Truly, Madly, Deeply

by L. S. Scott

  “I slept all day, then went for a swim and took a shower. I appreciate your concern, again, Mr. Flynn, but I don’t need a babysitter.”

  I was becoming extremely agitated and questioning whether this internship was going to work out. It had been a long time since I had reported my every move to someone.

  “You are a young lady fresh out of college, in Las Vegas for the first time and under my employ. As your employer, not your babysitter, I feel a sense of responsibility toward you.”

  “As my employer, don’t you think it is a little inappropriate to be coming into my room at this time of night. You could’ve sent a girl from the front desk,” I retorted.

  “I was on my way up anyway.”

  “Well, now you see, I’m fine. So, if you will excuse me, I need to get dressed,” I said dismissively. I was lying, I was really just going to order food and watch South Park.

  “Seeing Mr. Cain again? You know you weren’t hired to fuck the guests Natalie,” he hissed.

  My mouth dropped and my eyes bugged out. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Did he talk to all his employees like this? He was going to be sued in a matter of months for sexual harassment, if he did.

  “Really?” I said in an exaggerated and loud voice. “Who was I hired to fuck, Connor?”

  The venom laced words flew from my lips. He diverted his eyes to the floor, one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair. Before he could respond, I crossed to the door and jerked it open.

  “Thank you Mr. Flynn. I will be sure to highlight that in my employee handbook,” I said sarcastically. “Now that you see that I am fine, you can carry on with your evening.”

  He turned to look at me, standing at the door, inviting him to get the hell out. Our eyes locked in an intense, electrically charged glare. I felt my face flush and in that second I felt a spark. It ignited a fire deep inside me, one that I had kept stamped out for so many years. I saw that same spark flash in his eyes. Air hissed through my teeth as I inhaled sharply.

  The door was pulled from my hand and slammed shut. My back was pressed against the door. My hips were pinned and my lips were captured, in a whirlwind of expensive cologne and heavy breathing. Even in my angered and shocked state, my lips parted willingly to let him in. His kiss burned through my body like the fuse of a firecracker. That’s what a kiss should feel like.

  The rigidity left his body and his hands released my arms to cup my face. My hands clutched his shirt that hung untucked at his side. My head was spinning as I breathed the air from his lungs into mine. Every rush of air fanned the flame inside me until a soft whimper escaped from my lips.

  Abruptly, Connor pulled his lips from mine, his hands from my face and lifted the pressure of his body against me, but I held on to his shirt.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said breathlessly, studying my expression from only inches away.

  When he tried to step away, I held him in place. I licked my swollen lips, unable to push any sensible words through them. I hadn’t felt anything since the night I was pulled from Jaron’s arms, nothing but pain and guilt and loneliness. I hadn’t even tried, until I let Nick kiss me. I didn’t know why Connor’s touch stimulated me and Nick’s didn’t, all I knew was he had just jumpstarted the dead battery of my libido.

  He wrapped his fingers around my hands to pull them from his shirt tail and placed the gently at my sides.

  “If you’ll excuse me, I should go,” he said reaching for the door handle.

  I leaned my weight heavy against the door, my eyes fixed on his. His breath was labored as he made a concerted effort to avoid looking at me. Brazenly, I untied the belt of my robe and let it fall open. The scent of coco butter wafted between us as the fabric slid apart and revealed a peek of my naked body. His jaw clenched. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he let them roam the length of me.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered.

  “I know,” I answered.

  He let go of the door. His fingers traced the outline of my neck, before sliding under the light fabric draped across my shoulders. He pushed the robe back and let it fall to the floor, all the while looking into my eyes as if he were peering into the windows of my mind. His hands smoothed lightly over my arms, raising goose bumps on my skin. A smile ghosted my face giving him the reassurance he needed.

  He clutched my ass and lifted and my arms and legs wrapped around him like a vine. His lips crushed mine, forceful and needy, his tongue searching my mouth hungrily. I arched into him, my hips rolled, desperately trying to cure the throbbing ache between my legs. I pressed my clit against the rock hard swell beneath his pants and when I found the sweet spot grinded frantically, as I spiraled quickly toward my orgasm. His lips found the tender skin of my neck, sucking and nibbling.

  “Harder,” I demanded, pressing his mouth against me, my fingers knotted in the back of his hair.

  His teeth sank deeper into my skin. My body began to shutter as the waves of release flowed through me, soaking the front of his pants.

  He turned and carried me across the room to the bed. I tugged at his shirt, tearing through the buttons, as he sat me down. I stared admiringly at his rippled torso, rubbing my fingers down the front of him unable to resist tasting his skin. I moaned when the taste hit my tongue, it was the salty taste of man, and I wanted more.

  I fumbled with his belt and quickly freed him from his slacks and briefs. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me, my mouth still caressing his stomach. I could feel his silky head brush against my neck. I nuzzled his cock, teasing it with my chin. I kissed and licked all around it, until finally I took him in my hand and trailed my tongue from base to tip. His body quaked and he groaned desperately, giving me enormous satisfaction. He may have owned the Flynn, but in that moment, I owned him.

  “What do you want Connor,” I taunted between flicks of my tongue.

  He jerked his head down, his eyes bright with lust. With his hands tangled in my hair, he guided my mouth as he thrust his hips forward. I opened up to take him in. I worked him up and down with my lips and tongue and hand until his body began to shake. I pulled away, backing onto the mattress.

  We took in the sight of one another. His broad muscular shoulders tapered down into his defined chest and abdomen. He crawled onto the bed like a stalking cat. I spread my thighs to let him in, trembling with anticipation. I sucked in a deep breath when I felt the tip push against my slit. Slowly, he pushed deeper and deeper into me, my walls stretching tightly around him. When he was as deep as he could go, I clenched and arched, rolling my hips away from him, sliding him out and back in.

  “Ooohoh, fuuu,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Six years of no sex will do that to you.

  I pulled him to me, licking and sucking his neck up to his ear. When I reached the tender skin just below his ear lobe, I sunk my teeth into him, sending a low rumble though his chest.

  “Fuck me Connor,” I growled in his ear.

  His hips began to pump, his body slamming into mine as he slid in and out.

  “Harder, Connor, harder,” I cried.

  He rose above me, clutching my thighs. Using his body for leverage, I lifted my hips, allowing him even deeper.

  “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I began to beg, as my body began to coil.

  I reached down between my legs and pressed my fingers against my clit, instantly sending my body into convulsions. Connor pulled out of me, pumping his hand over his cock, he squirted the hot, milky load on my stomach.

  He lowered his body over mine, hovering just above me on his elbows. His lips pressed against my ear sweetly before he rolled over to his back. I put my arms above my head and closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of release I hadn’t felt in so long. I closed my eyes and all I could see were stormy blue eyes staring at me through darkness.

  I jumped up without a word and headed for the bathroom. I cleaned up and splashed my face with water. I looked in
the mirror and his face was there looking back at me. I closed my eyes and hung my head, biting back the tears that threatened fall.

  When I lifted my eyes again, he was there. I blinked rapidly.

  “Hey, are you ok,” Connor asked, stepping closer to me.

  I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. He rested his chin on my shoulder and studied my reflection. The warmth of his body against my back was soothing and the heat spread quickly through me. It took mere seconds before my heart rate began to rise.

  By 3:00 a.m., we had graced almost every surface in my suite with our naked bodies.

  “Oh my God,” he gasped, collapsing onto the bed. “You’re insatiable, Natalie Mills.”

  “Well, I have a lot of pent-up sexual energy,” I mumbled, as if I were talking to myself.

  I felt him look at me so I lifted my arm from my forehead and turned to meet his quizzical gaze.

  “I didn’t sleep with Nick, Connor. In fact, I haven’t had sex in about six years until tonight.”

  “Hmph,” he smirked.

  My jaw clenched. “What?” I snipped.

  “I find that hard to believe,” he answered.

  “Well, luckily, I don’t give a damn what you believe,” I retorted, turning my eyes back to the ceiling.

  He put his fingers under my chin and pulled my face back to him.

  “I didn’t mean that as an insult. I just meant, you’re amazing and it’s hard to believe that you’re inexperienced.” I could tell he was trying to tread lightly.

  “I didn’t say I was inexperienced, just that it’s been a while.”

  My eyelids were drooping and I could feel sleep about to take over.

  “You should go Connor,” I whispered.

  His brow furrowed before he nodded with a tight lipped grin. I curled up on my side and was almost asleep before he finished dressing. I felt a light kiss on my cheek and then I was out.

  My hips rolled and swayed to the sound of the music. My eyes were closed and my fingers ran through my hair. I was aware of nothing but the sound of the music as it took over my body. Then two strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me against a rock hard body. My hips kept rolling, grinding my bare ass into the rough swollen denim zipper. He bent me over a table.

  “You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like a whore,” he growled in my ear.

  I heard the sound of a dropping zipper and a deep groan as he rammed into me. The sound of skin slapping and the legs of the table dragging across the floor filled the room as he pounded into me. My nails dug into the table top. I moaned, lifting myself up on my tiptoes, allowing him even more access to.

  “Someone likes being treated like a whore,” he taunted.

  My eyes flew open at the sound of leather clearing belt loops. I tried to raise my head, but a hand pressed between my shoulder blades holding me down. All I could see was the body of a man holding a belt doubled over in his hand.

  He pulled the belt high in the air…

  Tweet, tweet. My phone sounded from the night stand, signaling a text, roused me from my restless sleep.

  THANK YOU

  I didn’t know how to respond to the text Connor sent me the morning after we had our marathon sex session. But afraid he would show up at my door if I didn’t respond at all, I simply sent back

  YW

  I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell I was thinking. I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. Had I ruined my opportunity at The Flynn? Did Connor think I was a big slut? What happens next? And wait for it…… What would Jaron say? All these questions and more floated around in my head.

  I had been so guarded and careful to not get involved or even feel anything the whole time I was in school. How was it that he had kicked down all those walls with one kiss? Why did it have to be him, my boss? It would all be so much simpler if my body would have responded to Nicolas Cain.

  The roaring of my stomach jarred me from my self-deprecation. I rolled out of bed and into the shower. I smirked to myself when the soap stung as I washed between my legs. It had been a long time since I was sex soar.

  By the time I was showered, dressed and presentable, it was lunch time. I decided I would venture out on my last day before my job officially started. There was a great little restaurant within walking distance that Ellis had told me about, so I set out for a nice walk and lunch.

  The hostess seated me at a small out of the way table, I think she pitied me for dining alone. I didn’t mind. I made zero friends at school and unless I was at work, I always ate alone. Sometimes I called and talked to Tiffany during lunch break, but otherwise, it was just me, myself and I.

  I ordered a Dr. Pepper and stared down at the menu. Drawn to the ‘burgers’ part of the menu, I resisted and decided to try something new. I had just flipped to the pasta section when a voice sounded softly from just behind my head.

  “The chicken Alf redo is the best.”

  I looked up to see Connor’s cool grin and blue eyes twinkling down at me.

  “I don’t like white sauce,” I said nonchalantly, turning my attention back to the menu.

  “This doesn’t have to be awkward Natalie,” he said, still near my ear, one hand on the back of my chair one hand on the table in front of me.

  I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Would you like to join me for lunch, Connor,” I asked with a hint of cynicism.

  He sat at the only other chair at the small table. The waitress immediately came and offered him a menu and took his drink order. He held his hand up to wave off the menu.

  “I’ll have the Alf redo,” he said assuredly. I looked up at him over the top of my menu with a half- hearted smile.

  “Miss, are you ready to order,” she asked looking down expectantly at me.

  “I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries,” I said with a smile and passed her the menu.

  I sat back in my chair eye balling my impromptu lunch date, mulling over the questions that filled my head earlier. What was it about Connor Flynn that set my panties on fire? He sat back in his chair and met my quizzical gaze with one of his own.

  I studied him closely, from his messy sandy blonde hair, to his almond shaped sky blue eyes and thick dark lashes, to his strong chiseled jaw. Wearing a t-shirt and jeans, the hotel mogul Connor Flynn had a whole different vibe. He was still jarringly handsome, confident and oozed control, but there was something else, something familiar. I rolled my eyes at myself. It had just been a few hours since I had my mouth and hands all over him, of course he was familiar.

  “What?’ he questioned, finally breaking the silence and ending our staring game.

  I covered my face with my hands and shook my head.

  “Hey, please don’t regret it. I don’t.” His voice was almost pleading, almost sad.

  I smiled at him. “It’s not that. I, I just don’t know how to do, this.”

  “Do what?”

  “The whole casual sex thing, and then act like nothing happened. I know you probably think I’m a big ho, but I’m not.”

  “I don’t think that Natalie. My ego would like to think that I’m just that damn irresistible.” Cue roguish smile. “And who said we had to act like nothing happened?”

  “I don’t expect anything from you Connor. I just don’t want what happened to ruin my opportunity at The Flynn. I don’t want it to influence my job in any way at all.”

  His eyes narrowed as he considered what I said. He nodded.

  “Ok, no special treatment.” He smiled. When I didn’t smile back he continued. “As far as work, you will answer to Alan. He is your supervisor. He will handle your schedule, your evaluation and any other issue that may arise, related to your position. That being said, I would like to continue fostering,” he paused, “this,” he said, wagging his finger back and forth between us, “whatever this is.”

  I chewed my lip contemplatively, staring at him. Then, on came that big light bulb in my head and I saw things crystal cle
ar.

  “Did you choose me, for this?” My tone was slightly biting. He looked blank. “I mean, the upgraded suite, the car, the chocolate cake and room service, showing up at my room. Did you give me the internship because you wanted,” I deliberated and decided to hell with subtlety, “because you wanted to fuck me?”

  His brows shot up and his lips drew up in a tight grin. “Wow, that was direct.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head to the side, waiting for an answer.

  He leaned his elbows on the table, closing some distance between us.

  “You were just as qualified as the other candidate. It was a toss-up really. But when she walked out of the interview, I couldn’t have cared less. But, after your interview, I watched you walk down the hall and I was worried that I might never see you again. So, yeah, maybe the fact that I was attracted to you played a part in you being offered the internship. That doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve it.”

  “It feels wrong,” I mumbled.

  “I’m not a man who uses my money or my position to manipulate ladies into having sex with me.” His eyes dimmed with hurt feelings. “This is my first year running The Flynn, so you are my first intern. Look, if nothing else ever happens between us, so be it. I would still like us to be friends at least, enjoy a nice lunch, get to know each other. Can we do that? No pressure.”

  His voice was kind and sincere and lifted part of the weight that was dragging me down. The other I would have to reconcile with myself. I took a deep cleansing breath, smiled and nodded.

  We talked and laughed and enjoyed a very nice lunch. I heard stories of prep school and college and imparted tidbits of info about small town life in rural Arkansas. He wished me good luck on my first day at work and we parted ways with a smile on our faces.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  The Monday morning staff meeting went well, I learned some names to put with the faces and all in all everyone seemed receptive, that is except for Jessica, who iced me out.

  The first two weeks of work would be in housekeeping.