Opening her eyes, Waverly was pleased to see her affect her mouth had on him, his head was thrust back, the tendons in his neck strained.
“Fuck, fuck, Wave, so good.”
Pulling out of her mouth abruptly, he pulled back then moved down her body, the condom rolled on quickly. He pushed in, teasingly sliding the head of him barely in and out, over and over.
Pausing, he bent to kiss her then whispered, questioning her, Wave?”
“Yes, whatever it is, yes.”
He wasn’t even sure that he knew what he was asking, he began thrusting hard, his movements desperate, curling his hands around her body, holding her prisoner as he drove in. His lips on her shoulder were sucking and biting. He came then, jerking, then stilling, deep inside of her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Waverly woke to her cell phone buzzing, slowly blinked her eyes open she focused on undecorated deep blue walls, the color reminded her of Walker’s eyes. Smiling to herself, she remembered where she was, what he had done – they had done, last night, and late into the morning.
Her phone was lying on the floor, halfway across the room. At some time during the night, after alerting her repeatedly to missed texts, Walker had grabbed it off the nightstand, turned it off and thrown it across the room.
Ignoring her phone for the moment, she turned her head to the daylight streaming in the uncovered floor to ceiling windows. The room was brightly lit up with the sunshine, creating a cheerful vibe. A definite contrast to the broody, demanding man lying next to her. Waverly’s eyes inspected the hand, attached to the arm, wound across her waist, keeping her tucked up next to him. She admired his hand, the same hand that had bashed someone in the face to defend her, the same hand that had touched, smoothed and teased her body into surrender repeatedly just hours before.
Walker was sleeping on his side behind her, she wiggled around carefully beneath his arm, not wanting to wake him. Facing him, she scanned his face as he slept, he looked peaceful and less intimidating. With his mouth relaxed, the full lips she enjoyed so much were slightly fuller, more enticing. Reaching out she smoothed a finger over his brow, his hair was such a rich brown color, cut short, just slightly longer than a military cut, the slightly severe style suited him. The tattoo on his bicep just barely showed, mostly hidden under the covers he had pulled over them before he tucked her in tightly next to him. Who would have thought that such a bossy, bad ass man, would want to cuddle all night?
Sighing contentedly, she slid out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, she was horrified when she caught a look at herself in the enormous over the sink mirror. Eye makeup everywhere, crazy sex hair, and Walker had left a few small marks on her shoulder and left breast. Rubbing her fingertip over it lightly, she tried to remember exactly when he had marked her. She liked it, liked him wanting to leave a mark on her. Smiling and blushing at the memory of him, of them, last night, what they had done. Shit. Her head lifted quickly to look at herself in the mirror - this was not good. Where had cordial and business like gone, that was her plan, not waking up looking like she had the best sex of her life.
Padding quietly back into the bedroom, Walker still sleeping, had shifted so that one hand was flattened under his cheek, he looked innocent, like a child. She reminded herself that she knew better. The muscles in his broad shoulders so defined, his tattoo now on full display, his body was porn worthy, and addictive. She wanted to crawl on top of him and wake him with warm, lazy morning sex. No. She scolded herself. If she wanted to protect herself she had to get out of there, away from him and his body, quickly. She rescued and activated her phone knowing she would need to call a cab soon.
Hurrying, she located her bra hanging off a side chair in the corner, her panties peeking out from under the bed and her dress from the floor where she had dropped it. Wriggling quickly into her dress, her phone buzzed, and Walker began to wake.
“Trying to escape, Hippie Girl?”
Sleep had turned his voice rougher and deeper. Waverly hid her thoughts, turning to smile at him.
“I need to go, I’m just going to call a cab,” she replied, cursing her phone and switching it to silent. Sitting up now, the covers down to his waist, knees bent with his elbows resting on them, his spectacular chest on full display for her. Lifting her eyes to his face, after appreciating his chest, she found him smugly watching her with his eyebrows raised above his eyes. He looked lazy and warm.
“Come back to bed.”
Shaking her head at him she walked over to the bed.
“Don’t boss me around,” she scolded him trying to keep the mood light, sitting on the bed to slip on her shoes.
“You seemed to like it last night.”
“Last night is over. You don’t get to boss me around...when we’re not, you know, in bed.”
She could feel herself blushing.
“After your little escapade in the bar last night, I think I should always get to boss you around. Now come back here.”
Her chirping phone interrupted.
“That fucking thing. I should have thrown it out the goddamn window last night. How many people need to get a hold of you? That damn thing beeps constantly. Is it work, Benn, your girlfriends, all forty of them, calling to tell you there’s a big shoe sale,” he grumbled at her, rubbing his hands over his face.
“You enjoyed my shoes last night,” she smirked at him.
He glared at her, causing her to laugh out loud at him.
“And again, you seemed to enjoy my bossiness last night, so we seem to be at an impasse. Meaning, I win. Are you always this chipper in the morning, Miss Matthews, or was this my doing?”
When Waverly moved to stand, he reached out and snagged her around the waist, dragging her across the bed to him, his mouth went to hers, his skin was warm from sleep. He kissed her, slow and lazy. Wrapping each of her hands around his biceps, her fingers absently skimming over his tattoo while she enjoyed his languid kisses.
His hands dropped to her shoulders, moving under the straps of both her dress and bra, pulling them down to reveal her breasts to him. Tilting her head back as he lifted and gripped them, his thumbs began circling and kneading her nipples. Her phone chirped again, Walker pulled away a bit, but his eyes stared directly into hers, his hands still on her breasts.
“That phone beeps again, I’m answering it myself. You know what I’ll say, Waverly? That you can’t talk or text right now, because I’m fucking your brains out,” he huffed at her.
“What if it’s important, what if it’s somebody that needs me,” she leaned forward whispering into his mouth.
“I need you. Nobody else matters.”
He did win, she stayed just a bit longer.
CHAPTER TWENTY
With his back to his desk, Walker stared out at the darkening Chicago skyline. He was working late - rather, he was sitting in his office, thinking of Waverly.
Saturday night was unexpected, he realized that he had been set up by Ann, but, he figured no harm done. Honestly, he had enjoyed seeing Waverly, watching her kooky, drunken antics with her girlfriends. She was so spontaneous and different from any other women he had been with, always surprising him. When he saw that prick put his hand on her, he had wanted to hurt him badly, just for touching her, let alone hurting her.
She needed someone to follow her around and keep her safe from herself. It amazed him that someone so skilled at her business could waltz through life so spontaneously. True, it was something that seemed to draw him to her. The surprise of, her thoughts, or what would she do next – he couldn’t decide whether being around her was like a pornographic, acid trip or a Saturday morning children’s cartoon.
They had agreed it was just sex. Sex with her, no strings attached, was just too fucking good to be true, and exactly what he had wanted. He was aggressive and domineering during sex, some women wanted only sweet words and soft hands, and
although he could do that too, he just was more of an aggressive and domineering guy. Waverly was not only comfortable with that, she had deliriously gotten off on it, and on every other thing he had done to her - repeatedly. He had made goddamn sure of it.
There was something so fucking irresistible about this flighty, beautiful woman giving up control to him. He had been happy to turn over control to her the other night, and her skills were astonishingly arousing and effective, but after a short time she had turned it back over to him. Either way worked for her – he couldn’t remember ever having sex like that before.
Carefree fucking was his strong suit, he had no interest in ever taking anything beyond that, but when he walked into that conference room and saw her again, it was as if a drum beat started in his head, and his dick, to have her again.
It wasn’t only her looks, though, he liked Waverly, she was intelligent, the things she said made him laugh, she was at the top of her game when it came to her business. She was the whole package. The feel of her soft, wavy hair, constantly popped into his mind; he noticed his hand clenched now as if he had it in his hand. She had stood in front of him, still shaken up and a little bit drunk, strip teasing off that dress, standing in front of him in only that black bra and panties and those shoes, and he couldn’t fucking believe she was real. She was the perfect balance of porny, sex kitten and good girl, next door, standing there offering herself to him.
He had loved it. And, right now, he hated it. He couldn’t control his feelings for her. How did she do this to him?
The company’s private investigator ran a file on her, at his request. Her childhood had been more horrible than she probably ever let on. She had been hit, abused and living with alcoholics, she was smart enough to leave, though, as soon as she could. To go out on totally on her own. A tough road for any young person, let alone someone as sweet and kind as she was. Jesus, was it any wonder she went off in her head sometimes.
She put herself through college working two jobs, won the internship, the beginning of achieving everything she had dreamed of - then he had ripped it away. Undaunted, she had started all over again. Working her ass off, and, through the entire shitty time, she stayed positive, lighthearted, and funny.
Everybody loved Waverly. Everybody touched Waverly whenever they saw her, hugged her and she hugged them back. Was it any surprise that he wanted Waverly to touch him too. Everybody wanted to be around her, call her their friend, talk to her, be around her all of the time. He wanted her to be around him, only him. All of that, explained why her god damn cell phone never stopped ringing, and buzzing, and beeping. But Waverly didn’t call or text him, she answered his texts politely, but she had never initiated any contact with him. That fucker Benn probably got a text from her twenty times a day.
Walker could tell that Waverly was ashamed of her upbringing – that the whole silver spoon, blue blood thing intimidated her. Admittedly, a lot of his social peers were entitled assholes, including his parents, so he could see where she was coming from. When rumors about he and Waverly at the Upward Bound Benefit had gotten back to his mother, she had sent him a terse email reminding him, that he could have all of the ‘fun’ he wanted, but his future was with a woman raised as he was. Upper-class code for ‘she’s not our type darling’. Walker ignored her input on Waverly, as he had when they had frowned upon his buying the farm and renovating it himself, or the boat building, or the football league he played in on Sundays.
He could care less that Waverly didn’t come from an old, moneyed family, to his mind that was a plus not a detriment, he noticed that she seemed to have moved beyond being intimidated by him. That was good because he knew he could be surly, controlling, asshole sometimes, but he had been trying to show her, that he wasn’t the same entitled, irresponsible, asshole that she first met.
All of those years ago, when he had finally gotten his shit together and manned up to take over the company for his father, one of the first things he had done was buy Adam’s company. He thoroughly enjoyed having him fired and then reselling it. Not only did he make a nice little profit, but Adam was forced to move to Wisconsin to find a job, in a completely different field. Waverly didn’t know that, and, he didn’t want her to know that. That night was not a glowing review of his character, of course, he was pleased that he had met her, but as an adult man, he certainly wasn’t proud of how he had handled it.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Waverly sat in her office staring at the proofs waiting for her final approval. In theory, she was working late to wrap up a few issues, but, all that she had accomplished was thinking of Walker...And thinking about sex with Walker. When they had sex, he controlled her, and she enjoyed it. Giving up control to him in bed felt comfortable, and right. Her entire life she had been strong, holding her own, on her own, without any family – letting someone else make decisions for her was liberating. If she decided that she wanted to, she could take the lead, Walker would be fine with that, even though they had never actually discussed it, she knew.
She hadn’t seen him since their night together on Friday, reaching for her phone she checked her messages, having silenced it when she had started going over the proofs. Surprisingly, Walker had sent her a text the day after their latest encounter, checking to make sure that she was okay. The text was worded a bit awkwardly, nonetheless, it was very sweet of him to check on her. Given that their status was friends with benefits, she really hadn’t expected it from him. His nail and bail, style with women was common knowledge, strictly, no feelings allowed, and she was okay with that.
This was not her first dalliance with a wealthy, blue blood, they were a type. She was somewhat wealthy in her own right, being a business owner, so there were a number of them within her own social circle. Their standard operation was to fuck everything in sight until forced to marry a woman of their own social standing. The woman would be beautiful, extremely thin and bitchy. Following a magazine worthy ceremony, they would have two kids, name them Bitsy and Chip. After the kids came, the cheating would begin, he would cheat on her with his secretary, she would cheat on him with her tennis instructor, spending all of his money, in between screwing her tennis pro.
Saturday night with him was unexpected, she was aware that she was failing miserably at trying to distance herself from him. She couldn’t even admit it to Kate or Benn, but, the guy just... Did it for her. Built like an athlete, broad and large, with his calm, confident and dictatorial manner. He was the perfect balance of football player body, porn star sex capabilities, intelligence and bad boy.
She wanted him, no matter how much she tried to avoid admitting it. She did not want to want this man. She didn’t even want to like him. Unfortunately, she did. The way he competently took control of any situation, how he listened so intently to whatever she was saying. He had leaned against the doorway, shirt unbuttoned, tie pulled loose and sleeves rolled, just looking at her and she couldn’t talk herself into not getting her hands on him again. The pull to him was so strong, that she couldn’t control her feelings for him, she constantly had a burning desire to be with him again.
Sighing, she went back to the proofs again, startled by a paper clip hitting her in the head, looking up she saw Benn grinning at her.
“What are you doing here Benn? You scared the crap out of me!?”
Benn often worked the same long hours, but they usually didn’t see much of each other, unless they made plans to grab something to eat or drink together afterward.
“Hey Way. Got a call from a concerned client, just going over the file. And, no not your crazy, boyfriend client,” he frowned, then continued, “I saw your light on, and I had a crap day, so I thought I’d stop by.”
He did look stressed, and Benn usually handled stress well, but the worry was obvious on his face. Concern for him washed over her.
“Benn, I’m so sorry, what happened?” She questioned gently, “And, he’s not my boyfriend.”
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With a heavy drop, he collapsed into one of her chairs and kicked his Doc Martens up on her desk, while she continued signing off on proofs and setting them aside. Benn whined and complained, with Waverly listening, occasionally joining in, until she got him laughing at one of her horrible client impressions. They never failed to make Benn laugh, and helping Benn always made her feel good.
Her phone had chirped a couple of times and scrolling through her texts she found one from Walker, asking what she was doing. Caught off guard, she paused not knowing how or what to reply.
Benn noticed her hesitation, “Text from your boyfriend? Did he sext you? Are you going to sext him back? Is it going to be your boobs? Should I leave?”
Watching, Benn opening and closing a post it pad like an accordion, she laughed. “Yes Benn, it’s a dick pic, you want to see?”
Benn replied doing his famous ghetto girl z snap impression.
Waverly laughed so hard that she snorted.
“Very classy Matthews. I can see exactly what attracted this alpha, zillionaire to you.”
Waverly knew Benn didn’t mean to, but his comment had struck a little too close to home with that one and her smile faded a bit.
“Jesus, Way, I’m kidding. You cannot believe that this guy is better that you just because he hit some gene pool lottery.”
Subdued by the honesty in his joke, she looked away. Benn sat staring at her, waiting for the answer.
“I don’t know, Benn,” she answered him honestly, her voice soft, her answer slow to come. “I think that I do.”
“That’s bullshit Way, and you know it. If this is a one or two time bang fest between you two, it doesn’t matter, If this is just fuck buddies with you two, it doesn’t really matter. But, if there are any kind of feelings involved, then Way, you have to stop thinking that shit.”
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