Something More

by Jenna Tyler

  We are standing in the corner at the back of the elevator, while the other couple stands on the opposite side. Hopefully they are not paying any mind to the sexual tension between Drew and me. I can't see how that would be possible, though. It's actually feeling a little humid in here.

  When the elevator dings to a stop, Drew and I lustfully look at each other, anticipating being rid of our elevator companions. The couple steps out and turns to look at us. We give each other a little smile and Drew gives a slight nod. As the elevator doors start to close, he attacks me, giving the other couple a prelude of what's to come. Maybe it will inspire them.

  We start frantically kissing and groping each other, not waiting until we get to the room. Time is of the essence, after all. Drew pulls my scrub top up and over my head, but holds onto it. I slide my hands up his shirt and over his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. It hits the floor of the elevator. Moving down to his waist, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his trousers as the ding of the elevator alerts us to our destination.

  Drew quickly bends over to grab his jacket, then lifts me over his shoulder, carrying me to the room like an errant child. Squealing with laughter, I enjoy the view of his ass and give it a swat or two. “Grab my wallet, babe,” he says. “I need the room key out of the left side.”

  “Yes, sir.” A hard smack lands on my meaty backside. “Ouch!” I yell with a bit of a giggle. Digging into his pants, I grab the wallet and open it. I spot the key card, or at least I hope it's the key card. “Here,” I say and hand it around to him. “You could put me down, you know? It might be easier.”

  “Yes, but not more fun. I will put you down on the bed where you belong and fuck you senseless for...,” he pauses to check his watch, “about thirteen minutes.” He opens the door, walks in, and shuts it behind us. From what I can see from my vantage point, this must be the penthouse. No regular hotel room is this big. We go through a doorway, it must be the bedroom, and I hear him throw the key card on a table of some sort. I can't see crap upside down.

  All of a sudden, he throws me on the bed and he's pulling off my shoes, socks, scrub bottoms, and panties. Wasting no time, I sit up and slide my hand through the waistband of his pants, underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. His garments fall to the floor and his cock springs free, hitting me in the chest.

  Drew lifts my chin with his finger and I see he has a calm, sensual look on his face. “I will fuck your breasts, but not right now. I want to be inside you.” I bite my bottom lip and he pulls it free with his thumb. He leans down to kiss me and urges me to lie back as he moves into position over me.

  Fourteen

  It's a race against the clock to get back to work in time after our, all too quick, afternoon delight. I'm left feeling a little dazed and not completely satisfied. Closing my legs tighter to help deal with the ache that is lingering, I wish we could've had more time. Drew brings my hand to his lips and, giving a quick pucker, says, “I know, baby. Me, too.” He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into him. “Tonight. We'll feel better tonight after I've fucked you hard and long. We will have no more aches once we are connected again.” His words make the ache that much worse. I'm not going to be able to concentrate at work because I will just be thinking about the ache. Or tonight. Or both.

  Maybe working is a bad idea if I am going to be with Drew. I can be ready and waiting at all times for him to fuck me senseless. What am I saying? That's just crazy talk. We just have to make better use of our time together. Longer lunches maybe? Make sure to have our food ready for us when we get to our destination? We can work it out tonight, since we will be together.

  Still feeling disheveled, I try to fix my hair a little better and straighten my clothes so I'm not looking too out of sorts when I return to work. Within a few minutes, we are back at my building. Drew gets out and offers his hand to me to help me out. “I'll walk you back up to your office,” he says, sweetly. Such a gentleman.

  “No. That's okay. I need to regain my bearings. Being near you longer will just make the…uh…ache worse.” I smile at him, hoping I haven't hurt his feelings. He chuckles and pulls me into an embrace.

  From a distance, I hear someone shouting his name over and over. As the sound gets closer, I can hear that it's not just one someone…it's many someone’s. Now I hear clicking sounds. What the hell? He leans down and whispers into my ear, “It's the paparazzi. Don't be afraid, just act like they don't exist.” What? How can I do that?

  They are shouting and really close now. I move to step back, but he holds me close. He takes a finger and lifts my chin to look into his eyes, no one else existing but us. That's how I pretend the paparazzi aren't there. It's that simple. “I'm sorry, baby. It's part of my life. I've tried to ward them off as long as possible so they don't scare you. Come, let me walk you to the door at least.”

  “Okay.” Drew leans down and kisses me on the lips, then grabs me by the hand and we walk to the front door. “‘Mr. Eligible Bachelor Has A New Woman’. I guess that will be front page news in the morning,” I quip.

  He looks down at me with a half smile. “It probably will. And it will be you in the picture next to me.” Oh. I hadn't thought that far yet. Shit. I look like crap.

  “A little warning would have been nice,” I kind of scold him as we continue walking to the door, still hearing his name being called and clicks of cameras going off.

  “I'm sorry. When I'm with you, I forget about such stupid things. They aren't usually this bad, but now that you...” He trails off as we approach the door to my office building. “But now that you've come into my life, they want to know who the mysterious woman is. Once they know it's permanent, they will back off.”

  We face each other at the entrance. He sweeps some stray hairs behind my ear while staring into my eyes with his gorgeous blues. “Are you going to have some kind of press conference or something, announcing your love interest?” I say, jokingly. As it comes out of my mouth, I think he just might.

  “Not quite, but something similar, just so they will back off sooner. I hope.” He leans down to kiss me. “You better get to work, baby. You don't need to get fired on the first day. I'll pick you up at five and we'll go to dinner.”

  “If you don't mind, I’d like to stay in tonight.” He smiles and I return it. I stretch all the way up on and give him a kiss. This time it's harder and more passionate. Drew grabs my hips and pulls me in tighter. I feel his desire on my abdomen and I smile mid-kiss.

  “That's for not warning me about this mess,” I say, waving my hand in the direction of the cameras.

  He growls at me. “How am I supposed to talk to them with a giant hard-on?” he asks with mock anger. I nudge him with my fist and go to pull open the door to the building. He gets to it faster and, while facing away from the camera, he quickly tries to adjust himself. I snicker to myself. “I'll see you at five, you evil temptress,” he calls after me as I head to the elevators.

  While waiting for my ride upstairs, I turn to watch Drew through the windows of the lobby. He walks right to the reporters and stops as they all gather around. The elevator dings, and I step inside and watch him, before the elevator doors close and cut off my view. He looked so important standing in front of them. I still don't know what he does for a living. I just know he's, obviously, a good businessman. I deflate just a little.

  What a lunch. First the deli, then the sex. Mmmm, the sex. The reporters distracted me from my ache, that's for sure. Thankfully, it's barely noticeable now. That should make working a little easier.

  The thought crosses my mind about what he's saying to them out there. Uh oh. He's going to give my name and they will investigate further into who I am and where I came from. All of my little secrets will be uncovered and my family will be affected. I mean, I don't have abnormal, dirty secrets, but who knows what they will throw out into the public eye. They might even twist some stuff to make it more “juicy”.

  Shit. I need to warn all my friends and family as soon as p
ossible. I don't need reporters stalking Charlie around campus and such. Why didn't I think about any of the consequences of dating a well-known, well-off bachelor?

  What have I gotten myself into?

  What's done is done, I guess. I already love him and there is no turning back now. I will just have to adapt and overcome. Walking down the corridor to the clinic, my mind is going through people I will need to contact. I need to hurry up and get to a sticky note so I don't forget anyone. There is nothing like having to contact people in your life to warn them of reporters snooping around because you are dating a business mogul.

  Drew's definitely the sexiest fucking mogul I've ever seen, that's for damn sure. Oh, don't go there, Bec. Can't think of Mr. Sexy Pants right now.

  Opening the door to the clinic, I see there are a couple of patients in the waiting room and I politely nod. “Good afternoon.” Not missing a step, I continue on through the door that leads to the patient rooms, then through the door to my office.

  I come to a screeching halt when I see all the women that work there. They are gathered around in front of my desk and their talking abruptly stops when I appear. What. The. Hell?

  “What is going on in here?” I question them and they just stare at me like I have five heads. It feels like a few minutes pass and still nothing out of any of them. They are all just standing there, staring at me. “Does someone want to let me know why you are all in here, staring at me like I've just killed someone?”

  Sweet little Lizzy finally clears her throat. With a frightened little smile, she starts, “I'm sorry, Becca. I told them who picked you up for lunch. And...well, one of the girls, on her way back from lunch, saw you and Mr. Chambers outside just now.”

  Tilting my head back a little, I sigh. And so it begins. Smiling at them, I can't help but let out a giggle. “Yes. Mr. Chambers and I are...” I pause to find the right term. Seeing each other? Dating? Involved? Shit, I don't know. “I guess you can say that we're dating.” I really don't know what else it could be called. It's more than dating, less than engaged. In my head, I give up trying to find the words.

  April, I think her name is, speaks up, “How long have you been seeing him?” That opens the flood gates and a barrage of questions hits me all at once.

  Laughing, I start to move through the girls to get to my desk chair. I plop my purse down and hold up both hands to quiet them. Still laughing, I let them know what I can. “I met him about two weeks ago. We went out on a date on Saturday and have been inseparable, pretty much, ever since. It's pretty intense.”

  Lizzy speaks again, “Wow. He never dates. When I saw him walk through the door, I almost wet myself.” We all burst into laughter.

  “Yes,” I say, “he does have that effect on people.”

  Just then, Dr. Thompson walks into the office. “What is going on in here, ladies?” All the girls jump, then scurry about, going back to their jobs. “What was that about...Becca?” he chortles. Great. I get to explain all of this to my boss now.

  “The girls found out who I'm dating and were a little...inquisitive. I'm sorry they were distracted from their jobs.”

  “Oh, no worries. They all still have a minute or two to get back to work. Your boyfriend must be something if all of them gathered in here for an inquisition.” Hearing Drew being called my boyfriend makes my heart do flips.

  “Yes, I guess he is. I think he's quite extraordinary myself.” I blush and start to get things settled on my desk while still talking to Dr. Thompson.

  “What? Are you dating Andrew Chambers or something?” I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks, knowing they are cherry red. “Oh, my god. You are.” Not knowing what to say, I simply nod. Trying to avoid looking at his face, I start straightening up the piles of files on my desk. “You are?” he questions, leaning onto my desk to search my face. “Oh, my goodness. That's great, Becca! That boy hasn't dated anyone since...well…ever, I think.” He chuckles. “And good for you. Meeting a great man right when you move all the way across country to start over. Sure didn't take you long to snag a good one.” I must be turning a deep shade of red now.

  That's reassuring, I say to myself. Dr. Thompson thinks Drew is a good guy. “Do you know him personally, Dr. Thompson?”

  “Actually, I've met him a couple of times at charity events. He seems like a down to earth, passionate man. I think you've chosen well.”

  “I didn't exactly choose him. It just kind of happened, but I think he's pretty great. So far.”

  “Either way, I think it's a good match. He's been alone for far too long.” His words get me thinking about why Drew has never really dated. Is it something deeper? Perhaps something that may have happened in his past? Everyone has a past and maybe he is scarred from his.

  “Thank you, Dr. Thompson.” He turns on his heel and gets back to his patients. Boy, my lunch was sure eventful and now it's holding up patients at work. Inquiring minds. Shaking my head, I get back to work.

  At about four-thirty, I start closing up the office…shutting and locking all of the filing cabinets, closing out the cash drawer, and printing out the schedule of patients for tomorrow. Lizzy and I got a lot of things caught up, but there is still more to work on tomorrow. At least I feel a little accomplished.

  Five o'clock rolls around and it's time for Drew to pick me up. Just thinking about seeing him ignites my fire and I get butterflies. The ache returns, but only mildly. Work definitely distracted me. Shutting off the lights in the office, we all seem to head out together, leaving Dr. Thompson behind, still working on patient charts.

  All the girls are still chatting about Drew and me. I think it's quite funny. I would probably be the same way if I weren't already fucking him. I give no more information about our relationship as there isn't anything else to tell. But I won't give much more away in the future, either. I am not going to be an open book to the public, but I won't hide my feelings. Acting normal is the way I feel like I should be.

  When the elevator doors open on the lobby floor, Drew is strolling in through the door. The girls that were with me have now left me behind, but have fanned out in a wide circle around Drew, watching us. His smile is broad and unbreakable. It's so boyish. I've seen it a few times already and it just makes me smile to see it. He greets me by wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me into him, then sliding his other hand to cup my cheek, kissing me on the lips.

  Pulling back to look at him, I see the excitement in his eyes and in his smile. I can't help but be excited, too. “What's got you so happy?” I ask. He turns to look back towards the door and I peer around him to look. There are mobs of people with cameras. Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath. “What did you say to them earlier?”

  Drew directs his attention back to me. “I'm sure you will find out soon enough,” he states with a glimmer in his eye. I squint at him. He's up to something and I don't think I like this feeling.

  “You could just tell me and save yourself from the stink eye I'm going to give you until I find out.”

  He laughs and pulls me back in to him, kissing me on my temple. “In due time, Rebecca,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath awakening the ache.

  “Do you want to go out the front, or have Benjamin pick us up in the back?” He looks at me with a little smirk.

  “Well, that depends on what you've told the reporters out there.” I peek around him again to see that they are all still there, but now there is a fairly large group of people forming inside that want to get out. I smirk, “Is it safe for me to go out there? I think it might be best to go out the front so the reporters will leave the front door and these other people can get out.”

  “That's my girl. Just ignore the reporters and walk to the limo. I'll lead the way.” He grabs my hand and we head to the door. Looking at all the frustrated faces trapped inside because of us makes me feel like shit.

  “I'm sorry,” I mutter to people. “I'm so sorry.”

  Drew and I make it to the door and he stops just before opening it. �
��Are you ready?” I take a deep breath and nod.

  There are clicks and flashes going off and people are talking and yelling, but I try to tune it all out. Using tunnel vision, I keep my eye on the prize…the limo. Drew is walking pretty fast and, for the most part, I'm keeping up. Once again, I’m thankful I don't have high heels on. We make it to the limo, where Benjamin is waiting with the door open. Drew waits for me to jump into the car and he follows.

  My adrenaline is pumping and I'm panting just a bit. Drew grabs hold of my hand and brings it to his lips. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” It really wasn't, but I don't know if I can deal with it on a daily basis.

  “No. It wasn't. You said they would eventually stop, though, right?” Searching his face for agreement, I see nothing except the big ass grin.

  “Did I? I don't recall.” He adds a wink this time. If he wasn't so happy, especially when he's as giddy as a school boy, I'd make Benjamin stop the car and I'd get out. Knowing I will dread whatever it is until I find out, I just slump into the seat until we get to my apartment building.

  Fifteen

  We arrive within minutes and head up to my place. As I'm walking across the threshold, Drew grabs me and pulls me to him…his front to my back. His arms are draped around me. “Stay at my place tonight.” He wasn't asking. He pulls my hair off of my neck, exposing my erogenous zone. Tilting my head to one side, I offer my neck to him. He starts trailing kisses from behind my ear, down my neck, to the collar of my top.

  “Why would I want to stay at your place? I'm quite happy in mine.”

  “For starters, you've never been to my place. You don't know that you won't be happy there.” He's got a point. I'd also love to see how the other half lives. He starts working his kisses back up to my ear, this time kissing in between his words. “I'm also…kiss…going to be there...kiss…which is another...kiss…plus for you.” He ends with grabbing my earlobe between his teeth and giving it a little suck. A moan breaks free from my lips and my eyes roll back into my head. The ache between my legs is at full attention. It's not going to take much to push me over the edge.