by Nikki Chase
“William doesn’t have multiple lives to go through while you learn to get used to him,” Katie says, her voice stern but gentle.
“I know. I’m—”
“Yeah, you’re sorry. I know.” Katie cuts me off and sighs. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have let you put him to bed. It’s too big of a responsibility. Maybe you should start with, I don’t know, spoon-feeding William?”
“If you say so. Anything to give you peace of mind. Anything to keep William safe and healthy. You’ve been doing a great job at that, so I’m sure you know what to do,” I say.
“I do. I’m bad at a lot of things, but I’d like to think I’m a pretty good mom.” Katie starts to relax.
“You’re a good mom.” I rub Katie’s back. “That wasn’t your fault. That was all me.”
“Sorry. I get a little . . . I don’t know. I sometimes go a little overboard when it comes to William’s safety.” Katie falls silent, but her body relaxes into my embrace, and her arms wrap around me.
I know I’ve pissed her off tonight, and I know she’s not in the best mood right now, but I’m pretty much on cloud nine.
Aside from the fact that I haven’t, in fact, killed my firstborn son, the mother of the aforementioned firstborn son has also just told me she wants me to stick around.
Katie doesn’t seem to realize she’s said anything important. But just the fact that she’s seen me screw up and she’s giving me a chance to learn not to screw up again means a lot to me.
After all, William’s the most important thing in the world to her, and she trusts me with him. What bigger compliment can a man get?
No matter what it takes, I’ll live up to my promise. I’ll make Katie proud. I’ll show her it’s not a mistake to put her trust in me.
Katie
“You look amazing,” Adam says when he picks me up for our first official date.
It feels pretty ridiculous to call it a first date, seeing as we’ve already slept together and even have a child together, but it is what it is.
“Thank you.” I give Adam a smile, even though I'm sure he's being generous.
I know I don’t look the way I did three years ago. It doesn’t sound like it’s been that long, but I’ve gone through some really stressful times. Those things have taken a toll on my appearance.
My hair’s dull, and my skin doesn’t feel as smooth as it used to. I may have seen some fine lines on my face, too, and I’m only twenty-five.
Even this black sheath dress doesn't fit like it used to, especially around the waist. I’m wearing a trench coat on top of the dress, but it’ll have to come off in the restaurant.
I’m just realizing now that all the clothes in my wardrobe are either dated or ill-fitting. It’s not like I’ve needed to keep my clothes updated when I’m always either wearing scrubs at the hospital or wearing puke-stained sweatpants at home.
I probably bought this dress four or five years ago, before William was born. I had a better figure then. And I had time and money to burn.
“You look great, too,” I tell Adam, who's staring at me so intently I’m starting to feel self-conscious.
I’m not just saying it to distract him, though. He really does look great.
I can already imagine the jealous glares I’m going to get from other women in the restaurant. So many people are going to call me fat in their heads tonight.
“Thank you.” Adam gives me his hand and a charming smile. “Your ride awaits, my lady,”
I giggle as I put my hand on his. “Someone’s been watching too much Game of Thrones.”
Adam grins. He wraps my hand over his strong arm. He’s so solidly built I can feel how muscular he is, even over his shirt and coat.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m supposed to give something to Sawyer.” Adam reaches into his coat pocket and hands me the car key. “Would you wait in the car while I go back inside for a minute?”
“Okay.”
I step inside the luxury sedan, where it’s warm, and plop my butt on the smooth leather seat. I watch as Adam opens the front door to the house and leaves it open while he goes in to do whatever he’s supposed to do.
I stare at the open doorway, watching it closely. My hand’s on the car door handle. I’m ready to fly out to grab William in case he wanders out.
When I see Adam walking back out instead, I breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as he joins me in the car, I say, “You know, you really should’ve closed the door earlier.”
Adam turns to look at the front door. “It is closed.” He gives me a confused look.
“No, I mean before, when you walked in, left the door open, and only closed it when you walked out.”
“Oh, I just thought . . . Since I was only going to be a minute . . .”
“William could’ve wandered out.”
“Oh, Sawyer was watching him.”
“Yeah, I mean, just in case Sawyer looks away for a minute and William slips out,” I say. “I know it sounds excessive, but better safe than sorry, you know?”
He nods.
“Please just remember to always keep the door closed. I’ve seen kids who got themselves hurt because someone forgot to close the door, and they just wandered out.”
Adam’s eyes fill with understanding. “I see where you’re coming from. I’ll be more careful about that in the future, okay?”
“Okay. It’s just . . . it’s dark, and there are cars passing by sometimes . . .”
“I totally understand,” Adam says. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Do you feel okay now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he says, his voice taking on the commanding tone that sends tingles straight down to my core. He turns on the ignition and faces me. “Because I have another question to ask you.”
“What is it?” I ask, my heart racing.
“Have you done what I asked you to do?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I realize my mistake and quickly correct myself. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” Adam smirks.
As the car glides easily through the bright streets of the city, I wonder what kind of wickedness Adam’s planned for the night. Whatever it is, I know this won’t just be an innocent dinner.
I mean, there’s probably good reason why I’m not allowed to wear panties tonight . . .
“Hold on,” Adam says as I grab the door handle.
I stop and twist to look at him.
“There’s something I need to check.” Adam places his hand on my bare knee, then he slides it up my thigh. His fingers move lightly, steadily, slowly.
I watch as he pulls the hem of my dress up. I know exactly what he’s about to do. He’s going to touch my most private, intimate place right here, right now.
The car is parked on the street right outside the restaurant. It’s quieter than usual here tonight, which is nice.
One big advantage of working shifts is that sometimes I’m free when other people aren’t. Like tonight, for example. While other people have work tomorrow morning, I can come home late tonight because tomorrow’s my day off.
Still, there are cars driving by and people walking past.
“Adam, someone might see . . .” I protest, although the heavy sigh at the end of my sentence gives away the fact that I don’t mind this much, or at all.
“Let me worry about that, kitten,” he says, leaning over the center console and trapping my gaze with his commanding eyes. “You just relax and let go.”
“I think that guy was staring at us,” I say, pointing at a man in a thick, white, puffer jacket.
“Michelin Man?” Adam grins. “Nah. Pretty sure he was just admiring the car.”
“But he—”
“The windows are tinted, kitten,” Adam whispers as his fingers reach the top.
I gasp as he brushes over my lower lips and smiles with satisfaction.
“Good girl,” he says simply. “You’re already so wet for me.”
I look a
way, but it doesn’t help. Even though Adam’s already told me the windows are tinted, I can’t help but feel like an exhibit in a museum. I feel like people are watching while Adam’s collecting the wetness dripping between my thighs with his fingers.
“Look at me,” he growls.
When I meet his gaze, I see pure, unadulterated lust in his gorgeous, green eyes. This man . . . He wants me.
And not just, like, in a normal way. He’s obsessed with me. I can see something that almost resembles madness in his eyes. He wants me to the point where he makes me the focus of his life.
And he wants me to want him that way, too.
It scares me. I have no idea why he even likes me. What does he even see in me?
At the same time, his attention feels good. Really good. Better than any drug I ever tried in my life. I crave him.
So, I guess, in a way, we’re both just as crazy.
I part my legs wider for him. Adam’s fingers are poised at my entrance, but he’s not moving. I’m getting impatient.
“Please, Sir. I need you to fill me up,” I plead.
Adam’s lips form a lopsided smile.
“As you wish,” he says. “You’ve been a good girl, and good girls get rewarded.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, and my lips part of their own volition, letting out a want-filled moan.
“I love it when you beg for it,” Adam says, his low baritone sending shockwaves through my system as his fingers rub my pussy walls. “You look so sexy when you’re like this. It makes me want to skip dinner and go straight to the . . . after-dinner activities.”
My brain’s so foggy I can’t even come up with an answer. My eyelids flutter shut, trapping me in complete darkness, shutting out the people outside who may be walking past the car right now.
The scent of musk and leather fills my lungs when I suck in a deep breath as Adam’s fingers rub my sweet spot.
Just as abruptly as he started, Adam pulls his fingers out of me. When he pulls them out from underneath my dress, I can see my wetness coating his fingers, making them glisten under the yellow street lights.
“Lick my fingers clean,” he orders, pressing his fingers against my lips.
I look up at him from underneath my lashes and part my lips, letting him in. My tongue runs over Adam’s fingers, lapping up my own slick juices as Adam watches me with darkened eyes.
“You make me want to put something else in your mouth, kitten,” he groans as he pulls his fingers out. “But that’ll have to wait. We have a reservation in five minutes.”
And just like that, the dark, dominant, absolutely filthy beast disappears. In his place is the perfect gentleman.
Meanwhile, my lipstick has smeared a little, my legs are parted wide, and my dress is all over the place. If he called me a lady right now, it would sound like a sarcastic insult.
Somehow, after just a short drive, he’s turned me from a respectable lady into a desperately horny slut.
As we enter the restaurant, the difference feels even more stark and jarring.
I’m throbbing with arousal underneath my nice, demure dress, but people don’t know that.
And the hint of mischief in Adam’s eyes is because he knows my dirty little secret, but people don’t know that either.
This place is swanky. There are huge, conspicuous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Murmurs of dignified conversation fill the air. The men look dapper in their suits while the women swish around elegantly in their pretty, silky dresses.
It’s been a long time since I even had a night out, much less a date. I almost feel like a different person.
I may not be the skinny, carefree girl I was three years ago. But for the first time in a long time, I remember what it’s like to be outside wearing something presentable and looking put together, doing adult things. I feel great.
As Adam pulls out my chair for me, I almost laugh at how gentlemanly he’s being.
And yet, when I take my seat as gracefully as I can, he whispers in my ear, “Your ass looks so tempting right now. I wish I didn’t have to wait until the end of the night to fuck you.”
Adam
The lighting makes the water in the hot tub appear a bright blue color. The froth and bubbles on the surface hide what’s going on underneath the surface, but only partially.
The part of my body that’s submerged in the water looks weird. Katie’s ass, though, is amazing, in or out of the water.
Her forearms are resting on the wooden deck around the hot tub as she stares at the city. I cup a bare cheek and give her a squeeze, making her shriek.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” I say. “When you dropped your phone on the floor and you had to bend down to get it?” I sigh. “That was beautiful.”
Katie giggles.
She looks a lot more laid back tonight, and I’m guessing it’s not just because of the hot tub jets massaging her tired muscles. It’s just the two of us tonight, so she doesn’t have to worry William for once.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She turns to look at me and smiles so sweetly I worry for my sugar levels. “Dinner was lovely,” she says. “And this is even better.”
“Isn’t it? This is my favorite spot in the city.”
“I don’t know what I expected your apartment to look, but I didn’t expect this.”
“What can I say? When I like something, I make it mine.” I shoot Katie a smile.
She averts her gaze back to the view, but not before I catch the blush creeping across her face.
In front of us, the city’s sprawled out in all its majesty. Bright lights; tall skyscrapers; a multitude of vehicles and people rushing all over the place . . . And then, there’s us here. Just the two of us, hiding out in our little cocoon, observing humanity.
We’re eighty floors above all the chaos, insulated from all noise and intrusion. And yet, as I face the city, I feel like I’m right in the middle of it.
“I’ve never liked this place better than I do now,” I say as I move behind her and wrap my arms around her. “But then again, I’ve never had you naked in the tub before.”
“You should’ve told me to bring a swimsuit,” Katie says, for the fifth time since I showed her the hot tub on the rooftop deck of my penthouse apartment.
“Why? So you can cover up this magnificent ass?” I grab her juicy cheeks, then move my hands up to her chest, kneading her. “Or these tits?”
Katie sighs, her breath heavy with desire. I love how responsive she is to my touch. It feels like I can make her body do whatever I want.
For example, if I press my hard dick against her ass . . . Let’s see . . . She grinds back against me, just like I expected.
Katie acts like a lady when she’s outside, but when I coax her wild side to come out and play, all bets are off. Suddenly, she’s a dirty, dirty girl who’ll fulfill my filthiest fantasies.
I pinch her nipple, and she tenses up in my arms, biting her bottom lip and whimpering in pain. At the same time, she only pushes herself back harder against me, rubbing herself up and down my shaft underwater.
I slide my hand up Katie’s chest and wrap my fingers around her delicate, long neck. Just as I predicted, she goes limp and lets me manhandle her. My index finger rests over a vein on her neck, and I can feel her pulses growing faster.
I feel her hand on my ass, and I grab her by the wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I . . . Are you going to . . . fuck me, Sir?” Katie asks in a small, desperate mewl.
“That’s up to me, kitten.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Put your hands back on the deck, and stick your ass out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I start to run my fingers over Katie’s smooth ass cheeks. I feel her delicious shudders under my fingertips, and they make me want to bury myself all the way to the hilt inside her. But I think I’m forgetting something.
As Katie watches in confusion
, I climb out of the tub.
I sit on the deck, sliding my feet into the water right in front of Katie. My hard cock points at her mouth, making it clear exactly what I want.
Katie looks up at me and licks her lips.
“Remember when I told you in the car I wanted to put something else in your pretty little mouth?” I ask.
She nods.
“Open wide for me,” I say.
As Katie parts her lips, I put my hand on her head and guide her to my cock.
Fuck. Just the visual of those lips wrapping around my cock makes me want to bust a nut.
Her lips are soft and warm, and her tongue . . . Dear god, her tongue. I can feel it running up my shaft, swirling around the head, and teasing the sensitive nerve endings on the underside of my cock.
I lie back on the wooden deck, letting the water on my body stain the planks a darker shade. The stars watch as Katie bobs her head up and down, taking my dick into her mouth.
I grab the hair at the top of Katie’s head and pull until she’s looking right up at me.
My cock stretches her lips wide, and her eyes tell me she’ll do anything to please me.
Maintaining eye contact, I slowly thrust up into Katie’s mouth. She seems surprised, but then she relaxes and lets me slide in and out of her. This feels much, much better than I could imagine when she licked my fingers in the car.
“Turn around,” I say hoarsely.
I climb back into the tub and grab Katie by the hips. The hot water feels good, and the slick pussy I’m touching underwater feels even better. She’s so wet it only takes one smooth thrust for me to bury myself all the way inside her.
Her moans fill the crisp, night air as I fuck her harder and more feverishly. I bite the back of Katie’s neck and grab onto her body hard as I slam into her again and again.
Right before I come, I rub her clit and make her shake in my arms. We reach the peak together, our bodies exploding at the same time while hot water splashes in the background.
“Tell me you’re mine again,” I demand.