Imperfections

by Shaniel Watson

  "Cat, I want you. I know you want me too."

  I'm frozen still where I stand and all the alarms in my head and body go off at the exact same time. If he touches me, I don't know what I'm going to do. He walks around me and I step back to put some space between us but he doesn't stop, he backs me up against the desk until I'm sitting; putting his arms on either side of me, I'm trapped by his powerful arms. He's too close to me, I close my eyes and feel his breath on my face, I can't lie, I want him but I have to fight it.

  "We can't do this again, Nick!" He's so close, my nostrils flare breathing in his unmistakable masculine sent, and oh my God, he smells incredibly edible.

  "Why not?" he says a breath away from me, his voice low and husky.

  "You know why not."

  "We can do anything we want to do."

  He leans into me and I open my eyes as he brushes the side of his face against mine. My breath catches, swallow when I feel his tongue slide over the edge of my ear. I put my hand on his arms to steady myself. I feel myself falling, I don't know what's happening to me.

  His hands on my thighs, he pulls me down to the edge of the desk, spreads my legs apart and comes between them. I bite down on my lip, hard. He looks into my eyes and I'm lost. Once again I'm lost in shades of gray and hues of blue.

  "Cat, I want you so bad, tell me you don't want me too and I'll let you go right now. I'll let you walk out that door."

  I try to speak but nothing comes out, he's right, I want him. I don't want him to let me go. He moves in and his eyes drop to my lips.

  "Let me help you, Cat, I'm going to make you feel better. I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before when I make you come with my lips between your sweet thighs and my tongue inside you."

  Holy shit! He's stealing my breath away. The air I need to breathe.

  "When I'm done with you you're going to forget whoever came before me and any, you might even think, is going to come after. I'm going to make your wetness rain down all over me, until there's nothing left."

  Oh My God! I can't breathe!

  He runs the tip of his tongue over my lips and with one flick, I'm undone. Game over, I've lost the fight. I'm wet and he's barely touched me. What's going to happen when he does? He runs the tip of his tongue between the seam of my lips and I open my mouth to let him in. I moan into his mouth and he takes it in moaning back into me, sending tingling vibrations all the way down my body to the center of where I need him to be. I'm so wet I feel my panties sticking to me. I grab on to his shoulders, his hand pushes my skirt up and slides into my panties, playing between my legs with my wetness.

  Uninhibited and raw, I moan into his mouth, he deepens the kiss with our tongues moving against each other, wet and hot like his hand between my thighs. Breathing hard I manage to break away and my head falls to his shoulders. I'm overwhelmed with what he's making me feel, I can't think with his hand circling between my legs, Oh. My. God. He's sliding into me with two of his fingers. I bite down hard on my lip so no one can hear me. He runs his tongue up against my neck and I'm barely able to pant his name.

  "Nick, we can't do this in here. Please don't make me do this, we can't."

  "Why not?" he says in a husky voice.

  "Someone might here us, we can't!" My voice is barely above a whisper. I can't breathe with his hand between my legs. "The door, what if someone comes in?"

  "What's the name on the building, Cat?"

  I can't speak when he pulls out, thrusting his fingers deep inside of me again, three fingers, so deep and hard. He swirls them around in me scraping my walls. I close my eyes and open my mouth, with the shock of pleasure and pain I have to throw my head back. I can't stay still.

  "The name on the building since you can't talk is Alexander and Alexander. I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. The only person that's going to come in here is you." His tongue glides from the beating pulse at the base of my neck to my ear. "Yes, say yes, Cat."

  "Yes."

  "Yes who? What's my name?"

  "Yes, Nick, yes."

  I feel myself tightening around his fingers as he breathes into my ear.

  "No, not yet. I'm not finished."

  His fingers leave me, and I'm empty. I moan my displeasure. "No, Nick, please." I practically beg.

  "I like to hear that. Say it again."

  "Nick, please." I open my eyes.

  I don't know when it happened but he's sitting in his chair in front of me. Watching me with my legs open on his desk, my underwear to the side wet, and I'm waiting for him. He grabs me by the thighs and puts my ass directly on the edge of his desk. His hands caress my bare skin, the burning from between my thighs running down to the back of my calves from his touch. He puts my legs on either side of his chair, pushes my skirt up to my waist exposing me, watches me as he slowly pulls my soaking wet panties down my legs dropping them to the ground. I can't wait for him to touch me, his eyes are staring into me like I'm the only thing in this world he sees. The heat I see inside him makes me want to grab him and never stop kissing him among other things.

  He moves up close between my thighs again, right above my center. I lean over to pull his lips on to mine but he won't let me. His head moves back and he shakes his head at me.

  "No, don't move."

  Wrapping his strong arms around my thighs, he looks down at me and slowly runs his tongue over his top lip, back and forth, in and out, like a promise of how and what he's going to do to me.

  He looks up at me through his lashes. "Is this my pussy, Cat?"

  He moves in so close I can feel his breath on me. He blows on me, and I feel the cool air roll over my throbbing wet flesh. I don't answer, I can't. He rests the back of my legs on his shoulders and tells me to lie back. At this point, I'll do any damn thing he wants.

  "I'm only going to ask one more time, Catherine, is this my pussy? Ready and waiting for me, only me. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you what I know you want and more. I'll make you so fucking wet you'll come all over this damn desk so fucking hard until you can't stop screaming my name."

  He presses his lips to my center where I want him and kisses me like he's kissing my other lips. I moan out loud feeling his tongue slide up inside of me only to slide back out from my wet opening all the way up to my clit. I've never had that kind of French kiss before, but I want more. He swirls my wetness around my folds and I moan his name, "Nick." A tremor runs through me when his tongue covered with my wetness, moves back down to my entrance. He stops to play with my opening, teasing me, and I can't help but move my hips to try and get closer to feeling him in me. He's driving me crazy; I need to feel more of him, touching me, taking me inside his warm wet mouth. I open my legs wider to give him full access to what he wants and what I need.

  "Is it mine, Cat? Only mine, tell me what I need to hear."

  "Yes, Nick, it's yours!"

  "My what? Say it now!"

  He says it with such authority and force I know he won't stop torturing me until I say exactly what he wants to hear.

  "It's your pussy, Nick, your pussy, all yours, only yours, always, anytime you want it. You want it, I'm going to give it to you." I'm begging and I don't care.

  His tongue dives into me and his lips close over me covering my clit. My eyes roll back into my head and his name leaves my mouth. "Oh, Nick, yeees! Don't stop…Please."

  He moans over me deep inside of me as his tongue slides in, out, and around me. I'm lost in the feelings he's eliciting in me. My hips rock off the desk: up, down, around, following the motions of his tongue. Bringing excruciatingly sweet pleasure, I can't stop moaning as he sucks and licks me into a wave of feelings and sensations I've never felt before. He sucks me in deep and hard. I feel raw, like he's taking away my wetness only to replace it with more. When he opens his mouth and releases me I bite down on my lips so I don't scream his name in protest for leaving me. I grab his head and pull him back to me. Oh, it feels so good, my fingers run through his hair nonstop.
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br />   I feel it building inside of me, building faster and faster; the sensations are taking me away, taking me higher and higher until I can't take it anymore. I can't stop moaning and moving my head. My hips are trying to keep rhythm with him but I can't. I need more, I feel it coming when he pulls out of me. Pushing the chair back, he stands up with my thighs firmly in place over his shoulders.

  "Cat, open your eyes, look at me," he says.

  I open my eyes and he sucks my clit inside of his mouth. I'm moaning uncontrollably and his deep moan joins mine in the room sending deep shock waves of vibrations through my body. My wetness and his mix together warm and hot, like a vacuum giving me the exact right amount of suction and pressure I need to explode into a million pieces.

  When I do, all I see are his eyes, eyes I've known and seen for almost my entire life, giving me the most unbelievable pleasure of my life.

  I don't ever want it to stop. I'm gushing wetness and I can't help but scream his name; he reaches up and puts his hand over my lips and I take his fingers into my mouth and suck them in hard and fast like he's doing to me and moan out my pleasure.

  When I'm finally finished my body feels like its drained. He stands up, smiles at me and places his hand between my legs and gently rubs me with his thumb.

  "Are you okay?"

  The aftershocks and what he's doing feels so good. I can't look at him. It's stupid after what we've done, but I feel a little embarrassed. The way I acted. The things I said. The things he said. "Yeah," I answer. I can't stop myself from letting out a little whimper of pleasure from what he's doing. I try to still his hand and sit up but he shakes his head at me.

  "No. Don't move. The last thing in the world I want you to be is embarrassed or ashamed of what we did. I love you, Cat, and I think you love me. I've always loved you. It's changed over time and over the years, but I've always loved you. And what we did here was right, it was us. No apologizing, no regrets. Regrets are for weak men who don't go after what they want and I'm anything but weak. You're everything I want. I don't regret anything."

  I have absolutely nothing to say. More feelings flood me, I'm feeling the wetness again but this time it's running down the side of my face. He doesn't say anything else; he puts his hand on my face and kisses me on my lips. A kiss so soft and gentle I hardly feel it. I part my lips tasting myself on him, and he fits his lips between mine with my bottom lip inside of his. He pulls my skirt down and moves his hands up my sides and wraps his arms around me all the time never breaking the kiss. I put my hands on either side of his face, he takes me off his desk and sits in his chair with me across his lap.

  "Cat, I messed up. This is how we should have always been. You and me together. Give me a chance to make it right. To make it the way it was always supposed to be. Please. I want you in every single way possible. I don't want to lose you, please give me a chance. We'll take it slow. Just me and you."

  He looks into my eyes, our foreheads come together and the tears just keep on coming.

  "How can we? Everything has changed, it's different now."

  He puts his hand on my face and brushes my tears away with his thumb. His hand is so large against my face and warm. These are hands I know will always protect me, as they have always protected me whether I wanted them to or not.

  "Baby, don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't bear the thought of you with anyone else. I don't want to lose you, I don't want you to walk out of here and we go back to the way we were before you walked into this room.

  "Promise me you will meet me tonight so we can talk, we can figure this out together. You're not going to be alone, I'm with you. You can talk to me, don't push me away. Stop running from me. We can work this out, and we will find a way."

  I nod my head yes to keep from crying again.

  "Remember, friends first and foremost, you and me."

  Nick

  "Dad, you wanted to see me?"

  "Come in."

  "I have a meeting I have to get to in twenty minutes."

  "Then I'll get to the point. How are you doing? I mean, we work in the same building, you're my son, yet I haven't seen or spoken to you directly in over two months."

  "I've been busy, you know my work schedule."

  "Yes, I do, that is why you're one of the best young lawyers I know. You're dedicated, when you're in the courtroom you know when to push and when to hold back. It's a sight to see. In cross examination you sympathize, make them feel like they can almost trust you, then you slowly move in for the kill, piling on fact after fact, poking little holes of reasonable doubt into the opposing counsel's case. Until it falls apart like a torn-tattered piece of worn-out paper. You plant the seed of doubt into the jurors' heads. I love to watch it, it's an art."

  Destroying someone's credibility and or life would be a form of art to my father. He and I don't agree on many things. Since I can remember, our relationship has always been rocky. After my mother and he were divorced it was worse. He's a powerful man. He didn't get to where he is by making friends with everyone he meets and giving second chances. To get to the top, sometimes you make deals, cross a few people, and make a few enemies along the way. If you want to stay on top, always watch your back for the enemies you've crossed and never go back on a deal you've made. That will be your downfall, unless it's going to save your ass. Those are his words. I'm not proud of it but I have lived by those words in my career as a lawyer.

  "Son, I want you to fly out tomorrow and handle the Paxton merger."

  "I can't."

  "They like you, they trust you."

  "I can't. Send someone else."

  "Why not? You're my number one."

  "I already have a pressing merger I have to deal with tonight. It's shaky; it can fall apart at any minute. It has top priority over everything."

  "They asked for you personally, they want to see an Alexander."

  "Send Paige, they like her. She was with me the last time I met with them. That's her specialty, mergers and acquisitions. The only reason I was there was to make sure everything went smoothly."

  "Fine. I heard you're not seeing her anymore."

  "You heard right."

  "Shame, you would have made a hell of a powerhouse couple. Damn fine looking gal too."

  That's my father. "Do you remember Catherine Reed?"

  "Cute little girl you and your friend Chris used to hang out with."

  "That's her, she's Chris's sister." I don't know why I'm telling him this but I am. "She's not a little girl anymore."

  "I liked that little girl."

  "Me too. I like her even more now." I smile to myself remembering the way she looked standing in the middle of my office with the sun shining down on her through the window.

  "She must have turned out to be a real beauty to put a smile like that on your face. Shit, I haven't seen a smile like that from you since you were a kid."

  "She is. Her sister's pregnant and I think it might be mine."

  "Shit, you're knee-deep in the shit, aren't you? Didn't I always tell you wrap it up, don't bring back anything you didn't leave with or want, especially a baby?"

  "I did. Looks like it didn't work."

  "Well shit!"

  "Exactly." My father puts on his lawyer hat.

  "First things first, before you admit to anything get a paternity test done pronto."

  "Already did."

  "Good. Do you love this girl?"

  "No, we hardly get along."

  "Well, you don't have to like a woman to have sex with her. It only requires she looks good."

  I have to laugh, this is my dad. "She wants me to marry her. I thought about it when she told me but it's not going to happen. Not with Cat back."

  "You knocked her up you don't have to marry her but there are all types of marriages, if it's yours. There are marriages that come with a mutual understanding of what is to be expected in a loveless marriage."

  "I know, she doesn't have a problem with that. She would agree to it all."


  "So what's the problem?"

  "That's not the life I want for me or my child—a life without Cat. I have to go. I'll call Paxton and tell them I can't make it but we're sending our next best in my place."

  "Keep me informed and let me know how it all works out. It would be nice to have a grandchild around instead of ungrateful kids I don't see. That part was meant more for your brother than you. When you see him tell him I want to talk to him. If your sister can call me once a week where she's at, I think he can manage to call me at least once a month."

  "If I can get ahold of my wayward brother, I'll let him know."

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cat

  After I leave Nick's office I go to see Ava at her new apartment building. She moved out of the hotel room she was renting. I love it. There is a doorman downstairs dressed in a bow tie and suit. Ava has expensive taste and it shows in this building. She has three bedrooms and there is a fireplace in two of them and one in the center of the living room wall with a plush white bare skin rug in front of it. Every room has cherry hardwood floors. It's really nice and cozy.

  I get a bottle of water out of the fridge and sit across from her at the kitchen table. "I saw Nick today." I can see her perking up. She wasn't quite herself today when I came by but she said she was fine. So I left it alone, she'll tell me.

  "Really?"

  I take a sip of my water. "I didn't realize how irresistibly sexy a man with power could be."

  "Honey, yes."

  "I'm in trouble. I need to stay away from him."

  "Why would you want to do that? You have a man who's powerful, sexy, and most of all into you like a fat man in a pie eating contest."

  I look down at the water bottle in my hands. I peel back the edge of the label with my fingers without thought to what I'm doing. "This is not right, this is so wrong. I'm betraying my sister." I feel a tickle in my throat. I try to clear it without her hearing me.

  "Git your little ass over here, don't you start crying. It's not a sin to be attracted to a man who is equally attracted to you."