Kissing Another Grimaldi

by K. Z. Riman

  “Now, touch yourself.”

  It was like my hands recognized his voice. They moved on their own, caressing my leg before lifting my skirt. I stroked my flesh gently, slowly, as I shied away, knowing it was beginning to soar underneath the thin silk of underwear. He dropped my flushed cheek a long open-mouth kiss. I felt his tongue circling my skin, mirroring the motion of my fingers.

  “Mmm.” I bit my lower lip to the pleasure of his tongue, forgetting my hands. As I continued groaning wildly to the mixed sensations we had been sharing on my body, he grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

  “Let me,” he whispered into my ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

  How was I supposed to deny myself that when it was right in front of me for grasping? Even if it was Scott, the man who had been taunting me for ages, how was I supposed to pull back when I could no longer deny to myself that I missed having him around? I missed his teasing and his taunting words, which always made me feel so different. I had always hated him before and it was that same hatred, I believed, that made me feel closer to him.

  I arched myself towards him the moment he first moved his finger. He cupped me between my legs, slowly rubbing my spot until he found his way into my slit. It was never the smartest thing to encourage Scott, but I found it so hard to refuse him at a time I just wanted to be touched.

  “Oh, yes. Please,” I muttered under my rasping breath as my legs stiffened against him. He pushed me further against the wall, thrusting his finger inside me. I felt every inch of him up against me and it was the most gratifying thing I had felt in my life.

  I had made love with Seth many times in my life, but it was never like this. I wasn’t even making love with Scott now! I felt myself trying to escape through every pore of my skin. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anything but this moment, when he had finally succeeded in all his attempts to disarm me. I was disarmed, caught off-guard.

  He bit my lip while his finger thrust deeper and deeper into me. I felt my hands pull him by his open coat as I raised one thigh to his hips. I called his name loudly I could swear everyone in the mansion heard it when I reached my rapture. I shivered, breathed heavily and slowly fell onto his arms.

  Chapter Nine

  Kelsey’s Hot Night until Dawn

  “You’re fine. You’ll be all right.” He was out of breath when he caught me in his arms. I didn’t have the strength to stand and I felt my body sweating.

  Why did it have to be me? I had been sure he would get a woman tonight, but why did it have to be me? I couldn’t even look at him. I kept my head down as I panted and held on to his arms. I couldn’t admit it, but I had enjoyed every second he had touched me.

  He lifted me easily and brought me to his bed. I was worn out and didn’t have the strength to go back to my own room.

  I felt him move beside me. He turned on his side, propped his elbow on the bed and watched me. “Kelsey.” He whispered my name, but I covered my face. I couldn’t look at him. He chuckled. “Look at me.”

  “I can’t,” I said, not moving an inch.

  He gently took my hand and pulled it away from my flushed cheeks. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw his in the dim room. He was looking at me, gazing at every inch of my body, exploring it with sharp intakes of his breath. “You are beautiful when you come.”

  His words shot through me instantly. I came for him. I let him watch me and in a moment of oblivion, I called out his name.

  “Scott,” I whispered.

  I wanted more from him. I wanted to feel him and to remember what it was like to have someone warm my bed. I wanted to be able to remember what it felt like to just let go and be free, for a few moments of passion.

  He wasn’t the man who would love me or who would stay for me. He was leaving in a year. Perhaps that was my ruin, knowing he was leaving and that I would never see him again. Perhaps it was wrong, but just the same, it might be fine, so long as I stayed uninvolved emotionally. Perhaps I could just feel him for a few stolen moments, forgetting everyone else, and pretend he was Seth.

  He moved towards me for a kiss before he stopped, gazing at me, checking to see if I would pull back. I closed my eyes and pushed my head up, showing him more of my throat, where he placed his hand gently, caressing me with all his fingers.

  I felt myself growing hotter as he covered, with his fingers, each inch of my body. He replaced his hand with his mouth, breathing warmly, teasing me, torturing me as he always did.

  “I want you,” he muttered under his breath and I moaned, hearing him. He was like a siren to me, drawing me close to wreckage, to total tragedy.

  I wanted him. For all the times we had fought about the silliest things, I wanted him, too. I wanted him now.

  He rolled on top of me and kneeled, myself between his thighs. I watched as he flexed his toned physique, slowly undressing. Half-naked, he tipped me over so that I was on my stomach. I closed my eyes as he unzipped my dress, his fingers tracing my spine, making me quiver all over.

  He bit my ear and I grabbed the sheets. “Nobody’s going to undress you like this, Kelsey. Just me,” he whispered into my ear as his breathing became sporadic.

  “Yes,” I found myself whispering, completely allowing myself to be consumed by the desires of my flesh.

  He trailed kisses along my spine before pulling my dress down. After removing my panties, he moved to unlock my bra. He groaned. “So beautiful…”

  He was cupping me fully and it was a joy to find how perfectly I fitted him. When he tipped me over to my back again, he stared at me and my nakedness, smiling, breathing heavily, as he placed both hands on his bed, caging me in.

  “I want you.” He kissed my forehead and then my nose. He was taunting me again, making me wait like this.

  I gave him what he wanted, unbuckling his belt, and pulling his pants down to his knees. He chuckled, roughly biting my lip. “You are so eager.”

  “It’s the drug,” I said, panting, not knowing for certain if I was right or not. It could be the drug. It could be me. It could be him. I didn’t need to know.

  “You seem to need an excuse about this.” He trailed kisses from my collarbone down to my breast, playing with my nipple with his tongue while his hand searched for the other. I arched myself upward to meet him, feeling his manhood against my thigh. “Oh, Kelsey, you are driving me crazy.”

  It was I who was being driven to insanity, wanting a man who wanted every woman he met. I was so unsure if it was me he wanted, or just the carnal desire he felt when he saw me break apart by his hands. I shouldn’t allow this, but I couldn’t stop.

  As he removed the last of his clothing, he sprung free. I closed my eyes, feeling my ears and my cheeks blush hotter than they ever had been before. From his bedside drawer, he retrieved a condom and rolled it down over his great length.

  He parted my legs, his breathing becoming more and more erratic at the sight of me. I bit my knuckles as he kissed my knee; each kiss was sweeter than the first. He trailed the skin, kissing my thigh, not stopping until he reached my slit.

  I couldn’t believe how responsive I had suddenly become to him. As he savored me, I moaned, putting my hands above me. He moved to catch them, pinning them above my head with one hand.

  “I like that,” he said, as he moved to savor my parted lips, making me taste myself from his mouth, which I never in my life had done before.

  It was so breathtaking, so erotic, that as he pushed himself in, I called out his name, so sure that as much I wanted to, I could never pretend he was someone else. He was Scott and he moved with me how he had always taunted me—aggressively passionate, completely different to any lovemaking I had experienced before.

  I felt the ache, six years of not letting any man into my life. I cried out softly, with gritted teeth. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said
.

  Indeed, it had been a very long while. When it happened again, it just had to be with Seth’s brother! “A long…while.” The words were under my breath as I panted.

  He eased himself out and then kissed my lips, stopping, making me wait for that next delightful move. “It shows. You are so tight.” His voice showed that he liked this, a woman he had wanted as a virgin before, now a woman who had remained like such for many, many years.

  “Oh, Kelsey.” He cupped my cheek and leaned his forehead against mine. He eased himself in again, thrusting deeper this time, slowly building his rhythm as he let himself in and out again and again, movements harder and deeper than the first time.

  He had always teased me about everything. Why did it suddenly feel like he teased me in bed, as well? If that was what he was doing, why was making love with him this pleasurable? Whatever the reasons were, I could not bring myself to complain or push him away.

  I moved with him, meeting his every thrust with my arched hips. “Scott. Oh, please…” I wanted my release. I wanted it now, the second for the night I never thought I would own.

  “Take it,” he said. “It’s yours, Kelsey. Take my bliss.”

  I did, with stiffened legs. I cried out in rebellion, to everything I had concealed for years, throwing my head back, my chest meeting his. My pinned hands remained my only leash, holding me safe to reality, as the force of my release threw me to the depths of forgetfulness.

  As I tried to call his name, he stopped me, placing his mouth over mine. He thrust himself forcefully, to follow me, to drain himself inside me, releasing my hands but gripping my hair, as he joined me in total rapture.

  He collapsed on top of me, his weight hurting me now that I had returned to myself. His breathing was ragged, rapid, hoarse, but vigorous. “You…are so…unbelievably…sexy,” he managed to say, in between gasps for air.

  What have I done?

  I watched as he rolled onto his back and caught his breath. I tried to do the same, but I couldn’t. My gasps became louder and louder.

  “Scott…I can’t breathe.”

  “Me too, baby.” He chuckled.

  “No.” I tried coughing, but it wouldn’t work. “I can’t…”

  “Damn it! It’s the drug!” I heard him yell, as he rushed to stand and pull on his pants. He took a shirt from his drawer and carefully put it on me. “Hey, hey. Just relax.”

  “I’m…” I was almost out of breath and I saw glittering around him as he laid me back on his bed. I was really dizzy. He ran to his door and called to Leo, completely panicked. It made me think how badly I looked now that…now that…

  “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t close…”

  * * * *

  “Someone placed the drug in her margarita.” I heard Scott’s voice over the loud ringing in my ear. “I saw it, but I was too late; she had already drunk it before I got to her.”

  “This drug. Is it the same…?”

  “Yes. The one the company tried to produce before.”

  “Then there should be no cause for alarm,” a man was saying. “I know that drug and no long-term effect was seen with it. Her shortness of breath must just be from…” The man stopped. I tried not to move so I could listen to them further. “Tell me, Scott. Did you have sex with her?”

  Scott let out a ragged breath and I thought I heard him sit. “Is that important?”

  “Yes, if we are going to look at it scientifically. I’m a family doctor, someone close to your father and…”

  “Exactly.” He obviously didn’t want his parents knowing something had happened between us. Well, I didn’t want anyone knowing about it, either, but we had no other choice. “You are extremely close to my parents.”

  “This woman was your brother’s girlfriend.”

  “Yes.”

  Yes. How many times would I have to hear it in this house? Seth had intended to propose to me but he died before he could do so, leaving me with his son.

  The old man let out a sigh, perhaps of impatience, and said, “If you want it confidential, with only me and Leo knowing about this, then I can assure you, your parents will never know.”

  Leo was here, too. This is embarrassing.

  “Her body responded well to the drug. Too well, actually. I believe her body was not able to take her orgasm, especially if she had more than one.”

  Yes, I had two. Two, mouth watering releases.

  “It’s been a while since she had sex. Six years.” Scott had to say that! It was embarrassing enough as it was, without him going to details!

  “Figures. Her body released a significant amount of controlled heat.” The man didn’t seem to care. “Her shortness of breath should only be temporary and her fever be gone by tomorrow, if you let her rest.”

  The man walked towards the door. “Wake her up and give her breakfast so she can start taking her medicine.” He paused. “Scott, do not make love to her for the next forty-eight hours. Please.”

  When he had gone out with Leo, I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was still in Scott’s bed. He was sitting on a chair across the room with his fingers on his temples to support his head. His legs were crossed, and he slouched. He was staring at me but made no move as I turned to my side, holding his pillow to my chest.

  “You’re sick.” He stood and started getting dressed. He had already taken a shower and was getting ready for work.

  “I heard.”

  “You’re eavesdropping now?” He was fixing his tie.

  “No. You knew I was here, so I do not qualify as an eavesdropper.”

  “You pretended to be asleep.” He was back to his old self again. I knew it. He had used me last night, and I had willingly given myself to him.

  “I was resting. I’m sick.”

  He fixed his tie and faced me, with a hard expression on his face. “I will fire Ethan.”

  “Why?”

  “He did this to you!” he yelled at me. For a moment, I thought I heard regret in his voice. Was he angry at me?

  “No. You did this! You knew…”

  “You gave yourself to me. I didn’t force you into anything.”

  “You didn’t have to! You knew I was under the influence of your company’s sex drug and you took advantage of it.” I took advantage of it.

  “Oh, please.” He shook his head. “You don’t need an excuse.”

  “You are so cruel, you know that!” I didn’t have to be treated this way.

  He was as harsh to me now as he was ruggedly-gentle last night. Perhaps that was him. That was how he was built when it came to me. He was designed to trap me, to be gentle with me, to make me feel for him in bed, and then be cruel to me, to get me to want him and ache for him as soon as I’m out of it.

  He breezed through the room and held my cheek as he bent down to meet my gaze. I stared at him as he traced my lower lip with his finger.

  “I’m anything but cruel to you. You should know that by now.” He straightened up and watched Leo as he brought me a tray of breakfast. “You need to stay in. I will handle everything at work. Move to your room if you can. If not, stay here.”

  I didn’t respond.

  “Kelsey? Don’t let anyone…get close to you.”

  “Now, why would I do that?” Who would be close to me here?

  “Because you always seem to have the tendency of doing exactly the things that annoy me,” he said. Hell, what would not annoy him?

  “I think it works both ways, Scott.”

  He smirked at me and rolled his eyes. “Eat. Then go to sleep and I will see you at dinner.”

  Chapter Ten

  Scott: A Rusty Liar

  The worst thing about all this was that I had to call Father and explain to him why I was going to fire one of the company’s best mar
keters. It was easy telling him that Ethan had made a pass at Kelsey and had placed her in great danger by giving her that pill. I know my father and he would not trust me enough to believe it when I lied about not touching Kelsey.

  That was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched her, or at least, not in that situation.

  It was heaven, all the same.

  She called my name when she reached her first rapture. It sounded so expecting and so fulfilling to her needs, that I didn’t know whether to catch it with my mouth or just let it be so I heard it some more.

  Scott. She called me by my name. That made me want to touch her, to take pride in the fact that after all the years I had watched her with Seth, and all the years later I had secretly been there for her, she was, at last, with me in my bed.

  Kelsey was beautiful, and that would never change.

  “What do you mean she accidentally took a pill?” Father sounded doubtful when I talked to him on the phone. I knew it. He wouldn’t trust me on this. He was right not to.

  “Ethan Frex from Marketing slipped one into her drink.”

  “You brought her home?”

  “Yes.”

  “And?”

  “She got sick.” I had to act as nonchalant about this as possible.

  “Did she release her climax?” Oh, he was going there, all right.

  “How should I know?” I paced about my office to calm my nerves.

  Somehow, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to mock him and tell him I did whatever it is he thinks I did, but I couldn’t. I know my father and he would use this against me—to make me stay, or worse, to make me marry…to marry Kelsey.

  “Oh, please. You have a woman who is aching for you. Save me the trouble of lecturing you.”

  “Don’t bother lecturing me. Maybe she climaxed. Maybe she didn’t, for all I care. She’s home, sick. I will fire that damn Ethan today!”