by Yvette Hines
“My thought--” He pushed the wet waves that had been salon created curls earlier in the night away from her face. “--Is that nudity would allow you to move around the office unconstrained and hindered by apparel.” He fondled her breast and pinched her nipples, loving the small hiss she made from the pain/pleasure sensation. “Not only that. In the summer it would be much cooler and must I say that your gorgeous golden brown skin would be a compliment to any accessory.”
“Hmm, you may have a point.”
He leaned down and licked water off one of her nipples. “So, what say you? Let me hear your counter argument.”
“I only have this.” She went to her knees before him and took hold of his cock that had become hard once again while they played in the shower.
Without exhibiting any of the hesitation she’d shown before when dealing with his dick, she opened her mouth wide and closed it around his head as she began squeezing and pumping his shaft.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! The word exploded over and over in his mind as he slammed his palms against the back shower wall in front of him.
Giving him no peace and launching him straight into insanity, Amana sucked him, taking only a few inches of his cock into her mouth as she glided it along her tongue. A superb tongue that waved up and down in some type of titillating trick she performed. That same delectable appendage swirled around the crown and flirted with the sensitive area below. When she squeezed his dick and stroked it from base to her mouth and flicked her wicked tongue over the small split at the tip, it took every ounce of his strength not to come.
As pleasant as it would have been to release in her mouth, it wouldn’t benefit them in the quest to conceive.
“Stop,” he shouted.
Releasing him instantly, she stared up at him, question and doubt clouding her eyes. At the moment, he didn’t have time to explain, he needed to be inside of her. Pulling her up, he turned her to face the side wall and stood behind her. Once she was in position with her hands flat on the tile, her stance wide and her ass pushed out towards him, he angled his dick to her pussy. Slow and steady, he entered her, knowing she could take all of him, however still taking care not to hurt her, he didn’t stop until he was fully encased by her wet walls.
Pulling out and leaving only the tip inside, he grabbed her ass cheeks spread them wide not wanting anything to obstruct his view as he began to thrust his hips forward.
In and out, he fucked her hard, loving the sound of her screams of passion reverberating off the tile as much as seeing her thick cream glistening on his shaft. This was his woman. Even if just for the moment, or just for the night, he would imprint himself in her. Claim her body--if not her heart.
She climaxed, her back bowing as her form quaked before him. No longer needing to hold back his own release, he met her at the end of ecstasy’s rainbow.
~YH~
Amana’s body was tender and thoroughly loved as she came once again. In the dark she lay nude on her side with a bare Neal curled along her back and his hand between her thighs. This time, he hadn’t taken his own pleasure, just stroked her gently until an orgasm broke from her. As her body returned from the clouds, she heard him whisper, “Sleep now.”
She would have thought he’d remove his hand, but he didn’t. She drifted off to sleep with his finger lying along her slit and embraced by her labia.
~YH~
With the first rays of dawn pushing the darkness from the room, she awoke with his kiss along her neck and shoulder.
He continued a path down her spine, once he licked the scar from her surgery.
She shivered.
Once he returned, lightly kissing her neck again, he whispered, “One more time, sweetheart; before the new day takes this away.”
Following his urging, she rolled to her back and parted her thighs. As the sun rose higher in the eastern sky bringing the end to their affair a little closer, she held on to the man moving inside of her.
They made love slowly and whispered words of pleasure, no promises. This was it and Amana knew it. The last time she’d feel Neal inside of her. The last time he would hold her.
Her toes curled and her fingernails dug deep into his back as she arched against him, loving the feel of his thick length thrusting inside of her. The moments stretched into minutes and the minutes grew as they continued to writhe on the sheets, holding each other tight--one giving, the other taking.
Her heart ached, she didn’t want this to end, but knew it had to. One night and a baby was all it was meant to be. Love was not a part of the equation. However, at that moment she would have gladly delayed the child for Neal’s love.
Pressing her face into the strong muscles of his neck, she came hard. Her body shuddered, an accompanying echo of the release of the man holding her as silent tears spilled from her eyes.
Tumbling to his back, he pulled her with him. She laid there and took in the needed breath to calm herself. It was time to go.
Once she’d regained control of her emotions, she got up, giving him her back. “I need to shower before I go.” She dragged the sheet to her chest.
“Do you want me to come with you?” There was a tension to his voice that she didn’t understand.
But she couldn’t worry about how Neal was feeling the morning after when her mind was a mess. “No.” she stood up, taking the sheet with her, feeling as if she needed the shield, the comfort.
“Amana, this--”
She bent over, swiped her dress from the floor and rushed into the bathroom, not wanting to hear his words. What could he say? “This was fun”…”This was amazing”…. “This night should have produced a baby”? All of that was true and none of it made her feel any better.
Locking the door, she stared at the mirror before her. In it, she saw a woman who had been loved thoroughly and had found a passion inside herself that she never knew existed. In the eyes of the woman staring back at her, was the realization that she had altered her life forever. Even if a baby had not been conceived.
~YH~
Neal lay in the bed, trying to figure out what happened in the span of three minutes. One minute he was holding Amana’s supple body in his arms and the next she was moving away from him. Why did it feel like it wasn’t only physically as she clung to the sheet as if it were her lifeline, but emotionally there seemed to be a gulf growing between them? How was it that they could spend all night making love to each other and have so much distance now?
Sitting up, he balanced his elbow on a raised knee and listened to the steady spray of the shower. Even if he had been tempted to join her, hearing the click of the lock into place was like a gun going off in the room declaring she wanted to be alone.
Getting up from the bed, he pulled on his pants; he’d shower when she was done. Going to the hotel phone, he called down to have her keys brought up. Dan would have left them at the front desk. Then he made a second call on his cell to Dan to have him come and pick him up.
He placed his cell back on the nightstand and began to gather his clothes and toss them on the bed. Beneath the bed skirt, purple lace winked at him. Reaching underneath the short drape, he removed Amana’s panties. Her delicate purple panties that he’d had the pleasure of removing. Knowing what she wore under her clothing now was going to drive him crazy at work. He had no doubt that he’d be playing images of her in passion for a long time to come.
The bathroom door opened and Amana stepped out dressed in the gown. Lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t even heard the shower turn off. Now she stood barely out of the bathroom door and stared at him. To him she looked more beautiful in the dress now with her fresh face sans make-up and her thick hair, wet from her shower now pulled back in a braid.
“I left you half the bottle of mouth wash,” she announced.
“Thanks.”
“May I have those?” She gestured towards him.
At first he wasn’t sure what she was talking about, until he looked down and realized he was still holding her
panties. Moving around the bed, he placed them in her hand. “Are you alright?
“Never better.” A smile pulled the corners of her mouth, brilliant and wide, but it didn’t radiate from her brown eyes.
He frowned. He really wanted them to sit down and talk. “What’s the game plan?”
She brushed passed him and walked to the dresser. Once there she picked up her silver purse and stuffed the underwear inside and snapped the purse shut. “No, plan. We go back to how things were before last night.” Turning, she faced him. “The only thing we can do is wait.”
Go back to the way things were? To Neal that felt like an insurmountable task when all he wanted to do was to pull her in his arms and hold her. “Look, we--”
There was a knock at the door with the words ‘room service’ called out.
Neal crossed to the door, pulled it open and took the envelope containing Amana’s keys, then pulled his wallet out of his pocket to tip the woman. Once he handed Amana the pouch, he said, “Like I was saying. We can talk more once I get out of the shower.”
She remained silent and glanced away from him, staring out of the window as she’d done the night before when they arrived. As if outside of the room things could not be the same between them. Bullshit, he wanted to yell.
Turning to the bathroom, he started walking towards it, when her voice stopped him.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about, Neal.”
Pivoting back, seeing her put her heels on, he moved to her. “Of course there is.” There had to be… he couldn’t have had a night like last night and there not be something that needed to be discussed.
Rising from the side of the bed, she stood tall before him. “What? What is there to say, that we didn’t cover last night?”
He took hold of her shoulders. She didn’t pull away, but he could feel the tension in her body. “Just wait until I get out of the shower.”
“I can’t. I have to go home and change. There are things I need to take care of this morning.”
“Like what?” He felt helpless, wanting to keep her in this room and with him, but not having any control to do it.
“Like the employee dinner tonight. I need to make some last minute calls to ensure everything is set up correctly.”
“Can’t you do that from here?” His thumbs caressed the smooth skin of her shoulders and the small shudder in her body didn’t escape him.
Giving him a small smile, she said, “No, sir. I can’t.”
Shit. It was the tone she used to say sir, it was all business. The voice she always used when she was around him, before last night. Pulling her to his chest, he lowered his head and kissed her. Nothing deep, he just allowed his lips to rest against hers for a moment. If wishes could be made by kisses, he would have hoped to turn back the hands of time one day--24 fucking hours to do over again.
If he had it to do all over again, he was sure there were things he would have said. Something he could have said. Because there had to be something he should have said that would have changed the outcome of this morning. Anything that would close the distance that had resumed between them. However, he had agreed, one night then things would return to the way they had been between them.
When the kiss ended, there was a shadow that passed through her eyes, but was gone seconds before she stepped away. “I’ll see you on Monday, Mr. Stephens.”
“Damn it,” he exploded. “You’re not even out the door yet, can’t you at least call me Neal?”
Her eyes glistened in the rays of the sun, but she was too far for him to tell if they were tears or just a trick of the sun. “Bye, Neal.” With that, she exited the room.
Fuck, hearing her tell him good-bye so personally made it worse.
~YH~
Amana refused to cry as she rode the elevator to the lobby and quickly hustled out of the side door to the parking garage. She was a big girl. She had gone into this night with her mind clear and fully comprehending what she was getting herself into. Looking down at the envelope, she read the note on the back of it from Dan, Neal’s driver, indicating what level and spot her car was parked in.
As she headed to her car, she thought about all the times Dan had driven her and Neal to various business functions or to the airport on corporate trips and what the man thought about last night. She was sure the driver knew they weren’t going from the restaurant to another event at the hotel; which meant Dan understood why he’d dropped his employer and his assistant at the Westin with instructions to take the rest of the night off.
Dan would be the first of many by the time the baby was born who would figure out that a lot more than business was between her and Neal.
No, Mr. Stephens. Regardless of what the man still in the suite believed, it was best to put the fence back up as soon as possible. Even if it was a little wobbly now.
A deal was a deal.
Chapter 6
Neal strutted into his office in the early afternoon and found it odd that Amana wasn’t at her desk. He’d had an early meeting with some developers in Kannapolis trying to look at the best place to open another design lab. Normally, he would have taken Amana with him, but in the last two weeks she’d made up one excuse after another not to join him at meetings and functions outside of the office.
Other people were even beginning to comment and notice. He couldn’t fault her for not going, because most of the time he could handle things on his own in the preliminary meets or take one of the execs with him. So, it wasn’t as if she were shirking her work responsibilities.
Sitting at his desk, he looked at the stack of letters, contracts and memos she had flagged for him to review, sign or address. Yes, she was still efficient at her job.
However, things had substantially changed between them in other ways. Monday following their night of passion, Amana had been missing from their early morning workout. Worried, he’d called her, but she had simply said she was going to take a few days off from working out. It was her body and he couldn’t force her to go to the gym, but those few days had turned into two weeks. Not knowing anything about fertility and the female reproductive system, he’d expected her to come in and announce she was pregnant, but she’d remained silent on that front, so he’d done the same. He knew how important having a baby was to her and if she hadn’t conceived, he didn’t want to bring up the subject and make her deal with the emotions surrounding the disappointment when she may not have been ready.
By the end of the first week, Amana had begun to come into work at the official time she had to be there.
She no longer stayed later than she had to and if he needed her to accompany him after hours, she always drove herself. They had agreed that things wouldn’t change, but they had.
But he couldn’t blame her for the tension between them. She’d simply wanted a way to have a baby and not foot the full procedure out of pocket and he had been the idiot who volunteer himself like a rent-a-stud.
He had to admit that Amana’s behavior ensuring that things remained on a pseudo business level was a blessing in disguise, because he had not been able to put their one night out of his mind. There wasn’t a night in the last two weeks that he hadn’t gone to sleep thinking of her, from the way she laughed or how she cried out when she climaxed. The mornings were just as bad. When he woke up after a night filled with memories and fantasies of all the things he wanted to still do with her, he was always shocked not to have her body next to him.
His bed and his life felt empty without her. Even though she was technically still there, he wanted more. The worst part of all was having her at work, around him every day and not be able to hold her, kiss her or even touch more than her hand. Many times he’d thought about leaning over and kissing the side of her neck when she sat taking notes with her head tilted.
Amana had become a fever in his blood. However, he knew it wasn’t just lust. No, lust meant that his sole desire was to bend her over his desk and bury his dick deep inside of her and have her call out his name
, Neal, as she came. His desire for her went further than that. He wanted the sappy things that went with relationships like walking along the beach at dawn holding hands and not saying a word, just glad to be with her. He wanted to lie on his couch and hold her while they watched a movie. He wanted the freedom to talk with her about anything and everything that didn’t have to do with security software.
Sighing he turned on his computer to check his calendar and see if Amana was at a meeting or perhaps taking notes in a conference call he’d forgotten about. As his computer booted up, he immediately heard the chimes signifying that he had an instant message waiting from Ms. Hudgens.
Selecting the option to open Amana’s message, he read the brief words.
Sir, I’m taking a sick day. Will be at work promptly at 8:30 tomorrow. I made sure you will have assistance with your meetings.
That was it. There were no further details about the supposed illness. From most people it wouldn’t be strange, however, Amana rarely got sick and the occasional time that she did, she’d still be at work until he forced her to go home.
What could it be?
It had been over two weeks since he and Amana made love--in hopes of making a baby. His heart began to pound in his chest and his gut clenched with trepidation. What if she’d just now realized she wasn’t pregnant or had lost the baby? She would be at home alone dealing with it. Even if the child wasn’t his, he would want to be there to comfort her. In the last two years, they’d developed a friendship that had come from them leaning on each other. First her, then him. Now, she was going to deny him the chance to hold her when she needed him the most.
Hell, when he had a father’s right to be there.