“The whole weekend, sir?” she asks.
“Correct. And after you finish for tonight, Wayne can drive you home, if you like. We do not wish to be bothered for the weekend,” I say.
Her eyes light up again.
“Sir, I’m happy to hear this. Very well, will eggplant parmesan be satisfactory for you this evening? I have the sauce almost finished, and I can make sure everything is ready for timing for when you would like to eat dinner. The seasonal vegetables and the pasta should be ready for you when you wish.”
“That’s perfect. Thank you.”
Her smile is filled with happiness as I leave the room. She begins humming softly and I turn.
I recognize that song.
It’s a melody from my childhood that my mother used to sing me to sleep at night. Strange that with the recent thoughts of my parents passing, I hear her humming that melody. It strikes me at that moment that Mrs. Rosemary has worked with my family in one manner or another for as long as I can remember. It's been some time since I've had a sentimental thought for my parents. The ice around my heart truly is thawing.
The elevator opens up and Bella enters my home. I hear the clicking of her high heels as she walks slowly through my space. Mrs. Rosemary greets her and takes her jacket as I appear in the hallway.
Bella is dressed casual, yet classy. She wears a black flared skirt that goes to just above her knees with black flats. Her blouse is black with white polka dots. It’s fitted across her chest and loose underneath. Her hair is in a ponytail and her face glows as she smiles at me.
Mrs. Rosemary nods to me and smiles at Bella, then excuses herself. Bella tentatively steps forward and we stand awkwardly in front of another.
“I don’t know how to do any of this,” she confesses, her hands nervously wringing as she comes to stand before me.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. This, what we’re doing, is a relationship, even if it is a bit unconventional. We all have different roles, multiple roles we play in various parts of our lives. If you feel better by compartmentalizing those roles, then we will. If you wish to intertwine them, that is fine too. I completely understand that you do not wish to mix the two.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be in a relationship you can openly discuss at Adams Enterprises?” she asks.
“My private life is mine, always has been. You are a part of that now, though, so it’s ours. I own the company, so I can choose what I do and do not disclose. Besides, in the time that you've known me, have you be aware of any of my personal business to be common knowledge? Do you hear gossip about me around the water cooler?”
“I heard you have a monthly dinner date. Aside from that, people say you work too much and go to the gym a lot,” she recounts.
“Then I hope you believe me when I say I can keep the relationship separate from work. Although, I will admit, keeping my hands to myself when I see you may be harder on me,” I admit.
“How so?” she asks.
“I’m only a man and my thoughts aren't always of the purest nature when it comes to you, especially when I imagine you on my desk, or against the windows of my office. “
“Only a man, eh?” She laughs at my choice of words.
“I don't know what it is about you.” I reach out and clasp both of her hands in mine as I look up to the ceiling. “You get me to say things that I wouldn't.”
“I am, after all, one of a kind.” She laughs.
“Dinner will be ready in a moment. I hope you like eggplant. Once I learn your tastes, I can better accommodate your preferences.”
“Ben. It’s okay. You don’t have to reorganize everything for me or cater to me. Whatever you want to eat is fine. As long as it's edible, I'm usually game for anything. I grew up on a farm, so it's not like I'm picky,” she says, placing her hand on the collar of my shirt.
The elevator opens again, this time with Wayne bringing in Bella’s bag. I catch his eye and ask him to drive Mrs. Rosemary home so Bella and I can be alone.
I set Angus to sleep mode so there will be no interruptions from him, so Bella and I can finally be alone.
For the whole weekend.
Together.
And hopefully naked.
Chapter Seven
Benjamin
It’s not a normal occurrence that I eat a private meal with this beautiful woman. I’ve shared meals in the presence of Bella, with other associates and with friends once upon a time - but tonight dinner has a whole new meaning.
Tonight is the beginning of something I can’t quite name.
Tonight is the beginning of something I can’t wait to start.
Bella seems slightly nervous, and honestly a small part of myself is as well. With the sweeping of her hair behind her ear, the glances she steals when she thinks I’m not paying attention along with the fidgeting of her hands she can’t stay still. It’s cute.
Dinner is delicious. After we finish, and I clear our plates, she smiles hesitantly at me.
“Ben,” she starts as she stands and turns in my direction. “All weekend? Why?” she asks.
“Because I don’t want us leaving our castle. I want to focus completely on you and I don’t want to share you with anyone. I want to get to know a different you and what better way than closing us up in here alone together all weekend.”
“Talk about moving fast.” She laughs nervously.
“I’m not expecting anything. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If we end up talking all weekend, then so be it. We’ll get to know one another that much better. But we end up naked all weekend.” I shrug. “Then that’s even better.”
“Someone is confident.” she says with a smile.
“Isabella,” I say, walking up to her. I catch her eyes by leaning down and placing my hands on her arms. “I’m a sure thing.” I wink and lean in to kiss her forehead.
As I begin to pull away, her hand catches mine and she holds firm, not allowing me to move away. Her eyes dark and fierce, she purrs, “So am I.”
Our bodies react first as my body gravitates to hers. I pull her face to mine just as a shaky breath is released from her lips and press my lips to hers. Her hands find purchase in the front of my shirt before releasing the fabric and moving her hands around to my back. My hands move from cradling her head, down to her lower back, putting pressure there and pulling her into me.
My cock has its own heartbeat. It demands to be released from my pants and closer to her.
She moans lightly into my mouth as I break away. My hand fumbles for the zipper on her skirt, once my fingers find the clasp, I begin to pull it down. I pull my mouth away from her for a slight moment.
“Is this okay?” I gruffly ask her.
“Yes.” She hisses and pulls me back to her. I unzip her skirt and it pools at her feet. I then grab the back of her upper thighs to pick her up as her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her through my home towards my bedroom.
It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. I’ve kept myself busy over the years to be celibate and not act on my carnal desires. That worked until Bella came into my life and now I can’t bring myself to slow down. I don’t want to, she is everything and I want to be close to her in every way possible.
I want her.
I must have her.
She kisses up my neck to my ear and tugs on it with her teeth as I gently lay her down on the soft surface of my bed.
“Wait.” She stops us. “I need to say this, so we’re completely up front and honest with each other, since we’re doing this.”
I pull back and wait for her to continue.
“I’m clean. Like, squeaky clean. I’m no virgin, but it’s been… well, it’s been a long time. But we don't need to get into the details right now.”
“Straight to the point.” I smile.
“I just want to be open and honest. I thought you should know.”
“In that case, I’ll let you know I haven’t fucked anyone in ten or so years.”
I lean in, prepared to take her mouth with mine, but am denied when her hand goes to my chest and pushes me away.
““Okay, hold up,” she insists.
“We don’t need to go into the specifics right now,” I say, repeating her words back to her.
“Fair enough, but will you?”
I look at her and I nod. “I promise that I will.”
What is it with this woman? She makes me feel like a different person. She gets me to talk, to question, to do things I normally wouldn’t. It’s not just because I have her here in my bedroom, it’s because she makes me want to open up. I have the need to open up to her.
To build the need back up, we make out, which is something I haven’t done in years, too many to count. I determine that I like kissing. Correction: I love kissing her. Our tongues dance together to an unknown beat as we each get to know the way the other kisses. Our hands explore every inch of the other’s body within reach.
My fingers itch to feel all of her, her skin, her softness, her wetness.
“Ben,” she moans as my mouth moves to her neck and trails kisses down to her collarbone, leaving goose bumps in my wake. She cranes her head back so I can get more of her. As she arches her back, my hand finds her breast. I squeeze as I lift it up, while my head bends down to meet the swell of her breast. I kiss the cleavage my hand creates and begin to pull down the lace of her bra covering her. She helps me move her blouse aside, while also pushing into my touch more. Her hand reaches out as my mouth makes contact with her sensitive flesh and she holds my head to her as I suck on her tits with fever. I circle and lick around her nipple, pull the peak into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and lightly nipping it with my teeth. I add light suction when she arches her body into me and moans lightly in pleasure. My other hand squeezes her other breast, then I shift my mouth to it to keep her body purring for me as I pull down the cup of her bra.
She sighs loudly and grabs for me to come up from my assault on her chest. When my mouth and hers collide again, she murmurs against my lips.
“Clothes,” she directs.
As if that were the magic word to get naked together, my cock manages to become even harder than it was, which is a feat since my cock is pure stone already. Her fingers are on the buttons of my shirt, pulling each button through swiftly. I clutch the bottom of her shirt and lift. She pulls her arms up and her shirt is off and on the floor. I take a moment to back off slightly to take in her beauty. I smile as her fingertips tease along the top of her bra. Her black lace bra is beautiful, but I've determined that it is in my way. I want to see her, all of her.
It’s like she reads my mind as her fingers flick the front clasp and frees her breasts from their prison.
My eyes zero in on the movement of her breasts bouncing from the confines of her bra. I run my tongue along my upper lip, brushing against my teeth in anticipation.
Her nipples are perfect.
Her body is amazing.
My eyes trail the length of her exposed ivory skin and my mouth salivates for her.
I want her.
I come to stand in front of her, admiring the view of her laying in my bed.
I look down at her now and note her matching black lace panties. I bend in closer to her, lay one knee on the bed and smile. My fingertip drags over the edge of her panties and down the middle of the damp fabric that barely covers her pussy.
A low moan escapes her parted lips as I dip my hand into her panties and come into contact with the moisture gathering between her legs. I dip my fingers into her and her channel is so fucking tight. My fingers are being squeezed like vise. She moans softly and arches her back, allowing my fingers to go deeper into her. I pull my fingers in and out, switching between having my fingers inside her to strumming her clit like I’m playing a guitar, playing the chords with ease as I bring her to orgasm quickly by lightly massaging her button. My fingers move in and out with the ease from the wetness of her orgasm. Her breathing is quick and her heartbeat is rapid as I withdraw my fingers. I make sure that her eyes are on me as I lick her juices off of my fingers with a satisfied smile.
“Mouth-watering.” I murmur.
I remove my shirt and her gaze lingers over my chest. Her eyes follow as I reach down to unbuckle my belt and undo the button of my jeans slowly. Her eyes move across my skin with no shame, then I see her tremble as she lets out a breath as if she'd been holding it since I made her come.
“I could say the same about you,” she says shyly.
“You have yet to taste me, but you will,” I say, my voice gravelly.
I reach my hand inside my boxer briefs and rub the same fingers that were just inside her, against my swollen cock, then grab the waistband and tug those down as well.
My cock springs out and stands to attention. Bella’s gaze lands on it as she licks her lips. Her attention is held captive.
“Come here,” she beckons boldly.
As I stand before her, her eyes are still on my cock. She grabs me by the hips, then looks up at me as if asking permission to put her mouth on me. When I nod, she grabs my cock and swallows me down.
“Fuck!” I exclaim. I did not expect her to be so bold.
After a minute with her mouth on my cock, the need to be inside her is strong and I pull her off. I push her up on the bed and cover her body with mine.
My lips take hers and I plunge my tongue into her mouth. My cock is planted right between her legs and nudging at her entrance. She gasps at the contact, and I smile as I press into her. At the same time, she moves her hips in time with mine, then parts her legs wider and moans into my mouth as I gently thrust. When I am fully seated in her warm pussy, I sigh and lean up on my elbows.
“I want to fuck you,” I say. “I need to fuck you.”
“Isn’t that what we are doing?” she breathes.
“I mean, I don’t want to be gentle,” I grind out, my hips still gently thrusting. Her hips rise to adjust the angle.
“Then don’t,” she says. Her mischievous smile immediately transforms into a look of surprise as I rear back and then slam into her.
I power my thrusts, fucking her like I’ve imagined doing since the moment our eyes met in my office that first day.
The room fills with the sounds of our bodies moving against one another, the gasps out of both of our mouths, as our pleasure builds. My hand goes to her hip as I thrust; her hand on my shoulder pulls me closer to her. Our teeth clash as I kiss her with as much passion as I can. I will never get enough of kissing her.
Once the kissing becomes so frenzied as to be nearly combative, I lean back to look in her eyes. We fuck with our gazes locked. She spreads her legs wider for me and wraps them around my middle, pushing me in with her heels.
I lean down and roughly take her lips again. With my cock spreading her open, pushing in and out, my body wants nothing more than to release. But she needs to go first, as hard it is for me to hold off.
“Oh god!” she cries out. “I’m… I’m…” It’s as if she read my mind.
“Come, baby. Come on my cock.”
She lets out a satisfied groan and her pussy squeezes my cock, which prompts my own climax to begin. We moan in pleasure together, both of our bodies tight with release. I languidly thrust my hips as I milk the remainder of my orgasm. Her pussy, still tight and squeezing me, feels absolutely amazing.
I lean my forehead to her shoulder and breathe her in. She smells like a mixture of flowers and sweet sweat. I open my eyes and look down at the space between our bodies. Goosebumps cover her body, so I lean up and grab the blanket that is bunched at our feet to cover her. I gingerly climb out of bed to grab a washcloth from the adjoining bathroom. Once I’ve tenderly cleaned her and wiped myself off as well, I toss the rag towards the bathroom’s tile floor. As I lay on my back, Bella clutches the covers tightly around her breasts and sighs. I turn my head towards her and observe her profile until she turns her head towards me.
“That was… That was…some
good sex.” She says with a lazy smile as she relaxes into the pillows.
She looks content, exhausted, but content to stay where she is.
I like the way she looks in my bed.
Chapter Eight
Bella
I didn’t expect it to be that good. I didn’t expect just one night could have me falling for him. I'm not supposed to fall for him. It's not allowed; we work together. Our relationship will need to remain a secret. But can I do that?
I see the way he is with others: he's a crass jerk. But with me, he's the opposite. He’s different with me than how I’ve seen him with other people, more relaxed. I'm not entirely sure why, but I'm willing to stick around find out. I know I can't change him overnight, but perhaps I can help others see he isn't the monster he's worked so hard to portray over the years.
He's not a beast; he's a prince.
The sunlight in creeping in from the haphazardly closed curtains in his bedroom. I’m not entirely sure how early it is, but my body feels rested and a little sore from last night. Ben clears his throat and wraps his arms around me, then pulls me into his body. When his nose brushes against my hair and he breathes me in, it pulls me out of my thoughts.
“What's going on in that mind of yours?” he mumbles.
“Nothing. I'm just reveling in the moment,” I reply, turning my face toward his. Our lips are inches apart and Ben closes the distance to lightly brush our lips together.
“I don't believe that for a second. You're the most vocal woman I know. I think that you always speak what is on your mind. I’d guess you're thinking about something related to what's happening here tonight. Am I right?” His attempt to draw me out is endearing, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet.
“I'm thinking about how good you are at this.”
“This?” he asks, flexing his hips against me, his cock hardening again.
“I want you again,” I whisper against his lips. “I don't want to talk anymore.”
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