by J. M. Witt
“I’m not acting like a girl. I wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to see you in a dress. Count me in.” I was laughing hysterically before he finally stopped. “You could wear that purple corset Anthony got you?”
Catching my breath I responded, “I can’t wear that to the wedding, I have to wear my dress.”
“To the secret party, silly.”
Straddling his waist, he reached up to stroke my hair and his hand continued down my neck as he caressed the exposed skin above my breasts. His touch sent goose bumps across my body.
“Oh. What else would I wear?”
As he shifted his hips below me I was aware of his rigid cock against my crotch. I casually pressed down against him, still sensitive from our session on the dining table earlier. It sent a ripple of pleasure through my belly and James appeared calm, cool, and collected.
“Oh.” I maneuvered against him again, unable to resist the sweet sensations. His eyes closed for a brief second, but he made no move to stop or encourage me.
Contemplating my next move, he shifted up again and I inhaled sharply as his eyes drilled into me expectantly. Losing confidence, I started to climb off his lap and his hands quickly seized my hips and put me back where I was. “Whoa! Not so fast. Why’d you stop?”
“I, well, I thought maybe you weren’t in the mood.”
He released a boisterous laugh, “You really don’t like making the first move, do you?” When I confirmed he said, “I want you, Cassidy. Do with me what you want.” I looked into his eyes and leaned down to kiss his face. “I don’t always have to be in control. I’m not that dark and twisted, but don’t tell anyone.” He smirked at me and I continued planting kisses on his jaw.
Working my way to his ear, I bit it gently and heard him hiss in response. I licked behind his ear and down his neck to bite the meaty flesh of his muscled neck, nibbling my way down to his shoulder while pulling the neck of his shirt aside. His hands moved under the back of my shirt and seared the skin of my lower back. Pulling my hips down against him, we both groaned. Between my sweatpants and his silky running shorts I could feel almost every ridge of his body.
I pushed his shirt up to expose his abdomen and chest and that amazing V of his. He was covered in a smattering of hair that I just loved and ran my fingers through it leisurely. He made no attempt to stop me so I bent down to taste his flesh, his pecs flexed under my lips as my hands gripped him just above his hips. I licked along his collar bone and back down to his sternum as he remained still, but his breathing was increasing.
When I looked up to him his eyes were closed. I caressed the stubble on his cheeks with the tops of my hands and traced the faint outline of his scar, realizing the original injury must have been severe. I kissed his closed eyes and when I lifted my head he opened his eyes slightly. They were heavy and a crisp shade of green; I could stare into them forever. The intensity of his glare sent another shudder through me before I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb down the center of his mouth. He quickly sucked my thumb into his mouth and pulled on it until I moaned. Reaching between us, I palmed his erection and his eyes closed once more. Releasing my thumb from his mouth, he pushed his cock harder against my hand.
“I want this off,” I said as I pulled on his shirt and he rose up to accommodate me.
I threw his shirt to the floor and began to kiss and bite his well-formed shoulders. I needed to taste and feel as much of him as I could while he allowed me to. I knew that at any moment he would take the control back, and while I was eager for him to do so; I wanted just a little more time to revel in his grandeur.
Scooting down to straddle his knees while nipping at his taut belly, I sat up and ran my hands up and under his shorts while admiring the outline of his erection against the silky navy blue shorts. My hands reached his boxer briefs and I fingered the hem before digging my fingers into his thighs. He moaned, but his expression appeared calm, so I continued my pursuit under his shorts until I reached his waist. He stared at me intently as I tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop. His cock bobbed against his body and I knew he wanted me. I was hungry for him and fisted his base while licking up to his crown.
“Jesus, lady.” His hips thrust against me as I took him in my mouth.
~ JAMES ~
I felt her smile around my cock and glide her tongue down my pulsing length like the vixen she was. Her other hand was massaging my thigh when she tucked it under my ass and squeezed. She was devouring my erection as I fisted the couch cushions at my sides. Sheathing her teeth with her succulent lips, she dragged them up and down while sucking away.
Gathering my hand in her red locks, I thrust into her deeper. She tensed momentarily before relaxing around my girth, then pulled back and circled her tongue around my engorged head and I shoved myself back in. Her determined pursuit had me reeling and I wanted nothing more than for her to continue. Fuck, she was good.
“I want to see your eyes,” I growled my request as she peered up at me. She removed her mouth and hovered above my cock. A wickedly delicious smile spread across her lips before she licked me again from base to tip while keeping her eyes on mine. “Suck it.”
She obeyed, increasing the pressure from before while she bobbed up and down. Her free hand began circling my balls and I was already so close. I thought that mouth of hers was magic as she fisted me vigorously.
“I want to please you.” She panted the words before I pushed her mouth back to my cock.
“Harder, Cassidy.” She tightened her grip and moaned as I pulled her hair. “Are you ready?”
I felt her nod as the pulsing began. My balls crawled up inside before I started pouring into her. She took me deep as I flowed down her throat; continuing to lick, tug and squeeze as the aftershocks subsided. Eventually she peeled her mouth off of me and smiled at me seductively. She made to sit at the other end of the couch, but I snatched her wrist and pulled her down to me.
“Who taught you to do that?” She giggled as I pulled her mouth to mine and I bit and sucked on her lips as she purred. “I can’t usually come from blow jobs alone and that’s the second time you’ve done it for me.”
“Happy to oblige,” she mewled before taking my lip between her teeth. “Maybe the other girls weren’t doing it right.”
I laughed boisterously at that, “You may be right.” I stroked her hair as she rested her head on my chest. “You’re quite good.”
She spoke, barely a whisper, “Thank you.”
“You have me at a disadvantage. You’re not naked and I am. That’s new for me.” Tickling her side gently, I ran my hands over her hips.
“I like you naked.” She tongued a nipple before looking up at me.
“Up you go. I owe you an orgasm.” She helped me to my feet and I pulled my boxer briefs and shorts back up from their resting place around my calves. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout at my semi clothed figure before I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs, pulling her up behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Three – Tranquil…
~ CASSIDY ~
I woke on my stomach with his body pressed to mine and I was hugging my pillow under my head. His slow, deep breathing was whispering its warmth over my hair and indicated he was still asleep. His chest was blanketing my back, with his arm around my torso, holding me like I was his possession and our legs were tangled together. He had me almost completely immobile, almost like he was using me as a body pillow. The heavy weight of his body on top of mine was a welcome prison I never wanted to escape. I could sleep like that forever, safe in the cocoon of his body.
Attempting to pull away, from him I heard him groan as his hold on me tightened. Several more minutes passed before he released his hold on me and rolled to his other side. I crept out of bed, grabbing my sweats and a t-shirt as I headed downstairs. I had the day off and had a sudden craving for breakfast—a real breakfast—pancakes, eggs, the works.
The coffee was brewing and I was mixing pancak
e batter when I heard him moving around upstairs. Soon the shower was running and I was tempted to join him, but my growling stomach deterred me. I was placing various plates of food on the table when I heard him bounding down the stairs.
“She cooks!”
Turning to him with a smile, I found him leaning on the doorjamb watching me intently, his hair damp and circling his face. He wore a pin stripe suit, white shirt and blue tie and he was gorgeous. I smirked at him and his remark before I went back to the kitchen.
“It smells delicious.” Coming over to help me load the table with food, I shooed him away.
“No, my treat, sit down and enjoy.”
Humoring me, he obliged. His head was resting in his hands that were propped up by his elbows while watching me bustle through the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
I brought him a mug full of coffee and placed the few different flavored creamers I had on the table along with sugar. I noted that he didn’t use any creamer but added at least two packets of sugar. I sat across from him, motioned for his plate and he held it out while I loaded it with pancakes, eggs and sausage. I topped my plate with the same as he poured us some orange juice. He buttered his pancakes, topped them with syrup before digging in and I took a sip of my orange juice, watching him eat. He was busy chewing when he squinted at me. He noticed.
“Is that cinnamon in the pancakes?”
I smiled proudly, “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s great. I don’t think I’ve ever had cinnamon pancakes.” He continued eating, “You’re hired.”
Chuckling I retorted, “Don’t get used to it!” Then I winked at him.
“So, what do you have planned today? Cecily gave you the day off, right?” I nodded. “The spa has openings today if you want to redeem those gift certificates from my parents.”
I perked up at that, “Really, on such short notice?”
“Absolutely. Just say the word.”
For half a second I contemplated it. “Yes! That would be amazing!”
Pulling out his cell and pushing a few buttons he made the call. “Hi, Ginger, it’s James. I need to make some appointments for today. Yes. No. For Cassidy Charles, she has gift certificates for massage, facial, mani/pedi and a cut and color, though her color is perfect. Alright. Let me check.” He pulled the phone away from his face, “Can you be there by ten?” I nodded enthusiastically. “That’ll work. Thanks, Ginger.” He ended the call and put his cell back in his breast pocket.
We finished our breakfast in almost complete silence, casting knowing smiles at each other. I was debating whether or not to bring up last night and decided that he should know I thoroughly enjoyed myself. After he’d untied me, we talked for a couple hours before he took me again. His libido was insane, not that I was complaining.
During our pillow talk we discussed things that your average new couple would discuss; a previous relationship, childhood memories, likes and dislikes and so on. There weren’t any crazy revelations, though I suspected there was a lot he hadn’t told me. We were getting to know more about one another other than our sexual appetites. It was refreshing.
“I really enjoyed myself last night.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those green eyes and that smirk that made me squirm in my seat.
“I have to go to work. Do you know where the spa is?”
“Oh, umm.”
“It’s in my office building across from the hotel, on the third floor. I’ll let security know to expect you.”
I stood to clear the dishes and he held his hand out to me. I accepted it and he pulled me to his lap, grasping my chin and pulling my lips to his. Quickly, the kiss moved from slow and sensual to heated and frenzied.
Breaking away between kisses I whispered, “If you’re not careful, I’ll take you again on the table.”
He belly laughed which caused me to laugh; I loved this side of him.
“I do the taking, Cassidy, and don’t you forget it!”
He kissed me hard and quick before placing me on my feet. Standing, he kissed my cheek before walking out the door. I peeked through the shades and watched him drive away.
I made it to the spa with time to spare and got comfortable in the reception area and was listening to my iPod when Ginger escorted me to a changing room.
“You’ll get the massage first, followed by a facial. You can shower then, if you like, and then you can get your mani/pedi and then Scott will finish with your hair.” Ginger was little firecracker on five inch heels. I nodded as she handed me a robe and left me to disrobe.
They served me a light lunch after my shower and everyone was very professional through all of my appointments. I couldn’t help but wonder if they treated all their customers like royalty or if it was because of James. I opted for a few highlights, at Scott’s recommendation, and he also gave me a few long layers before cleaning up my ends. I felt like a million bucks when I was finished and heading out the door.
I got to the elevator and decided to pop up to see James. When I arrived at his floor Jennifer greeted me, but told me James hadn’t been in the office all day. I couldn’t stop the look that crossed my face as I got a sinking feeling.
“He’s had meetings off site all day,” she smiled sweetly and I took my leave.
Heading out of the elevator and into the lobby, I heard the shrill of a familiar voice. Walking hesitantly toward it, I saw Melissa Westin berating the security desk.
“Ma’am we have strict instructions that you’re not allowed in the building when Mr. Benedict is gone.”
Snickering to myself I snuck out of the building, pulling my coat tighter around me as I handed the valet my ticket and eagerly awaited the arrival of my car. November had officially arrived, evident by the chill in the air. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the cold that pierced my nostrils.
“Oh, it’s you.” I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore her. “I’m talking to you.”
After taking a deep breath, I turned to her with raised brows. “Yes, can I help you?”
Putting on a fake smile, she said, “Have you thought about what I said?”
I was SO not in the mood for her and her bullshit. Looking her up and down, I took in her appearance. Did she always dress this way in thirty degree weather? Melissa was dressed in a short tight dress and her nipples looked ready to burst against the tight, shiny material as her coat hung open around her.
“Whatever it is you’re trying to sell, I’m not interested.” I waved at her and her lack of an outfit, dismissing her as I continued to scrutinize her with my eyes.
Her jaw dropped and I noticed her hand twitch. “Are you calling me a whore?”
My car arrived at that exact moment and I rushed forward with a tip in hand for the valet saying, “Thank you.”
She shrieked over the hood of my car, “I asked you a question!”
“You said it, not me.” I flippantly waved at her again before jumping in my car and driving off. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and her desperate attempts to get James’s attention. As I drove away I saw her yelling into her cell phone and wondered who she could possibly be calling.
I decided to take advantage of the free time and did some shopping before heading home. When I got home I was putting my purchases away when I got a text message.
Have to work late.
I’ll be in touch tomorrow.
Miss me.
XO ~James
Don’t work too hard.
Miss you already.
XO ~Cass
I spent the rest of the day cleaning and enjoying my new movie streaming abilities thanks to James. I actually got to bed at a decent time feeling totally prepared for work the next morning. The next couple days passed and each day I got similar text messages from James, he was busy with work and would be in touch tomorrow. I was growing paranoid, wondering if something had changed and decided that if I hadn’t heard from him by tomorrow I would call him out.
I got home from work late on Thursday. Work had kept me busy all week and I had been busy completing wedding arrangements for Dad and Lisa and preparing other holiday parties. The press hadn’t been hounding me and I was grateful for that. Making a salad for dinner, I curled up on the couch with Chessa.
A bottle of wine later, I was wiping my eyes and missing Holly. One of her favorite movies was Love Actually and I couldn’t resist the temptation to watch it while I got comfortable under a blanket.
I woke to the sound of metal clicking and a hinge creaking. Cowering down on the couch while my eyes adjusted, Chessa jumped off to hide. Traitor. The TV was casting a blue hue throughout the living room, but did nothing to give me away. I saw a tall shadow fall over the entryway between the living room and the foyer and my heart started hammering uncontrollably in my chest; I was having trouble maintaining steady breaths.
Looking for my cell phone, I felt around in my pockets and realized it was on the charger in the kitchen. Cal would never stop by this late and let himself in like this. Panicked, I started looking around the room trying to find something to protect myself with. Cal kept insisting that I get a gun and now I was wishing I would’ve listened. The shadow headed up the stairs and I made my move for my cell.
Reaching the counter as I heard the footsteps above my head, I ripped my phone off the charger, noticing missed calls and texts, but ignored them to call Cal. As the phone started ringing I prayed he answered, knowing he was working tonight.
“Cassidy, why are you calling so late?”
“Cal, someone’s in the house. I don’t know what to do.” I was trying to whisper, looking for something to grab. I spotted my vase full of dying peonies, from a second bouquet James had sent, and dumped them in the sink and readied the vase in my hand.
“What?! Cassidy, are you sure?” I heard him mumbling something to his partner and then heard the distinct sound of sirens pierce my ear.
“Cal, yes, please hurry.”
“Cassidy, where are you in the house and where’s the intruder?”