Admit It

by Francesca Penn

  “What Kalilah is trying to say is you sound spoiled,” Natalia lectured.

  Cayla’s eyebrows ran towards her hairline. “Spoiled? He’s the one cuddled up with twins.”

  Natalia and Kalilah sighed in unison. “Girl, he asked you to be his Valentine’s Day date. You turn him down and show up to his restaurant with another guy.”

  “He still comped your meal and gave you extra dessert,” Natalia added. “Not to mention the hot almost-sex you had in his office.”

  Kalilah picked up the ball. “He sent you a ridiculously expensive bouquet of roses. Handpicked and delivered by the owner of the flower shop.”

  “Stopped by your house the same damn day and gave you orgasms…” Natalia volleyed.

  “But he left!” Cayla added.

  “SO!” they said in unison.

  “Did you request for him to stay?” Natalia queried.

  “No. I asked him what about him, and he said it wasn’t about him.”

  Natalia and Kalilah groaned in irritation. “He was showing you he could be a selfless lover. You know, only worried about your pleasure,” Natalia explained, almost bored with the conversation.

  “That’s why we argued though; everything is centered on sex.”

  “SO, HAVE SEX!” Kalilah said it loud enough for other patrons to look at her. In true Kalilah fashion, she pressed on without an ounce of embarrassment. “Cayla, have you looked at the pictures? I mean really looked at them?”

  “Yes,” Cayla breathed annoyed.

  “And you didn’t notice a trend?” Natalia asked as if she had just joined Kalilah in questioning Cayla’s intelligence.

  “I guess not. What’s the trend?”

  “You we’re supposed to be there!” they exclaimed almost in unison.

  “Champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and a place setting for two,” Kalilah pointed out.

  “Two robes,” Natalia added.

  “Two massage tables,” they lamented together.

  “You overreacted your way out of a romantic getaway, dummy,” Natalia pointed out before sipping her mimosa.

  “Where he could have gotten to know you or whatever since that is your supposed beef.” Kalilah rolled her eyes with the statement.

  “You could have spent the weekend in a sex bubble.” Natalia sighed.

  Cayla body tingled at the thought. The things Dex did to her made her fall apart so completely, she’d forgotten her name for a moment. The pressure on her chest was heavy with the weight of her colossal mistake. She was a dummy.

  “I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t point this out,” Kalilah announced while absently rubbing her protruding belly. “You missed mile-high-private-jet sex, hot-tub sex, one-with-nature sex, look-at-this-view sex, languid-I’m-so-relaxed-after-my-massage sex, night-out-on-the-town-sex…”

  Cayla’s head was starting to swim with all the missed opportunities. Her body cried.

  “Good-morning-sex,” Natalia added. “Not to mention, he’s an exemplary chef. You could have had great-food-naughty-kitchen sex…”

  “OKAY! I get it. Stop.” Cayla frowned. “Do you think the twins…”

  “They aren’t his type,” Natalia interrupted. “I’ve seen him turn down enough girls to know they’d be on that list.”

  Kalilah agreed. “This, Lil’ Sis, was a warning.”

  “Warning?”

  “Or reminder. Depending on how you look at it,” Kalilah stated.

  “Yup,” Natalia chimed in again. “The picture with the twins is meant to show you that if you don’t want him, another woman will.”

  Kalilah leaned in. “I’m going to ask you what you asked me. How would you feel if Dex moved on to another woman?”

  Cayla’s stomach dropped to her toes. She hated the idea. While she wasn’t sure what they were or what they could be, Cayla knew they weren’t finished. She hated to admit when she was wrong, but with Kalilah and Natalia being Team Dex, she knew this one was on her.

  Chapter 14

  The demo and the walk-through with the contractors was postponed until the following week. They had a project to finish for his dad, and Andrew Sinclair came first. His weekend was fun and relaxing, but he couldn’t shake the desire to have Cayla there. Even with their fight, he couldn’t help but think of all the places and times he could have had her if she would have just gotten on the plane.

  His want was slowly turning into need. He’d taken a picture with the twins to aggravate her, but they were no better than Daniella – always looking for the next party and hook-up. They’d offered him a threesome. His sex starved body considered it for a split second. Dex declined. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t who he wanted to be. Now, if Cayla wanted a threesome, the subject could be rehashed. One of the twins even went so far as to kiss him. He’d let her linger for a moment. Dex needed to know if his body’s heated reaction to Cayla’s kisses was because of Cayla or the possibility of sex in general.

  The moment Dex had his answer, he’d pushed her away. He had it bad. He only wanted Cayla. He’d pushed the thought aside for the rest of the weekend and enjoyed it for what it was. He wasn’t going to strategize on his mini-vacation. He’d opted to figure it out once he returned to Houston. Dex wanted Cayla to come to him. She needed to call the truce; he truly felt he was the one wronged in this issue.

  The instant his feet had touched Houston soil, his attraction and desire for Cayla had turned all the way back up like he was a radio and she was his favorite tune. Being in the same city with her had made him hungry for her attention. He powered up his phone. Nothing. He’d had a restless Sunday night. When he’d finally drifted off, he’d had a series of dirty sex dreams about Cayla. Which is very easy since he knew exactly what she looked like hot and naked.

  He didn’t remember them all, but the last one was of her riding him while wearing nothing but a black garter belt and thigh highs. Her hair was wild and falling in soft waves around her face and past her shoulders. Cayla moaned his name, her hazel eyes bright with desire, her full lips were swollen and glistening from his kisses. Her perfect tits bounced while she rode him harder, chasing the release she so desperately needed.

  Dex had woken up sweaty and impossibly hard. He’d gotten up and changed his sheets. After he’d smoothed the fresh ones on his bed, he had thrown the sweaty ones in the wash. He’d thrown a smoothie together since he was still naked and jumped in the shower after finishing it. He didn’t have any plans for the day but didn’t have the desire to make any either. He ran through a leisurely version of his grooming routine including exfoliating his skin with the stuff Kalilah got him for Christmas. He never exfoliated, but why the hell not. An hour later, he was ridiculously clean, exfoliated, flossed, brushed, shaven, and still incredibly hard.

  “Fuck!” he yelled to the house.

  Still naked, he roamed back to his bedroom and stretched out on the bed. He looked down at his cock.

  “We have to stop meeting like this,” Dex said to his erection.

  He didn’t want to jerk off any more than his dick wanted him to touch it. He had to get the relief if he planned on getting dressed. Dex needed some extra motivation. He grabbed his wireless headphones and pulled up his playlist of female artists singing sexy songs. He had all genres, tempos, type of singers, and races of women. However, since he was plagued with thoughts of Cayla, he pulled up an artist she would most likely like. Dex scrolled through sexy songs from Janet, Ciara, Rihanna…

  Beyoncé it is. He pulled up “Rocket” and fast forwarded it to almost five minutes into the song when she starts moaning and talking. He moaned to himself. His body tingled with anticipation. His hand roamed over his excited flesh as he started to pleasure himself. The stimulation from the music and the replaying dream was making this one of his most pleasurable solo sessions, but he slowed his movements. His skin prickled in a way that had nothing to do with his hand. Dex felt an awareness to the outside world that was crushing his lust bubble.

  He was being watched. D
ex’s eyes slid open slowly. He blinked a few times to reconcile fantasy and reality. Cayla was standing in his bedroom doorframe with her hand on her chest. Her eyes were fixated on his hand rubbing his dick. Desire was the prominent expression on her face. He watched her watch him. She still didn’t know he was aware of her presence. Dex’s need for her magnified; he didn’t want to scare her off.

  “Are you going to help me, Cayla?”

  Cayla let out a surprised gasp; her wild eyes flew to his. She was looking delicious in a soft pink dress, pale blue ballet flats, and a matching pale blue cardigan. He had to have her. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. His body was facing her – naked and hard.

  Dex had no intention of letting her leave.

  “Come here, Cayla,” Dex demanded softly.

  Cayla’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know Dex was home. She still had the key Kalilah gave her when she lived there. She had come during her lunch break to drop off the fruit arrangement she’d gotten him as a peace offering. She had placed the basket on the kitchen table and planned on leaving a note on his bed. She hadn’t seen his SUV, but she didn’t check the garage.

  A soft moan had led her to the bedroom in a trance. Her legs were wobbly because she didn’t know what to expect. She’d silently prayed that he wasn’t in his room with a woman. It would crush her. Curiosity won, and she peeked inside. Her body reacted immediately. Cayla’s nipples tightened, and her panties grew wetter with each tug of is hand.

  Dex’s body was beautiful. He looked strong, raw, and feral. His body was hard and tight with muscles. Kalilah had described him as Ryan Reynold’s in Blade cut; Cayla had to agree. His tattoo ran from a little above his elbow, up his arm, along his shoulder, down his side, over his hip, and stopped mid-thigh. She wanted to lick the whole thing after exploring every little detail with her fingers.

  His impressive cock bobbed when he moved. The tip shone with precum. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him; to give him the pleasure he gave her. Cayla’s core temperature rose. Her light weight cardigan felt like winter wool.

  “Now, Cayla.” His voice was a mixture of a growl and a plea. It broke all her reservations.

  “I’m twenty minutes into my lunch break,” she said as she moved forward. “I still need to eat.”

  Dex’s strong hands pulled her closer. He opened his legs to pull her between them. She breathed him in, happy to be in his arms. His naked arms wrapped around her waist gripping her tightly. He was solid and warm.

  “I’ll have you back in time.” The heat in his voice made her melt.

  Cayla whimpered when he nipped her breast through the bodice of her dress. His lips continued their delicious torture as his hands dipped under the hem of her dress. Her hips rocked against the heel of his hand when he cupped her mound. Desperate need shot through her.

  “Hurry, Dex,” she pleaded as she continued to rub herself on his hand.

  “Strip.”

  That one word spurred her into action. She ripped off her cardigan and untied the halter of her dress. Dex’s competent hands alleviated her of her panties as she unhooked her bra. In mere seconds, she was completely naked in front of an equally naked Dex. There was no turning back; she didn’t want to stop.

  Dex sucked her nipple into his mouth while his hands dug into her ass cheeks. The sensation shot straight to her clit. She squirmed when her juices slid down her inner thighs. She’d never been this wet for anyone. Dex flipped her until her back was lying on the bed. Standing between her legs, Dex pressed the head of his cock against her center.

  Cayla moaned at the pressure, rubbing herself against him. Her need for him scented the air.

  “You’re so wet for me,” Dex rasped. He ran the tip of his erection along her slit. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  Cayla was going to explode if she didn’t have him soon. “Now, please.”

  She watched as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down his shaft. Her core clenched in anticipation. He grabbed a pillow and positioned it under her ass. That was new.

  “This is gonna be quick but satisfying,” he promised before pushing into her.

  He slid into her tight walls slowly. Inch by delicious inch until he was buried to the hilt. Cayla had never felt so filled. Her chest heaved like she had gone for a run.

  Dex stared hungrily at their joined bodies. Her walls twitched in response.

  “Fuck, Cayla. You feel so damn good.”

  He swiveled his hips, putting pressure in different areas. He pulled her legs against his body, flattening them until her toes were next to his ears. Cayla’s whole body warmed. A current of pleasure shot from her toes to the top of her head. The next time he rocked deep inside of her, Cayla groaned deep when the same sensation shot through her slightly more intense than the last.

  “You like that, baby?” His voice made her heart flutter.

  His eyes ate her up, burning her from the inside. Dex’s hard body slammed against her, each thrust activating his abs. Fuck, he was sexy. His hot gray eyes blazed with desire. He looked at her through lidded eyes. The next hard thrust sent the same intense pleasure through her body. Cayla felt her toes curl; her body arched off the bed.

  “Don’t fight it. Relax.”

  Dex’s hand snaked between her legs. His thumb added pressure to her bundle of nerves rubbing in tandem with his thrusts. Cayla felt small tremors deep within her walls. Her body released more moisture, allowing Dex to slide easier into her body.

  Dex smile predatorily. “That’s right, baby.”

  The sound of Dex slamming into her echoed in the room. Cayla’s legs started to shake. Dex increased the speed; she could feel him swelling inside of her. Cayla threw her head back. A low moan tore through her, cruising inside her entire body.

  “Oh, shit. Oh, Dex…don’t stop!” she yelled right before her body tipped over the edge. She soared on a plane she’d never been on before. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  Her body convulsed, leaving behind a feeling of euphoria she’d never felt before.

  Dex tipped his head back towards the ceiling; his roar echoed in the room as his cock twitched inside of her. Cayla mewed. The sensation of Dex cumming prolonged her orgasm. He leaned over her and pulled her into a hot kiss. Cayla’s breathing fell back to normal after breaking the kiss.

  “Wow…” She had no words.

  Dex smirked, treating her to his elusive dimple. “That was so much better than jerking off.” He pulled out of her slowly, the sensation made her quiver. “We have to get you off to work. Use my bathroom, and I’ll make you a quick lunch,” Dex suggested with a quick peck on her lips.

  Cayla blew out a deep breath. “I don’t think I have time…”

  Her head snapped in his direction when he laughed. “It’s only been seven minutes.”

  “What!” Cayla looked the alarm clock on his nightstand. “No fucking way.”

  “I told you. You just needed a man who knew what he was doing,” he bragged over his shoulder as he left the bedroom still gloriously naked.

  Cayla shook her head. He’d just given a whole new meaning to “seven minutes in heaven.”

  Chapter 15

  Cayla emerged from the bathroom freshened up, dressed, and slightly embarrassed. When she’d decided to make a peace offering, she had no idea that sex was the turn it would take. Dex masturbating was the last thing she’d expected to find. Her body heated again at the memory: Dex’s strong hand gliding up his impressive erection, the moisture collecting at his tip, the soft moans emitting from his kissable lips, his strong body searching for pleasure... She felt herself dampen. He was strong and confident even when he was alone and vulnerable. She wanted him again.

  Cayla forcefully shook her head to push the notion aside. It would be so easy to call in for the rest of the day and stay in his bed. She couldn’t; Cayla was trying desperately to finish her project before she left. It wasn’t for the company. Fuck them. She hated loose ends and didn’t want her name
and reputation dragged through the mud when she was gone.

  Cayla smoothed her slightly wrinkled dress over her legs as she walked toward the kitchen. Dex was making a sandwich. He’d donned boxer briefs. She was momentarily struck watching the muscles flex in his back and ass as he moved around the kitchen.

  “I feel you looking at me,” he quipped without turning.

  It still amazed her that he was so at home in the kitchen. “I’m watching you work in your element,” she admitted truthfully.

  He pulled a pitcher from the refrigerator and poured some of the contents in a mason jar. He sealed it and added to the lunch he was packing for her. She saw him put a sandwich and a few other containers in the bag before he zipped it. He turned to her and leaned on the counter.

  His expression was a mixture of desire, amusement, and gratitude. “You got me fruit.”

  Cayla shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. She wasn’t supposed to be there when he got it. She prayed he didn’t see the blush that crept across her cheeks.

  “A peace offering.” She snapped her fingers when she remembered the note she dropped. She ran and picked it up. “And a note.”

  Cayla held it out for him, but he grabbed her outstretched wrist instead. A soft whoosh of air escaped her lips when she landed flush against his hard body. He pulled her into another mind-numbing kiss. His tongue tasting her like she was a delicacy. She moaned into his kiss; the note fell to the floor once again. She locked her fingers in his blond locks as he deepened the kiss.

  Dex widened his stance and pulled her closer. His hands gripped her ass under her dress. His erection pressed against her belly. He moaned when she rubbed against it.

  “You have to be at work in seventeen minutes,” he whispered before nibbling on her neck.

  Her nipples tingled against his chest.

  “I can make it in eight.”

  She shivered when his chuckle vibrated through her body.