At the top of the stairs, he moved ahead of me again.
“This room is yours,” he said.
He stopped at the last door on the left side of the hallway. The door across from it was propped open. A quick peek inside as I passed by told me it was likely the master suite—Johnny’s room.
“Is that you, then?” I asked, nodding to the open doorway.
He gave me a wicked smile. “That’s me. I figured I would keep you nice and close, in case I need protecting during the night.”
My breath caught at his words. He was not going to make this easy for me. I wasn’t sure I could keep my hands off him either, if he made a move. What did I get myself into? His eyes locked on mine and for a moment, neither of us broke from the gaze. He leaned in close and his hand rested on my waist. His lips were close enough to kiss, and I swore if he had made contact, I would have no ability to resist. At the last moment, he turned, leaned around me, and switched on my bedroom light.
“I put your bag inside already. But don’t worry, I didn’t rummage through it,” he said, continuing to smile at me with that easy, yet torrid smile.
“Thanks,” I whispered, releasing the breath I had been holding in.
I wanted to stay there and bask in the warmth of his body heat. He had this magnetic pull I had a hard time ignoring, but I needed to step back before I let myself get too carried away. This was a job, not some guy I picked up at a bar—which is how I usually got my sexual urges taken care of. I sidestepped him into the huge bedroom. It was no surprise to find it was larger than my entire apartment in Miami. I looked around, soaking in the bedroom, attached bathroom, and walk-in closet, before turning back to face Johnny.
“Looks great,” I told him.
“Dinner will be ready soon. Make yourself at home, and come back down whenever you’d like.”
I nodded at his instructions and he went back downstairs. I spent a few minutes having a serious talk to myself, chastising my body for not getting on board with the fact that I needed to keep it professional.
* * *
I had been tossing and turning for about an hour when I finally gave up and got out of bed. It wasn’t that the bed was uncomfortable. Actually, it was probably the most restful-feeling bed I had ever slept on—or at least, attempted to sleep on—in my entire life. The problem was I couldn’t get my mind off the bed across the hall. More accurately, the man in the bed across the hall.
Johnny was so different. He was sweet and kind, and I couldn’t forget smoking hot. He sent magnetic waves of energy my way at every opportunity, and it did wild and sensual things to my core. At first, I tried to convince myself I was just horny. That was true too, but there was something strangely different about how I found myself reacting to him. Over the course of the evening, I knew it for sure.
He was also attentive to me. It was more than being a good host. I felt pampered, to be honest. He had his chef prepare us dinner, put in the extra effort to send his driver out for wine when he realized he didn’t have a bottle of my favorite, and he even offered to call in his massage therapist when I mentioned my feet were tired from standing for twelve hours the day before. And although he was flirtatious, he didn’t treat me like a piece of meat. The combination of his personality, looks and how he treated me was turning out to be a clear distraction.
I tied my black silk robe around me and started to pace in front of the door to my room. I had been trying to talk myself out of going to him. In the end, my body took over. I rationalized that it was my job to check in on him. But going over there with just a robe on did not fall into the definition of professional conduct, not even here in Los Angeles. This was lust, pure and simple.
I was on autopilot when I opened my door. I stepped into the dark hallway and scanned the area. I had walked the halls and checked the entrances less than an hour before. It struck me as odd that in this huge, sprawling house, Johnny and I were the only people inside. His chef left after dinner, his housekeeper only worked during the day, Kevin lived with Lady Dame a few houses away, and even the driver was on call.
And the silence was unnerving. I hurried across the hallway and knocked. When he told me to come in, I turned the handle on the door, which swung open silently. I was surprised to find Johnny sitting up in bed. He had a laptop beside him and was writing into a notebook. The bedside lamp was turned on, giving the room a soft glow.
“Hey. Is everything okay?” he asked, instantly setting down his book as I stepped into the room.
His eyes raked over me. I shivered with anticipation, the way he lingered on the bare skin of my legs before taking in the rest of my body.
“Yes,” I started, almost unable to speak coherently.
I was suddenly aware of the heat pooling between my legs as I stared at the smooth skin of Johnny’s bare chest and abs. Two tattoos were now fully on display, no longer halfway hidden underneath a T-shirt. They were definitely tribal. “I wanted to check in on you, to make sure you’re fine. I did my rounds earlier. The house is all clear…and so silent.”
“Great. Yeah, it is pretty quiet at night.”
“Do you ever get lonely? Here all by yourself, I mean.”
He shook his head. “Not usually. My life is pretty hectic, so the downtime alone is like therapy.”
“Oh,” I replied. I started to panic inside. I had possibly just made a huge mistake coming into his room like this. I took a step back. “Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No, no. You didn’t. I could use some company tonight. Did you want to watch something?” He pointed up at the TV that hung on the opposite wall from his bed. “I’ve got satellite. And internet TV too, I think. There’s tons you can watch.” His voice trailed off as looked at me. All my nervousness was channeled through to my hands. I toyed with the silky belt that kept my robe tied closed. It probably distracted him. His eyes were fixated on it. “Unless you had something else in mind.”
I laughed softly, loving the rush that came over me from just his voice. I was grateful when logic and professionalism kicked in again. I took a step back. “Well, like I said, I just wanted to check in on you before turning in. Enjoy your night.”
I turned and did not give him a chance to say another word. I hurried back to my room, closed the door and went back to bed. This gig was too lucrative for me to screw up by making a move on him.
About half an hour later, he knocked on my door. I got up and unlocked it.
“Yes?”
He stood there with that mesmerizing smile. He had the sexiest, most pouty lips I had ever seen. And I wished I didn’t want to taste them so badly.
“Being in bed all alone, knowing you were just across the hall…well, it gave me a few ideas, Amanda.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said nervously.
“How about I show you?”
Before I could retreat into my room, he pulled me closer.
“I…I don’t think this…” I started, but lost my train of thought when he slid a hand between us and worked to release the loose knot of my robe. That intense attraction between us was now undeniable.
I let him slide the robe open, shuddering at the feel of the cooler air on my bare skin. He eased it down over my shoulders, and I let it fall into a black pool around my feet. He took a step backward and his eyes moved slowly down my body as I stood there before him, completely naked.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I had never been self-conscious about my body. Hearing his obvious delight with what he saw was all it took for me to forget the boundaries I wanted to preserve. I just hoped he could keep our business separate from the pleasure of what we were about to do. And God, I hoped he would leave his emotions out of it. Sex was something instinctual and primal with me. Sex was simple. Emotions were not. And that’s how I wanted it to stay.
“You’re gorgeous, Amanda.”
His eyes roamed back up my body when he said my name. I honed in on his growing erection. It pressed against the fabr
ic of his black boxers. I wanted him so badly. He leaned over slightly to pick me up into his strong arms, and carried me back to his room, never losing eye contact as he walked across the hall. I could barely breathe. In his room, he let me down carefully and pulled me in closer. I closed my eyes when his face floated down to mine kissed my lips softly.
One hand moved up to the back of my neck, and the other wrapped around my waist as he pressed his lips harder onto mine. The man could kiss. His tongue parted my mouth and invaded mine with a wild need I could feel all the way to my toes. I darted my tongue in to meet his, tasting him, sensing his desire, and I wanted that tongue all over my body. I relished the way my breasts felt on his chest, my nipples brushing against his warm skin, tingling and tightening.
He pulled from the kiss and stepped back slowly, leading me to the edge of the bed, never breaking eye contact. He sat on the bed and pulled me in to stand between his legs. I let out a soft moan at the touch of his warm hands sliding up and down my arms. It sent another wave of heat to my pussy. I was soaking wet. His eyes roamed over my breasts, down my stomach, and to my mound before he looked up into my eyes again. I took his hand and placed one on each of my bared breasts. An involuntary hiss escaped me when he cupped the rounded flesh and brushed his thumbs across my nipples. They contracted and hardened from his touch.
At the sound of my pleasure, he slid his hands back down my body, wrapped them around my hips, and pulled me toward him. I straddled his hips on the edge of the bed, feeling his stiff cock underneath me, the soft fabric of his underwear only teasing me, making me crave his bare skin even more.
Johnny’s eyes grew dark and more intense. He stopped and stared at me for a moment, before he put his hand around my head and gently pulled my head down to his again. My lips parted as we got closer. He paused for an instant, building my anticipation before he placed his mouth on mine. And when we connected, I was on fire. Our lips moved together in frantic kisses, building the heat and pressure as I rocked back and forth on Johnny’s lap. He locked one arm around me to hold me steady. The other hand slid in between my legs, gently massaging my inner thighs before resting on my mound. I groaned. I wanted those fingers deep in my pussy.
His thumb rounded my clit, flicking the tip every time it made a full circle. I tilted my hips forward to heighten the sensation, and Johnny took it as his cue to part the sensitive folds of my pussy. Waves of pleasure rushed through my entire body with each stroke. It felt amazing.
He was a pro. He continued to tease my pussy, and leaned into my exposed neck to kiss all the way from my collarbone up to the delicate skin of my earlobe. I arched my neck and gave him more access as those kisses heightened what he was already doing to the rest of my needy body.
I brought my lips back down to his and kissed him fiercely. I needed more. I begged for it with each whimper. I ran my hands down between us, and began to fidget with the elastic waistband of his briefs. Slowly, he pressed my mound again, and slid two fingers deep inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
I rocked my hips against his skilled fingers. He reached deeper, and I bucked my hips as pressure built to heights I rarely felt from just touching.
“Fuck me now, Johnny,” I whispered into his ear.
“Soon,” he replied. “I need to taste you, Amanda.”
He slowly slipped his fingers out, and with his strong arms, shifted me off his lap and placed me on the bed. My legs hung off the edge, spread wide and ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. He dropped to his knees between my legs, pressing them out even further as his head glided forward toward my center. I groaned and tilted my hips up when his lips touched me. He had barely begun to lick my clit with his tongue when my climax took hold. I arched against the bed and dug my fingernails into the softness of his sheets, crying out as I came. My channel clenched, and every nerve ending near my core fired off with bursts of pure pleasure. I shook under his lips, and that tongue of his lapped at my opening, bringing my desire to a new level.
“Fuck me, please Johnny,” I begged.
I shuddered as I returned from my peak, and looked up at his eyes, heavy-lidded with desire. He ran his fingers up my tender, moist inner thighs before his hand left me completely. He stepped away from the bed. I watched as he removed his boxers. I could not look away. He and his rock hard cock were too sexy to ignore.
He ran his hand along the shaft, sliding on a condom. Watching him as he touched himself sent a shiver up my spine. I moved a hand to my breast and gently rolled my nipple as I looked on. I arched my back again, angling my hips toward him, desperate for him to bury his hard cock inside me. I moved my hand from my breast and slid it down past my stomach. When I reached the bare skin of my pussy, I slid a finger in the wet trail he had left behind. I touched myself as I waited and he growled, climbing back into the bed.
Johnny lowered himself onto me, his eyes looking down between our bodies. He continued to stare as I pleasured myself. I spread my legs apart, not wanting to wait another second for him to take me. His eyes retuned to meet mine. They were wild. I knew he was ready. I reached my hands around to his ass cheeks and pulled him down onto me. With one thrust he filled me, and I screamed his name into the empty room.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried.
Each time he plunged into my tight pussy, it drove me closer. Every sound he made felt like it vibrated through me. I begged him to drive himself deeper inside me as my pussy tightened around his cock. I dug my nails into his back and bucked my hips wildly underneath him. His pace quickened, and when he lowered his head and slid his tongue around my nipple, I crashed over the edge and came again, shuddering against him.
He held me close as my body shook. When my breathing returned to normal, he slowly pulled out and stood up. He grabbed my hips and pulled me gently to the edge of the bed again. He held my legs up in the air and pressed his manhood into me. I moaned aloud from how amazing it felt from this angle. I begged him to fuck me harder, and he slammed into me, just the way I liked it. My soaking wet pussy clamped so tight around his cock, I could feel every inch.
He reached around with his free hand to massage my clit. This man’s touch was electric. I was closing in on another climax again. I rocked my hips wildly as he buried his hardness deeper inside me each time. He pumped into me, making his own groans of pleasure. I moved with him, desperately craving his intensified bursts. At last, my body hit its peak again, and this time I felt his body stiffen and jerk wildly. He let out a deep growl, and his massive HHcock swelled inside me when we came together.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, the two of us trying to rein in our breathing. It had been weeks since I had slept with a man. It had been much longer since a man had my body feeling the way Johnny did. Most of the time, men were selfish, and I was not shy—I would have to demand what I needed or risk having to finish myself off when they stepped into the bathroom. Johnny was different.
I looked over at him and let my eyes travel down his body. I smiled at him, and he beamed back at me. Johnny sat up after a few minutes. He brushed his hand along my leg before getting up and heading to his master bathroom. I waited for him to return, and when he did, he crawled into bed beside me. He stretched an arm around my waist and relaxed at my side. It felt good sticking around for a while.
When I heard his breathing change, I whispered his name. He didn’t answer—he was sleeping. I slid out from under his arm and got out of bed. I tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. This session tonight should hold me over for a while, I thought.
Chapter 7 - Johnny
The next morning, the familiar chirp of my alarm clock woke me up. I rolled over and stretched out an arm. Instant alarms went off in my head. I opened my eyes to check the other side of the bed. It was illuminated by the light filtering through the window. And it was empty. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked toward the master bath. The door was open, but the light was off. She wasn’t in there. The empty condom wrapper on my bedsid
e table confirmed it hadn’t been a dream. Amanda had been here, in my bed. I remembered falling asleep next to her, waiting for our breathing to calm and my heart to stop pounding.
Someone knocked on my door, interrupting my thoughts. It was Kevin’s voice, screaming through the door again.
“I’ll be there in five!” I yelled, not wanting Kevin to burst in on me.
Suddenly, it came back to me as the bits of memories rearranged themselves in my groggy mind. Her scent, her taste, her smile, her touch. God, making love to her was mind-blowing. But then she left in the middle of the night?
I flopped on my back, wondering why she bothered going back to her room again, why she had not stayed with me. Images of the rest of the night came back too, in vivid detail. My cock throbbed and stiffened again, just from the memory. I threw off the sheets and went to have a shower. I could easily have indulged myself with a replay of the night’s events as I stood in the privacy of the shower—except there wasn’t enough time. Instead, I cut it short, dried off and threw on some clean clothes before rushing downstairs. I tried not to let myself think too much about what I was going to say to Amanda.
When I stepped into the kitchen, she was sitting at the breakfast bar, looking down at something on her phone.
“Good morning,” I said, clearing my throat when I rounded the corner. I stopped on the opposite side of the counter, interested in what her reaction would be to last night.
“Good morning, Johnny,” she said. She glanced up at me with a brief smile before looking back down at her phone. “How are you doing today?”
I was thrown off by her response. Her tone was professional and friendly; almost cool. Personally, I was hoping for warm and tender—and a bit of enthusiasm to see me wouldn’t hurt either. But this? She acted like nothing happened last night. I wasn’t expecting it. And now I wasn’t sure how to act. I turned to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice.
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