by Erika Rose
“So tell me a little more about yourself Stefan Kelson, or should I ask Billy the ball cap?”
It was Stefan’s turn to laugh. “No need. Nothing to tell really. My family has a number of businesses in New York and I work at one of them.”
“Which one?”
“FACE Magazine.”
“What? You work at FACE Magazine?” Sasha burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Stefan asked confused.
“I just really didn’t peg you as the type. What do you do there?”
“I’m kind of in management, although I make a point of being there as little as possible.”
Sasha frowned. “Why? Don’t you enjoy it?”
“No. I hate it. But my father has this condition that if I don’t work then I don’t have access to my trust fund. And the guy above me, Roman, he’s a real dick. He tries to belittle me around every corner because my dad gave me the position.”
Stefan expected sympathy. He didn’t expect Sasha’s honest answer. “I don’t blame him, he worked for his position and you just got yours handed to you. And you’re making it easy for him by hating it. Why don’t you rather focus on proving him wrong?”
“What? How?” Stefan asked confused.
“Stefan, face it: you got the position because of your father, so instead of proving everyone right that your father just nudged you in, prove to them you belong there. Be a part of the team, an important part. That way they’ll start to respect you and stop hating you.”
“Hate’s a strong word.” Stefan said wondering if the whole staff at FACE didn’t hate him.
“It might be, but it also may be the right word.” Sasha said bluntly.
The waiter bought their food and Stefan watched as Sasha started cutting her chicken and took a bite. He had never thought of his situation like she had just explained it, but maybe she was right. He was shoe-horned into the position, that’s why nobody liked him. But how was he going to pretend to like a job he hated?
CHAPTER 7
Sasha watched Stefan as he took the first bite of his chicken. She was pleasantly surprised by his conversation and his honesty. During the five minutes in her apartment, somewhere between lining her eyes and slipping on more comfortable shoes, she had promised herself she was only doing this to blow him off for good at the end of the night.
But Stefan was right, there was something here she wanted to explore. Every time their eyes met, heat pooled low in her stomach. He was an attractive man with an open mind, even if he didn’t yet realize where he wanted to apply it.
She could just imagine the field day her parents would have if she took Stefan home. Sasha hadn’t dated anyone since the guy she took home when she started at NYU. When they started sleeping together, Sasha thought it was a good idea for him to meet her parents. Thinking back to that disaster, it wasn’t one she was going to repeat soon.
Their whole relationship had changed after Taylor had met her parents. He had started calling her princess and insinuated that she was stuck up. Sasha had been devastated when he had cheated on her, but she should’ve seen it coming.
She glanced across the table at Stefan and couldn’t help but wonder what sex would be like with him. With Taylor, it had always been quick and goal orientated and although Sasha had mostly climaxed she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like with another man. She had never thought herself a prude but at her age most people found it strange that she had only had one sexual partner. For the first time since her break up with Taylor, Sasha wanted to remedy that.
Would Stefan be quick or would he take his time and drive her insane first?
Stefan smiled, his pale green eyes watching her and Sasha felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Did he know what she was thinking?
“What?” Sasha asked pushing her plate aside.
“Nothing, I just like looking at you and I like watching your cheeks grow rosy when I do.”
“Don’t.” Sasha said feeling exposed.
“Don’t what? Don’t look at you, don’t think about making out with you or shouldn’t I wonder what it would be like to make love with you?”
Sasha felt her breath quicken at his honest words. “We barely know each other,” she said exasperatedly.
“I know everything I need to know.” Stefan reached across the table for her hand and slowly started circling his thumb in her palm.
Heat settled between her thighs at his soft words and the sensations he was creating with his thumb. Sasha knew she should run the other way, but she couldn’t. Wasn’t this why she moved out of her parent’s house in the first place? To be able to date and meet people without having her father approve or disapprove?
Sasha made a split-second decision and decided to act on it before she changed her mind. “Let’s get out of here.” She whispered with her eyes on his, her intent clear.
Stefan lifted a hand to summon the waiter. The poor man rushed to their table.
“Check please and make it quick.” Stefan said still holding her gaze. The waiter rushed away and Stefan smiled at her. “This is going to be a night you’ll never forget.”
Sasha felt her insides flip at the idea before a giggle spilled from her throat, Kris would be so proud. She pulled out her phone and quickly typed a text to Kris.
Won’t be home tonight, see you tomorrow. Talk then.
Sasha waited for Kris to reply as Stefan paid the bill, but no reply came back. Kris probably thought she was spending the night at her parents’. If only Kris knew…
The atmosphere in the cab was filled with anticipation as the cabbie zapped through traffic towards Soho.
Stefan grinned at Sasha as his hand settled on her thigh. The heat of his touch sent flares of desires through Sasha’s system. Her mouth went dry and she let her tongue glide over her lower lip as she kept her eyes on Stefan’s cool green gaze.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he watched her. Sasha was glad to know she had the same effect on him as he did on her.
By the time the cab pulled over against the curb, doubts crept into Sasha’s mind. Would she regret it if she got out now and followed Stefan into his apartment?
Stefan climbed out ahead of her and held out his hand but noticed her hesitation.
Sasha watched his hand before meeting his eyes. They said the one thing Sasha needed to know: the choice was hers.
She smiled at him and put her hand in his. She was taking a chance and it felt wonderful.
Stefan opened the door to his apartment and stepped back to allow Sasha to step inside. She briefly glanced around. What used to be a warehouse was now a luxury apartment. A half round window gave a beautiful view over New York City. The exposed brick wall in the kitchen was the perfect backdrop for all the top of the line appliances that lined it.
Big welcoming leather couches stood around a gas fireplace, with a beautiful soft red rug in the center.
The effect was stylish yet masculine, the same as the man who lived there.
Sasha turned around to say just that, but before she could he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him.
His mouth glided against hers with urgency and tenderness at the same time. His tongue teased the seam of her lips open and slid into her mouth. He tasted of wine and desire.
Sasha supped on his lips as her body heated, aching to be touched. Reading her mind Stefan slipped his hands behind her knees and picked her up, bracing her against the wall.
Sasha gasped when his arousal pressed against her core, he was already hard. Feeling more emboldened by his desire for her, Sasha threaded her fingers through his silky ink black hair.
With his one hand braced against the wall and the other on her ass, he pressed into her again as his hand slid around and rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. His arousal pressed the zipper of her jeans against her, creating delicious friction. Sasha gasped and lifted her chin at the sensation. Stefan’
s mouth cruised her neck with hot wet kisses; both his hands slid down to her thighs and pulled her away from the wall.
Through her peripheral vision, Sasha noticed he was walking with her towards the red rug in the center of his living room. He set her gently down on her feet in the middle of the rug, as soon as his hands left her body Sasha felt the early spring chill against her skin. She rubbed her arms as Stefan pulled pillows from the couches and threw them on the red rug. He picked up a remote control and with the press of a button the gas fireplace came alive, warding off any chill that lingered.
Watching her with a sexy grin, Stefan kicked of his shoes and his jeans before reaching for her. His hands framed her face as he softly kissed her.
“If you want to go Sasha, now’s the time to say so.” His pale green eyes looked into her soul as he said the words.
Sasha dug into her mind but found no hesitation: she was doing this. She placed her hands over his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Stefan smiled and reached for her jeans. He undid the button and slid down the zipper, the zirts of the zipper being the only sound in the room before he gently tugged them down.
Sasha stepped out of her leather flats and steadied herself by holding on to his shoulders as he tugged the jeans from first her one foot and then the other.
She stood before him in her black top and black boy leg panties feeling exposed. Stefan’s eyes slowly travelled from her face down her body, hunger clear in his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Stefan said taking her hand pulling her down on the rug.
A laugh escaped as Sasha sat down crossed legged on the soft carpet, the heat radiating from the fireplace deliciously warm on her back. Stefan sat down in front of her and in a swift move pulled her onto his lap with her legs around his hips.
Another laugh erupted before Stefan quieted it with a crushing kiss. Sasha felt her heart speed up as his arousal pressed against her. With both pairs of jeans removed the heat on heat was driving her insane. She pressed down against him as his hands reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
Surprise flickered in his eyes as his face split in two with a broad grin. “No bra?”
Sasha giggled and shrugged her shoulders. “Didn’t feel like it.” One of the luxuries of an A-cup, Sasha thought as Stefan’s eyes zoomed in on her dusky nipples.
She wasn’t sure Stefan heard her as his hot mouth had already closed over a pebbled nipple, he sucked and nipped and Sasha could feel the heat building inside her.
His fingers stroked her back suggestively before slipping into her panties; his fingers grazed the top of her ass and Sasha moaned at the multitude of sensations.
Wanting more and feeling bold Sasha pushed off him and stood up, watching his eyes. Confusion narrowed his eyes, but Sasha only smiled as she reached towards her panties and pulled them down.
His eyes followed the line of her back as she bent and then straightened again. Desire was clear in his eyes as he stood up and mimicked her actions.
Sasha gulped noticing the size of his arousal; she reached tentatively to touch him but he stepped closer and took her hand, placing it on him.
He was smooth and rock hard; Sasha closed her hand around him before sliding her hand back and forth. She heard Stefan gasp and met his eyes. His eyes had turned a cloudy green with arousal.
Sasha smiled, stepping closer to kiss him; but with a swift move Stefan had her against him and lowered her on the rug settling between her legs. With one arm he reached for his jeans and dragged his wallet from the pocket. He pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth.
Sasha watched as he slid the condom onto his hard cock before tossing the wrapper aside. He moved between her legs, nudging them open with his knees.
He nudged her entrance and the heat that had gathered low in her belly started to burn a trail to the sensitive bundle of nerves settled between her folds.
Stefan’s hand reached between their bodies and slowly started rubbing the palm of his hand against her clit. Sasha gasped as the heat built into a blazing inferno.
Sasha’s eyelids lowered, readying her for the release that was about to come when Stefan withdrew his hand. Her eyes flew open but he only smiled at her arrogantly.
He grabbed her hips, reminding Sasha of the first night they met. “You’re going to erupt around me, and you’re going to keep your eyes on mine as you do.”
Sasha’s heart skipped a beat at his words and immediately felt him thrust into her. This was definitely a night she was going to remember.
CHAPTER 8
Stefan had to force his own eyes to stay open as Sasha’s moist folds enveloped him. She was so tight, so wet. He gave her a second to acclimatize to his size before he thrusted again.
With his eyes focused on her chocolate brown gaze, Stefan slammed into her again and again. Her cries of ecstasy flooded the room as Stefan felt her start to clench around him. As the vice closed around him, his own release came.
Spent and sated Stefan collapsed on top of Sasha when her giggle brought him out of his post sex haze.
“What’s so funny?” He asked bracing himself on one arm
“Nothing,” Sasha grinned even as her eyes laughed at him.
“Come, give.” Stefan kissed her lips briefly.
“I never knew it could be like that.” Sasha giggled.
“Like what?” Stefan asked confused.”
“Exciting like fireworks and delicious like roasted marshmallows.” She said still smiling.
Stefan couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from his own chest. “Fireworks and roasted marshmallows? That’s one way of putting it.”
“That’s the best way of putting it.” Sasha smiled as her fingers started running up and down his back.
Stefan knew this was the part where he got up and told them he had work in the morning, but tonight he didn’t want to. He wanted to cuddle in front of the gas fireplace with Sasha all night. “Stay.” It was only one word but Stefan doubted Sasha knew it was the first time he spoke it or the enormity of the fact that he did.
Sasha’s chocolate brown eyes sparkled at him. “Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.”
Stefan felt himself hardening again as Sasha’s hands cruised over his ass; this was going to be a night he wouldn’t forget.
Friday morning Stefan sat behind his desk, ignoring the papers on his desk that required his attention. Ever since Sasha had slipped from his bed early yesterday morning he had had a hard time focusing on anything other than her.
Wednesday night had been so much better than he could’ve imagined. When he had asked her to dinner he had hoped that after he had sated his body with hers he would be freed from her hounding his thoughts.
To his chagrin, the opposite had happened. After making love with Sasha for the second time, Stefan had carried her to his bed and had pulled her close before falling asleep. He had woken up with her curled against him and found his hunger for her renewed. The hours they had spent talking in front of the gas fireplace had given him an insight into her mind. Her very smart, honest and fair mind. Even though Sasha had grown up in the lap of luxury she took nothing for granted, and she accepted nothing without giving something back.
She was determined to make a name for herself without her father, something Stefan had never even considered for himself.
Not only had she challenged Stefan’s view of the world, but she had awoken something inside him that had had him up late last night trying to search for more meaning in his life. If Sasha was right, Stefan needed to focus on the work Roman had given him, and yet he could not summon the energy to do it. If he was going to make something of himself, it wasn’t going to be what Roman and his father wanted him to become; it was going to be something he wanted.
What he wanted he wasn’t sure of himself yet, but at least he had started searching for answers.
He wanted to see her again; to spend more time
exploring her body and her mind. For the first time, both attracted Stefan equally. Intrigued and surprised by her he picked up his phone and dialed her number.
She answered within a few rings. “Stefan.”
“Sasha.” He said with equal reserve, before his mouth spread into a grin. “How are you?”
Stefan could sense a smile in her voice when she spoke.
“I’m fine Stefan, how are you?”
“Actually, I was just thinking about you…”
“I’ve been having the same problem.” Sasha answered honestly.
Stefan felt a grin spread across his face, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. “Come with me for the weekend. Let’s get out of the city and spend some time together…alone.”
The line was quiet for a minute before Sasha spoke. “Stefan, I would love nothing more, but I already have plans.”
“Cancel them.” Stefan said arrogantly.
Sasha laughed. “I can’t, but I promise you I’ll be thinking about you. I’ll let you know when I get back.”
“Talk to you then.” Stefan said before disconnecting.
He slammed the phone down on the table. Were they back to cat and mouse games? He shook his head; he thought they had moved past that Wednesday evening? If she wanted to play, he’d play. He wouldn’t call her until she called him.
Stefan swiveled his chair back to his desk and noticed the pile of papers again. Grunting he stood up and grabbed his keys. Screw this, he thought as he walked out of his office, he wasn’t going to play Roman’s lapdog today.
He rode down in the elevator confused as to why he felt so angry. It couldn’t be because Sasha had turned him down, could it? He pondered on the thought for a moment and realized it was the first time a girl had turned him down.
He knew exactly where he wanted to be right then and it wasn’t New York City. He headed to his apartment, threw a few things in a duffel bag and headed for the Hamptons.
Just as he passed Brooklyn, his phone rang. He answered the phone and heard his father’s voice booming through the car’s speakers.