Who was this man to judge her? Sure she was eccentric and she could be a bit much for some people, but there was no reason to treat her like that. Christie thought she was going to explode right then and there.
“Excuse me, but who the hell do you think you are?” Christie’s voice was quiet, but it carried across the distance with ease. She saw the man stop and shift his shoulders towards her to look at her again.
He opened his mouth, but Christie cut him off before he could even speak, “No! You don’t get to talk trash about my best friend and then make up some excuse. I don’t want to hear it!” She narrowed her eyes, “Men that have nothing better to do than to talk crap about women are the worst kind of men.”
Anger that she didn’t even know she’d been holding back, began to tumble out of her. “Jane is a hard working person. She works much harder than you ever could, and you have no right to insult her like that.” She folded her arms, “You’re at a bar. What, you don’t expect to be hit on? Why? Because it’s a man’s world? Get over it!”
By the time she finished, Christie was all but panting for breath, staring him down, daring him to argue with her, and daring him to make a move against her or Jane.
The man stared her down for a long moment with an intensity that almost frightened Christie. Then he smiled, “Always nice to see a woman with guts.”
Christie opened her mouth, but she didn’t know what to say. She felt heat flush to her cheeks.
“I’m Ace. Ace Norris,” He chuckled, and the sound was low and warm, “Look, I can’t say I’m in love with that friend of yours, but she’s not rabid, alright?” He chuckled again, “Usually a woman would run off in tears, or storm off to complain to her friends. If she’s really feisty, she’ll throw a drink, but that’s about it.” He leaned back against the bar and looked her over, “That was a breath of fresh air.”
“You’re a jerk.” The words were out of Christie’s mouth before she had a chance to recall them. She wasn’t sure how she felt. Something about him was aggravating but charming as well. Something about him made her want to punch him in the face and kiss him all at once.
“So I’ve been told.” Christie looked into his eyes and shivered as she looked deep into his blue eyes. She felt like she could stare into them forever, “Makes life interesting.”
“So you say.” Christie slid onto a chair beside him, leaning against the bar. Something about this man made her more confident than she usually was. He was not her type; not in the slightest. He looked bad. He looked dangerous. He looked like a one night stand and Christie felt reckless abandon take flight in her chest. She shuddered at the thought.
She couldn’t afford to lose her head, but the way he looked at her, with a dark, predatory sort of hunger made Christie’s heart quicken. When he leaned in, his breath smelt faintly of whisky but she could tell that he was not drunk.
Something in his eyes struck Christie. He looked like a man who was one hundred percent in control of his actions. He knew what he was doing and what he was saying. Every move was with intention, and Christie was curious to know what his intentions were about her.
Then Ace leaned in and Christie let him. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in, and she let him, moving against him, feeling the tight muscles beneath his shirt. Then his lips pressed against hers and she kissed him back. It was electric.
Christie couldn’t remember a kiss ever feeling that good. It was fierce and passionate. Kissing him left her feeling swept up in the tide. She grabbed his shirt and held on for dear life. His hand was caressing her back, moving along the curves of her spine and Christie felt the warmth blossom between her thighs. She gasped and tried not to moan with pleasure and delight.
She wanted this man like she had never wanted another in her life. For once, she didn’t care about what happened in the morning. She didn’t care about the consequences of her own actions. She was going to live in the moment and enjoy every minute of it.
Something in this man called to her on every level, physically, mentally, spiritually. Something about him drew her to him and Christie welcomed it. Ace moved and before Christie knew it, she was pressed against the wall, his hands running down her curves, exploring the shape of her body through her clothes.
“Penthouse suite, the Pandora building.” His voice was breathless in her ear and Christie shuddered at the implications of what he said. His lips brushed the skin of her neck and he sucked on it, sending desire spiking through her, fierce and deep.
“Ace.…”
“Shhh….” His voice was soft. “I won’t hurt you.” He murmured and Christie felt herself relaxing. She trusted him, for some inexplicable reason, she trusted him.
When he pulled away, Christie found herself staring deep into his eyes. He smirked and Christie felt a shiver run down her spine, “Half an hour.”
Something about his words seemed forceful, and yet Christie knew she could walk away at any time. Something about that thrilled her. The lack of obligation when everything else was weighting on her and dragging her down.
And suddenly the thought occurred to Christie that maybe, just maybe, this was something that he needed too. Maybe, beneath all of his bravado, there was a man who was craving just the same way she was.
When she rested her hand on his, his eyes widened in surprise and Christie caught a glimpse of the outline of Ace’s manhood under his jeans. She liked what she saw. She murmured, “I’ll be there.”
Then she smiled, her eyes light with mischief.
“You better bring your A-game. I want the whole nine-yards”, she said. Her teasing was brash and bold and usually, it would have made her blush and stammer.
Now, though, in this moment, all it did was make her head swim with a giddy sort of freedom and with a playfulness that she thought she had buried with her ex.
This would be a new adventure for her and she wasn’t going to be stuck in the past. This was the new her and she was plunging into it head-on.
Ace smirked and Christie felt herself go weak at the knees, “Oh, you’ll get it. You have my word on that.”
Chapter 3
Christie’s heels clicked along the empty corridor, echoing off the walls around her. The air was cool and the wind teased the fabric of her skirt, wrapping around her legs in a lingering caress, leaving Goosebumps on her skin. She’d left the bar about fifteen minutes earlier, making an excuse to Jane, who was already wrapped around the man at the table. Jane had barely noticed her leave, and Christie was glad she didn’t have to explain herself. Not right then, at least.
It had been easy to slip out. Christie had been tempted by another drink to bolster her courage, but she decided that she didn’t need it, and the last thing she wanted to do was to be drunk.
She’d paused in the bathroom to freshen up, spending a few minutes making sure she looked as good as she did when she had first left the apartment. Her heart was racing- she didn’t usually do this. She was from a small town and this was so unlike her. Reckless abandon rushed through her, the undeniable magnetism that had passed between them made Christie feel giddy.
Arriving at his building, she shivered and pressed the button to call the elevator. She glanced upwards, looking at the starry sky, the darkened night and the towering building that beckoned her into its depth. This was risky.
She shifted her weight and held the coat closer around herself, very aware of the skin-tight dress that clung to her body, and the lacy underwear that was hidden beneath.
Her hair was twisted up into a simple up do, and her pulse beat against the skin of her neck. The elevator pulled up and she stepped inside, letting it take her up to the penthouse suite. Ace would be there, a man she barely knew and had only recently met. She remembered his eyes at the bar, his laugh, his kiss on her lips. She wanted this man. A man who had sweet talked her into this. A man she wanted with a burning passion she had never felt before.
She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her dress at the thought
of him, the thought of his broad hands, his silky voice, and his eyes that seemed to stare right into her soul. She stepped out of the elevator and crossed the distance to his door. With trembling fingertips, she pushed the doorbell, feeling anticipation tighten in her stomach.
She didn’t have to wait long. As the door swung open, she caught a glimpse of Ace in the light, before a silky blindfold was wrapped around her face. Then she plunged into darkness.
Christie lifted her hands instinctively, feeling her heartbeat quicken. She opened her mouth to speak, only to feel a fingertip press against her lips. A low voice was murmuring into her ear, “Don’t speak.”
Christie’s head was swimming as she nodded, settling for biting her lip. She felt one hand curl around her delicate wrists, leading her into the apartment. She heard the door shut and lock behind her, and a shiver ran up her spine.
“Do you want this?” His voice was a breath in her ear and Christie knew this was her chance to back out. She had one more chance to walk out of there. Instead, she felt the heat surge between her thighs and she nodded. His hands fell away from her wrists and Christie was left in the dark.
Then his hands were on her shoulders, sliding across her coat, brushing the curves of her breasts as he undid the buttons. Her coat fell to the floor.
“Perfect…” A hand was on her waist and she was being pulled against him. She felt his muscles tense through the fabric of his clothes, before his lips pressed against hers in a kiss. Christie moaned as he ravaged her mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips to kiss her, possess her, and claim her.
Christie kissed him back hungrily, feeling her body respond to him willingly. Ace’s hands were in her hair, undoing the Updo that she had set so painstakingly in place. She felt him stroke her skin, up the curve of her back, before he pulled on the zipper of her dress, which gave way easily.
“Take it off.” His voice was like silk and Christie bit her lip at the command. She moved easily out of the dress, feeling the air caress her skin. Ace pulled away and Christie was left in nothing but her underwear and a burning heat between her thighs. She reached out, but instead of finding warm flesh, she felt the cool touch of glass beneath her fingers.
A window. Christie’s eyes widened behind her blindfold. If the lights were on, then she was on full display to anyone in the vicinity. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shivered deeply at the thought.
“Bend over, hands against the glass.” Christie felt heat flush through her body. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the lace of her bra. She pressed her hands to the cool, smooth glass and bent over slowly. Ace’s slid his hands along her thighs, before he pushed her legs apart.
Christie gasped at her position, legs spread, bent over for this man who she barely knew, offering herself for anyone to see. Arousal surged within her, “Please...”
“Please, what?” His voice was a soft purr in her ear now, and Christie felt his hands playing with her bra straps. They gave way and slipped out of their cups. His hands slid along her flesh, his thumbs stroking her nipples. He squeezed softly.
Christie moaned, “Please take me.”
Ace chuckled, a satisfied sound, and Christie gasped as her panties were slid down her thighs, dropping to the floor. She stepped out of them, fully naked now, posed in front of the window.
He wasted no time. Christie groaned as she felt Ace’s girth pushing against her wetness. She parted her thighs and pushed back against him, gasping as the head of his manhood slid slowly within her. He groaned too, a low sound, and his hands tangled in her hair.
“You’re so tight…” Ace grunted softly as he slid within her, and Christie thought she was going to lose her mind. She gasped in pleasure as he penetrated her fully. Her head fell back as she moaned in delight at the feel of him. No one had ever made her feel this exquisite before.
“Pleasure yourself.” He ordered, his voice strained. Christie leaned against the window with one hand, the other moving to play with herself on command, teasing herself as his girth slammed into her. The pleasure was building hard and fast inside her, and she found herself moaning. She moved to his rhythm as they fucked.
After only a few minutes the need to climax burnt through her body, consuming every part of her mind. Her body tingled, nipples aching, feeling full with the ecstasy of his touch. Blinded by pleasure, she begged, “Please, please, please…!”
“Cum.”
One word, given casually, sent arousal exploding through Christie’s body and mind. She couldn’t take it anymore, and as the pleasure crested through her, Christie lost herself to the feel of him. She’d come back as many times as he wanted. She needed this. She needed him.
Shuddering and trembling, in the pleasure of his touch, she pledged herself to him, “Oh! Ace!”
And he accepted.
Chapter 4
Ace woke up with the feeling of sunlight filtering through the window. He stretched out, feeling the aches and kinks in his body snap painfully. The last few days had been hard on his body and he was starting to feel it. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and rubbed his face in the sheets slipped from his naked chest and he turned to look out the window.
When something caught his eye, he glanced down. Memories of last night filtered in and he was left staring at a stunning woman sleeping in his bed. The sheets had fallen off her body, spilling onto the floor. The sunlight reflected her hair and made it glow, the messy, curly waves sending pulses straight to his manhood.
She was lying face down, her arms curled beneath her head, but it wasn’t enough to hide her curves. She had them in all of the right places and Ace couldn’t remember ever seeing a woman that beautiful. She was stunning.
Ace rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. He was used to sexy women in his bed, but he hadn’t had time for one in months. Maybe it was just the need for sex that had him infatuated with her, but the pleasure he experienced the night before was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
She was just what he was looking for in the bedroom, and now, in the harsh light of day, she looked even more beautiful. Ace pulled himself out of bed. He needed a shower and a coffee to wake him up properly.
His life wasn’t stable enough for a woman anyway- he’d learned that the hard way. Besides, there was no guarantee that she’d want to stay with him. He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water, letting it warm up. Then he stepped in and let it wash away the pleasure from the night before. Afterwards he shaved and stepped out of the shower feeling better than he had when he stepped in.
His head was clearer now. He’d get Christie some breakfast and coffee, and send her on her way. He’d probably never see her again, and that would be okay. He ignored the stirring in his pants as he got dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt. He walked into the kitchen and brewed some more coffee, trying to forget the way she had wrapped around him last night, the way she had felt bending over for him…
He shook his head and grabbed two cups of coffee and some toast. He didn’t know how she liked it, so he threw some cream and sugar on a tray. He chuckled as he realized he was technically bringing her breakfast in bed. It was such a romantic gesture and it felt unnatural to him. He thought he really should just get her out of his apartment as soon as possible…before he did something he would regret.
When he opened his bedroom door, she was already dressed. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to make her dress from the night before look as though it was perfectly acceptable day-time attire. Her hair was twisted back into an Updo.
She looked polished, and Ace realized she’d even done her makeup. This was no walk of shame and Ace felt a surge of desire in his stomach that went deeper than the lust he’d felt last night.
This woman had her life together. She wasn’t going to scurry out of his apartment with a walk of shame. This had been a two way street, and he had a feeling she’d be just as proud of her conquest as he would be.
It was refreshing. Ace hadn�
��t met many women like that. When she noticed him, she smiled instead of looking away. She looked him up and down and then her eyes landed on the tray.
“Is one of those cups for me?” She teased.
“Nope. I was going to drink them both. But since you asked so nicely.” Ace handed her a mug and she smiled.
“By the way, I take it black. Two sugars.”
Ace grinned, “Do I need to keep that in mind for future reference?” The banter came so easily with her and he found himself falling for her more than he’d meant to.
Christie shrugged with a smile, “I don’t know.” She stood and set her coffee down, moving towards him, “Are you in the mood for seconds?”
Ace felt himself blushing, a desire stirring within him at the sight of her, “I didn’t think that’s what we agreed on.”
“It wasn’t.” Christie’s hands were on his belt and Ace couldn’t help himself. He pulled her in and kissed her with a burning ferocity. She moaned and melted into him, returning the kiss with unbridled passion. She knew what she was doing and it was driving him wild.
Christie undid his belt buckle. Ace felt himself get hard beneath her touch, “You shouldn’t have bothered doing your hair.” Christie grinned.
Ace tangled his hands in her hair as she sunk to her knees in front of him. Her dress clung to her body in all the right places, showing off her legs, her great butt and her gorgeous breasts.
She was driving him wild and she hadn’t even done anything yet. When she pulled his underwear down, and pulled his girth out from the fabric, she gasped. He smirked with a surge of pride and Christie moaned softly, “I knew that you felt big but…”
She trailed off and Ace gasped as her hands, delicate and soft, wrapped around his shaft. She started stroking him slowly, her hands moving just right, making him shudder. Her strokes were driving him wild, as she looked up at him with gorgeous blue eyes.
Then she flicked out her tongue and Ace thought that he was going to come undone right then and there. Her tongue felt fantastic running along the tip of his shaft. When she enveloped him with her mouth, Ace involuntarily gripped her hair a little tighter.
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