Up in Flames

by Tory Richards

  Rachel closed her eyes and leaned against the glass wall. One hand moved up to play with her breast while the other remained teasing and pleasuring her pussy. It didn’t take long before the juices of renewed excitement began to flow over her finger. Oh damn! It was easy picturing James hands touching her and giving her pleasure. If she called him, would he come?

  She wasn’t that bold, and continued to finger her clit. Soft moans swirled around her as she gently rotated her hips. Another finger slipped inside her, and a third, until she imagined it was James’ thick cock. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she felt a climax building. She wasn’t aware of the shower door opening, or James entering, until she felt his mouth on her breast, and his hand joining hers on her pussy.

  Her eyes bolted open. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. James kissed her hungrily, and then flipped her around so that she was facing the glass. He leaned into her, thrusting his hard cock between the cracks of her ass. The next thing Rachel was aware of was his hands caressing her breasts.

  “I never leave a woman unsatisfied,” he growled into her ear. “You should have told me you were still hungry.”

  His hands fell to her hips and he pulled them away from the glass, arching the lower half of her body against his. Her new position allowed James to slip his cock into her from behind. Rachel cried out with pleasure at the new position. She arched more, and closed her eyes to give herself up to the moment.

  “I’m sorry.” She couldn’t think of anything more adequate to say.

  “Don’t be. It’s not exactly a hardship fucking you.” His teeth gently scraped the skin on the back of her shoulder.

  “It’s just that I’ve dreamt of this for so long.”

  “This?” Rough hands glided up Rachel s ribcage to her breasts.

  She turned her face so she could see him. “Of us, fucking.”

  She was already close to climaxing and James caught up fast, thrusting into her unrestrained. Lord, he felt good! Rock hard and long, appeasing the itch only he could reach. Their gasps echoed in the small shower. The combination of steam and heavy breathing clouded the glass. Moving one arm around her waist to hold her in place, James’ other hand traveled down to stimulate her clit.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” The feeling was too intense. Rachel was sure she was going to pass out from the pleasure when she climaxed. A small scream tore from her as her body shook uncontrollably against James. At the same time, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her one last time, groaning low with his release.

  It seemed like forever that they remained pressed against the shower wall. Rachel was exhausted now. Totally spent, yet aching pleasantly. She felt him step away from her. Then the showers spray cease. She rolled onto her back, eating him up with her eyes. Completely naked, James did not disappoint. He was the model of the male species. Tall, well-defined muscles, a handsome face, and penetrating eyes.

  Damn him! Why did he have to be so appealing? Rachel wanted him. But with his track record, she didn’t have a chance. At least she finally knew what it was like to be with him. Her fantasies had paled in comparison.

  “I don’t think I can move.” She smiled, her tone was very serious.

  “I have it covered.”

  James picked her up. He stepped from the shower and headed towards his bedroom, then set Rachel on her feet at the foot of his bed. They laughed when she appeared unsteady. He reached up and brushed the wet hair away from her face.

  He stared at her for so long that Rachel felt compelled to ask, “What’s wrong?”

  “Not a thing.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “I have some work to do. Why don’t you get some rest?” He kissed her, almost sweetly. It didn’t last long.

  Rachel glanced down at his bed, wondering how many women had been there before her. Now that she’d had a taste of James, the thought of him with someone else was torture. It occurred to her that she would probably have to quit her job. How can I continue to work here after this? It would kill her seeing him with other women.

  “I can almost see what’s going on behind those incredible violet eyes,” James said, surprising her. “There haven’t been any other women in that bed, Rachel. I know I have a reputation, but there are some areas strictly off limits. This bedroom is one of them. We’ll talk more about it later.”

  Needing no further persuasion, Rachel crawled beneath the crisp, cool covers and gradually fell asleep.

  Chapter 4

  “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

  The voice seemed to be coming from a long way off, delving deeply into Rachel’s unconscious and disrupting the hot dream she was having. She moaned her annoyance and tried to burrow deeper into the blankets, too tired to open her mouth and tell whomever it was to go away. Just as she settled back into her dream, she felt the covers pulled from her.

  “Do I need to kiss you awake?”

  Not yet aware of where she was she nodded her head. “Hummm, yes,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes.

  Warm lips covered hers. But it was the hand on her breast that brought her into full awareness. The afternoon’s events came crashing back and she wrapped her arms around James’s neck and pulled him down to her. She felt his smile against her mouth when he lost his balance. Then the kiss deepened and they were both moaning. Rachel squirmed beneath him, arching her back so he had better access to her naked breasts. He needed no encouragement to caress both globes, before letting his hand trail down her body to a more intimate spot.

  “Damn. I want to fuck you again. You’re like a drug.” He kissed her nipple, then lost control and sucked her breast into his warm mouth.

  “I’m not complaining,” Rachel murmured, straining against him. “You can finish what you started in my dream.”

  His mouth-trailed fire down Rachel’s body but her pussy was as far as he went. He kissed it and got to his feet, glancing down at her.

  “Come on, sweetheart. We can’t live on sex alone. Let’s eat and then talk.”

  Rachel let him pull her to her feet. He was still naked and seemed to have no problem parading around in front of her. If he can do it, I can. Only she chickened out at the last second and grabbed for the sheet, wrapping it around her. With her gaze on his nice butt she followed, him through a door that she thought led to a closet, but turned out to be a tiny kitchen area. It was equipped with all the modern conveniences. Only instead of a table, there was a small island bar with two stools on each side.

  “Wow. You ordered food in?” She was ravenous! Eyeing the grilled chicken breast, rice, and spring greens salad caused her belly to rumble.

  “Hell, no! I fixed it myself. I told you, this place is off limits. No one other than my personal secretary knows about this apartment. I have very few places I can go and be alone when I need to.” He indicated a chair in front of a place setting. “Wine?”

  “Yes, please.” Rachel sat and watched as he poured them each a glass. “So, what does knowing about this apartment mean for me? Do you handcuff me to the bed and keep me a prisoner here?”

  James handed her a glass with amusement in his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t had that thought,” he admitted. “Something tells me I don’t have to worry about you.” He sat down opposite of her.

  “You don’t really know anything about me.” Rachel took a drink. “I might be dangerous.”

  “Is that so?” His gaze roamed over the sheet she had tucked between her breasts. “You’re definitely dangerous to my libido.”

  Rachel was glad the bar covered him from the waist down, and was equally thankful she had thought to cover up her nudity with a sheet. The sudden vision of them fucking on the counter top came out of nowhere and renewed her arousal. Had she suddenly become a nymphomaniac?

  “I have a hundred and ninety-seven employees working for me. I make it my business to know everything I need to know about them,” he continued.

  Rachel knew about the background checks and the lie detector tests. What else was there? “So w
hat do you know about me?” She took a bite of salad.

  James swallowed a mouthful of food before responding. “Let’s see . . . I know you’re particular with the men you choose. You live in a nicely furnished condo with your younger sister. You love animals. And your bra size is 36-D.” He took a drink. “I know I like fucking you.”

  Rachel felt a hot blush fill her cheeks. His blunt comment went straight to her tingling pussy. He didn’t mince words.

  “You’re a very desirable woman, Rachel. I decided to make you mine a long time ago.”

  “You certainly took your time,” she said, unable to ignore the fresh wetness between her thighs. She pretended to show interest in the chicken on her plate, but the silence stretching between them made her raise her gaze to his again.

  “I can be patient when I want something worth waiting for.” He took a drink, his eyes remaining on hers over the rim of the glass. “And you were well worth the wait.”

  “Well, you’ve had me, now what?”

  “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On you and what you want.”

  Rachel glanced down, wondering that herself.

  “Why don’t you start out by being honest?”

  She took a deep breath and put down her fork. “Okay. I’ve had a crush on you since almost the first day I started here, when I glanced up and fell head first into those blue eyes. Ever since then I’ve gone out of my way not to notice whenever you were around. Then I started having, ah, dreams about you.” She looked James squarely in the eyes. “Erotic dreams. I developed a serious itch for you.”

  “What kind of erotic dreams?” He took a drink, keeping his gaze trained on her.

  His expression was hard to read Rachel had the strong feeling that he liked what she’d admitted. “Kind of like what we’ve just spent the last couple of hours doing.”

  “And has your itch been scratched?”

  Rachel lowered her gaze to her plate. If she said yes, that could mean the end of their delicious sexual encounters. If she said no, he might take it as an insult that he hadn’t satisfied her, when just the opposite was true. She had to be careful because one thing she knew was that she enjoyed sex with James, and she wanted more. Then she recalled his comment about being honest.

  Maybe she raised her chin a little too high, and maybe her tone was a little on the defiant side, but she wanted James to know she wasn’t afraid of the truth, even if it might cost her what she wanted in the end. “The itch has been somewhat scratched, for now.”

  “Is that a challenge?” One brow rose higher than the other did. “I thought I told you before that I never leave a woman hungry.”

  The thought of him with other women rubbed her the wrong way. She wanted to be the only one he was banging up against the elevator wall or taking from behind in the shower stall. For over three years she had seen him with a dozen beautiful women, so it was obvious he had a short attention span. She wondered how long she would last. Should I tell him now that my favorite flower is the Iris?

  “I know you have stamina.” Rachel finished her wine.

  James leaned over the space separating them. “Just because they’re hanging on my arm doesn’t mean they’ve been in my bed. Believe me, there haven’t been that many.”

  How did he know what she was thinking? She was saved from coming up with a clever response when his phone began to ring. Completely at ease with his nudity, he turned and retrieved a cell from the counter next to the sink.

  “Yeah?” He swung back to Rachel. “What the hell do you mean the contract wasn’t signed?!” He listened to the person at the other end for a moment. “No. I’ve decided to stay in town tonight.” A frown appeared between his brows. “You’ve got one minute to explain how that happened.” His words were firm and edged with anger. Rachel was seeing how ruthless James could be when it involved business. “What time is it now? Okay, I’ll meet you in ten.” He flipped his phone closed and tossed it on the counter.

  By the whitening of his mouth, he was more than annoyed. “Sorry.”

  “You don’t look happy. Bad news?”

  “Something that was supposed to be taken care of before closing today.” His tone revealed it didn’t bode well for whoever had forgotten. “Now I have to see to it.”

  Rachel followed him back into the bedroom. She silently watched him slip into his pants, and they exchanged a brief smile when he carefully zipped them up. He slipped his feet into leather slippers and reached for his shirt.

  “I guess I should be leaving too.” Rachel glanced around for her clothes, finding them on the floor in a wrinkled heap. “I forgot I had a date tonight.” She said it more to herself while bending for her corset. She was so late she doubted the date was still on. Which was just fine with her.

  “You what?”

  Rachel gasped when James swung her around.

  “You can forget about any date tonight, and tomorrow night, and any night after that. We didn’t finish our talk but I am telling you right now, I don’t intend to give you up anytime soon. You got that, lady?”

  She nodded slowly, mesmerized by the fire in his eyes. As his face moved closer to her, she realized he was going to kiss her, and decided to meet him halfway. Rachel let him pull her against him. Her fingers curled into his open shirt and she willingly opened her mouth to his searching tongue. God, I could kiss him all night!

  “You’ll be here when I return?” He was slightly out of breath.

  I have a choice? Even if she did, her answer would be the same. A warm heat uncurled inside her belly. “Yes.”

  “I won’t be long. Make yourself to home.”

  Once James was gone, Rachel decided to keep herself busy by cleaning up the kitchen. When she was done and he still hadn’t returned she went to the bedroom closet, pulled out a shirt, and slipped it on. She then turned on the TV and glanced at the clock. James had been gone for half an hour. Sighing, she sat back to watch an old Friends episode, eventually falling asleep.

  Chapter 5

  Rachel was vaguely aware of someone joining her in bed, but she was too tired to let it draw her completely awake. Soon pleasant warmth moved against her backside, an arm slipped over her, and she was nestled in the cradle of male hips.

  Warm lips tickled her ear. “Are you sleeping beauty or little red riding hood?”

  She smiled upon hearing James’ low voice, keeping her eyes closed. “That all depends. Are you the handsome prince or the hungry wolf?” She burrowed closer against his body.

  “Definitely the hungry wolf.”His teeth tugged playfully on her lower ear.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Rachel started to roll but he easily kept her against him.

  “Go back to sleep, beautiful. It’s late.”

  She moaned, not needing much encouragement. If he could go to sleep with a hard-on, so could she.

  ****

  Rachel stirred early the next morning. It took her a moment to get her bearings and to understand that she was in a strange bed, and why. Gradually, as everything that had happened the day before came back to her, she smiled and stretched deliciously, rubbing her butt against James soft cock. It hadn’t all been a dream! For the first time in a long time, she woke feeling sexually satisfied and whole, unlike the many mornings after suffering through a night of erotic, unfulfilled dreams.

  James was holding her close against his naked body. His soft breathing stirred the hair at the back of her neck and sent goose bumps down her body. When is the last time I woke up with a sexy man in my bed? Not just any man, but the one she really wanted. How was she ever going to go back to the way things were? She remembered his words from the night before. Something about not giving her up anytime soon, but what did that mean?

  It didn’t take long before Rachel felt movement against her bottom. Is James still asleep?

  Deciding to find out, she gently thrust back, enjoying the feel of his dick as it lengthened and hardened against her. It felt like a hot pok
er, branding her where it touched. Her body responded, tingling in all the right places. Gradually his hand began to move over her breast, shaping it with his palm while thumbing her nipple. A current of electricity zinged from her nipple straight down to her clit, so strong that it drew a gasp from her.

  James’ mouth closed over her earlobe. He nibbled on it gently, and traced her ear with his tongue. His hot breath caused Rachel to shudder. The sensation in her clit intensified and throbbed like a heartbeat.

  “When did you come to bed?” she asked softly.