***
Sadie, unfortunately, knew exactly how long it’d been since a man had touched her like this. Four years was a hell of a long time to go between sexcapades and this wasn’t nearly hot enough yet. Stripping Reece of his clothes helped, but still that unbelievable passion, that lusty heat just wasn’t there yet. Then Sadie’s hand found the hard, answering erection of her soon-to-be-lover’s cock. It was definitely large and Sadie grew even wetter just imagining him inside her. Her body pulsed in time with his as his dick pumped silently against her palm.
Before he could move Sadie dropped to her knees. Need forced her forward as her warm, wet tongue flicked across the smooth tip of his manhood. His hiss of pleasure only drove her on. Slowly Sadie worked his cock back to her edge of her throat. His size made deep throating him easy as he began to move against her. His large hands kneaded her long, dark hair as he matched his rhythm to hers. Soon she knew that if they didn’t slow down, she’d make him blow.
“I…we, shit-“ Before Sadie could say another syllable, Reece’s mouth took hers. The instant punch of heat amazed her even as she felt her body bending to the mattress. She adjusted herself and enjoyed the way Reece straddled her, his very ready cock settling nicely against her swollen pussy.
She bucked her hips and saw a smile play across his lips as he kept himself purposely away from taking her.
“Anticipation puts such a nice edge on sex, don’t you think?” he chuckled. His mouth found hers, drawing out the sweetness and prolonging the passion. Sadie thought again about the way his kissed her, as if he needed to savor every moment. She couldn’t argue the point that her anticipation was amped up, especially now that she’d felt him. The man was so well endowed.
She reached for him, trying to guide him back to her, but he just kept stalling. Thankfully he didn’t have impotency issues, the man was hard as a rock. “You’re killing me,” she sighed.
“I’m revving you up babe,” Reece smirked. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”
Sadie wasn’t so sure about his trust me statement, but she could do little else but hope he was right. She squirmed beneath him as his hand found her hot center again. Teasing her, his fingers played over her body as his mouth and tongue tortured her breasts. Then his fingers were gone and Sadie nearly whined until she felt the full invasion of his member. One hard thrust and he was fully inside her, his cock pressing tight against her wet pussy. Her breathless gasp spoke of the effect he had on her.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, Sadie tried to keep him there, to revel in the feel of him for just a minute. Reece apparently had other things on his mind though as he pulled back and came into her again. Slowly he worked her over, his rhythm wonderfully arousing. Back and forth they moved together, creating a magic that only they would understand. Sadie gave everything she had to the moment, enjoying each sigh, each thrust. Sex was usually nice, but this was on a whole other level. Reece Jackson knew exactly what he was doing.
***
Reece knew now that he’d never been with a woman like Sadie Hamilton. He didn’t know quite how he’d missed her in the five years she’d been the town doctor, but he was thankful they’d finally introduced themselves to each other. He could kick himself for passing up every opportunity to meet her before, but Reece just wasn’t a dwell on the past sort of guy. He much preferred to enjoy the present while planning for future events. Including Sadie in those plans was priority number one as of right now.
The woman was like a furnace, she was consuming him in neat little bites and he was only just aware of it. He wasn’t even sure she knew she had that capability, but the woman had it in spades. He felt her hot pussy clench around him and fought to control the need that clawed at him, its razor sharp talons out for completion. Running his hands along Sadie’s gorgeous thighs, Reece slid his palms under her smooth ass, lifting her hips. Finding just the right angle, Reece took her again, sliding even deeper into the wet heat of her beautiful body. One, two, three, the rhythm continued as Reece felt Sadie build beneath him.
Her body drew tight against him, squeezing the length of his cock with every penetration. He could feel his control slipping as her body continued its assault. Like a drug addict, he couldn’t resist the call of her body, plunging into that seductive heat again and again. Then, finally his body was given its sweet release when her body bowed up and crashed around him. Reece held her hips tight against him as he let their mutual orgasm slide over them. Her quivers slowed down and he gently lowered her back down on the mattress. Holding himself up still, Reece looked down into those sea goddess eyes. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful.” A blush stained her cheeks as he bent to kiss her.
***
Oh a man that could be fierce during sex and tenderly loving afterward. Where had he been all her life? Well at least the last eight years or so. The man was gorgeous, self-employed and obviously able to handle life. He was a dynamo in bed and he’d just given her the softest kiss she’d possibly ever received. “If your Alfredo is edible, I think we should get married,” Sadie laughed, running a hand over the days’ worth of beard he hadn’t shaved.
“Do you like chicken?”
“Only vegans hate chicken,” Sadie said solemnly. “I love meat, especially red meat. I’m a sucker for a medium rare steak.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Excuse me mister, I’ve been right here. You’re the one not taking advantage of the amenities that coming into town has to offer.”
“I’m pretty well over that now,” he smiled. “Come on. You can entertain me with a strip tease while I cook.”
Reece dragged Sadie downstairs in little more than her underwear and promptly started cooking. The sauce took the most time, but they talked and laughed. Getting to know each other was more fun than she’d anticipated. For a farm boy, Reece was extremely well-educated. He was also a big fan of poetry and quoted her several that he claimed were his favorites.
“I’m not much into poetry, although I loved to read: Where the Sidewalk Ends, when I was a kid.”
“That’s the book that hooked me on poetry. I’m not extremely good at writing it, but I love to dig through books and find a treasure trove of poems written by some obscure author who knows how long ago.”
“I’m like most women. I want a steamy romance novel, or something sweet and tender.”
“I knew the romance genre was big, especially with women, but I never really understood why.”
“Seriously? Let’s just say that the next best thing to having sex, is reading about people having sex. If you’re not able to snag any for yourself, you damn sure want to be reading about two people who have guaranteed odds at doing the deed.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind. Maybe I can let your romance novels catch a reprieve for a while.”
Sadie laughed as she stepped over to the counter where Reece was pouring the sauce over a bowl of freshly done fettuccine noodles. “It smells divine,” she sighed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Reece smiled, leaning over to plant a kiss on her smiling lips. “You still planning on marrying me if you like my cooking?”
“The courthouse is open tomorrow.”
“Ha,” Reece laughed. “I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
“That’s okay, I hear you don’t have to dress up for that sort of thing.”
She couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking, but the look in his eyes said the idea wasn’t nearly as shocking as she’d expected it to be. The even more abrasive fact was that she wasn’t as opposed to it as she thought she’d be either. She wasn’t going to push the issue, but marrying a man like Reece? It could certainly be worse.
“Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll marry you on the morrow, babe.”
“Well you’re in luck. I won’t hold you to it. After all, you did make me dinner.”
“Dinner is what you’re going to remember about tonight?”
“Was I supposed to r
emember anything else?” she asked, a giggle burning to escape her throat. Reece put the spatula down and chased Sadie back into the living room, catching her just as she reached the couch. Her laughter echoed through the empty house as he turned her in his arms. Their kiss spun out and held all the possibilities of newly discovered love.
Story 26
Susan dragged herself out of bed, hitting her alarm clock with a force that could only come out of resentment. She looked in the mirror and laughed upon seeing how bedraggled and haggard she looked. It was lucky that she didn’t ever sleep with anybody—he’d be scared off the moment he saw her wake up. Susan went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to relax her muscles and rinse her hair clean. When she was finished, she got ready for the day, made herself look ever the professional with a tight, neat ponytail behind her back, a modest-thing tweed skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up to the neck. This was essentially her uniform when she went into work. Her boss, Tyson Landis, was always telling her to relax, to let her hair down, but it was something she just wasn’t capable of doing. She was mortified to think of the lack of professionalism it would require going into the job wearing her hair loose.
When she arrived at the office, things seemed to be in crisis. The looks on everyone’s faces would have made her laugh had they not scared the shit out of her just from anticipating the mess she’d have to clean up. Behind his desk, Tyson was pacing impatiently, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other tapping nervously on his thigh. This was something he did rarely, as the man was typically completely unflappable.
Susan waited for his phone call to be over before she questioned him.
“Tyson,” she said, “What is going on?”
He shot her a look, then sat down in his chair and ran his hand over his head. Tyson was handsome even when he was upset. His skin was dark and smooth, his eyes even darker. He was always well-dressed in suits that were tailored to every specific measurement of his body. His head was shaved bald but he had a black goatee that accentuated the lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Honestly, and she would only ever admit this to herself, Susan had had a crush on him since she’d started and every time he looked her way, a she felt butterfly wings flutter in the stomach. Susan was absolutely inexperienced with men in general, having never gone further than chaste kisses with one, but hoped that if she had to choose anybody to touch her, it would be Tyson Landis.
“They’re coming today. Not next week. Today.”
Susan’s jaw dropped. Them. The potential partners—the two men who, if the companies merge, would almost double the value of Tyson’s considerable empire.
“Why today?”
“They said it would be more convenient than waiting until next week.”
“But one day’s notice?”
“No,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Zero days. They called me this morning.”
Susan blanched, her fingers clenching and unclenching over the leather-bound calendar she was carrying around the office at all times. It was like a security blanket to her and the blanket was tearing, ripped apart by the mere thought of a major unscheduled event, perhaps the most important event they had anticipated all year.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Go prepare the presentation, Susie,” he said, sighing, “and get me coffee, please.”
It took her about an hour to get through the first task, putting together the binders for the presentation as well as double-checking the hardware to make sure everything was ready for display. Susan cursed him for refusing to hire interns—they would have gotten it done much more quickly, but he said he didn’t trust anybody he hadn’t properly vetted and he just didn’t have time to get through the resumes of college kids. And it was true, but it was also desperately inconvenient for the both of them. As his assistant, Susan was responsible for getting literally everything done that he didn’t have time to do himself. They worked in an office full of people and yet he trusted nobody but her. The thought made her feel warm but also annoyed; if he valued her so much, he would have given her a pay raise by now, some incentive to continue on working as hard as she did. Still, she tried not to complain too much.
When she was downstairs waiting for his order at the coffee shop, her jaw nearly dropped when she saw three men walk in, dressed expensively in top of the line suits, walking straight and tall as only the very wealthy can. They must be the company, the men who had demanded the meeting moved to today instead of next week. She panicked when they got on the elevator and disappeared, her hands shaking anxiously as she waited for Tyson’s coffee to be finished. She grabbed it quickly when the barista put it on the counter and hurried to the elevator, pushing the button over and over until it finally opened. She pushed the button for the eighth floor and waited nervously until she stepped off. The men were already in the boardroom with Tyson, who was gesturing for them to take their seats. He saw her and beckoned her in, pulling out her chair for her and introducing her around the table. Her boss always had her sit in on his meetings and presentations, insisted upon having her at his side at any given moment.
Susan had trouble not staring at each man sitting around the table. Each was as handsome as the next, all as tall as Tyson, all well-featured and chiseled. The man in the middle, Edward, with blue eyes and short pale hair, caught her looking and looked back, his eyes dancing, and winked at her. Her face went red and she immediately turned towards the presentation. Watching Tyson work was almost erotic to her every time. He was so powerful, so charismatic that she had trouble imagining anybody would be able to resist doing what he asked of them. She knew that, as his assistant, she genuinely had no choice other than to obey him, but had a feeling that she would do so anyway. His presence demanded compliance.
She felt Edward’s eyes on her as she stared at the screen and felt herself growing hot. Occasionally she’d glance back at him and he’d hold her eye, give her a knowing, teasing smile that she had trouble reading. When the presentation was finally over, the four men spoke amongst themselves, with Susan barely paying attention to what they were saying. Everything must have worked out in Tyson’s favor, though, because as they all shook hands with him he was grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing out of his skin. After the men had left and they were back in his office, Tyson scooped Susan up in his arms and twirled her around. Never had he shown her such affection. The touch of him made her mouth go dry and she wanted to stay in his arms. Too soon, he set her down on the floor and kissed the top of her head.
“Susie, you’re a life-saver. Really. Let me take you out tonight.”
“Me?”
He laughed. “Yes, you. Go home how. Get ready.”
So she did, reeling and nervous, wondering how the night would go.
Susan didn’t have much to wear that would be appropriate for going out alone, let alone going out escorted by one of the richest men in the country. She settled on something she thought would be suitable and slipped into her highest heels, waiting on her porch for him to pull up. When she got into his car, he looked her over, smiled and reached around her to unpin her hair so that it fell in waves around her shoulders. Then he unfastened the top button of her blouse and nodded approvingly. Susan was holding her breath, relishing the feeling of his skin on her chest. She wondered if she was blushing, if he could tell how attracted she was to him. She thought maybe he could because he stared at her quizzically for a moment before pulling out of her driveway.
“I suppose you’ve no idea where we should go,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
“No, I don’t,” she said shyly, her hands clasped in her lap.
“Do you ever get out?”
She looked at him coyly, smiling. “My boss keeps me pretty busy, wears me out.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to wear you out.”
That stilled her tongue. If he meant anything by it, he didn’t stop to let it sink in. He kept talking, pulling up to a bar and handing h
is keys to the valet to park as he guided her inside with his hand on the small of her back. He chose a table and slid across from her, staring at her face until they ordered.
“I’ve known you for three years, now,” he said, sipping his drink. “And I know nothing about you. Tell me.”
Susan took a drink of her wine, holding it in her mouth to savor its bold sweetness on her tongue.
“What do you want to know?”
“If you don’t go out, you don’t live with anyone, what do you do when you’re not at work?”
“I sleep,” she said, shrugging. “I read.”
“And you don’t get bored?” he asked, the tip of his finger tracing a circle around the rim of his glass. His eyes were intent on her face and he was leaning forward, every bit of his attention focused on her. She felt exposed and yet thrilled by his interest. Susan had never thought herself a particularly fascinating person, but his eyes made her feel that way, and so she took another drink.
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