Recharged

by Lulu Pratt

  Ed opens the door and I escort her inside of Chateau’s, a quaint seafood restaurant by the ocean. I watch her smile widen as we’re led to a private candlelit table near the beach.

  “This is amazing,” she gasps just a above a whisper. “I love the smell of the ocean and listening to the sound of the waves crashing.”

  I help her to the seat before sitting down in my own, happy with her reaction. I thought she was a vision to behold before, but the way the candles dance against her skin makes her look like an angel. What is it about this woman that intrigues me so much?

  “I’m glad you like it,” I say. “I have so much more in store to bring a smile to your face.”

  She blushes a little, but instead of looking away, she holds my gaze and manages to make me feel naked and exposed. My dick instantly hardens, pressing against my pants.

  How in the hell am I going to make it through this dinner if she keeps giving me looks like that?

  I shift around in my seat, trying to discreetly find a more comfortable position. Our drinks arrive at the table and it’s as if Jade can read my mind. The way she handles the straw, wrapping her lips around the cherry she fished out her glass, makes my whole body tingle. I suspect she’s doing it on purpose just to watch me squirm.

  I’m finally able to find some relief when Jade steers the conversation to Jacob and her worries about his temperature.

  “Do you want to call and check in on him?” I ask. “It might put your mind at ease.”

  Jade massages her temples and shakes her head. “No, it’s my night off and he’s with his mother. I don’t want her to think I’m second guessing her ability to care for her own son, but I’m not sure if Magdalene knows where his medicine is, or that he prefers his stuffed tiger instead of his elephant when he’s not feeling well.”

  She grabs her napkin off the table and starts to fold and unfold it several times. “Shit,” she says. “I can’t imagine having kids if I’m this stressed out already and I’m just the nanny.”

  I reach across the table and place my hand on top of hers. “Your nurturing spirit is one of the things I like most about you. That and your take-no-shit attitude. I’m sure you’ll be the perfect mom one day. What you’re feeling right now for Jacob, never lose that.”

  Her cheeks flush and I watch as her eyes water a little. “Thank you, Asher. I really do appreciate you saying that. I’m just going to check my phone really quick to see if I have any missed calls or messages.” She grabs her phone and scrolls through it quickly.

  I can’t stop the smirk from making its way to my face. I’m usually the one making the apology as I check my phone several times throughout a date. When I’m with Jade, I put my phone on silent and forget all about it. All thoughts of business, meetings and contracts float away for a few hours and I’m completely consumed by her, a freedom I’ve never experienced before. She’s the only distraction I want right now.

  She taps on the phone for a few more seconds before tucking it away into her purse.

  “Sorry about that,” she says.

  “No worries,” I say. “So, what made you want to become a nanny?”

  “I wouldn’t necessarily say I wanted to be a nanny. It just sort of happened out of a need I had and being in the right place at the right time. If you would have told me six months ago that I would be changing diapers every day, I’d have thought you were delusional,” she says.

  I listen intently as she takes me back in time, retelling her story. I hang onto her every word as she delves deeper into her post graduate life and what things are like for her now. Our dishes come and go, but I have no desire to leave until Jade is ready. These are the types of conversations I’ve longed for. No talk of celebrities or trying to find ways to scheme into the next party just to rub elbows with the elite.

  The excitement in Jade’s eyes makes me want to know more about her. One thing is certain, she can tell a damn good story. Her excitement intrigues me, and I find myself smiling as she goes from one story to the next. Her happiness over the smallest of things is truly infectious and I’m positive that’s what has been missing from my life. The hours roll by as we sit there getting to know each other a lot better. I don’t want to leave but there’s a noticeable chill in the air tonight, especially with us sitting so close to the water.

  I watch Jade rub her hands up and down her arms trying to stay warm.

  “Let’s go,” I say reaching for her hand. “The last thing I want is for you to catch a cold because I didn’t want the night to end.”

  We get into the Rolls-Royce and warm up quickly. Luckily, the stories keep coming as we ride back through the city. The ride home goes by in what feels like seconds.

  “How about you come upstairs to my place?” I ask. Our previous dates have all ended in her lobby and she never invited me up, understandably as the place is not her home.

  Jade checks the time and looks back at me. “Sure. It’s not too late yet. Plus, I’m curious to see what things look like from your vantage point. I know you have the better view.”

  I smile and take her hand as we exit the car and head up to my penthouse. “Now remember, this isn’t my full-time place so don’t be shocked at how empty it is.”

  She laughs and wraps her arm around mine. “I’ve seen a bachelor pad before,” she says. “I’m fully prepared for gym shorts on the bathroom floor and dirty dishes in the sink.”

  I nudge her playfully and she squeals a little. “Stop, I’m ticklish,” she giggles.

  “Well, Ms. Sinclair, you’ll be happy to know there’s nothing on the floor or in the sink,” I say, slipping my key into the before holding the door open for her.

  She walks in and takes her time looking around. “Wow,” she says. “This place is pretty bare, but it’s nice.”

  I toss my keys in a bowl next to the front door and walk up behind Jade, wrapping my arms around her. “Very bare, but I’m only here temporarily so I just brought over a few necessities to help me get by. One day, when we both have some free time, we’ll go to my home. I know you’ll love it out there.”

  She places her arms over mine and we stand there in the middle of the living room for a few moments.

  “I had a good time tonight,” she says.

  I kiss her neck and then sprinkle kisses down to her collarbone. “I did too, but any time I spend with you is a good time,” I say. “You’re amazing company.”

  I reluctantly release her and motion to the couch. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll fix you something to drink.”

  She saunters over to the couch as I watch her hips sway from side to side when she walks. She sits down and crosses her legs, revealing a little bit more of her thigh. “Actually, just water for me. The wine at the restaurant was enough.”

  I fix our drinks and join her on the sofa, placing the glasses on the table as I lean over to kiss her.

  “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” I say.

  Jade leans over to rest against the arm of the couch, her dress creeping dangerously up her thighs.

  “Well, what stopped you?” she asks. I watch as she wraps a curl around her finger, twirling it slowly.

  “I didn’t want to go too far too fast, and kissing you only makes me want you more.”

  She reaches over and pulls me to her. “I’ll tell you if it’s too fast or too far,” she says before putting her lips against mine.

  Her tongue gently taps my lips and I part the way for our tongues to mingle together. I explore her mouth and she explores mine, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. This time I’m the one who pulls back. My dick is so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t snap in half from the pressure. I’m a little lightheaded, considering all the blood just rushed south. I feel my length throb in sync with my heartbeat like a drum.

  “Stay,” I say. “Stay the night with me. Don’t leave.”

  She closes her eyes and sighs. “I want to, I really do, but I just can’t. I have to get back to Jacob early in
the morning.”

  “Just go back in the morning. I’ll walk you over there myself,” I say, trying to plead my case.

  She laughs and shakes her head. “And do the walk of shame in front of boss lady? No thanks.”

  I drop my head in feigned defeat. “Well, if you’re determined to leave me here in this condition,” I say motioning to my very obvious erection, “then give me one last kiss before I take a cold shower.”

  Jade places her hand on the bulge and gently strokes up and down. “I’m sorry, but trust me, you aren’t the only one who needs a cold shower. I think I can manage one more kiss. That’s only fair since I can’t stay the night and help you with your problem.”

  The touch of her hand, even through the fabric of my pants, is enough to make me harder. I’m struggling to keep a clear mind with her doing that as my thoughts become a misty haze. If a kiss is all she’s offering, then I’m going to make the last kiss of the evening count.

  Chapter 13

  JADE

  What was supposed to be our last embrace for the night ends up being half an hour of deep kissing and heavy petting. I feel like a high school kid again, making out on my mom’s couch. Only this time, she’s not around to catch us.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you’re trying to trick me into staying over,” I say.

  Asher slides the tip of his tongue down the side of my neck. “Damn right,” he says, his deep voice sounds incredibly sexy. “Is it working?”

  I want to respond but I feel so breathless. We’re both breathing heavy as if we’ve just run a marathon. Passion will do that to you. Every time Asher kisses me or runs his tongue over a new spot, my breath catches in my throat and suddenly I’m gasping for air.

  The lights are dim, with soft music playing in the background. It’s a scene straight out of a movie, and I’m starting to reconsider my initial decision to go home tonight. My hormones are making it hard for me to function, scattering my thoughts as I wonder how Asher looks without these clothes.

  Right now, Asher kissing me is all I want and need, but true to fashion, the voice of reason rears its ugly head. Jacob doesn’t feel well and he needs you. He could be over there crying right now and Magdalene surely won’t know what to do.

  “All right, Mr. Jordan,” I say finally. “I have to get home before it gets too late.”

  Asher nuzzles my neck for a moment before responding. “How do you do that?” he asks.

  “Do what?”

  He smiles and kisses me gently on the lips. “I have people calling me ‘Mr. Jordan’ all day, but when you do it, I can feel every syllable all over my body. It drives me insane. My cock springs to life every time you say it.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Well, aren’t you glad I’m the only one who can do that? Otherwise, I’m sure you would have a long hard day at work. Pun absolutely intended.”

  Asher chuckles softly. “If you want the truth, I still have a long hard day, especially after I get off the phone with you. My body stops taking orders whenever I hear your voice. The other day I had to reschedule a meeting to my office so I wouldn’t have to stand.”

  I laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes. “Stop it,” I cry. “You are too much to handle, and I have to get going.” I start to get up from the couch to find my shoes and purse.

  “Wait,” says Asher, guiding me back down to my seat. “I know I said one more kiss, but this time I’m serious. Last one, scout’s honor.”

  “Were you even a Boy Scout?” I ask jokingly.

  “Nope,” he says. “But I like saying it.”

  I smile and roll my eyes. “You are something else. Fine, this is the last kiss, so you better make it count.”

  He nods and leans over, his hand cupping my cheek. I fall back in the crook of the couch and allow myself to savor our last kiss of the evening.

  His hand drops from my face and makes its way to my thigh. If I had an angel and a devil on each shoulder right now, both would be cheering for him to keep going.

  He lingers for a moment stroking my sensitive skin, but each upwards stroke sends his hand higher and higher until he grazes my hip.

  “No panties?” he whispers.

  I shake my head no, not trusting my voice to put together words that make sense.

  “What a bad girl you are. I’ve had this unwrapped present sitting in plain sight all night,” he says.

  His hand glides over the top of my thigh and I willingly part my legs. It’s not that I don’t have self-control, because I do. I don’t want him to stop. After so many daydreams and fantasies, his touch is more than welcome.

  I feel his fingers slide up and down my folds with ease and he exhales loudly.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he whispers, bringing his lips back up to meet mine.

  I inhale sharply and follow it with a low moan as he slips first one finger then another inside of me. He delves deeper and deeper inside of my body, his fingers hitting my G-spot with every stroke.

  I open my legs wider, forcing my tight dress to ride higher up my body to my hips. Our tongues work together to the rhythm of his fingers as he controls my passion with delicate precision. Asher adds his thumb to the mix, using it to massage my clit in tiny circles. A wave of heat rushes through my body and suddenly I’m on fire. My hips thrust forward to meet his fingers and I know an orgasm is on the horizon. Struggling to slow my breathing, I attempt to hold off climaxing, but I can’t. Too many places are being stimulated all at one time and I can’t focus. I feel my walls tighten around his fingers like a vise-grip and I know for a fact he can’t pull out even if he wanted to.

  “Look at me, Jade,” he says. “I know you’re about to come, and I want to see your eyes open.”

  The second our eyes meet, I’m pushed over the edge. The dull throb that had been building quickens, my breath catches and I momentarily feel disconnected from my body. I grab his hand and try to maneuver him deeper inside of me to ride out the waves of the orgasm. Shuddering, I relish the electric shocks seizing me repeatedly until I go limp.

  Even though I haven’t touched Asher at all during this moment, the look on his face is pure ecstasy. He watches me intently as he slows his strokes before coming to a complete stop.

  He kisses me. “Breathe,” he says.

  My automatic bodily functions kick in as I remember I need air. The world around me slowly comes back into focus.

  Asher finally removes his fingers from my slit, holding them proudly as my arousal coats his skin. His fingers are slick with my juices and he stares deep into my eyes as he slowly puts each one into his mouth and licks them clean.

  “You taste as good as you feel,” he says. “The look on your face when you came is enough to last me a thousand lifetimes.”

  I breathe heavily and wait for the rest of my motor skills to return.

  Asher reaches over and grabs the hem of my dress. “Raise up a little.”

  I lift my hips as commanded and he gently pulls my dress back down. I watch as he fishes around on the floor for my shoes and slips one on each foot. Without any argument or attempt to change my mind about staying the night, he retrieves my purse and reaches out to help me off the sofa.

  I’m a little unsteady on my feet. The heels coupled with such an intense orgasm is enough to make anybody weak in the knees.

  “Do you want me to carry you?” he asks.

  “No,” I smile. “I’m okay.”

  We exit his apartment with me supporting most of my weight on him while he grins from ear to ear.

  “Why are you smiling like that?” I ask. “Especially since you didn’t get anything out of what just happened.”

  We step into the elevator together and he turns to face me. “I can’t even begin to describe what I got out of that. Your satisfaction is more important than anything. I’m good if you are, and based on how intense that orgasm was, I’m willing to bet you’re more than good. The look on your face is exactly what I needed. I’m going to sleep like a
baby tonight.”

  We walk hand in hand across the quiet walkway to my building and Asher waits with me by the elevator.

  “Do you want me to come up with you?” he says.

  “No, I’m fine, I promise. I’ll text you once I get myself settled in,” I say, turning to face him.

  His hair is sticking up here and there and his shirt is untucked, probably in an attempt to hide the still very obvious erection he’s sporting.

  If he looks like this, then there’s no telling what I look like.

  I’m still in a daze as I step inside of the elevator. Asher holds the door open and steals one last goodnight kiss.

  “Sleep well, beautiful.”

  He steps back, allowing the door to close. I ride up to my floor before stumbling out of the elevator, making my way inside the apartment as quietly as possible.

  The kitchen light is on and I’m shocked to see Magdalene sitting at the table sipping tea and flipping through a magazine. She’s wearing her favorite silk Versace pajamas and her hair is slicked back into a low ponytail.

  “Oh my, it looks like somebody had a nice evening,” she says.

  I glance over at the clock and realize it’s nearly four o’clock in the morning. “I hope you weren’t up waiting for me,” I say. “I know it’s super late, but I promise I’ll be alert and ready to go after I shower and take a quick nap.”

  Magdalene motions for me to sit in the chair next to her. “No worries,” she says. “I wasn’t up waiting for you. I just got Jacob to finally go to sleep.”

  “Is he still running a fever?” I ask.

  She shakes her head and takes a sip of tea. “No, he was just really fussy. We’ll probably all sleep in after having such a long night, so no need to get up too early. He’s either teething or has another ear infection. If he doesn’t get to feeling better soon, we’ll take a trip to the doctor’s office just to be sure it’s not something more serious. But enough baby talk, let’s talk about this date. Based on your hair, smudged eyeliner and missing lipstick, I’d say you had a good time. So, tell me everything, and don’t leave out the juicy stuff.”