by Ashlee Price
“No, I just don’t think that she is a good fit.”
The change of subject threw me off more and I looked at her carefully again. Something was definitely wrong.
“You were the one that told me to use her, Mary. I went to her on your advice alone. The contract has already been filled out, so whether we use the shoot or not, she will be taking the pictures.”
“Of course, Drake. I didn’t mean…”
I cursed myself silently for being so harsh. Everything about me was wired up and it showed. I was used to being calm and relaxed, but waiting on Erin was becoming more of a burden than I would have thought.
“Sorry, Mary. I don’t know what is with me today.”
She started to say something and then stopped. I was sure that I didn’t want to really hear it anyways, so I didn’t ask what she wanted to say. Mary was not the type to keep it in long, so I was going to take it as a blessing that she was willing to do that today.
Mary kind of grinned and there was a look that I understand all too well. She wanted me, and when she moved to the door and locked it behind her, I knew exactly what her angle was going to be. I couldn’t deny that my body was raring to go for that very thing. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t Erin. She was hot and wet and would be willing and ready for me. For a moment, I almost went with the easy way out, knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.
“I don’t think now is the time, Mary.”
She kind of pouted a little, but she was still moving closer to me. I was still sitting down, and before long she was on her knees in front of me. I watched her, a little transfixed at where she was and what she was planning. I couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous and so damn willing.
“Just relax, Drake. I know what you need, baby.”
She did, God, she did, but I wasn’t ready for it. I pushed her away as gently as I could, but it took a little more pressure on her shoulders for her to really get it. I didn’t want that or her, and suddenly a look of fury was on her face. It may have been overrun quickly with a more acceptable emotion, but for a moment she looked at me with hatred in her eyes.
“Come on, Drake. I know that you want me. Look how hard he is.”
She grabbed the hardness, and I growled at her. It was as close to torture as I had ever experienced, and the last thing I wanted to do was keep it going. I sat up and moved towards the closed door. Unlocking it and flinging it open, I tried to catch my breath and fix the hard length that was getting pulled and pressed on. “I’m sorry, Mary, but I really must ask you to leave. There is a meeting in a little while and I have to prepare.”
I knew that I had made her mad, upset her, so many different things, in my actions of the last few moments, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t going to pretend that I wanted her, when all I could think about was Erin. That woman was really starting to get to me, and it became clear that I wasn’t going to be happy until I had her in my arms.
Chapter 4 – Erin
The ride home was a long one. I couldn’t believe that I had left. It made me wonder if that was going to be considered reneging on my end of the bargain, but I didn’t care. He had got what he said he wanted. Drake had gotten a date from me and even a kiss. The latter was still making my lips tingle a little. Why did he bother me in such a way? It was bad enough when he was close to me, but when we had been dancing and his hands had traveled up my back, there was nothing that I could do to stop it. Me pushing him away was the only thing that I could think of, and it had been a last ditch effort to save myself.
Now I was regretting the move. I wished more than anything that I had let him kiss me and seen where it was all going to turn out. I wanted him, and since it had been so long since my last boyfriend, I was ready to move on to the next step. As soon as his lips had touched mine, there was nothing else that had mattered. Why had I ended it, knowing that it was something that I needed more than life at the moment?
I looked through my purse to grab my phone. I wasn’t even back to the museum yet and I was already thinking about calling him. Maybe I could invite him over for a nightcap, anything to get him next to me and looking at me like that again. When I realized that my phone was not there, there was a minute of worry, but before long I saw it as a blessing in disguise. The last thing I needed to do was to contact Drake and let him know how desperate he made me.
Instead, I went home and shut myself up in the apartment above the place where I worked. It was quiet when I got there. After sitting in the dark for a time, I got undressed and went to bed. I knew that I had messed up and let things go too far, but so help me, I was more upset for stopping it than starting it. The man was handsome and confident, two things that I was attracted to because I lacked both. How many chances would a girl like me get, with a guy like him?
The next morning, when I finally got down stairs and got into my office, I was greeted with several vases of flowers. All of the roses in my office made the place smell heavenly and I didn’t have to look at the tag to see who they were from. I knew that it was Drake who had done it, and I couldn’t help the slight melting of my heart. Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe he wasn’t just interested in a few moments in bed, maybe he wanted more. I really wished I didn’t have so many unanswered questions in my mind. I wished I just knew where I stood with him.
***
He asked me out the next night, and the next night. We went out for a week straight, and every night I waited for him to kiss me again. I just wanted him to touch me like he had that night we went dancing and he swept me off of my feet. I was falling for the man, but after a couple of weeks of dating him every night, I was starting to think he was never going to make another move. It was driving me so crazy that I almost started a kiss myself a couple of times. It wasn’t in me, though, and instead I just waited for him to want me again. His eyes and face told me that he did, but to my chagrin he never made a play for more. I was starting to think that he was just trying to make me insane, and if that’s what it was, he was doing a very good job of it. I didn’t know what was expected of me, but I did know that I wanted Drake. After he drove me home and pecked me on the cheek, I wondered if I would go out with him again. There was nothing that could be done about it, though. I went home alone and spent another long night thinking of him.
When he called me the next day, I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I usually was. I had spent the last two weeks thinking about nothing but Drake, but it wasn’t doing me any good. Instead of being happy and floating on clouds like I had first imagined, going out with a handsome billionaire was harder than I had thought. He took me to all of the finest restaurants, but he just wasn’t making a move for what we both really needed. Was it all because I had denied him the first time, or had he lost interest?
The idea of it made me nervous, so when he called to ask me out, I told him no. I had to work late at the museum, true, but I knew that I could have gotten out of it if I was so inclined. The fact was that I couldn’t take another night of torture from him. Not the way I was feeling. I figured it was best for both of us if I kept my distance. I didn’t know what I was doing anyways.
***
The museum was dark, and I was starting to think that I needed some lights on so I wouldn’t spook myself. There was nothing else to do, but I hadn’t gone upstairs like I should have. I didn’t want to face lying there thinking of what I couldn’t have, so instead I just started doing some paperwork for the following week. I was up and figured I might as well get something done.
When I heard the sound behind me, it made me jump. I wasn’t expecting the very man I was avoiding to be there.
“Drake, what are you doing here?”
He waved the keys a little and smiled at me. “Thought I would take a look at the place. I saw the lights on and was hoping that you were still down here working. How long are you going to avoid me?”
I looked away from the searing look in his eyes and shook my head to tell him that I wasn’t avoiding him. I was just busy, I assured him. He di
dn’t believe me, and there was something in his dark eyes that made me pause a little. The look of the first date we had together was back, and I didn’t want to change his mind. I had spent all of this time telling myself that there was nothing going on, but now I thought that there could be again, and it was all I could think about.
My back was against the receptionist desk and the solid wood made me feel trapped in a way. Drake had me cornered, and I thought he was finally going to give me what I really needed. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of me and his hand went up to touch my cheek ever so softly. “Can I kiss you?”
I was surprised by the question and I couldn’t speak, though my head nodded for me. I was beyond the need for a kiss, and I knew that if he didn’t do it soon I was going to come out of my skin. That was how I felt, and there was nothing else that I could do but lean in the last few inches to press my lips against his. I was sick of waiting for him to take the hint. I had waited too long for it, and I was not going to give Drake a chance to change his mind again. He was to be mine, and that was the end of it.
His lips were not as soft as they had been the first time he had kissed me. Instead of being soft and gentle, he was more aggressive. His body pinned mine against the side of the desk. I didn’t even feel the wood digging into my back until he had lifted me up and set me up another foot. My arms wrapped around his neck instinctually, and soon my legs were wrapping round his waist just the same. I couldn’t get enough of him. His hard body was driving me to a point of no return.
Chapter 5 – Erin
“Let’s get out of here.”
I opened my eyes a little, but it was hard to really look at him. Everything was fuzzy and I had to stop my body from moving against him. He felt too good to just be nonmoving next to. I wanted to rub myself against him as I had before, but I realized then how beyond control I was. I was acting like a wanton woman, and it embarrassed me to no end. The man was just driving me crazy.
“Do you want to leave or stay?”
He started to pull away and I heard a whimper in the air. I didn’t want to think that it had come from me, but I knew that it had. There was no question that it was the reason that I was finding it hard to look into his face. I felt embarrassed by the way he was making me feel and by the way I was acting.
Drake seemed to get that I wasn’t able to answer him. He helped me down from the counter, steadying me on wobbly knees before he finally started to walk me out of the museum. He had enough composure to lock it behind him, but it took me a little more time to get it together. There was a car waiting for us, and as soon as we got into the back seat together, Drake’s lips were on me and I was ready to explode from their skill. Then his target was my neck and shoulders before he kissed me once more on my mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, because by the time the car had pulled up in front of his house, I would have agreed to anything.
The place was huge. It was something that I hadn’t considered before but now found interesting. He was rich beyond what I could even imagine, and the discrepancies were hard to ignore, even in my current state of need. It was hard not to see that he was far out of my league. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing there.
My mind started to take it all in, but I wasn’t sure what I should do. Drake didn’t give me long to figure it out, because he was already pulling me into the house, and before long he was pushing me into a room that I was sure was his bedroom. It was as manly as he was, and I looked at the décor for as long as I was able to think. Once he was behind me and pressing me back against him, his lips went to my neck and I was lost in his touch.
It wasn’t long before Drake was unzipping the dress and pulling it down slowly. It stopped at my slim hips, and he used both of his large hands to pull it down the rest of the way. I was shivering in his arms and I could feel the readiness that was at my core. I had waited far too long, and with a man like Drake, there was no way that I could say no. I didn’t want to.
His hands rubbed on my stomach and backside, pulling me closer to the part of him that was harder than all of the rest. Drake rubbed it against me as his hands moved lower down my body. His fingers and touch became feather-light. Shivers were running through my body and I was left shaking in front of him. Only when he moved his one hand in between my legs and pushed underneath my panties did I snap out of the moment. I jerked with the touch and the growl that he made in my ear when he realized how wet and ready I was for him.
“I see that we have both waited long enough.”
His fingers pressed inside of me, and I cried out with the sudden wave of pleasure. I had wanted him so much that all it had taken was one moment of entry to push me over the edge. I felt the fluid gush down my legs, and I could tell that he wasn’t ready for it. There was another sound in my ear as he moved his fingers to prolong my pleasure. It had been so long since I had someone else touching me and it felt amazing. I was ready to explode from it all, and only when I begged him to stop did his fingers stop pressing in and rubbing me.
“Get on the bed, Erin.”
The voice did not sound like the same man who had met me at the museum. I snuck a look back and saw him struggling to get his clothes off. He was not as assured as he usually was, and I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so horny at the moment. Drake was hard under his clothes, and it was the first time that I had seen his hair-covered chest. His abs were rock hard and rippling, and again all I could think about was touching them. He was more than a little handsome; he was downright sexy. I had never been with a man who looked like him. When he noticed me gawking at him, he reminded me what I was supposed to be doing.
I looked behind me and saw the bed that he was talking about. It seemed huge, just like him, and when I lay down on one side of it, it felt like I was being swallowed by the mattress. I felt tiny in the large bed and even smaller when Drake started to move towards me with a determined look. His hard rod was swinging between his legs as he got on the bed in front of me and grabbed my legs, jerking me towards him in one fluid motion. I made a shrieking sound in surprise, but he wasn’t hearing me. It was clear that he had only one thing on his mind, and I was not going to even admit that I felt the exact same way. I needed him more than I needed my next breath.
Drake dragged his length against me and there was no more time for foreplay. I had already come once and I was eager for more. When I felt the thick head rubbing where his fingers had just been, something came over me that I had never felt before. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. What I needed was for him to be inside of me. When I told him as much, he immediately began thrusting forward to give me what I wanted.
Having caught a glimpse of his size seconds before, I was sort of prepared for him. My body certainly was, dripping wet with need for him, but I wasn’t ready for something that huge. It felt too big inside of me, stretching every bit of my sheath as he made his way as far in as he could go. Drake pushed deeper as I pressed my hand against his chest. It was just too much, and before long I was trying to move away, backing up desperately to get away from his enormous member.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Erin, not after I have chased you around for weeks. Just give it time.”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be giving him time for, but I knew that he was right about the fact that I was going nowhere. He moved down to cover my body with his own, and the action pushed him deeper. His arms held me in place and I could do nothing but close my eyes and feel. It felt so good that I was on the verge of losing myself once again before he had stroked in and out three times. I don’t know what kind of magic he had over me, but it was rather clear right then when he had me quickly forgetting what my own name was.
“Please, Drake, I can’t.”
He kind of chuckled and moved in quicker than he had before. The sudden fullness took my breath away and pushed me over the edge I had been teetering at. My grasp on his biceps got a little tighter as my body contracted. It was too much. I was begging him to give me a moment.
I needed him to slow down, but with each squeeze of my inner walls, he just moved faster, making every part of my body scream with release. Still I couldn’t move, not with his strong arms pinning me where I was.
I was beyond done when he finally slowed down enough to shoot his need deep. It was hot and came out with force, burning my insides. My hand was trying to push him off of me, but I had no strength after the repeated orgasms. I felt like my whole body was weak. The only relief given was when he finally pulled out of me. I gasped at the wave of fluid that gushed to my thighs and the sheets below me.
Drake’s eyes darkened as he looked from me to the cloth below. It was like he was drawn to it, and before long he tasted me in a different way than before. I never felt so wanted in my life. The man had a way with my body that was impossible to deny. It was like he knew what I wanted more than I did myself. When he pulled me to closer to him, I just let him. His chest was hot and wet against my back, the hair tickling the sensitive skin there. I wanted more, but my body told me that I was finished.
“That’s okay, Erin. You get your sleep, because you are going to need it.”
I shivered at his words and closed my eyes. My body was humming and he felt so good beside me. I didn’t want the night to end, but I knew that it had to. I knew that whatever dream I was in was going to evaporate by morning. I wanted to remember the way his heavy arm felt around my waist, and his hard chest against my back. I didn’t want to ever forget that very moment in time.
Chapter 6 – Drake
“You need to actually listen, Drake. I don’t know where your head is, but you need to get off of whatever bimbo you did last night and focus.”
I looked up at Brandon and shot daggers at him. He had awoken me from my sleep far too early, wanting to talk about business. I had been unable to do more than give Erin a kiss goodbye before I had to leave this morning. I now remembered what he had made me miss, and there was nothing I wanted to do more at that moment than punch him. I didn’t care about the new project. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing did but getting back to Erin before she left my bed.