by Roya Carmen
He tears himself from me and takes my hand. “Come with me. I want you in my bed.”
Yes, Sir.
I follow him to the master, very eager. As soon as we step into his room, he fiddles with the belt of my dress. “This dress looks amazing on you, but unfortunately, it needs to go.”
I reach for the fly of his pants but he bats my hand away. “I undress you first,” he scolds.
“Okay, Sir. As you wish.”
He stills for a second. His grin is impish. “You’ve made me twitch again, Grasshopper.”
He spins me around and bites my shoulder. He slowly pulls my zip down, and kisses my back, just between my shoulder blades. He peels the dress off, and it pools around my feet. “I like this very much.” He traces the laced hem of my panties with his finger. “Very sexy.”
I’ve been anticipating this exact moment for a while. It’s the reason I wore my sexiest undies, black satin and lace.
He drops to his knees and jerks my panties down. My breath hitches and my legs are suddenly wobbly.
“I’m going to leave a mark,” he warns, just before he bites my ass cheek. Hard. I smile wide. So much for the amendments on the agreement.
“My apologies,” he breathes. “Your rear is just so delicious… so soft and adorable, begging to be licked and bitten.” He slides his tongue against the sting.
I’m speechless.
Damn.
Finally, he rises and I turn to him. I want to kiss him again. My mouth reaches for his, and we get lost in another long sensual kiss.
But again, he pulls from me. “Sit on the bed.”
I oblige, and sit on the edge of his comfy bed in nothing but my bra and heels. He drops to his knees at my feet, and smiles up at me. He takes my foot in his hands, and works the clasp of my ankle strap. He slips off the shoe. I present him with my other foot. No man has ever removed my heels before. There’s something quite sexy about it. I don’t remember Donovan ever doing this. When he’s finally done, and my beautiful Chanel sandals are abandoned on the floor, he trails kisses up my thigh. I pull him to me and we kiss again. He reaches for my hair, and removes my hair clip. My hair falls over my shoulders in waves.
“I prefer you like this,” he says. “I love your hair. I love the feel of it against my skin.”
I reach for his suit jacket, but he stops me again. “I’m not done with you yet.” He reaches for the clasp of my bra and toys with it.
I smile. “Having a little trouble?” I turn on my stomach. “Try again.”
He laughs. “Don’t be a brat, Grasshopper.”
“It’s what you love about me, isn’t it?”
“Kind of.” He slides his tongue down my back, and bites my ass again. “That’s for being naughty, my sweet girl.”
I smile. I don’t think I could ever tire of this.
I turn back to him, and he pulls off my bra and takes my breast in his mouth. I throw my head back on the bed and enjoy the feel of his greedy hot mouth on me.
But I’m impatient. “My turn.”
I reach for his jacket and eagerly pull it off. He watches me intently as I quickly loosen his tie. “Maybe a little fun with this later?” I say playfully.
He cocks a brow. “Perhaps.”
I reach for the buttons of his shirt, and undo them as quickly as I can. He helps me with the cufflinks on his sleeves. Finally, I’m almost there as I peel off his undershirt. I lick a slow line up his torso, delighting in the salty taste of his skin. The sound of his moans arouses me to no end. I’m all thumbs as I fiddle with his belt and undo his fly. He helps me along and pulls down his pants. I peel off his purple boxers and reach for his erection. I can’t wait for us to be one.
Finally, when we are both in our birthday suits, the mood shifts. What was frantic and hurried becomes soft and slow. I find myself under the weight of him as he stares into my eyes. “I want you under my bed sheets,” he breathes against my ear.
I slither up his bed covers, and we laugh as we both throw pillows haphazardly like young girls at a sleepover. He pulls the covers and invites me into his arms. I snuggle in, warm and cozy, and we stay like this for a long time. “This is my personal heaven,” he says. “Just you and me, under the covers.”
“Mine too.”
“I could lay like this all night.”
“No sex needed,” I quip.
He laughs. “Well, don’t get too ahead of yourself. I don’t know if you’ve noticed…”
I reach for his hard-on. “Oh… I’ve noticed. And I like very, very much.”
His grin is playful when he swivels right on top of me. I love the weight of him, the feel of him, the warmth of his breath on my cheek. He trails soft kisses along my jawline. His hands are gentle as they dance over my curves. I explore him too as we kiss. We get lost in this beautiful dance for what seems like forever. And it’s perfect.
Finally, he sinks into me, and makes long sweet love to me.
36
When I wake in the morning, he’s already gone. I’m brought back to the night before. The lovemaking was perfect. Slow, intense… amazing. But it was also everything I’ve been wanting to avoid. This thing between the two of us was always meant to be fun. Nothing serious.
Now I’ve gone and fallen in love. Madly in love. And that scares me to death.
This man. This man I’ve known only for about a month now has the power to completely wreck me. My heart is still bruised, and not ready for another heartbreak.
And what’s worse, he’s already managed to wiggle himself in Ethan’s heart too. I need to protect Ethan too. I want to move forward. I want to believe we could all have a happy ending. But life has made me cynical, and I have a very hard time believing in happiness.
Yet… Weston is such a wonderful man. I can’t imagine him ever hurting us.
“You’re awake,” he says. “Sleepy head.”
I check the clock. It’s 6:56 AM.
“Your bed is so comfy.”
He smiles. “Especially when you’re in it.”
I bounce out of bed. “But I really should get to Ethan.”
He’s already dressed in grey sweats and a white V neck t-shirt. I like seeing him looking casual like this. It suits him. He’s wearing hipster glasses which make him look even sexier.
“I like the librarian look you’ve got going on this morning,” I tease. “Very sexy.”
“Oh these… they make me look like a real nerd.”
“I suspect that you are,” I quip. “A little.”
He laughs. “You’ve got me pegged, Grasshopper.”
“I do.”
“You sure you don’t want breakfast? I’m making a mushroom and spinach omelet.”
I pout. “Sounds delicious, but I can’t. I really need to go to Ethan.”
Damn.
Smart, sweet, sexy, good in bed… and he can cook too.
I’m back in the thick of things at work. Surprisingly, my momentum’s been great, and I’m making good progress, despite all the naughty thoughts about Weston whirling around in my brain.
I smile when I see another email from him.
My little grasshopper,
You look very beautiful today. Is that a new skirt? I don’t recall ever seeing it. And the red heels are very sexy.
How about Shedd aquarium this Saturday?
Yours,
Mr. Boss Man
I smile like a kid on Halloween as I quickly type a reply.
Dear Mr. Boss Man,
Yes, the skirt is new. I bought it just for you. And I can’t wait for you to peel off my red heels and have your way with me.
Yes, Saturday is perfect. Ethan will be so excited. Thank you so much.
Yours,
Grasshopper.
Not ten minutes later, a response comes.
Dear Grasshopper,
Stop distracting me. I have a busy day ahead.
I will make all the arrangements. I look forward to spending time with the two of you.
Yours,
Mr. Boss Man
My heart swells at the sight of his words, and I shake my head, reminding myself to rein my emotions in.
My phone rings, and I’m quick to answer it.
“Guess what!”
It’s Claudia.
“What?” I ask, curious.
“Mr. Dark & Mysterious sent me beautiful flowers and chocolates. They arrived just this morning.”
“Really?” I say, surprised.
“He thanked me on the note,” she clarifies, “for looking after Ethan, and for giving you two the night together.”
“Wow.” I’m speechless.
“That guy is all class,” she goes on. “He’s definitely a keeper.”
I smile. “Yes, I think so too.”
Patricia and Ethan are watching SpongeBob SquarePants and laughing their heads off when I get home. I drop my briefcase, slip off my heels, and join them in the living room. SpongeBob is desperately trying to get Gary, his pet snail, to take a bath.
It’s pretty funny.
Ethan lunges at me, and we share a big hug. “Miss you so much, little buddy.”
“So how was your day?” Patricia asks.
“It was great.” More than great. “Busy.” Of course I don’t tell her about Weston calling me into his office and having his way with me on his desk again. He’d requested that I wear thigh high stockings and when he saw them, he went crazy for them. Regretfully, there was no bum biting this time.
I’m careful to pull my skirt down as I take a seat on the sofa. I don’t want Patricia to notice the laced trim on my thigh highs. She might wonder why I’m wearing such sexy stockings to work.
I stare at the screen and watch SpongeBob’s antics, but I’m not really paying attention. I’m thinking about my relationship with Weston. I’ve kind of been in denial about the whole thing, but we really are in a relationship. And I should be open about it. Most people in my life already know, Rosetta and my friends that is.
Ethan giggles loudly. I love the sound of his laugh.
“So Patricia,” I start. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
She turns to me, curious. “Yes?”
“I’ve kind of been seeing someone,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. “Oh…”
I smile. “You look surprised.”
“I am,” she admits. “I thought you were too busy with work.”
“Well, that’s just it,” I go on. “I’m seeing my boss.”
“Your boss?”
“I know… it’s kind of crazy.”
She smiles. “Well, it’s not usually recommended, is it?”
“Nope… not usually,” I admit. “But since this is only a six month contract, I think we can get away with it. And so far, it hasn’t caused us any problems.”
“And your job is secure?” she asks, concerned.
“Yes, very. I signed an agreement.” I stifle a smile as I think about the contents of said agreement. If Patricia saw it, she’d probably be appalled beyond repair. If only she knew what I’ve been up to. Thank God she doesn’t.
“And he’s a good man?” she asks.
“Very.”
“Is he good to Ethan?”
“Yes. Very. Ethan loves him. We’re actually all going to the aquarium this Saturday.”
She strokes the top of Ethan’s head. “I’m happy for you,” she finally says. “I think it’s time for you to move on, Gretchen. Just be careful… take it slow. Your heart is still raw.”
My insides warm. I didn’t realize how much I craved her approval until now. And her advice is spot-on. “Thank you, Patricia.”
“Well, when do I get to meet this lovely man?”
I smile. “Soon. I’ll ask him to come over with me after work sometime.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she says. “I can’t wait.”
37
Weston calls me into his office as soon as I get to work. I’m happy to get away from my desk since Rosetta is busy arguing over the phone with one of her kids, something about the car.
He’s in fine form in grey slacks and a fitted grey long sleeve shirt.
“You look wonderful,” he says. “Like you always do.”
I study my plaid skirt and pink top, and the vintage Franco Toscini heels I inherited from my mother.
He rises from his desk. “I just realized that I don’t have a single photo of you.”
“I don’t either,” I point out. “I don’t have a single picture of you either.”
“Well, I think we should rectify that right now, don’t you?”
I smile. “What kind of photos did you have in mind?”
His grin is playful. “Oh, nothing too scandalous.”
I inch closer, happy to be near him again.
He takes my hand. “I was thinking we could take a walk to the park and snap a few pictures of ourselves.”
“Well, we both do look pretty fine,” I quip.
He laughs. “Well, you certainly do.” He reaches for his unruly lock of hair. “I don’t know about myself.”
I really don’t think the man realizes how gorgeous he is. “You always look amazing, Weston.”
He brings a hand to his temple. “I’m going grey. I hate it.”
It’s barely noticeable, but yes, I had noticed. “It’s incredibly sexy. Very distinguished.”
“Mr. Silver Fox and Miss Blueberry hair.”
I grab a lock of my blue tipped hair. “Yep, that’s us.”
“So what do you say?”
I glance over at his desk, covered with papers. “Aren’t you too busy?”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “I’m never too busy for my little grasshopper.”
I smile. “Hey, I wanted to run something by you. I’m thinking of going green with my hair, then I’d really be your little grasshopper.”
He laughs. “Well, that would certainly be different. You’d certainly fit in on Saint Patrick’s Day.”
“It was just a thought.”
“I like the blue,” he tells me. “I like you just the way you are.”
We’re at the park, surrounded by small children and bored nannies. I’m quite familiar with this park. I bring Ethan here all the time. I feel kind of silly swinging on one of the swings, but Weston insists. He wants to take a photo of me in action. Of course, I get him to swing too. “This goes both ways,” I point out.
I sit on the elephant. He hangs from the monkey bars. I sit at the bottom of the slide. Snap. Snap. Snap.
We also take selfies of the both of us smiling for the camera. We are definitely not inconspicuous. Everyone is staring at us. And we couldn’t care less.
We steal chaste kisses here and there, and I want more. “After this little photo session is over,” I whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me to your bedroom.”
He smiles. “That’s exactly the plan, Grasshopper.”
I fill with anticipation at the thought. I just can’t seem to get enough of him. I wonder how long this feeling will last. They say the initial honeymoon phase is six months. That’s exactly the length of my contract. What will happen when my contract is over? Do we break up? I prefer not to think about it at all, and just enjoy the present moment. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I refuse to let my cynicism and negative thoughts ruin that.
“That was so fun,” I tell him as we walk back to my desk.
He presses his mouth against my ear. “We’re not done.”
I look up at him, wondering what else he has in mind.
“I just need to get a few things done in my office,” he tells me. “I won’t be long.”
I watch him as he disappears into his office. I’m already eager for his return.
“What were you guys doing?” Rosetta asks. “Playing naughty Twister again?”
I laugh. “No… we were at the park, taking pictures.”
She pulls a face. “Taking pictures of what?”
“Our
selves.”
She shakes her head. “Young people these days.”
I turn to my desk and get back to work. I’m not at it very long when Weston sends me an email requesting my presence in his bedroom.
I leave my work and try to be discreet as I can as I exit the office. I take off my heels again since I don’t want Rosetta to hear the sound of me walking to his bedroom.
When I get to his room, I walk around and study my surroundings. I admire the nice furnishings and the knick knacks on his dressers, a glass sculpture of a dolphin, a gold trimmed wooden box, and a fancy vase, both empty. I marvel at how perfect his personal space is, like a bedroom in a show home. It doesn’t seem lived in. The bed is perfectly made, and unlike my room, there are are no candy wrappers on the bedside tables, no books strewn about, no dirty underwear on the floor.
I walk over to his collection of family photos. His children are both so beautiful, and the photo of him and Bridget on their wedding day is exquisite. She looks like a fairytale princess. I pick up the photo of Mirella. She’s very beautiful in an unconventional way. I feel like she and I could be good friends if we knew each other. I wonder if we like the same things. I can picture myself enjoying a cup of tea with her, and perhaps a little shopping.
I’m still holding the photo of Mirella when Weston surprises me. I quickly set it back on the bookshelf. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine” he says. “You may spy on me, as long as you put everything back in its rightful place.”
I smile as he inches nearer. “So now what?”
“Now I undress you again, and I take photos of you.”
My jaw drops to the floor. “Uh… I don’t know how I feel about that.”
He smiles. “They will be very tasteful photos, and I will give you final approval.”
I bite my lip. “Well, in that case…”
He sets his phone on his bedside table. “Let’s get started.”
My heart beats a little faster as he closes the distance between us and reaches for the hem of my top. I raise my arms, and he slides it up my torso and over my head.