Ex-Con Times Two

by Jay S. Wilder

  I touch my tongue to the tip and swirl it, tasting and seeking. Mmmm, he tastes so good, better than I imagined. I take him more fully in my mouth. His hands sink into my hair, but he doesn’t try to move my head. It’s as if he’s using me for support. I take more of him into my mouth, one inch at a time, until I feel him at the back of my throat.

  I want him all, I want to consume him, I want to please him and grow bolder as he moans his response. I cup his balls, palming their heavy weight. Squeeze and gentle. Squeeze and gentle. He moans again as I quicken my pace.

  I smile to myself as his fingers tighten into a fist in my hair. He’s fighting for control. He won’t win the battle. I continue to stroke up and down his length with my fingers, lips and tongue.

  “Stop, you’ve got to stop.” His voice is husky, raspy from lack of breath.

  I don’t. I’m on a mission now. I cry out when he pulls me up and tosses me onto the bed.

  “When I come, it’s going to be deep inside you.” He excuses himself and leaves the room, then returns with his wallet and pulls out a condom, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth. “You’re going to feel me explode. You’re going to explode with me.” He rolls the condom down his length.

  Then he’s on me, spreading my legs to settling between them, his hands on each side of my face, looking into my eyes. “You are so beautiful, do you know that?” The look of tenderness in his eyes cause mine to burn.

  “Not just here.” He kisses my nose. “But your heart, your mind. You compassion for your parents. I don’t know, there’s something about you that makes you glow.”

  A tear slips from my eye and he thumbs it away. Another follows and he allows it to flow. He shifts his weight, until his cock is nudging my entrance. In one sharp thrust, he’s inside me, filling me with his life, giving me his solid connection.

  “Yes.” Yes to him. Yes to us. Yes to everything. It’s as if he’s penetrated my soul and is exorcising the emptiness I’ve stored there for too long.

  “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips. “Perfect,” he says as he thrust deeply, striking the foundation of my being. He thrusts again and groans, the timber of the sound vibrating into my chest.

  “Home,” he repeats as he pulls out slowly, inch by glorious inch.

  My legs wrap themselves around his waist, my arms curl themselves around his neck. I hold onto him, refusing to let him go. For now.

  He impales me again, deep and hard, taking my breath.

  “More,” I urge him and lift my hips to open myself more fully to his invasion.

  He growls and plunges, over and over, carrying me with him to a mutual edge. I’m prepared and not prepared, needing the end and for this to never end. I watch his eyes as they watch mine, as he reads my face.

  “I want you to come. I want to feel you tighten around me. Come for me, Anna. Give it to me,” he nearly roars.

  In and out… his hands sink into my hair and pulls my head back to expose my throat. He attacks it, licking and sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh, never losing his rhythm.

  My nails dig in his back, scratching at his shoulders as they claw for something to cling to. My heels press into his ass, urging him faster and harder, hurdling toward a finish line of our race.

  “Yes,” I cry out as my body clamps down, tightening all around him. I come, rushing up the mountain and over the cliff. I almost scream from the force of it, the violent twisting of my core. He never stops, never slows his pace, simply allows me to fall apart around him.

  “Good girl,” he growls, thrusting harder and faster. I barely hear him as the hurricane of this experience swirl in my head.

  I’m an animal, he is too and the primal feel of our joining is fierce. I claw and scratch, I bite at his lips. Tears slide down my face as every emotion pours out of me and through me.

  I come again, too close to the first. I’m not ready and I cry out in surprise. There’s the rush, the tightening of my insides as my desire comes to a fiery crescendo. It’s too much and I buck and writhe beneath him.

  He slams into me. Once. Again. Again. Then, he stiffens and his face contorts in what looks like pain but is intense pleasure. He roars his release, his body surging into mine. A long moment passes before he collapsed in my arms.

  We’re a mass of twisted limbs and sweaty bodies, our breathing coming in great heaves from our chest. He lifts onto an elbow, removing some of his weight, pressing his forehead into mine.

  “You’re incredible,” he’s finally able to say and dips down to touch his lips to mine.

  “We’re incredible together,” I say against his lips before I push his damp hair from his eyes.

  “Together. I like that word.”

  I smile. “I like it too.”

  “Good, because I have plans for more ‘togetherness’.”

  I tighten my ankles around his back, we’re still joined and I don’t want him to go. Although my brain is screaming that this could only be our first and only night together, I know I don’t have the willpower to say no.

  Instead, I say, “Togetherness sounds very good to me.”

  My phone rings in the living room and I ignore him. Shortly after that, his phone rings. He ignores his too. Mine begins to ring again. We look at each other and smile.

  “I’ll grab your bag when I get my phone,” he tells me, climbing out of bed to head for the door.

  “Thanks.”

  I’m heady and giddy and feeling satiated all through my body, until he walks back in with a look on his face that tells me something bad is going down.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “Check your phone.” He passed my bag to me.

  I fish out my phone from the bottom and check the call logs. There’s a call from Kelly and one from my father. Shit.

  I focus on the one from Kelly, as it seems like both Adam and I received a phone call from the same person. “Did Kelly phone you?”

  “Yes. She sent a text too.”

  “What did she say?” I ask.

  “She wants you off the LA Fashion week team.”

  “Oh.”

  Oh God. Three days on the job and all hell breaks loose.

  To Be Continued in The Billionaire’s Seduction at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BO684NS

  Part Two

  Seduction

  Chapter 14

  Anna

  Fuck.

  It can never, ever, ever happen again.

  This has been my mantra in the days following my night of absolute bliss with Adam. That’s what it was—bliss. It was also hot, steamy, erotic, animalistic and emotional as hell, the way one emotion after another welled up inside me, echoing the way Adam slammed into me. I couldn’t resist him, the same way there was no way to resist the overwhelming emotions sweeping through me as we came together again and again, all night.

  Just the thought of last night sends a warm tingle deep in my core. I feel myself getting slightly wet, as though a switch has been flipped on which will never shut off again.

  No. It can never, ever, ever happen again.

  I shake myself. I need a cold shower right now.

  All my physical arousal gets me to thinking, why can’t it happen again? Why not now? I have to answer myself again this time. On top of the fact that office romances are frowned upon here, it can kill my career just as much as it can give it a leg up, which is technically unethical, there’s also Kelly. She is clearly not on board with this physical aspect of my interaction with my boss.

  “What does the text say?” I ask Adam, not ready to listen to the voicemail she left me. “I mean, exactly what did she say?”

  He looks up at me, his eyes seeming to glow vividly from the glare of his smartphone screen. He had gone from wanton sex god to perturbed businessman in no time at all. The worry lines on his forehead reflect his concern.

  “All it says is, I think it would be best if Anna does not accompany us to Fashion Week in LA. If you want to talk more about it, come by
my office tomorrow.” He even holds out the phone to me so I can see it for myself.

  “Where is this coming from?” I ask, hugging my knees against my chest. It’s like I’m little kid all over again, unsure of myself. Wanting the older, cooler kids to like me, wondering why all of a sudden it seemed as though they didn’t – especially when I thought I was getting off on a good foot with them. I thought Kelly liked me.

  “Listen to the voicemail she left you, maybe she explains herself a little better there. You can’t tell tone of voice from a text message,” he reminds me. So I listen.

  “Heeeeeey, it’s Kelly,” she says. “Listen, I hope you’re doing better.” Right. I left the office in a blind panic this afternoon when I found out about the photos in the tabloids. I know she must have seen me rushing off, tears in my eyes. “In light of what appeared in the…well, in the tabloids…I don’t know if it’s the best idea for you to come along with us to Fashion Week. I’m only thinking of you, sweetie, believe me. We can catch up on it tomorrow if you want—give me call when you get in.”

  It’s not as harsh as Adam had originally made it out. I look up at him, my eyes searching his face for some sign of his opinion on this new development. He’s stoic, unmoving.

  “Say something, please,” I ask. “Or at least sit down. You’re making me nervous. I already have the jeebies.”

  He’s been standing beside the bed ever since he walked back in with my bag and his phone. He smirks at my choice of words.

  “Jeebies?” he asks, then perches on the edge of the bed. To think, just minutes earlier it had been the scene of the most passionate, earth-shattering sex I’d ever had. Now it’s as though the wall I felt between us ever since I first walked into the offices of Trendsetter is firmly back in place.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m gonna go ahead with my original plans for Fashion Week, what do you think?” His jaw tightens as to match his strained voice. As much as this little development makes my stomach do a few flips, I can’t help myself. My body responds sexually to his change in demeanor. Something about his take-charge confidence. His resolve is like a key turning in my ignition.

  “Even if Kelly specifically asked you not to?”

  “Are you kidding? More like because she specifically asked me not to!” There’s the petulant little boy, the arrogant kid who has to have his way.

  “Don’t make waves on my account,” I demur. The last thing I want to do is cause friction in the team. Kelly has seniority. She knows the magazine inside out, much better than Adam or myself. Then I slept with him. There’s no way this won’t blow back on me.

  Adam turns to me, his hair still sticking out in tufts where my fingers so recently clawed their way through. “This wasn’t your idea in the first place, remember? It was mine. I have the final say, and I don’t like being told what to do. Even by you.”

  “I heard a rumor to that effect…” I add, trailing off sarcastically.

  His eyes narrow, his beautiful mouth curves into a smirk. “Cute.”

  He stands, stretching. I can’t keep my eyes from raking over his body, from head to toe. Adam is perfection. Naturally, he notices my appraisal.

  “Like the view?”

  I roll my eyes. He knows I do. I won’t admit it now. He takes my leering at him as an invitation to crawl on top of me, where I still sit wrapped in the cotton sheet. I just told myself this can’t happen again, yet I sit here now like I’m frozen when he slowly pulls the fabric down my body. Is it me or is he just this irresistible? Either way, his warm hands on my skin gets me to where my eyes are closed, my head back on the pillow, his lips against mine, chest to chest, his hips wedged between my legs.

  Until his phone buzzes in his pocket, ripping me from the haze.

  I place a firm but gentle hand on his chest. “No, Adam,” I choke out against my better judgement. “I don’t think we should.”

  I see an entire range of emotions play across his face, all at once. Anger, frustration, disappointment, resignation, confusion. Finally he lands on begrudging acceptance.

  “I get it.” He straightens up, hopping back out of bed.

  I’m not so easily convinced. “So you’re okay with this?” I’m skeptical that a solitary no is enough for Adam.

  “What do you want me to do, Anna? Weep? Wail? Drop to my knees? Beg you to let me back into bed with you? It’s not gonna happen.”

  His tone is flat, as though he really couldn’t care less. I can’t help the sting of pain in my chest. He could at least pretend to care. He looks over to see the pensive look on my face.

  “Listen,” he says, his voice warmer than it was before. “I’ll give you your space for now, but don’t think that means I’m okay with letting go of what’s happening with us.”

  “What’s happening?” Should I be incredulous or flattered? Or a strange mix of both? At least I know he does want me, after all.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it.” He takes a seat on the bed. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you how special you are. How unique. You’re not like any woman I’ve ever known. Like you reminded me in the car on Friday night, I’ve known a lot of women. What was it you called me? A manwhore?” My face gets hot at the memory. He continues. “So, I’m sorry if a few pics of us in a tabloid and a request from one of my employees aren’t enough to get me to let you go yet…because they’re not.”

  “What about me? What about what I want?” I ask, defiant. “I’m the one sitting here, telling you there shouldn’t be anything more between us. Remember?” My ire is going up, just like that. How can he be so good at pushing my buttons?

  “Anna,” he whispers, now with his face mere inches from mine. “Not even you can stop it. Don’t you know it? Don’t you feel it?”

  I do, which is the worst part.

  It can never, ever, ever happen again. I shake myself, nearly falling right back down the rabbit hole all over again. I’m saved by the bell—or, rather, the phone. This time it’s my phone. I reach over to grab it, seeing the very name I most dread. My father. Again. It can’t be good.

  “This is the second time he’s called in the last half hour.” I’m suddenly nauseated. Adam takes my cue, leaving the room to find his clothes.

  “Yes, Daddy…no, Daddy…no, now you know better than anybody what those trashy tabloids are willing to do to get a story…I know, Daddy, I am so, so sorry…absolutely not, it was totally innocent…I know, I’ll be more careful from now on…” I barely hear what he says because my mind already knows. He is ashamed. I’m sabotaging my reputation before I even get out the gate. I’m bringing embarrassment to our name. I wasn’t raised this way. He brought me up to be better than this.

  Adam walks in on the tail end of my conversation. I see sympathy in his eyes. I get the impression he’s had his share of irate phone calls from a disappointed parent. He holds up one hand in farewell, a gesture I mimic. This goodbye is surreal. I don’t even want him to leave. The door leading out to the hall closes softly. It’s as though something else is closing along with it.

  I take a breath, facing the facts. This call from my father was timed well in more ways than one. Not only did Dad keep me from making another mistake by breaking up the moment, he’s reminding me why this can never, ever, ever happen again. I can’t risk my career or the family’s reputation on this guy, even though I want to point out a few things as he reprimands me. For instance, how I managed to go through four years of college without so much as a single mishap or any mark against me. Yet one night, just one dance with my boss, makes me a slut. Now I wish I’d let loose a little more during my college years so this would fade in comparison.

  I toss the phone onto the bed then sink back into the pillows, ducking my head under the sheets. Oh God, they still smell like him. A little thrill runs through me again as I relive every last detail. The way he felt, sounded and tasted, the way he almost ripped me apart from the inside out with the pleasure he delivered to my body. I was never ta
ken to such heights before. Now all my body wants is to do it again.

  No, I remind myself. It can never, ever, ever happen again.

  Chapter 15

  Anna

  “With all due respect, Adam,” Kelly says. We’re seated across from Adam’s desk on Tuesday morning. She seems to have a fire in her eyes. “It’s often better to leave decisions like this to someone with a clearer perspective. You’re too wrapped up in the situation to see the bigger picture.”

  He scowls at her, his full mouth twisting. I try not to remember what his mouth did to me just over twelve hours ago.

  “What situation?” he asks. I struggle not to sigh aloud. He’s deliberately being obtuse.

  Kelly, however, does sigh while sweeping her blonde hair over one shoulder. “The situation with you and Anna, Adam. The situation with the tabloids.” She turns to me with a kind smile. “Sorry, Anna. I know how embarrassed you must be, but we have to face this head on.” I nod, shrinking in my seat a little bit. She turns back to Adam.

  “How will it look if you two are seen together again in LA? We’re trying to tamp down rumors here, not throw more fuel onto the fire. Believe me, I understand your perspective. The photos Anna took at the club on Friday, along with the posts she created from them, were a hit.” I warm slightly, until she adds, “Still, you have to see this is way too risky. I’m only thinking of the future of the magazine here. Our brand matters. It will matter long after you leave us, Adam.”

  Adam’s eyes narrow. I know he’s taking in the full picture Kelly is painting in her ultra-chic, black jersey, sheath dress and mile-high Jimmy Choo pumps. She screams taste, sophistication. She’s a formidable opponent. She’s also reminding him he won’t be here forever. She might even be implying he won’t be here for long.

  “I’m thinking of our future as well, Kelly.” Adam’s clenches his jaw tightly. I realize this means he will not concede. “Which is why we need Anna’s fresh point of view on hand. She can capture the moments you or I may otherwise miss. She needs no direction, as you know. Even I know self-starters are rare. She’ll present what she sees in a way which appeals to the younger demographic we’re trying to reach.”