Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  I have finally started answering a few questions from the press, and it has been an exhausting day. My lawyer had written up a few statements that were safe for me to comment on, so I have done my best at sticking to those. I have spent the last four hours at a news conference pretty much repeating the same handful of comments over and over again until I’ve about been driven insane by it all.

  It’s been a long day, to say the least. After all the stress of avoiding the media for the past couple of weeks, to have them suddenly invited up in my face was a new experience entirely. Despite the rather depressing disposition on my face, I am able to force a smile as I leave my company headquarters. My arm is finally out of its sling, and tonight I have a date with Sylvia. No interruptions this time –there is no way I’m going to let that happen again. I am going to bang my fantasy girl, and there is no way in hell I am letting anything get in the way of that this time around. I have made sure of it. I have talked to the press and given plenty of statements to calm their asses down for a while; I spoke with my lawyer extensively this morning, so there is no reason for him to talk to me; I have gone down to the police station twice in the past two days to make sure they would not need me for any reason whatsoever in the next couple of days; and I have even spoken with my employees to settle their nerves and set Eddie up to make sure he would be able to handle things for at least a couple days if I were to dip out. There is no reason for any interruptions this evening. I have made sure of it.

  My driver takes me home, dropping me off in front of my apartment. I head up to my penthouse and make the appropriate last minute arrangements for my big date tonight. I shower off and pick out one of my best suits. I’m feeling up for some intense romance tonight, and my pain pills are fucking amazing –so now that I’m out of my sling, I don’t feel like there should be anything to get in my way this time around. I have rented a limo for the evening, and we will be driven by my regular driver.

  About an hour after I am showered and ready to go, my driver buzzes in –right on time. I head down, and he takes me the short distance to Sylvia’s apartment. I have flowers, of course, so when I pick her up for our date, she pauses to put the flowers on water. She looks absolutely stunning. She is wearing a tight, green dress that most certainly does her justice. It flows in the back, but it’s short in the front to show off those tight legs of hers. Her hair is done up slightly –half of it is pulled up on her head while the rest flows down in the back with elegant waves. Her nails are freshly manicured, and she has just a hint of makeup on –not too much, though. She has a natural look about her that does not require much makeup. Her lips are carefully painted with a simple, clear lip gloss. “You look beautiful,” I say, and she gives me a peck on the cheek.

  “So,” she says with a smile, “What’s the plan for the evening?”

  “You’ll see,” I say, and we head out.

  She’s impressed to see the limo. We take it to an old movie theater, and I can see she is a bit surprised. Our last real date had been at a fancy restaurant, and the one before that had been a trip to Paris, but I have something up my sleeve. She seems kind of relieved, though; I think the whole dating a rich guy is not really her style, and she prefers thoughtful and simplistic over extravagant.

  “So what movie are we seeing?” she asks.

  “Gone with the Wind,” I say, and I see her brow raise slightly from both surprise and excitement.

  “They’re playing that here?” she asks.

  “For us, they are,” I say and lead her inside. The theater is completely empty. Of course, it is, I had rented it out days ago for this night.

  “So…” she smiles, catching on that we are completely alone apart from a few employees. “How the hell did you know I loved Gone with the Wind?”

  I smile, “That’s my little secret.” I say, although it really would not be that hard to figure out. I had been to her apartment and had noticed a Gone with the Wind poster hanging on the wall in her kitchen –one of the few items in her home that was not related to extreme sports or her modeling career.

  We head down the hall to the specific theater that will be showcasing our film for the evening, and when we enter inside, I can see her face light up with excitement. In the front of the theater is one oversized beanbag chair surrounded by candles and roses. A small table that rests about a foot off the ground is seated next to the giant bean bag chair with a bottle of Champaign on ice with some red velvet cupcakes placed at the center of the table. There is also a large blanket for us to curl up under.

  “Well, I’ll be.” She says, clearly impressed.

  “Too much?” I ask.

  “It’s no trip to Paris.” She says, “But I can definitely get into this.”

  We sit down on the bean bags, and she shyly crosses her legs, realizing the short dress was probably not the best option for this type of date. Not that it matters. I’ve seen a lot more of her than that by now, and I’m hoping to get her out of her underwear this time. “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” I say, “Once they start the movie, the employees are heading to the other side of the building.”

  “Good to know.” She says, and we pop open the Champaign just as the movie starts. “Are those red velvet?” she whispers excitedly.

  I laugh, “Most definitely.”

  “Are you spying on me or something?” she asks, “Red velvet is my favorite.”

  I had no idea red velvet was her favorite. That was just luck. We start snacking on the red velvet, and I don’t notice that I have some on my finger. She takes this as an opportunity to grab my wrist and suck the icing off my finger. Damn.

  “Mmmm….” She says and leans closer to me on the beanbag, pulling the large blanket I had provided up to cover both our legs. She sinks into me, and I feel myself blushing from her sudden forwardness. I can hardly contain my own excitement.

  26

  I honestly did not expect much of anything to happen at the theater outside of just getting Sylvia in the mood. Truthfully, I had expected for us to go back to one of our apartments after the movie for some fun, but I am more than happy to do it here. We are about halfway through that bottle of champagne, and the movie has only been on for about thirty minutes at this point. The cake is gone, and she has sunk further and further into me with every passing minute.

  Right now her right hand is rested on my knee, and she seems to be rubbing my knee with her palm. I am not paying any attention to the movie, and I don’t think she is either –if anything, she is just pretending to be interested in the film. I know I’m not. I keep second guessing myself as to whether or not she is wanting to do it now or is just getting herself excited for later. After a few minutes of debating with myself, I decide to test the waters. I reach one hand down and touch her knee similar to what she has been doing to be for the past ten minutes or so, but I slowly start to slide my hand up until I am under her dress at her thigh. She does not stop me; if anything, she just comes closer to me and lays her head against my chest.

  Holy shit; she’s not wearing underwear. That is pretty much all the confirmation I need to deduce that she has been looking forward to tonight just as much as me. “Damn,” I say when I make this pleasant discovery. She’s wet too and all ready to go. “Oh Damn,” I say again at my second happy surprise.

  “Get it in me –now.” She says, and I am hardly able to contain my excitement. Where did this version of Sylvia come from all of a sudden? Maybe she has been thinking about this just as much as me? She did tell me she has a poster of me in her apartment. I guess as much as she is my fantasy girl I’m her fantasy boy too. Works for me.

  “Yes, ma’am!” I say, and I kick off my shoes and get out of my pants faster than I think I ever have before. I toss my boxers and my suit jacket, but my button-up and tie remain on. She hikes up her dress, and her dress sandals are kicked away as well.

  We’re both way too eager to get a move on to bother removing her dress or my tie and button up. I enter inside her for the fir
st time, and I am instantly overcome with an intense amount of relief. This has been building up for a considerable amount of time. I have been creepily crushing on her billboard modeling gig for over a year, almost two, and we have tried to get in bed together several times now. The anticipation has been killing me. I feel her tense up, and the walls of her womb tighten around me –making me cringe from the intense sensation.

  She wraps her arms around me and pulls the thick blanket over us both as we sink down into the beanbag chair. Thinking back, perhaps the beanbag was not the best option. It is not that easy to move around on top of. We sink further down into the beanbag, and the foamy interior wraps us up tight like a heat-filled balloon of foam and skin. Eventually, I manage to pull her green dress up over her head, and I stare at her perky breasts hidden beneath the fabric of a purple, lacy bra. Although she is squished underneath me, she still works furiously to unbutton my shirt so that she can touch my now sweat-covered chest. Seriously –this beanbag chair and the thick blanket are making us hotter than the sauna at my gym.

  Sylvia arches back, and I glance down at her toned abdomen and generally cared for body. Holy hell. Every inch of her is perfect. Surely there is some sort of imperfection hidden somewhere on this ideal specimen of the female form? She tries not to scream, worried that the employees might hear us, but I assure her that between the movie and the fact that they are on the opposite end of the building that that is unlikely. I kiss her breasts, taking a moment to suck at both of her nipples before moving upwards to her throat. I can’t help myself: I bite the shit out of her neck, and she groans loudly. “Damn it!” she shouts at me, but her jaw looks up as she grits her teeth and then licks her lips at the overwhelming satisfaction the act causes. Now I’m on her face, and I kiss her lips hard as I press my pelvis up against hers, forcing my cock as far back into as I could possibly make it go. It’s at this moment that I notice her slight imperfection; I can’t tell exactly, but I think her eyes might be two different colors or something amiss like that because I notice for the first time that she wears contacts, and they are definitely colored contacts. What a small and insignificant flaw! It’s almost endearing, and she hides it well, but I knew there had to be something that made her human instead of completely goddess-like in appearance, so finding this little secret of hers is almost a relief.

  “You’re amazing,” I say and nibble at her ears, and she moans loudly.

  “Oh, James!” she calls out, “You’re going to break me in two!”

  This has got to be the single most amazing moment in my life. This woman –the woman I have dreamed about and fantasized about (and masturbated to; I’m not going to lie) –has suddenly appeared in my life, and she has turned out to be even greater than anything I have ever imagined. She’s smart, funny, athletic, and she is the same sort of things I am. And, to top it off, is a hellion in bed… or beanbag, whichever. I’m not sure if it’s just her or just the fact that this moment has been building for so long, but this is the best sex I have ever had. Our movements are limited, sure, but it does not matter. I’ve never been into the whole hot and sweaty thing, but I think I might change my M.O. now. Damn! Mother of God!

  “Don’t stop!” she shrieks, her hands shaking. She lowers her hands down to my ass and squeezes my cheek, and she awkwardly snorts a small laugh. One hand come up and covers her face from embarrassment.

  I smile and wrap one arm around the back of her neck so that she can rest her head there, and with my other hand, I lower her hand that had covered her embarrassed face. “You’re so damn cute,” I say, and I immediately feel awkward for saying that. I’ve definitely never told a grown woman she was cute before. Beautiful. Sexy. Hot. But cute? We’re both blushing now, and I like it.

  I speed up, and she looks almost light-headed when I do. Her groans become closer together and louder and louder with each passing second until I know she has certainly gotten where she needs to be. I keep her going, though. It’s my dream girl, after all. I hold out, and I keep pushing through until I know she’s had her fill of loud, pleasurable orgasms.

  She’s panting, loudly. I lift myself up slightly, after having been crushing her most of the time, just so I can look down and admire her body as I continue to slide in and out of her. She’s covered in a layer of sweat that is glistening off of her. I watch as her chest moves up and down and she desperately gasps for each breath. The thick blanket, as I raise up, falls off my back and wraps around my legs. Sylvia can’t catch her breath, and I’m about to lose my endurance. One final thrust, and I ejaculate inside her. We collapse beside one another, neither having the capability to make a single utterance outside of heavy panting.

  There are a million things running through my mind as we lay out, completely naked, on top of this beanbag chair, but one thing comes to the forefront of my mind as the end credits roll on the screen: that was a fucking four-hour movie. Hot damn.

  27

  A fucking subpoena! I got a fucking subpoena in the mail –a court summons for the case against me! They do not even have evidence put together yet, and here we fucking go! My head is spinning as I sift through the mail. I could punch a hole in the wall. My arm is back in my sling now after the crazy night I had had with Sylvia at the movies; I had woken up this morning with a serious pain and had to pop an extra pain pill just to get out of bed, but I am managing. This, however, is about to send me over the edge.

  I call my lawyer, but this is news to him. He sounds like a shaky idiot as I talk to him about my displeasure of having had heard about this through the mail rather than through him. He apologizes, and he says he’s going to figure out how this happened. Surely there is not any evidence against me that could possibly make up a case. Sure, this is just as a sort of meditation thing –a desperate attempt by some jackasses hoping to settle outside of court with me to get a good payout, but I am not having any of that shit. My lawyer sounds panicked as he promises to get back to me, not making me feel any better about the situation.

  For the next hour, I pace back and forth hoping for a quick phone call back from my lawyer to tell me that it was just some big misunderstanding, but I don’t ever receive a call. I realize I need some advice from a third party, and unfortunately, the first person I think of is Éclair. Éclair, before becoming a young self-made billionaire, had been through law school. She had been doing really well as far as I know, but she never took her bar exam because her business had taken off. Against my better judgment, I shoot Éclair a text asking her if she is home. She sends back a flirty wink and tells me to come on by.

  I call my driver, and while I’m waiting, I gather some legal papers –all that I have on me currently. Despite mine and Éclair’s differences, she had always had my back when it came to things like this. My driver arrives, and we head to Éclair’s house. She lives on a decent sized property that is fairly private. I would not call it a mansion, but it’s fairly close. I prefer my bachelor pad apartment. She is at the door waiting for me, and she kindly smiles and waves at my driver. She’s always been really personal with her employees, which is something I admire about her. She knows the name of every janitor at every one of her branches, which is a lot more than what I can say about myself. I would call that a good employee that she could tell you the first and last name of the door hop and the fact that the man has a wife and two sons. Considering that she has an employee list with thousands of names on said list, I have always been impressed by that. I do good to remember that my driver’s first name is Louis. I’m working on that, though.

  My driver departs; I told him I would be a while. I have so much shit I want to ask her about. We get in the door, and she is already all over me. I’m temporarily blinded by the sheer amount of pink and silver that floods her home, so it takes me a moment to get my bearings straight. “Not today, Éclair,” I say, and she rolls her eyes –frustrated. I sigh, “I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, and you know I’m seeing someone.”

  “Sure.” She says, “That Sylvia wom
an, right? Are you two exclusive now?”

  “Well…” I think about the amazing night I had with Sylvia, but I know deep down the two of us are still just in that infatuation stage, “Not exactly, but-”

  Éclair laughs and slaps me on my ass, “Whatever you say, sweetie. What has my favorite sex doll come to talk to me about today?” She bypasses me and heads into the kitchen. I follow.

  “I’m serious.” I say, “Éclair, I need some legal advice.”

  “I see.” She sighs and sits herself down in her breakfast nook. She waves her hand, inviting me to join. “I was really hoping you just wanted to come try out that sex swing I told you about.”

  My dick goes hard almost immediately, and I’m thankful we’re sitting down. I don’t want her to know she’s turning me on right now. I have some serious stuff I need to talk to her about, and she is always more than happy to get me off my game to try to convince me to sell my company or to just toy with me sexually. “I got a subpoena in the mail this morning.” I say nervously, “That lawsuit is being put together before the cops can even test the supplements. I’m freaking out, Éclair, and I could really use a friend right now.”

  She rolls her eyes, lights a cigarette, and then snatches the paperwork from me and begins to skim through it. “Your lawyer sucks.” She says upright, “My first advice? Fire his ass.” She stands and tosses the paperwork back down on the table. She disappears for a moment –she’s off in her home office, I believe because I can hear her shelves being opened and closed as she searches for something. She returns shortly and tosses a business card my way, “The guy you hired has never done anything like this before. Trust me; I would know. He’s never represented a CEO or a company. You want this woman, here. She’s the best of the best, and she’ll get you out trouble if there is a way. She’s used to bigger name clients like yourself.”