Book 1 - Active Trust

by Callie Alexandra

  After both of them were good and sauced, he pulled her into him and placed his hand gently on her cheek. He leaned into her and placed his lips against hers and they melted into each other.

  “Do you wanna get out of here?”

  “Your place or mine?”

  “Mine, I don’t live far.”

  Her moral compass was out of the window when faced with a devilishly handsome man in an expensive suit with good manners. He was seductive and sweet and her sober self might’ve objected to his cheesy pickup lines, but she had let her guard down a little. John Steele is the perfect man, she’d told herself. She wouldn’t necessarily kick him out of bed at all like she’d done with all of the men before him.

  Outside, he hailed a taxi and they were off to Woodbury Street, wherever that was, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t care where they were going, she was infatuated with the sexy beast sitting next to her and she wanted to sex him up. Keeping it a secret was beneficial for the both of them, but she also enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around.

  When they arrived at his place, he fidgeted with the key for a moment, opened the door and slid his hand to the side to hit the light switch. His place was immaculate and well furnished. Victoria’s inner snob was pleased with such a good catch who would be presentable to the family should this fling actually go anywhere.

  He pulled her into the breezeway and began stripping her clothes off of her. He pressed his rock hard body against hers and she rubbed his abs.

  “Damn, you must work out.”

  “Yes, I do,” he said as he slipped his fingers up her skirt and between her legs. She was between him and the wall, but the passion she felt was electrifying. He moved her panties to the side and massaged her moist middle with his fingers. Gently, he could feel her wetness increase as he felt her nub harden a little. He kneeled down in front of her and pushed her skirt up with both of his hands. He glanced at her black lace panties and then pulled them off of her body with his finger.

  He parted her center with his fingers and began massaging her wet center with his tongue. She arched her back against the wall and let out a moan. He was relentless in his pursuit of making her scream. He licked and licked until she came with her hands running through his hair and his head between her legs.

  He picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He removed her skirt and undid her blouse the rest of the way. She sat up and as he removed her blouse, she undid the button on his black pants. She could feel his growth getting harder and she could tell it wished to be freed from its pants prison. She slid his pants down and through his boxers saw the size of his manhood. She pulled his boxers down to where his pants were and allowed his beast to escape.

  She took his manhood into her mouth and he slid his hands onto her breasts, massaging her nipples with his fingers. He was good and hard, so he pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed her legs to be parallel with his body slamming his rod into her moist wetness. He watched her eyes as she climaxed into ecstasy once again. While penetrating her lady business with his man pole, he watched her breasts as they bounced in rhythm with his penetrations. After twenty minutes of pounding her senseless, he came. He managed to get himself hard again after a brief break and then he laid back as she mounted him. She rode his manhood for a good twenty minutes before he came again and they were both spent. He lied down next to her and they both passed out.

  The next morning, Victoria woke up covered up nicely in a big, warm bed. She thought for a moment that this was the life she could get used to, but there were so many factors involved that she let it slip from her mind’s eye.

  She noticed that she was alone in his giant bed. She quietly got dressed and made her way toward the door.

  “Slipping out?”

  She was caught as she tried to make her exit.

  “Yes, I’ve got to get home.”

  “Thank you for a fantastic evening, Victoria. This isn’t something I normally do, but I do want to see you again. No one will be the wiser; I promise.”

  She scribbled her cell phone number down and handed it to him. He took it and her hand and kissed it. Her heart fluttered as she left his place.

  “See you Monday,” she uttered as he watched her leave and closed the door behind her.

  She called a cab to take her back to the office to her car. She didn’t dare venture inside so as not to find that goody-two-shoes Michelle inside the building. She would surely notice that Victoria was obviously doing the walk of shame back to the place where she’d left her car, wearing yesterday’s outfit.

  Victoria hurried herself to her Mercedes and sat down. She was safe. She turned the ignition on and sped off to her place.

  At her place, her text message notification went off. She picked up her cell phone to find a message from Michelle was on her screen: “Partners summoned me upstairs – we’ve got a hot new associate. Thought I saw you pull out of the office parking lot earlier.”

  She texted back: “Okay, see you Monday” and clicked send. She already knew about the ever handsome, dapper John Steele – and in more ways than one. She broke her mantra of not mixing business with pleasure, but she was glad that he was being discreet for both of their sakes.

  Victoria knew one thing was for sure, she was definitely not looking forward to Monday rolling around. She wasn’t sure how to proceed so that things between herself and John Steele wouldn’t be completely awkward. Her professional side eventually won out in her head, but her emotional side really enjoyed his touch. She told herself that she would steer clear of Mr. John Steele.

  Monday was confronting her before she knew it, but Victoria’s promise to herself was all about her career path. She had several choices in the matter of John Steele: she could play nice and keep away for professional reasons, give into her carnal nature and have sex with him at any given opportunity or she could screw his brains out and keep it quiet. Her mind said to get past her infatuation, but she wasn’t sure she could. There was something about this man that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she had yet to figure it out.

  She approached the Keurig coffee maker and placed her Mudslide coffee K-Cup inside it. She hit the brew button and noticed the smell of expensive cologne entering into close proximity. She placed her favorite coffee mug down at the base of the brewer and looked up to see John Steele.

  She’d memorized in her head how she would tell him that she was a professional and they shouldn’t let one night of passion complicate any working relationship they would have, but all she could muster was “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, Victoria.”

  “The other night was not a normal thing for me and I just wanted to tell you that. I don’t know if that can ever happen again. I’m on track to be made a partner in this firm and I need people to see me only as a professional.”

  “Enough said, I can respect that, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t like the way you taste.”

  “It was fun, but I don’t see a future between the two of us if we can’t keep a lid on it.”

  “The lid is on tight, Ms. Strauss.”

  He gestured as if to say his lips were zipped and she took her coffee to her office. She loved his body and everything about it, but didn’t want any trouble at work.

  Michelle came in early at the request of the partners so they could introduce their new associate to her. She entered into the building and hit the top floor button on the elevator.

  She had a slight idea of what their new associate looked like, but all she saw was a handsome face and his beautiful eyes. She emerged from the elevator on the top floor where the firm’s partners did their multi-million dollar business. She, too, was on track to be made a partner at the firm, but was glad to learn that their new associate, John Steele, was just an associate and not brought into the partnership right off the bat.

  Mr. Briggs and Mr. Trice greeted her out in the lobby of the top floor.

  Mr. Briggs said, “Ms. Michelle Mayor, I’m
pleased to introduce you to our new associate, Mr. John Steele.”

  “Pleasure, Mr. Steele. You’re joining a great firm. We have all come a long way here at Briggs and Trice and I’m sure you’ll make an excellent addition to our team.”

  Mr. Trice said to Michelle, “Ms. Mayor, would you kindly show Mr. Steele here where everything is?”

  She left the top floor with John Steele in tow and they emerged on the floor where the associates worked alongside their assistants. They walked along and Michelle pointed out office after office.

  “This is Mrs. Fanadee’s office. She’s our office manager. She handles any office related necessities and naturally, her office is right next door to the supply office.”

  They walked down the hallway and to the office area with secretary’s desks out in front.

  “This is my office,” she said, pointing at the office with the small placard on the wall next to the door that read, “Ms. Michelle Mayor.”

  “Down the hallway there is the office of Victoria Strauss. She is all about business and her assistant is the same way.”

  In between, the duo stopped where a maintenance man was placing a placard that read: “Mr. John V. Steele.”

  “This must be where they’ve placed you - between Victoria and myself. I’m going to leave you at your office, but know that I am right here if you need anything.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Mayor – or may I call you Michelle?”

  “Anytime – and Michelle is fine.”

  “Can I show my gratitude for this wonderful tour by taking you to dinner on Friday night?”

  “It was nothing.”

  “Nothing special, just dinner, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

  “Only if you insist.”

  Michelle smiled when he said, “I insist and would be offended if you refused.”

  “It’s not a date, though, just so we’re clear on that.”

  “Consider it a dinner between two professionals who need to eat.”

  “Done.”

  She walked into her office and wondered if she made a good choice. She’d never given any thought to an office romance, just because she hadn’t considered any of the men in her office to be dateable. Now that there was and he was handsome and looked fantastic in a suit, she was curious about Mr. Steele.

  She opened the lid to her laptop and began a Google search on John V. Steele. The results turned up only his Facebook page. She clicked the link completely out of curiosity for the firm’s new associate.

  She dawdled on the social networking website for a while, paging through the events that led John to the law offices of Briggs & Trice. She found that he was from California, but moved to her home city for a job offer that he couldn’t refuse.

  He wasn’t married and his relationship status is single. The only other thing she could find about John was that he had a sister named Madison.

  She closed the tab containing his Facebook information and was pleased that she didn’t find pictures of John with a girlfriend. She couldn’t consider being anyone’s woman on the side in any scenario. She had been a serial monogamist for years and wasn’t looking to change that any time soon.

  Throughout the week leading up to their “non-date”, John charmed Michelle like it was his mission. He was funny and kind, two things that she would look for in a husband.

  “Are we still on for our non-date tomorrow night?”

  “Sure, where are we going?”

  “I’ve heard about this little family establishment on Fifth and Pike called Mazzino’s. The menu is said to be authentic Italian.”

  “I know the place; it’s a great choice.”

  She couldn’t help but to think that it was a great family place with its cozy atmosphere and delicate lighting. The food there was mesmerizing and people that she knew proposed at that spot.

  Friday came with a quickness and Michelle went home to change. She wondered if she should dress as if this were a real date. She couldn’t take the idea off of the table completely. In her mind, he was an eligible, handsome bachelor.

  She threw on a black cocktail dress and heels and drove her Altima to the restaurant where they met up. He had arrived first and when they met up, he watched her legs as she emerged from her car. Her dress was low-cut and it exposed her breasts enough as if to say she knew it was a family place, and she wanted to leave something to the imagination.

  They made small talk as they enjoyed their dinner and once the check came, he threw down some twenties as they both got up. He held open the door for her and she made her exit.

  “That felt like a date,” she told him as he walked her to her car.

  “Then this should make it feel even more like a date.”

  He leaned into her body, pressing her up against her car. He sensed her lack of resistance and planted his lips on hers. She breathed in the scent of his sexy cologne. She was overtaken by his giant hands and closeness. She kissed him back and he slid his tongue down her throat.

  She pushed him away and said, “I bet you do this with all of the girls.”

  “You’re the first. I’m sorry if I came on too strong there. I don’t really know anyone and you were being so nice to me. I apologize if I’d gotten the wrong idea.”

  “No, it was me who had the wrong idea. Can we start again?”

  “Only if it means I get to kiss you again.”

  She smiled and pulled him closer to her and kissed him deeply.

  “We can do this, but I am not the kind of girl that dates a man who sleeps around.”

  “I don’t sleep around. I just got here from California, but you’re beautiful. And, after getting to know you over the past week, I thought we could make something out of this.”

  She admitted to herself that she was curious about John. It had been such a long time since she felt the touch of a man and she offered up herself to him.

  “Want to take this back to my place for a night cap?”

  “Sure, I thought you would never ask.”

  They both got into their cars and he followed her to her apartment. Inside, she offered him some wine and they clinked their glasses together lightly to savor the moment. They sat down next to one another on her black leather couch.

  He set his glass down and then she followed suit. He looked at her revealing dress and said, “Your personality and brains are so attractive, but I would be remiss if I didn’t say how much I would love to make love to you right now. That dress is just amazing and you look so beautiful.”

  She stopped him in the middle of his last word and said, “Stop talking.”

  She stood up and slid off her dress to reveal her lavender matching lace bra and panties. ‘Her breasts were large and amazing,’ he thought, and he had to have her.

  She sat down on the couch and said, “If you want it, come and get it.”

  He leaned over and kissed her lips and explored her breasts with his free hand. He slid his hand behind her back, unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. He played with her nipples with his tongue and laid her down on the couch.

  He took her legs and bent them to expose her panties that covered her wet nub. He snatched those off of her body and discarded them. He brought his head down to her warm middle and buried his head between her legs. He went at it like making her come was his only important mission on the planet.

  When she let out a moan of climax, he persisted in doing more. He kept her laid back and his tongue lashing continued. She came three more times before he released her.

  He sat down next to her and she noticed that he was still fully clothed.

  “Wow.”

  She breathed through the word as if she were completely spent. He was already the best she’d ever had and they hadn’t even had sex yet.

  “See you Monday?”

  “Wait, you’re leaving? But we-“

  “We didn’t get to the sex part? I know, I just wanted to please you.”

  He got up and turned to her and looked down at her gorgeous
naked body and said, “There is plenty of time for us to get to know each other better, if you know what I mean.”

  He left her place, got into his car and sped off.

  She was left in a state of “What the hell just happened” for the first ten minutes following his departure. She’d come over and over and over again due to this handsome sexy man’s tongue and he leaves afterward? She was in a state of awe and found herself wanting him in the worst possible way.

  At Victoria’s, she was curled up with a soft chenille blanket covering her silk pajamas. She’d turned on the television set to watch late night television, but her channel surfing was interrupted by her cell phone.

  She glanced down and saw a message from John: “May I make love to your vagina?”

  He was quite the jokester and everyone was becoming well aware of his funny ways. She giggled to herself. Her brain was saying, “Tell him no, tell him no” over and over, but her inner sex goddess said, “Screw it. Let him come over, and at least you’ll get sex out of it.”

  “8542 Prosperity Way,” she responded via text.

  She silenced her inner angel with a glass of whiskey straight. It was going to be a long night, she’d decided.

  He knocked on her door twenty minutes later and she allowed him entry. He picked her up, ripped her clothes off and rammed his shaft into her moist wetness. He held her in the air while he proceeded to give her a good pounding and then they proceeded to have a sex marathon the entire night – in various positions.

  The morning came and he left, but not without a morning quickie.

  Before leaving, he said, “A man could get used to this. Fucking you is seriously mind-blowing.”

  She liked the fact that he left without another word and he never overstayed his welcome.

  On Monday at the office, both Victoria and Michelle were still left reeling with good memories over their weekends. Victoria found a man she could sleep with without him getting too attached and Michelle was infatuated with his tongue and the idea of a possible long-term relationship with the eligible attorney.