in there one day, apart from getting serious closet envy, I decided it would be too much hassle for him. I’ll use the storage space in one of the spare bedrooms for now.
As I’m folding my sweaters into a drawer, I get to opening my mind about what line of work I can move in to. I can’t seem to shake off the incident with Dale Simmons, and even though I’m a strong woman, I can’t stop suffering from dread when I consider returning to that sort of work. The thought of sitting across from another man, not knowing what he might imagine about me, sends a shiver right up my spine.
But I spent all that time and effort to become a psychologist, I can’t throw it all away after one hiccup.
Hector reluctantly accepted my resignation, but I guess he would have let me go, eventually. The practice has suffered with all the rumors about the kidnapping, and patients are not keen to be in the vicinity of such an incident, or to be counseled by the victim.
I shut the drawer and stand to open the small closet. The range of plastic-wrapped coat hangers makes me smile. They’ve not even been unwrapped for goodness’ sake, what are men like!
Then the lightbulb flashes on.
Women!
Why didn’t I come up with the idea before now?
Working with women. Not men.
I leave the stack of clothes on the floor and scoot off downstairs. Nabbing my laptop from the sofa I take it into Johnson’s office and sit at his desk, overlooking the backyard. After several searches I discover there is obviously a need and when I revise my search criteria, it’s confirmed there aren’t many women psychologists aiming themselves at the female sports player market.
Becoming giddy I make notes and type out a list of contacts.
By the time Johnson returns home I’m determined to have a plan I can run passed him.
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Johnson has left me his Porsche to drive while he is on the tour, and this is the first time I will try using it. I lost my SUV when I quit my job, and so far, I have eaten my way through his pantry with no care for whether spaghetti and tinned salmon is an actual dish or cereal without milk is too juvenile. Now he is coming home, I want to try which means venturing to the store.
After a few practice turns around the stone water feature on his spacious driveway, I build up enough confidence to exit the gates. The car has a mind of its own and is as temperamental as they come. The first left turn I make has me spinning out of control into the middle of the road. Determined it will not beat me, I gather my breath and loosen my grip on the steering wheel, throw the car into gear and progressively put my foot onto the gas. I park up, so far from the entrance to the store, it’s a joke, but the last thing I need is for someone to open their door onto it.
The groceries have to be placed into the footwell of the passenger seat because I can’t find the lever or button to pop the trunk and haven’t got enough time left to mess with it.
I arrive home and prep dinner before tending to myself. I don’t want to overdo it for a romantic night in, but I’m keen to seduce him all the same.
Paying attention to my pulse points, I apply scent and wriggle into my lingerie. There’s enough support to enhance what I’ve got and the right amount of sheer fabric to tease.
There’s no mistaking my intentions.
Tonight, Johnson is mine.
The maid has been while I was away at the store and the house is back to its pristine glory.
I’ve even hung those paintings back in his bedroom. When he told me, Lincoln his younger brother, painted them, I was racked with guilt; and now I’m sure there is nothing to worry about, I’m confident enough to upstage them. I’m real and they’re not. If what I’m wearing has the desired effect, he won’t even notice them.
There is one thing that will never make an appearance again, or not for a long while anyhow. Ribbon. The thought of being tied up after having my wrists restrained by Dale Simmons would have me panic in not a good way. Johnson realizes this, and I barely had to explain before he silenced my words with his mouth.
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