He grinned and nodded with reassurance. “I guarantee it if you’ll do one thing for me,” he said, his hand slipping up to cup her breast once again, finding it to be the perfect size for his palm. His thumb flicked the peak and he was relieved when he saw her relax more, even wiggle underneath him.
“What’s that?” she asked, then gasped when she felt his hand between her legs. She tried to close her legs, embarrassed that he would be doing that but he ignored her sounds of embarrassment and continued, his fingers finding her core and relentlessly moving inside her, showing her the potential. He bent low and kissed her nipple, then sucked and she could feel the bad tension slip away while the intense need for something undefined returned.
“I want you to…” he stopped before he slipped one finger inside her, relieved when he felt how wet she was. He nipped her breast again, then moved higher to capture her ear lobe between his teeth, his fingers continuing to work magic on her body. He didn’t finish the sentence but slowly slipped his finger out and moved back between her legs, letting his erection slowly fill her up, gritting his teeth at how tight and wet she was.
Lana’s hands gripped his shoulders, her body tense as she waited impatiently for the pain. When he moved, just slightly, she gasped, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Then he moved again and she couldn’t lay still. Her legs went back around his waist and her back arched, silently begging him to fill her deeper. As he continued to move, Lana closed her eyes again but this time because she couldn’t stop the feelings. She didn’t want Victor to know what was going on. She was embarrassed by the feelings ricocheting around in her body, begging for something, demanding she provide it but not sure exactly how to do that.
“Open your eyes Lana,” he ordered, his voice husky but determined. “I want to see you.”
She obeyed and her mouth fell open, her body moving against his, her feelings becoming desperate. She didn’t know it but her fingernails were now biting into his shoulders. Every cell in her body was clamoring for release but she wasn’t sure what to do. He moved, she writhed, she lifted against him, wanting to feel everything, wanting something that wasn’t happening. When he slid an arm under her hips, lifting her hips higher, she instantly felt the peak, the climax blinded her and she heard someone screaming as her legs wrapped around his waist, her back arching and everything turning red and intensely, wonderfully, magically amazing.
Victor watched in amazement as Lana experienced her first orgasm. Her body climaxing around him pulled him over the edge to the most intense climax he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t move for several long minutes. Finally, realizing that he had all his weight on her, he rolled over, pulling her with him and burying his face in her fragrant hair.
A long time later, Lana opened her eyes and looked around. She still wasn’t able to focus very well and the dim room didn’t help. It was also a little difficult to see anything other than his muscular chest since her cheek was still resting against it. “Wow,” Lana said softly, her fingers trailing over his back, amazed at all the muscles and the wonderful feel of him. Even his weight, the arm wrapped around her waist holding her tightly made her feel soft and pretty.
She felt his chuckle and smiled herself. It was a pretty silly comment after that experience. It didn’t begin to articulate anything she was feeling, thinking. But when she thought about it, words just couldn’t do the experience justice.
“I agree,” he replied, his mouth moving against her neck. “I’m guessing from your reaction that your opinion about sex has shifted slightly?”
Lana’s eyes looked at him and she wasn’t sure what she should say. It was true, she hadn’t ever experienced anything like that before but if she said she’d changed her mind, would he stop the lessons?
He smiled wolfishly. “I can see from your expression that you’re not entirely convinced,” he said and lifted himself up on his elbows. “I’ll have to work harder to convince you, be more creative.” His hand drifted down and his palm caressed her thigh and bottom, pulling her back up against him. “What could I possibly do to top that?” he said almost to himself.
Lana laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his chest hairs against her sensitive breasts. “I don’t know, Professor. I thought you had all the answers,” she replied saucily.
Victor threw back his head and laughed, delighted that she wasn’t too tired because he definitely hadn’t had enough of her delectable body. It was almost as if, having had a taste, his desire for her was more intense. “I don’t know,” he said, pushing her back against the pillows. “You’ve challenged my dedication. I’ll have to figure something out.”
As he proceeded to do just that, Lana was impressed, not only with his dedication to the mission but also his amazing stamina. When she woke the following morning to sunlight streaming onto her face, she had to smile even though she knew she was alone in his enormous bed.
Looking around, she immediately saw the flowers. The gorgeous red roses were sitting on the bedside table and Lana bit her lip, wondering how they’d gotten there. Had Victor put them there? It seemed unlikely. But the alternative, that one of his household staff had entered the room and placed the flowers there, was equally disconcerting. She didn’t like the idea of a stranger seeing her naked. She went with the assumption that Victor had put them on the night stand, all other alternatives were unpalatable and she didn’t really want to think negatively when she was feeling so good.
She pulled the sheet up over her nakedness and slipped the card out of the center of the bouquet, reading the lines. She had to laugh.
Avid students always make the professors look good.
Call me to arrange the next lesson.
V.
Lana hugged the pillow to her body, her eyes closing once again as she relived every amazing feeling from the previous night. She couldn’t even remember how many times he’d woken her to make love to her but she’d never turned him down. Even if the thought had occurred to her, the moment his hands touched her body, she wanted him. It was a seemingly instantaneous reaction to his touch. It was a new experience, having had to work up to any kind of feelings of desire with Drew.
She pulled herself out of the bed, ignoring the temptation to linger and relax in his enormous bed. She located her clothes from the previous night, only slightly embarrassed that someone might see her leaving in the same outfit she’d arrived in. But who would know? She could guarantee she didn’t know anyone in this building, much less this section of New York City. This was definitely upscale, wealthy New York whereas she lived right in the heart of lower middle class. Her apartment was expensive but tiny with only one bedroom. As she wandered around his bedroom and bathroom, initially stunned at all the marble and chrome fixtures, she couldn’t imagine how much Victor paid for this place. Her entire apartment could fit into this bathroom with room to spare.
As she showered, she realized that she didn’t really know what Victor did for a living. She’d had sex with a virtual stranger. Well, not really, she chided herself. They’d talked about many things during dinner so he wasn’t a complete stranger. She knew his opinions about many subjects and when it came down to the real core of a person, who cared what that person did for a living? Was it really relevant? She didn’t think so except perhaps in her case. That was really the whole basis for this little experiment, she thought and laughed.
She caught a cab back to her apartment and changed into a pair of stretch pants and large shirt, then immediately sat down and started writing. She was so absorbed in writing, she didn’t realize what time it was until late in the afternoon when her body rebelled against the lack of food and movement.
Her fingers ached from typing so quickly and she stood up and stretched, reaching for her phone to dial Victor’s number. She felt good about the progress she’d made on her book today. The morning’s work definitely made up for the lack of productivity from the previous day. She had to chuckle as she remembered her fears of the previous day.
She’d been so frantic! And for what? Victor was the ultimate lover, she suspected.
“Lana?” he answered the phone immediately.
She hesitated, wondering about the abrasive tone. “Victor? Is everything okay?”
“Everything except you didn’t let Jimmy drive you home so I’ve been worried about you ever since Beverly said you weren’t in my apartment anymore. Are you okay? How did you get home?”
Lana relaxed. He sounded protective and worried but she knew she was probably reading too much into his tone of voice. She liked it though. She liked having someone worry about her, even if it were in her mind. It had been a long time since someone cared about where she was or how she was moving about the city. “I took a cab. I didn’t know anyone was waiting to drive me home but that’s a very sweet thought.” She relaxed back against the desk chair, feeling her muscles un-knot as they felt support for the first time in several hours. When she worked, she didn’t let her back relax, knowing that good posture would help her to concentrate.
Victor’s shoulders relaxed and he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t understand his reaction to the news this morning that Lana wasn’t there any longer and no one had seen her leave. He didn’t want to identify it too closely but knew that he didn’t like it. “Next time, you let Jimmy drive you home to make sure you arrive safely. I like knowing that you’re okay.”
His comment made her feel all soft and mushy inside and she smiled. “Sure thing. Is there going to be a next time?” she asked tentatively, worried that he might have only been in this for the one night despite his comment.
He chuckled softly. “Absolutely. There’s so much more you need to know. I’ve never written one personally, but I would imagine a romance novel has several scenes in which passion is the main issue. And you’ve only had one lesson. There are so many variations on the same theme but they’re important. A good novelist must do her research, you know.”
He leaned back in his desk as she laughed softly, propping his feet up on the polished surface and looking out at the skyline of New York City from his window. For the first time in his life, he was ignoring pressing business and just enjoying a conversation with a woman. Normally, the women in his life were allowed to interfere only in the evenings and, even then, only when he was sure they wouldn’t interrupt any business discussions he was having. Since most of the women he saw socially were self-absorbed and only interesting to him sexually, and even then only for a short while, he didn’t allow them into his life except during entertainment events. Lana was different. He wasn’t going to explore why she was different. He just accepted that she was and would enjoy her refreshing personality.
“Is that so?” she challenged him.
Victor could hear the smile in her voice and thought even her voice was a turn on. She had a husky sound that made him think of what she sounded like in bed. He hadn’t noticed that before since he’d been concentrating too much on getting her into that particular place. “Exactly so,” he confirmed. “What are your plans tonight?”
Tingles of excitement instantly started to spread through her body. She smiled and her excitement came through in her voice. “I don’t currently have any plans. Did you have something in mind?” She hadn’t felt this excited about seeing someone since she’d had her first date in high school.
Scratch that, she thought a moment later. This is even better. Her first date had turned out to not be so exciting and Victor was definitely that, and a whole lot more.
He laughed again. “Oh, I have lots of things in mind. And I guarantee you’ll like every single one of them. I’ll send a car for you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she said softly and hung up the phone, staring at it with a silly grin for several minutes while she mulled through the conversation once again.
On a surface level, she never would have thought of Victor as someone she could laugh with. When she first saw him, accepting she’d looked at him through a haze of tears, he’d seemed to her to be too hard to tease. But she was finding that he was not only incredibly intelligent but deep down inside, the man that looked tough and mean and hard to the core, was sweet and considerate. And he teased her, laughed with her and made her laugh as well. What a contradiction, she thought to herself.
Again, she wondered what he could possibly do for a living. All businesses had their cut-throat qualities to them. But anyone that lived as he did in New York City had to be extremely wealthy which meant he was most likely one of the high fliers of industry. She could see it in him, but how could a man as nice as Victor survive among the sharks that thrived in the business world of this city?
Pushing that aside for the moment, Lana focused all her energy on her manuscript. And if Victor’s kisses, or some of the ways he’d touched her last night slipped into her mind, she forced them out. Although some of the sex scenes did end up in her book and she felt racy and daring just writing them down.
By the late afternoon, she shut down her computer and eagerly got ready for her evening with Victor. The previous night, her hands were shaking out of fear of failure, rejection or continued dislike of the process.
She dressed carefully again tonight but instead of her hands shaking out of fear, they were shaking with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Victor, to have him hold her in his strong, muscular arms and feel him against her.
Sighing, she put on a pretty pink color of lipstick, then surveyed her appearance in the mirror. What a difference twenty-four hours makes, she thought and smiled.
That night was the first of many nights of pleasure with Victor. Just like the first time, she would wake up in Victor’s bed with a smile on her face. She learned to bring a change of clothes with her when she met him, knowing where their evenings would end up and she’d be too exhausted to get home once they were finally sexually exhausted.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t just the sex, Lana acknowledged. She loved talking with him. Once their mutual desire was satisfied, Victor would ask her about her day, laughing when she told him a funny part of her book or helping her with a strategic point. He didn’t tell her much about his work but he still told her funny things that happened. He never seemed to be frustrated by the events of his day or have problems he couldn’t solve. He was rational and immensely capable, she gathered from their conversations and even his intelligence and the cool way he spoke of his meetings was interesting, and shockingly, a turn on for her. His intelligence and thought processes somehow made him seem more secure, more….she wasn’t sure exactly how to define it but she liked it about him.
She never woke up in his arms, but Victor had figured out what time she generally woke up and he’d call her to talk and make plans for their next rendezvous. And as promised, she let Jimmy drive her home each morning. Apparently the chauffeur would drive Victor to his office early although Lana had no idea what time that was but it must have been before the sun came over the horizon, then he would come back to be here for her when she was ready to go home.
The schedule was crazy, being with Victor from dinner until the next morning, but her writing was exceptional. By rights, she should be exhausted, getting only four or five hours of sleep each night. But actually, she felt rejuvenated, exhilarated, filled with a joy she never would have conceived possible before meeting Victor. He thrilled her in so many ways. Just eating dinner with him was filled with either laughter or challenging arguments about any subject available. They talked about everything while enjoying lavish meals prepared by his cook, then, after decadent desserts, he would pull her into his arms and carry her off to bed where they would spend the rest of the evening, reveling in each other’s arms.
Chapter 4
A week and several sleepless, sexually mindboggling nights later, Lana was working on her manuscript in the afternoon when the buzzer to her apartment went off. She looked up at the intercom, irritated by the interruption since the scene she was building was getting better and better as her fingers flew over the keyboard. The interruption was offe
nsive, even though the person doing the interruption couldn’t have any idea what he or she was doing to her concentration.
Glaring at the door, she accepted that the fastest way to get back to her story was to answer the silly caller and get rid of them. It was probably just a marketer since her friends and business acquaintances would call before coming over. Knowing that they wouldn’t leave her alone immediately, she sighed heavily and swallowed her irritated words. Walking over to press the button, she said, “Hello?” She cringed when she heard the almost harsh tone of her voice. Since when had she become a shrew? That was never like her before. But she’d never been this involved with her manuscript before and she was hurrying in the hopes that she wouldn’t lose her train of thought.
“Delivery for Ms. Armstrong,” a male voice said through the speaker.
Lana was startled by the response. A delivery? For her? That was very odd. She never received deliveries. “Okay, leave it at the door and I’ll pick it up later.” She looked down at her leggings and baggy shirt, then shrugged. Before meeting Victor, she’d never leave her apartment looking this unkempt. But her whole world had changed in the last couple of weeks. Her wardrobe was just one of the details that had fallen to the wayside in deference to her writing.
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