Today is turning out to be a lot worse than I could have imagined.
Chapter 17 - Valerie
Marino just drove off in his Lamborghini and I let out a sigh. What a disaster. He wasn’t happy, clearly annoyed that his time was being wasted, and I don’t blame him. I tried to hold it together while he was here but the anger that I was controlling is about to erupt. I can feel my blood boiling as I think about what has just happened.
The first call is going to Chris. He picks up on the first ring and answers with a cheerful voice that pisses me off even more.
“How did it go? Didn’t I tell you it was - “
“Shut up Chris,” I interrupt. “You have no idea what the fuck you’ve just done. You told me the property was ready! You’ve just cost me this sale with your sloppiness!”
“Wait what? Wasn’t it ready? I got the confirmation from the owner, was it dirty?”
“You’re lying. You most definitely did NOT get the confirmation from the owner because I witnessed him waking up.” There’s silence on the line so I continue. “Yes, it was dirty. Bottles and glasses all over the place. He’d been out all night drinking by the look of him. Not a fucking stitch of clothing on him either, Chris. Do you understand what I’m saying? I took my best client through a property only to find a drunken, naked man in the bedroom I’m trying to sell. How could you put me in that kind of position?!”
“Val, I..”
“Chris, just save it. That was my best client and you’ve just made me look like a fucking amateur. I cannot believe you’ve put me in that position. You know what, I gotta go.”
I hang up the phone without waiting for a response. I’m shaking. How dare he lie to my face like that! If he was in front of me I could slap him. And the doctor! What a fucking state he was in! Drunk, naked, confused, completely irresponsible!
I’m trying not to think about how good his body looked when he was standing there naked, better than I could have imagined. His chest and abs were chiseled and his arms look thick and strong. They looked like they’d feel really nice wrapped around me. And his cock… well, I don’t even want to think about that right now.
I inhale and try to get the image out of my head. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s cost me the biggest sale of the month and my spot as top sales agent. Not to mention my commission.
I look over at the building, glancing up at the wall of windows. I’m still holding the keys. I look down at the keychain in my hand and can feel my resolve strengthening. I’m still seething with anger, and he needs to know what he’s just done. He needs to understand that his actions have consequences, he’s not some college frat boy anymore. He’s a doctor, for crying out loud! How irresponsible can you be!
My righteous anger demolishes any hint of shyness in me. I march across the street and let myself into his building. He’s not getting away with this without getting a piece of my mind.
Chapter 18 - Clay
I must have dozed off into a half-sleeping hungover state because I jump at the sound of banging on my front door. It stops, so I sit up and listen for a few seconds. It starts again and I hear her voice.
“Doctor O’Neill! Open the door.”
More banging.
“Doctor O’Neill! I need to talk to you. Now!”
She came back? I jump out of bed and pull on some boxers, hopping from foot to foot to get them on. I’m still pulling them up when I get to the front door. With a deep breath I turn the knob and open the door.
She bursts past me in a flurry of anger and blonde hair. I catch the sweet smell of her perfume, the same one she was wearing at her appointment. I close the door and turn around. She’s squaring off in front of me. Her eyes are shooting daggers at me and her fists are balled up.
I can’t help but look her up and down and notice how good her body looks in that suit. She takes a deep breath and I wait for the yelling. She surprises me by speaking in a low, even voice. It’s almost worse than getting yelled at.
“How dare you,” she starts. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? What you’ve cost me?”
Her eyes are blazing, burning holes through me. Suddenly I wish I was wearing more than just my boxers.
“Val, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t fucking call me Val,” she snaps. “My name is Valerie. Miss Brooks to you. We are absolutely not on familiar terms.”
Her blonde hair is bouncing with every word. Her cheeks are flushed and I’m finding it hard to look away from her eyes. It’s the same determination I saw in my office when she told me she had never had an orgasm. Except this time, her look is spiked with vitriol, and it’s directed fully at me.
“I would expect a professional like yourself to understand the importance of keeping appointments,” she spits at me. “You’ve just cost me my most important client, and for what! To go out partying all night?! How old are you?!”
She pauses and I wait for her to speak again. My silence seems to enrage her even more. Then she sighs and her shoulders seem to deflate. She turns around and marches to my sofa, collapsing down onto it. She lifts those long legs and places her feet on my coffee table. Her head is in her hand as she looks out the window at the street below us.
I don’t know what to say, so I walk over slowly and pick up the glasses and bottle that Dave and I left here last night. She’s right, this is completely embarrassing and unprofessional. She has a right to be mad.
I bring the glasses to the kitchen and get us both glasses of water. When I hand it to her she accepts it without a word and takes a gulp. I sit down on the couch across from her.
“Listen, Valerie.” I pause. “Miss Brooks. I don’t know what to say.” How could I begin to tell her I tried to get obliterated last night just to get her out of my head? That’s going to sound like total bullshit if I try to explain. She’s got those blue eyes drilled on me now and all I want to do is pull her over to my sofa and crush my lips against hers. I want to rip that skirt off her and grab her perfect ass.
“I have no excuse, and I’m sorry,” I continue. “If there’s anything I can do to - “ She takes a deep breath and holds up her hand.
“Look, thanks. I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m sorry to barge in like this.” Her voice is softer and she looks away from me, staring off out the window again. Her neck is long and graceful, and the way the sun is hitting her face makes it look like she’s glowing. I’ve never seen a woman like this before.
She’s tough and successful, obviously, but there’s a softness to her that makes me want to touch her. My hands are aching for her. I can feel my cock twitching in my boxers and I will myself to get up and look away from her. I need to get some pants on.
When I walk back into the living room, fully clothed this time, she’s standing and walking towards the front door. I rush towards her. She can’t leave yet!
“Where are you going? I mean.. Can I make it up to you?”
She turns on her heels and looks at me, eyes narrowing. There’s a glint in them that I don’t recognise.
“I’m going home, Doctor O’Neill. And then I’m going to go to lunch with my best friend and I’m going to tell her exactly what your penis looked like when you fell over trying to get out of bed.”
What did she just say? My mouth drops open and once again she’s rendered me speechless. The glimmer in her eye makes me want her even more. We stand still in front of each other. She raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to respond. The corner of my mouth twitches up into a smile.
“Call me Clay,” I finally say. “I think seeing me naked qualifies us for first name basis.”
“Alright, Clay.” She pauses, as if she’s tasting the way my name feels on her tongue. “I guess we can go with Val for now. But you’re on probation,” she says, pointing her long finger at me. I like the fire in her.
She relaxes now, tucks her hair behind her ear and undoes the button on her blazer with a sigh. Her body looks incredible. She’s wearing a tight top that make
s her tits look perky and gorgeous, right above her small waist. In a second, before I know what I’m doing I’ve crossed the distance between us and wrapped her in my arms.
My heartbeat fills my ears as I tangle my fingers into her hair and tilt her head up. In an instant I’m crushing my lips into hers. Her mouth opens and my tongue explores her, tasting how sweet and soft she is. I pull her into me and nothing matters except the way her smell surrounds me and the way she tastes and feels in my arms. It’s more than I could have imagined. My cock is rock hard, and I don’t think it’s ever felt this good to hold a woman close to me.
I want this moment to last forever, and I run my hand from the small of her back to the top of her ass. How can it feel this good to kiss someone! And then, it’s like she comes to her senses. Her body tenses in my arms and she pushes me away. Her mouth is hanging open in shock and all I want to do is taste it again. I try to move towards her but she backs away instinctively. Without a word, she turns around and rushes out the door, once again slamming it behind her.
Chapter 19 - Valerie
My exit from Clay’s apartment is a blur. I’m practically running to my car. My heart is in my throat and my chest is heaving as I gulp in the air. The noise of traffic is just one big wall of sound assaulting my ears. I need quiet. I need stillness. Finally I make it to my car. I jump in the driver’s seat and close the door.
What. Just. Happened.
The world is rocking and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t think straight. That felt too good, too nice to have his arms around me. I wanted him to touch me and grab me and hold me close. I could feel the ridges in his abs as he pressed himself into me. And his cock, his cock!
My hand flies up to my chest and I close my eyes, leaning back on the headrest. I could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. It was enough to send a rush of blood between my legs. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Why did I run away? It was just too much. How could I want him so badly? Especially after what happened this morning! How dare he grab me and kiss me like that!
My head is spinning. I don’t know what to think. My body runs hot and then cold when my anger is replaced with desire, and then outrage, and then pure, feverish, red-hot lust.
How DARE he.
But… I liked it.
A lot.
Who am I kidding of course I liked it! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I first laid eyes on him. And his body felt so good, strong and warm and muscular when he pressed himself against me. I practically melted into a puddle on the floor the minute his lips touched mine. I close my eyes and imagine his taste and the way his tongue played with mine.
It’s not right to want someone this badly.
Chapter 20 - Clay
Her lips tasted better than I could have imagined. My heart is racing just thinking about how close she was to me, the way her body fit into mine, the feeling of her breasts pressed up against my chest. My arms feel empty now that she’s gone and I don’t know what to do about it.
All I want is to feel her in my arms again, to press my lips against hers. I need her. My head's a mess right now. I turn around my apartment not knowing where to look. The bright sunlight is streaming in through the windows but all I can see is the emptiness of my apartment.
Without thinking I grab my keys and run out the door after her. I can’t let her slip away like this. I run down the stairs and out onto the street, looking all around for her. Where did she go!
I take a chance and turn left, sprinting down the road. People are jostling on the street to get past me and I feel like a salmon swimming upstream. I rush through them, trying to get a glimpse of her. Any head of blonde hair makes me look twice as I move down the street. I turn around and look behind me. My eyes are scanning the crowd, back and forth.
When I saw her out the window on the weekend she got into a silver car. I’m scanning the street, looking for her or her car or any hint that she’s here. I slow down and make a full circle, taking one last look around me.
She’s gone.
I let my hands fall to my side and then bring them up to rub my head. She must have gone the other way or driven off already.
I can’t believe I let her leave like that. I had her in my arms and I let her slip away!
Deflated, I turn around to head back to my apartment. I round the corner when I hear something. It sounds like someone calling my name.
“Clay!”
I turn around and there she is, running towards me. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The sun is glinting off her blonde hair and it looks like spun gold. She’s struggling to make her way through the people, her blazer open and trailing behind her. Our eyes are glued onto one another and I start moving towards her.
She came back.
My heart jumps to my throat and I move towards her, taking a few steps until she jumps into my arms. Our lips meet once again and I taste the sweetness of her kiss. I feel whole. Nothing matters right now except the woman in my arms, her touch, her smell, her kiss.
We stumble into my apartment and she claws at my shirt. Her skin is the softest I’ve ever felt and we fall into each other without restraint. Her hands run over my body, exploring me. Her touch is soft but insistent, I never want her to stop touching me.
Her top disappears somewhere between the living room and the bedroom. I grab her by the waist and lay her down on the bed, laying myself down on top of her. I can feel her breasts pressing into my chest again, her stomach against me, her legs intertwined between mine. I can’t stop kissing her. Our breath mixes as we rush to touch each other, to feel each other, to push our bodies together like they’re not meant to be apart.
Her hands are all over me and I never want her to stop touching me. Every time her hand passes over my chest I feel my heart jump to meet it. This isn’t supposed to feel this good. I slip my hands behind her back and unclasp her bra. Her tits fall free and I bend my head down to kiss them. She moans as my mouth meets her nipples, licking and biting them gently. I’m almost frantic, just wanting to be nearer to her. My cock is so hard it hurts as it strains in my pants.
I move my hands down her stomach, kissing my way down to the hem of her skirt. When I take her skirt off my breath catches in my throat. I look at her face, her half-closed eyes and she almost timidly spreads her legs in front of me. My cock has been hard since this morning but all I want now is to be inside her.
Instead, I dive head first between her legs and finally taste the sweet saltiness of her slit. I eat her and taste her, running my tongue all over her until she’s squirming and arching her back and screaming my name. Her hands are on my head and I don’t want to stop.
She pulls me up and I see a kind of surprise in her eyes. She’s breathing heavily and trying to say something. Gently, gently, I run my fingers down he slit and into her opening and I feel her shiver and relax into my touch.
Chapter 21 - Valerie
Clay’s tongue feels like ecstasy. He’s looking at me with those dark eyes and all I can think about is his hands and his mouth all over me. My body is ablaze. His fingers are sliding up and down my slit and finally he slides two inside my opening. They move inside me effortlessly and my walls contract around his fingers. I moan as I feel him moving them in and out, rubbing the inside of my walls in a way I’ve never felt before.
His head dips back down and he starts swirling his tongue around my clit again. I gasp. I’ve never felt anything like this. My head is spinning and my whole body is electric with desire. I can’t think about anything, only the white hot heat burning between my legs.
Clay’s tongue and fingers work in tandem and I gasp. I feel myself contract around his hands as he slips another finger inside me. I weave my fingers through his tousled hair and grip onto his head, grinding my hips in sync with his movements.
He’s moaning as he tastes me and I realise he’s enjoying this as much as I am. The thought of him loving the taste of me makes
the heat burn hotter and I feel myself getting closer to the edge. My heart beats faster but I can’t think about it, all I can think about is him and what he’s doing to me right here, right now.
Our bodies are made for each other. We move together and grind together and moan together. The electric heat in my centre grows every time Clay moves his fingers or tastes me with his tongue.
Clay slips his fingers out of me and slides his fingers up towards my bud. He rolls it between his fingers and the heat in the pit of my stomach becomes almost too much to handle.
I grip his hair a bit harder and he drops his head back down towards me. In an instant, his fingers are inside me, rubbing the tender spot at the front of my opening and his tongue is working magic over my bud.
My eyes close, my arms and legs fall open and my back arches out of my control. The blazing heat washes through me in waves, sending tingling from my centre out to each extremity. A loud moan escapes my lips and I fall into the pleasure of his touch. My walls are contracting around his fingers in a way I’ve never felt before and I gasp as he continues to touch me.
Before I know what’s happening I’m flying over the edge and my body is out of my control. Clay doesn’t stop and I lean into this moment, feeling the heat and pleasure rush through my body.
With my eyes closed all I can do is let the pleasure wash over me, give in to the moment and give in to Clay. My wetness envelops his fingers and his mouth and he moans with me, enjoying my orgasm with me.
The heat subsides slowly and I can breathe again. I gently push his head away from me. He slides his fingers out of me and gently kisses the inside of my thigh. He looks up at me and his gaze is soft, almost tender.
He did it.
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