by Nella Tyler
I broke away from Zeke’s lips and looked up into his eyes. “Do you want to stop? Because I don’t,” I said in a whisper. He chuckled lowly and guided my hand down to the front of his jeans.
“Does this feel like I want to stop?” I felt the rock-hard ridge of his erection and giggled as quietly as I could.
I slithered out from underneath him and held out my hand, my heart pounding in my chest at what I knew I would be doing next. “We have to be quiet—remember?” I led him back down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door behind us. As added insurance, I took my phone out of my pocket and set it up on a speaker, choosing music at random—not loud enough to wake Brady up or keep him awake, but hopefully enough to cover the noises that Zeke and I wouldn’t be able to keep from making.
As soon as the music began to play, Zeke stepped closer to me once more, ducking down to kiss me once again. I wrapped my arms around him and melted against his body, tingling all over already, kissing him back as if I wanted to devour him whole. My hands slid over his back, feeling the ridges and lines of his shoulders, the bumps of his spine, the heat of him. He caressed me all over, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them carefully through the fabric of my clothes, making me moan. I completely forgot about the music, about Brady, about everything but the feeling of his body and the taste of his lips.
We pulled and tugged at each other’s clothes as things got hotter and hotter; I managed to get his tee shirt up to his shoulders, but he was in the midst of taking off my shirt and our arms got tangled, forcing us to pull back from the kiss to laugh and then finish what we were doing. Bit by bit, our clothes came off, and Zeke’s mouth left mine to dip down to the tops of my breasts, to my collarbones, his hands exploring, bringing my breasts up to his mouth one after the other for him to kiss and lick and suck until I was trembling from how turned on I was, until I couldn’t even think anymore.
I worshipped his body with my mouth and hands, touching and tasting and kissing and licking and nibbling. We were both down to our underwear in a matter of moments and he pressed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his own, bringing his lips up to mine to kiss me until I was almost breathless. I twisted and writhed underneath him, dragging my lips along the column of Zeke’s throat, arching into his touches as he caressed me. I could feel I was already absolutely soaking wet; I could feel my muscles tightening in little spasms as Zeke rocked his hips against mine to tease me.
He kissed a path down my body slowly, lingering at my breasts, taking the time to lavish attention on every inch of each breast, to worship one nipple and then the other, before moving down to my ribs, to my abdomen. I shivered, grabbing at his head and shoulders, writhing underneath him as Zeke came to my hips and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties.
“Oh God,” he murmured, looking up at me with gleaming, glittering eyes. “I can already tell you’re so hot and wet…” He pressed a kiss against my labia through the thin lace of my panties and chuckled. I lifted my hips up off of the bed and he tugged my panties down, almost ripping them—but I didn’t care.
Before I could prepare myself, Zeke buried his face against my soaking wet pussy, his tongue sliding up and down along my labia. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth as I felt a cry of pleasure working up from somewhere in the pit of my stomach; he spread my legs wider, nuzzled against me, and began to suck and lick, lapping up my fluids and teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I shook and trembled, my hips bucking as he worshipped me with his mouth, pressing deeper along my inner labia, bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit and then sliding down again. I tangled my fingers in his hair, twisting and writhing, struggling to keep from being too loud as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
He brought me to the edge of orgasm again and again, flicking his tongue against my clit until it was difficult for me to muffle the sounds of my pleasure, no matter how much I covered my mouth with my hands or my arm. “God—Jesus—you’re good at that,” I muttered, my hips twisting to get better contact between Zeke’s tongue and my clit as he dipped down to my inner labia. He murmured against my skin, and I could feel him smiling as he brought one hand down between my legs. He rubbed his fingertips against my inner labia and brought his tongue up to my clit once more, and as he slid one finger inside of me, he sucked my pleasure center between his lips and began to flick his tongue against it faster than ever. I grabbed for a pillow and covered my face with it, crying out in pleasure as wave after wave of sensation coursed through my veins and crackled through my nerves.
He kept going, sucking and licking, sliding his fingers inside of me as my orgasm intensified. I moaned out again and again into the pillow, pressing it against my mouth as pleasure overwhelmed me. I twisted and writhed and squirmed, arching up off of the bed, pushing my hips down, panting through the fabric of my pillowcase until I almost couldn’t breathe anymore. I shoved the pillow away from my face and gasped for air, trembling as he finally began to slow down and then stop, pulling back and pressing a sloppy kiss against my inner thigh.
I panted and gasped for breath as he kissed a path up from my hips to my mouth, pressing his body against mine, rocking his hips to let me feel the hard ridge of his cock rubbing along my hip, my thigh. I was completely out of it—still so turned on that I couldn’t think of anything but how much I wanted more, in spite of the fact that I had only just climaxed. I reached down and slipped my fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down over his hips, struggling to get them past his thighs.
He chuckled. “I would have thought you’d want to go slow,” he murmured, kissing me lightly on the lips.
“Screw that right now,” I told him, still panting slightly from the moments before. “Brady could wake up at any moment and this would be over.” Zeke shook against me, laughing, his face buried against my neck to muffle the noise.
“Okay,” he murmured against my ear. He slithered and kicked and shifted on top of me, and all at once he was fully naked, his knees sliding up under my legs, his hard, hot cock rubbing against my soaking wet labia slowly. “How can you be so patient during a session and so impatient right now?” I rolled my eyes and rubbed myself against him.
“You feeling patient right now?” His breath hitched in his throat and he chuckled.
“Now that you mention it…” He shifted against me and I felt his fingers brush against my slick folds as he lined himself up. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, and pushed my hips down into his as he thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch. I buried my face against his neck and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we began to move together. He felt so good—so thick, hot, and perfect inside of me—that I almost came right away. Zeke moaned against my neck and then dragged his lips up to mine to kiss me hungrily.
We began moving faster and faster, and the friction between us was so good—it was enough to drive me crazy. I kissed him over and over again, and let my hands trail all over his body. “God, this feels perfect… You feel perfect…” I nipped at his earlobe, and he chuckled lowly in my ear, pressing a kiss to my neck as he started thrusting harder and faster. I writhed underneath him, pushing my hips down, taking him deeper and deeper inside me. I tried to hold back—I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible—but every second, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
All at once, the very last of my self-control dissolved. I felt the tension deep down between my hips breaking, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me once again. Zeke kissed me hungrily, pounding into me, and I felt his cock twitching inside of me right before he moaned out long and low against my shoulder. He shuddered and my climax intensified as he came, thrusting hard and fast inside of me until he finished.
Every nerve in my body tingled as we both shook in the aftermath of coming, panting and gasping for breath. I drifted off a bit, able to hear the music once more, warm, sweet electricity humming in my veins. “That—that was amazing,” I said as he slid off of me and collapse
d on the bed by my side.
“Better than the first time,” he agreed. I nodded breathlessly, twisting around and turning onto my side. I could feel the slick stickiness between my legs, feel the heat of him deep inside of me.
All at once, the enormity of what I’d done flashed through my brain like lightning. I had had sex with Zeke—again. I had invited him over to my house on a personal visit, and I had slept with him. I couldn’t even pretend to myself that I was objective anymore, that I was professional and detached. “Zeke,” I said quietly.
“Hm? Something wrong?” He turned to face me in the bed, his face tight with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No—no, you didn’t,” I said, smiling slightly to reassure him. “There’s just a problem.” I took a deep breath. I knew I had to make up my mind. I had to do what was right: I had to find out if Zeke was willing to be with me—to really be with me—and then I had to do what I had to do. I would either gain a boyfriend or lose a client. Either way, I might lose my career.
“What’s the problem? Maybe I can help.” I laughed, burying my face against the pillow for a moment.
“The problem is that I’m in love with you.”
Chapter Forty
Zeke
I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I’d stared at Natalie for a full minute after she told me she loved me. In spite of the fact that I’d started to believe that she might have feelings for me, I hadn’t expected her to confess them—certainly not that strongly or that openly. “You’re in love with me?” I pulled myself up to look down at her. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure?” She laughed wryly. “I have spent the past…I don’t know, months? Trying to convince myself that I wasn’t in love with you. I’ve been pushing it out of my mind, over and over again. I told myself that I was just reacting to how much better than the rest of my clients you were, or the fact that you saved me, or…” She shrugged.
“I’m better than the rest of your clients?” I grinned.
“Of course you are, you big idiot,” she said sharply. “You know you are.”
“How am I better?”
Natalie rolled her eyes, lifting herself up onto her elbows. For a second, the sight of her naked breasts distracted me—she was so fucking gorgeous. “Are you seriously asking me how you’re better than the rest of my clients when I’m basically on the path to destroying my career right now, all because I’m in love with you?” I kissed her lightly on the forehead, and pulled back, draping my arm over her waist.
“I’m in love with you, too,” I told her quietly. “I thought it was just—basically—the fact that you’re beautiful, and that we were spending time together, and just one of those things, you know?” She smiled slightly, nodding that she understood what I meant. “But I’ve been on dates with other women, and none of them are even worth looking at next to you.”
“Oh—that’s right,” she said, smiling wryly. “You’ve gone out with all of what—two other women?”
“Hey, it’s valid,” I countered. “Neither Brigitte or Chelsea was anything next to you.”
“I guess I can’t be that mad,” she said. “I mean, you were supposed to date other women as practice and supposed to date the women that Katie matched you up with.”
“Technically, if you want to be real about it, Katie succeeded,” I pointed out. “She found me a match—and way before she promised to have it done by.”
“Oh, are you going to give her a bonus for that?” Natalie laughed and then sighed. “Maybe a bonus would keep her from firing me for getting involved with a client.”
“Would she really fire you?” She shrugged.
“Not if I quit first,” she said. She closed her eyes for a moment. “Look—I need to know, Zeke: is this just… is it just because you like me a lot because I’m fun and interesting…”
“And hot, and smart, and incredibly patient,” I added.
“I have to make a choice,” she said, sitting up in the bed. “If I decide to stay with you…if I decide to actually see you, to date you, then I can’t work at the agency anymore.” She swallowed and looked at me. “Even if Katie wouldn’t fire me, I wouldn’t feel right going on practice dates with coaching clients while I was seeing you.” I looked up at her for a long moment, and then I sat up.
“I want to be with you,” I told her. I reached out and found her hand amongst the sheets and gripped it tight. “I’ve wanted to be with you for weeks. I thought—like you did—that it was just some stupid infatuation thing, that I just liked you because…” I shook my head. “But if dating other women showed me anything, it was that none of them are as perfect for me as you are.” I laughed. “I even went so far as to basically describe you to Katie, to try and steer her towards someone who might be as much like you as possible because I thought I wouldn’t—in a million years—actually get you.”
“You what?” Natalie’s eyes widened and she stared at me.
“I tried to give Katie a description of a woman that would be like you,” I explained, laughing again. “When she asked me about my preferences to start setting me up with women, I basically described you to a T—as much as I thought I could, without setting off some kind of alarm.”
“And…”
“And the woman she set me up with was just…” I shook my head. “I knew in the first fifteen minutes of the date that it wasn’t going to work between us.” I looked down at our hands. “Even before this, I’ve never met a woman who makes me feel like you do.” I glanced at Natalie’s face. She was smiling, with tears in her eyes. “Hey, don’t cry.”
“I’m not going to cry,” she said, shaking her head even as a tear rolled down her cheek. “It’s just so crazy, don’t you think?” She sighed and brought her free hand up to rub at her eyes. “So obviously I’m going to have to quit. That…” she shook her head again. “That is going to make life interesting for Brady and me.”
“You can’t wait to get a job lined up?”
Natalie shrugged. “Do you want to keep this a secret? Because I’d have to. And eventually, you’d have to tell Katie that you’ve found someone. In the meantime, you’d have to at least pretend to date other people.” She met my gaze. “I really—really—don’t want you to do that. Please.”
“Then I’ll get you a job in the office where I work,” I told her. “I can’t hire you directly under me—obviously—but I could get someone else to hire you. You’re smart, you’ve got tons of skills, I’m sure you’d be a great fit somewhere.” I smiled. “Or…”
“Or?” I swallowed; the thought that had occurred to me was definitely the better option in my mind, but Natalie was so independent, so self-willed, that I wasn’t sure how she’d take it.
“Or, I can support you, if you wanted to be a full-time mom,” I said finally. “Just—just if you wanted it. I wouldn’t in a million years try to make you do anything you didn’t want, but it is an option.”
Natalie stared at me. “You’d…support me?” I held her gaze for a long moment and nodded. “Or—or get me a job at your company? Just…just to stay with me?”
“Of course,” I said, laughing. “I’d do whatever I needed to do to keep you.” I cleared my throat. “And Brady, of course.” I grinned wryly. “I like that kid. And like you said—he needs a father figure.”
“You’re…you want to be his father figure?” She stared at me with wide eyes.
“Well, I mean…” I shrugged. “I don’t want to overstep my boundaries or anything, but if I’m dating you seriously…if we end up together long-term…”
“You’re thinking about long-term?” I reached out and pulled Natalie into my arms, pressing her body against mine.
“If I didn’t think it was way too soon, I’d ask you to marry me right now,” I murmured in her ear. “Besides, I haven’t had time to get a ring.” I kissed her on the lips, holding her tight.
“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t actually believe it.”
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nbsp; “You’d better believe it,” I told her. I kissed her forehead, her nose, each of her cheeks, and then her lips again. “When that asshole attacked you…that was when I knew. I mean, I really knew.”
“Why didn’t you say something then?” Natalie looked up at me from my chest.
“Because I didn’t think you felt the same way,” I explained. “But now I know. And, you’re going to have a much harder time shaking me now that I know you feel this way.” I squeezed her waist. “I plan on sticking around. After all, the whole reason I wanted to use the matchmaking service was because I wanted to find someone I could marry.” Natalie laughed.
“I guess that makes sense,” she said, laughing again. “I guess in that case, you should probably stay the night. Brady will be so thrilled to see you at breakfast.” I laughed with her, and pulled her down between the sheets with me, holding her close. “Whose apartment are we going to live in?” I considered it.
“You know, I feel like I want to get a real house, for the two of us,” I told her. “With a yard and all that. We could get a dog for Brady, walk to the park. It’ll be great.” Natalie stared at me for a moment, still shocked, but gradually she started to warm up and lose her surprise, and we lay in bed, talking about the future. I couldn’t wait to get started on it; I was definitely done with practice.
Epilogue
I stepped through the doors at the agency and out onto the sidewalk, looking around me; it didn’t look different—and I had expected that it would. It was my last meeting with Katie, and my last official day of working for her as a dating coach. It should feel different. It should look different. The landscaping up and down the street looked exactly the same as it always had and so did the building. I shook my head, smiling to myself as I started towards the garage where my car waited. I couldn’t afford to stand around staring at things—I had somewhere to be.
Brady and Zeke would be waiting for me at the park. I had—for once—a real date, with a man I was in love with. After spending such a long time going on dates with men I didn’t care one bit about—at least romantically—it almost felt weird to know that if Zeke wanted to kiss me, he could. If I wanted to go to bed with him, I would. Brady was warming up to him, as well, and he’d stopped making any kind of comment about me needing a man in my life.