"I know I'm safe with you, Will. I wouldn't be here otherwise."
Leaning forward, he kissed my lips, and any reservations I had slipped away. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
While I hadn't been with a man in a long time, I never forgot that feeling of nervousness. Worrying if my body looked okay, or if he would think what I covered up with clothes was too big for him undressed. It didn't matter what size I was, I was always insecure about myself naked.
As he sat me down on the bed, my heart fluttered in anticipation. His fingers slid into my hair as he kissed me again, this time lingering before dipping his tongue into my mouth. The warmth of his mouth on mine spread through my body. When his lips left mine, I couldn't wait to find out where they'd go next.
"Sleep well, Deborah," he said before kissing my forehead.
I closed my eyes, expecting his lips to move further down, but heard the sound of his footsteps leaving my room instead. Sitting up, I stared at his back as he left my room.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said. "This has to be a joke."
It wasn't. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes waiting for him to come back. At first I tried a sexy pose for him to find me in, but I felt ridiculous. Then I thought I'd try the Sleeping Beauty approach. I laid down with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep for when he returned. He never did. And I think I really did fall asleep for a few minutes.
Sitting up in the bed, I couldn't believe my luck. I knew he was just being a gentleman, but couldn't he do that tomorrow? As I got out of bed, I figured maybe it was for the best. I did have to get up early and I had a lot to do.
Fuck that! This was Mr. Sexy we're talking about. The man who almost whipped it out in the middle of a department store. I didn't know when I'd get to see him again. And I wanted him. Now. I didn't go through the trouble of buying lingerie and shaving for nothing.
Opening my bag, I dumped everything onto the bed, figuring that was the quickest way to find the babydoll I bought. I quickly undressed, slipped it on, tied the bows of the panties at my hips, then looked at myself in the mirror. Hmm, not bad. The sheer panel on the top made it look like my breasts were exposed except for the well-placed embroidery over my nipples. It was a nice touch. Plus, with my habit of showing off the girls, it seemed fitting.
Now to get my man. Opening the door to my bedroom, I peeked down the hall and realized I had no idea where Will could be. Roaming the mansion half naked wasn't high on my list, especially after getting lost once already. I needed to think.
As I leaned against the door, my eyes were drawn to the balcony. Could I be that lucky? I stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the surrounding balconies. Nothing. Just then, I heard the click of a glass onto a table. Underneath me was a flagstone patio. Stretching over the balcony enough, I was able to see Will's legs crossed with an ankle on his knee.
Running my fingers through my hair one last time, I entered the hall and padded barefoot back along the carpeted hallway to the staircase. Crossing my arms over my chest in case I ran into Stewart, I went down to the first level and found a similar hall to the one with the bedrooms, only with marble flooring instead of carpeting. Guessing which of the doors to open based on where my bedroom was, I stepped inside a room.
The room was a total man cave. All the furniture was dark and large but didn't close off the room completely since the back wall was made entirely of glass. Will sat on a wide upholstered outdoor chair, his back towards me. A small table was beside him with the empty glass I heard before. Summoning all of my courage, I leaned against the doorway with my best come hither look.
"You know, you never let me finish measuring your inseam. I was just about to demonstrate that special technique."
He turned around with a confused expression that quickly disappeared. Slowly his eyes traveled down my body, then back up again.
"Now it's my turn to be surprised," he said. "And what a nice surprise it is."
"You left me hanging."
"I was being a gentleman. It's bad enough I told you you were spending the night. I didn't want you to feel like--"
"Like I might get lucky?"
He laughed, and I carefully walked on the flagstone over to him. The sun had almost completed its descent into the valley, casting the last of its orange glow against the glass wall of the house. Seeing my reflection in the glass, I thought of our date at The Breezes.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking," I said as I stood in front of him. "And I've realized you're just a tease. There's that time at the store, then at the restaurant you threatened to rip my dress off but didn't, and now tonight."
"I know you're teasing, but you have no idea how many times I've thought about how sexy you'd look naked," he said, his voice husky as he moved to the edge of his seat. "I can see I was right."
He pulled me towards him, his hands hot through the thin fabric of my lingerie. After kissing my chin softly, his lips moved to my neck where he sucked and kissed as my core throbbed.
Standing to the side of his long outstretched legs, I couldn't help but think about how badly I wanted to see what was hidden in his pants. I reached for the front of his pants, my fingers sliding over the material, feeling his hardened member underneath.
I made quick work opening his pants, exposing his blue striped boxers. Feeling like a kid at Christmas, I bit my lip as I unwrapped his large member. Will's fingers wrapped around the black straps of my babydoll.
"No, not yet," I said as my fingers moved over his stiff manhood.
Will leaned back into the chair as I wrapped my hand around him and slowly stroked up and over his meaty head, a little wet with pre-cum. Needing to taste him, I lowered my mouth and ran my tongue along his shaft, repeating the journey my hand had been on.
As I reached his head, I flicked my tongue over the opening, tasting a salty sweet drop before sliding him into my mouth. Will groaned and dug his fingers into my fleshy hips. Finding the bows that tied my panties on, he pulled at them both and let my panties drop to the ground.
Bent over, with my legs spread and no panties on, I felt naked but in control. I slowly lowered my mouth further down him, his cock filling my mouth as I felt his hand follow the curve of my ass as his thick fingers neared my slick folds.
I slid him out of my mouth again and looked up at Will as I teased his head with my tongue. His fingertips slid over my wetness then between my lower lips. I had a hard time focusing on what I was doing when two of his fingers grazed my clit, causing me to jump slightly.
I couldn't help it. Between how long it had been for me and being there with my Mr. Sexy, my body tingled and throbbed with heightened sensitivity. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I straddled him, placing my knees on either side of his hips.
Giving me his crooked, mischievous smile, he slipped his hands under the babydoll and caressed my hips as I positioned myself over his rod. As I pressed his tip to my entrance, I had to control myself. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly.
Gasping as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock, my core began throbbing intensely, pulsing up my spine. Will wrapped his hands around my hips.
We moved slowly at first, enjoying the first taste of each other's bodies. I leaned down to kiss him, and our tongues hungrily explored each other's mouths as his hands took over the pace of my hips.
Thrusting faster, his fingers digging pleasurably into my skin, I ripped open his shirt. As I pushed it down past his strong shoulders, I kissed the muscle that flexed as his hands pulled my body onto him.
Shifting my body a little, his member began stroking my g-spot, sending shivers up my spine. As I let out a soft moan, Will slowed down, letting the throbbing sensation in my core build.
He kissed along my shoulders then used his teeth to pull down the delicate straps of my babydoll, revealing my breasts. His warm tongue passed over my nipples, drawing circles, before he blew cold air onto them. The combination of him and th
e cooling night air made them even harder. I sighed with pleasure as he relieved them by sucking slowly.
My body trembled as the pressure in me reached its climax. Gasping for breath, I clutched tightly onto Will as my hips thrust onto him a couple more times before I let go and felt goose bumps run up my back and into my hair.
Feeling my body tremble and tighten around him, Will let out a growl before erupting inside me. With my body spent, he slid my hips back and forth as he came. I felt so sensitive there, but it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. Biting his shoulder, I waited for the tingling sensation to slow before I collapsed against him, both of us out of breath.
Will stroked my back softly as I laid on top of him in the moonlight. Glad Will didn't have any neighbors, I pulled up the straps of my babydoll.
"You're a gorgeous woman, Deborah. I know you think of yourself as a big girl, but you know what? That just means there's more of you to kiss, more of you to touch and feel under my hands and mouth."
Blood rushed to my cheeks, making them burn as I imagined what he could do to me. Being with Will was different than any other man I had been with. He looked at me like I was a small bunny and he was a wolf. I wanted him to devour me. Will had the ability to make me feel so sexy, I thought I could do anything in the world.
As our lips met once again, Will stood up, holding onto me with my legs now wrapped around him. I felt his manhood underneath me begin to harden again, and I giggled like a school girl.
He carried me up to my bedroom and laid us both down on the bed. His lips moved to my neck and I shivered, waiting for where he would go next. I doubted I'd get much sleep that night, but I could care less. Mr. Sexy definitely lived up to his name.
I was alone when I woke as the sun came through the windows. As I rubbed my eyes, glad Will wouldn't see what I looked like first thing in the morning, I noticed a small purple plaid luggage set sitting in the middle of the room. That wasn't there last night, I thought. As I got closer to the set, I noticed a small piece of paper on top of the largest piece--a roller bag.
Deborah,
I'm sorry to leave you alone, but I had some last minute business to take care of. I hope you'll enjoy using these on your trip to Paris. I had them custom ordered after our first date. I knew you'd win.
I don't know when I'll be able to see you again in the next couple of days, but I will definitely see you before your flight.
I'll be thinking about you.
With Love,
Will
I couldn't stop smiling as I read the note. I loved that he had such faith in me that he ordered the set knowing I'd win. Just thinking about him again made my body tingle with excitement. With Love. I wondered what it meant, and if it meant anything, but I'd have to obsess about it another time. I had too much to do in the next two days before the trip to Paris Fashion Week.
Chapter Eleven
Deborah
After spending the night with Will, the next two days flew by. I dropped Trap off at Ashley and Xander's the day before and she texted me earlier that he was doing fine. Happy to hear he adjusted without having me around, I knew I'd be able to enjoy my two weeks away.
The only thing on my mind was my Mr. Sexy. I wished he could come with me to Paris. After all, it was the City of Love. I didn't even ask him to join me though. At least he said he'd see me before the flight.
That was a good and bad thing. Normally for a flight I'd just wear something really comfortable, especially with how long the flight to Paris was. But between meeting Mr. Hargrove and seeing Will, I needed to look good. I chose a dark red silk wraparound skirt with an embroidered vine that wrapped up one side and paired it with a black cami with lace accents. On top of that, I wore a short black jacket that I thought looked cute with the outfit.
Looking around my apartment, I thought about how much I'd miss the tiny dump. It was my first apartment on my own and I knew I'd always look back on it with a smile.
With everything packed in boxes, it looked even smaller. Stewart told me he'd arrange for all my things to be brought over to the mansion. Glad to not have to worry about that or pay for storage, I considered those to be the icing on the cake. The cake being living with my very own Mr. Sexy!
It was all very surreal to me how quickly things went from my graduating, to taking the job at Hargrove's and meeting Will, to winning the competition and now moving in with him. The reasonable part of me thought things were moving too fast and I was going to get hurt. The other part of me knew I'd regret not doing it.
I felt so comfortable with Will, I knew he was my forever. Just being with him, even when he shut down and wouldn't speak, I was more myself than I ever was with anyone else. Even though I hadn't said the words yet, I knew I wasn't falling in love with him, I had already fallen.
I read the note he left me one more time. I kept it folded in my pocket these past two days and must have read it hundreds of times by now. Obsessing over it like I was, I knew I was reading too much into it, but I couldn't help it. He signed it "with love".
Did he mean it? Was that his way of saying he loved me? Or did he always sign everything "with love"?
While I drove myself crazy with the questions, the honking of a car horn sounded from outside. Rushing to the window, I hoped to see Will there, even though I knew it was the cab ready to take me to the airport.
Where was he? He said he'd see me before my flight.
Patience wasn't one of my strong points. The cab blew its horn again, this time more insistently, proving I wasn't the only impatient person there at the moment.
Lifting the strap of the shoulder bag Will bought me onto my shoulder, I then grabbed the handle of the matching roller bag with the toiletries bag attached to it and pulled it towards the door. Lastly, I grabbed the wardrobe bag that had all my samples for the collection with extra fabrics in case I needed them. Hargrove's said I could ship it, but there was no way I was letting all that hard work out of my sight.
Looking around the apartment one last time, my eyes got misty. Come on, Deborah! No time to be emotional! I silently said good-bye to the place before locking the door and beginning the first step of my new life.
Having been at the airport for two hours, I officially lost what was left of my patience. Will wasn't answering his phone or his texts. I was sure he regretted giving his number to the crazy woman he asked to move in.
"Where are you?" I asked the phone. "You said you'd be here."
Frustrated, I texted him again. Where are you? I stood at the gate looking at the Hargrove's large private jet. Noticing an attractive woman with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a red uniform the same color as the Hargrove's logo approaching me, I knew my time was up.
"Miss Hansen, you really should board now," the flight attendant said to me.
"Alright, alright," I said, looking at my cell phone and willing it to ring or beep or do anything to indicate a message from Will.
She grabbed the handle of the roller bag and I followed her through the doors and outside. As we walked on the tarmac to the plane, I kept looking around, hoping Will would magically appear. I hated leaving without saying good-bye.
Climbing the steps to board the plane, I had to hold onto my skirt as it blew around me. Once I got to the top of the steps, I turned and looked around one more time, silently praying for even a few moments with him. Nothing.
My heart ached. I wondered if he just wanted to sleep with me and that was it. Maybe it wasn't as good for him as it was for me. I really thought we had something though. And what about "with love"?
Sighing deeply, I entered the plane, and it immediately reminded me of Will's limousine, except this had caramel leather seats. It even had a row of seats connected together like a long couch.
As the flight attendant rolled my bag to the back, I saw Mr. Hargrove was already on board and probably pissed at having to wait for me. His back was towards me, but he immediately reminded me of Will. That's it, I've lost it! Now I'm seeing
things!
He wore a navy suit that looked like the Tom Ford suit my Mr. Sexy tried on before I knew him as Will. He had his hands in his pants pockets in a way that showed he wore suits so often, he was comfortable in them. It wasn't something I noticed in a lot of men. Lastly, he had on a fedora that matched the suit perfectly. The hat was rakishly tilted a bit to one side as if it had a personality of its own.
I couldn't tear my eyes away. Standing in an aisle, I set my bag down and stared. Positive I was certifiably insane and going to spend my time in Paris seeing Will in every man wearing a suit, I texted him one last time. I really hoped to see you before I left.
Within seconds Mr. Hargrove pulled his cell phone out, and I dropped mine. It couldn't be. He would've told me. He should have told me.
"Will?" I choked out. He turned around, his lips in that crooked smile I suddenly wanted to hate. "Are you...?" I couldn't even say it. I didn't want to even think it.
He walked down the aisle and stood in front of me. As he gently touched my cheek, I felt all my anger slip away. No! I should be angry!
"Deborah Hansen," he said as he looked into my eyes and I tried very hard not to melt, "allow me to introduce myself. I am William Hargrove King, the Third."
"How could you do this to me?!" I pushed him away as another flight attendant closed the door.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You lied to me! We've been dating for a month and you never thought to tell me? You knew all along that I was a contestant in the Hargrove's Designer Challenge, and you never once told me who you really were! I should've known I didn't win on my own. I only won so you could fuck me!"
"No! It's not like that at all. I'm not even involved in the contest. I'm only here because I wanted to get away with you."
"Don't talk to me! I have to get off this plane."
"I'm sorry, Miss," the flight attendant said. "We're cleared for take-off. You need to sit down and buckle up. Now!"
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