"Really. I can, huh?"
"Yes. I know I talk a lot. It happens when I'm nervous. But I'll shut up for sure and let you go off and do your, your masturbation thing. You're still hard. You must want an orgasm badly."
He groaned and tightened his arm around her. "Janey, do you want an orgasm?"
She nibbled her lip. "I already had more than my fair share."
"Do you want another one?"
"Kind of. Yeah, I guess."
"You know I want to push my cock all the way in you and fuck you hard," he said. "Don't you?" His hand moved right where she wanted it.
"Yes, but what I don't know is why. I'm not your type."
"Amen." His tone was heartfelt.
"It's too bad, too," she said. "I wish—ow. Ow."
"You're chapped. Just from that little bit of finger play, you're puffy and raw. I'd better leave you alone or tomorrow you'll be too sore to participate." He was withdrawing, getting up.
"Are you going to go pleasure yourself now?"
"I'm going to take a shower. You can take one in the guest bathroom."
"I'd like to shower with you."
"Not tonight." He hesitated. "We'll sleep together, if you really want that. Though you'll be changing your tune soon enough."
"Yes, I do," she said. She looked around for her skirt and found it on the floor. She grabbed for it.
The garment was snatched right out of her grasp. He dangled it thoughtfully.
His expression was bland. "Ah. I almost forgot. Do you remember the rule I talked about in that email? The one you argued with me about?
"I'm supposed to do everything you say having to do with sex?"
"Right. Here's your first order. I don't want you to wear any clothes while you're staying here with me."
Janey froze. "What?"
"No clothes, Janey. You'll be naked. Day and night, all week. Except," he qualified, "if somebody comes over. Then you can put something on. But otherwise, you need to get used to being comfortable with your body around a man. So nothing to cover you up except a sheet or blanket if you're cold. Including shoes. Now I'm going to take that shower. See you in the other bedroom. Naked." He bent down and kissed her hard and fast. "And one more thing, Janey. In case you didn't know it, you were fucking adorable tonight."
He touched her nose and then strolled out of the room.
Chapter 5
Janey hesitated, wrapped the towel around herself, then walked determinedly out of the bathroom.
She paused to get her bearings in the darkness. Although Nyall Anderson's condo had an open floor plan, the layout was an optical illusion. There were more rooms than it seemed at first. Wandering about the periphery of the central living area to locate the bathroom, she'd ultimately encountered three of them as well as two bedrooms, an office, an entertainment room, a utility room, a workout room, a kitchen and a full pantry—which, she took note, was almost empty of provisions—as well as a number of random closets here and there, one almost the size of a regular room. The place was huge.
The light underneath a door guided her to his bedroom. She walked over to it, opened it cautiously, and poked her head around.
"Come in."
Nyall's velvety voice was lazy. Janey squared her shoulders and eased herself just inside the door.
The man was in bed half under the covers, bare-chested. Janey's gaze zeroed in on that unbelievable chest. Talk about different from her own! He was broad and he was long. And hard, hard, hard. A light sprinkling of brown hair decorated those sculpted pecs centered by tiny, flat nipples. The comforter folded down from his hips was black with narrow threads of gold in the style she was beginning to privately call "bold rich-dude masculine."
Nyall in bed was pretty much all she registered, as she was overcome with shyness.
He chuckled when he saw her.
"Take the towel off, Janey."
"Are you sure about this nakedness thing?" she said. "I'm thinking it's overkill. You've already seen—"
"Everything I say—"
"Yes, I know, I just—"
"Without questioning it. Do you remember that part?"
"Oh. No, I didn't remember."
"Take the towel off, turn out the light, and come in to bed. Let's try to get some sleep."
Janey spotted the light switch on the wall, scuttled in front of it, turned her back to Nyall, dropped the towel and instantly switched off the light.
"Nice one," he said dryly. "I have some bad news for you."
"What?"
"I have excellent night vision."
She froze halfway to the bed.
"Though it does take me a few seconds to get adjusted," he allowed.
She practically threw herself onto the bed.
He was laughing by the time she was safely tucked in under the covers on her side of the bed.
From his tone and his mirth, she got an inkling of what his shower had included. "You've already pleasured yourself, haven't you?" she said.
"Yeah. Go to sleep. Try, anyway."
"You keep implying it'll be difficult," she gabbed. "I'm actually a pretty heavy sleeper, even when I'm staying at a hotel. So I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping with you."
"Everybody has a problem sleeping with me," he said. "Including me."
He sounded tired, she thought. She so wanted to wiggle over to his side and cuddle with him.
Her heart was thumping madly, and it wasn't just from the hot, pounding spray of the shower just now or even the pleasant pulses that still rippled inside her from the climaxes he'd given her. She was trying to deal with the unreal fact that she was about to go to sleep next to a man in his bed.
A near stranger.
A gorgeous, beyond-sexy stranger.
One who'd just given her the best evening of her life.
While she was naked and he was maybe naked.
She knew she was going to be awake for hours.
Nevertheless, it was surprisingly easy to get comfortable. The covers were heavy and the sheets felt cool, crisp and luxurious against her naked skin. Cozy, like she remembered from lying in bed at her Grandma Barbara's house as a kid. The mattress was extremely firm, unlike Janey's own bed, which had two broken springs.
It was also wide. With both of them lying on their respective sides, there were still a good three feet between their bodies, not including limbs.
Maybe tonight wasn't the best time to cuddle.
"This is a king size bed," she whispered.
"Go to sleep, Janey."
"Good night, Nyall. Thank you for today."
"You're welcome. And thank you."
She closed her eyes, and that was the last she knew for hours.
***
The sound of a bee buzzing was an annoying intrusion. When a male voice replaced it, though, Janey jerked up to a sitting position and blinked.
There were a few moment's disorientation as Janey looked around in the darkness. Then the surreal sound of the soft voice talking. It took a few seconds to get her bearings in the room glowing with just a night light and faint moonlight from outside.
Back and forth against the frame of the window, a shadowy male figure was gracefully strolling.
"I know," the voice was saying. "Plans change, though. Look, Easterfield's on a better time zone. He's used to the regular disasters, but it's worth trying him. If he doesn't answer, call back. I'll walk you through it."
Nyall Anderson. She was in his bed.
The dark silhouette turned and Janey's drowsy gaze confirmed that the man was indeed buck naked. It was so amazing. There was a naked man in the room with her. A spectacular one. The clearly defined shape of his long form was tapered, muscled and bulging in all the right places. The swell of his sexual organs hanging below his abdomen was very visible, both in shadow and in silhouette. Even in her half-asleep state, looking at him made her feel sizzly and tingly.
"I'd rather you not," he said. "Have them hire one if they think it's going to
be long-term. Listen, I want you to email Alfred in any case and tell him he's taking calls for me until Monday. Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't have been able to reach me there anyway, no signal." Pause. "You have a point. Day calls only, then. Six to nine Pacific. Yeah, personal stuff. Thanks, Mary."
"Work?" Janey said, watching Nyall put away his cell. "In the middle of the night on a Friday?"
"Saturday, actually," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."
"Don't you pay people to work for you?" She yawned. "People like you are supposed to delegate."
"We are, huh?" He climbed back into bed. "Funny, I thought you'd say it should be the opposite for us out-of-your-leaguers."
"You can't do everything," she said wisely. "I know about this. I have to let my assistants take over some of the tasks I used to do or else I'll get stretched too thin."
"Thanks for the advice, Janey." There was amusement in his voice, but she wasn't offended.
"It's for your own good," she mumbled, and then fell asleep again.
***
Janey didn't want to wake up. Lying in bed felt soooo good. Her feet were toasty warm, her lips were zinging with delight, and her nipples felt heavenly. Even the tiny cool drafts that skipped over the sensitive skin of her torso were like sweet caresses. This was the best dream, the best sleep ever, and she snuggled deeper under the covers with a sigh.
But the sunlight was trying to penetrate her eyelids and the sleepiness kept falling away. So reluctantly she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Nyall's tousled hair. Shimmering with reddish-gold highlights courtesy of the bright sunlight streaming into the room, it was resting on her chest. No, she thought confusedly, not exactly resting. Hovering over was more like it.
The next thing she became aware of was a sublime feeling in her nipples. One of them was soothingly warm, the other chilled, but both felt rapturous. It made her want to stretch luxuriously.
Janey's brain slowly began to click on. But before it could fully engage, the lovely feelings shimmered down her body. What started as a sleepy waking stretch turned into a burst of ecstasy in her loins.
"Ahhh."
"Good morning."
Nyall's voice was husky and deep. To Janey's awakening senses, the sound induced bliss, as did the long-fingered male hand that she now knew had been fondling her between her legs, was still fondling her.
Even as she lay there enjoying the now-fading spasms deep inside her body, fingers were sliding to her breast where they gently tugged and plucked, then down to her pussy where they explored in lazy circles before drawing a wet, cool line back up her belly.
It hit her then. He'd just brought her to a climax and she hadn't even been awake.
Janey flushed, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the idea. "Good morning," she croaked.
He chuckled and cupped the underside of a breast to plump it up. "Nice tits," he said admiringly.
"Oh." Not much else to say to that.
"I've been sucking them," he added unnecessarily and then dipped his head to do just that.
"I see," she gasped. "Is this how you always wake up your mistresses? By kissing and stroking them until they c-come?"
He popped the nipple out of his mouth. "You're not my mistress. And nobody sleeps with me after the first night."
"How—uh—how often does your phone go off while you're sleeping?"
"Every couple of hours. Time zones are the killer. It's not so bad now because I'm on vacation. You know, I really like the way your nipples protrude like that. They have a perfect conical shape." He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers.
She squirmed. "Thanks for the feedback."
He smiled. "You're going to get over your hangups this week, Janey. If a guy doesn't want to fuck those juicy tits, it's probably because he's gay." He lowered his head again and began to nibble, then sucked her flesh in and drew on it strongly.
She made a strangled sound. "You're a morning person, aren't you?"
"Very much so," he murmured. "What are you cooking us for breakfast?"
She couldn't believe how cheerful he sounded. His body felt so intimate next to her, especially his cock rubbing against her thigh. As if sensing her thoughts, he found her hand and brought it to him. Instinctively her fingers wrapped around his flesh, or tried to. Last night, Janey hadn't really been paying attention to how he felt in her hand. His shaft was smooth, too thick to completely circumnavigate, with an intriguing kind of yielding hardness. She'd honestly never felt anything like it.
"That feels awesome," he said, almost purring. "What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"
"It's up to you, you're the one cooking." She could hear the tremor in her voice. Nyall Anderson in the normal course of events was hot enough. But Nyall Anderson in bed in the morning was scorching. He was like a cat in heat, bent on his own pleasure.
"Must I? I'd like to eat something edible." He thrust his hips, moving his shaft through her fingers. My, that thing is long. For the first time, Janey took into account its length and girth and began to doubt it would fit where it was supposed to go.
Nyall was talking again. "I'm going to need my strength today if we're going to spend it having sex."
"Yes," she breathed, squeezing him. He twitched and grew. It was nice, but a little alarming. "Which reminds me…"
"Mm?"
"This whole naked thing you want me to do just won't work today."
"Why not? I've been looking forward to watching you wander around without a stitch of clothing on." He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to move it. Together, they pumped his shaft.
Janey struggled to focus. Touching him like this was unbelievably racy and exciting. All these years, she'd missed out on this. It was tragic.
"Your larder is empty. I have a—a huge shopping list that I have to go out and buy."
"No problem," he said. "You're allowed to wear clothes when you go out." His breathing quickened. "Hold on, Janey." He turned, shifted her so she was lying on her side, hooked a leg over her hip, and then his cock was rubbing up and down her belly.
She could feel him shaking. Her own excitement became unmanageable. Just as she registered how turned on she was by his blatant arousal, he emitted a low groan and his cock slid between her breasts.
"I want to come on you," he said intently.
"W-what?" Janey thought she'd misheard.
"Ejaculate on you. Sound good?"
Janey gulped and shuddered with anticipation. It sounded dirty and intimate and fantastic. "All-all right. What do I…what should I…"
"You don't have to do anything except lie here and be gorgeous." Janey felt his hand on her hip and his cock slide along her abdomen. He smelled wonderful, musky and a little cinnamony.
She craned her neck and with widened eyes watched his features tighten, eyes narrowing and mouth stretching into a grimace. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped it, then his hips drove up once, twice through the channel created by her breasts and then he grunted, which had to be the sexiest sound on earth. Janey grasped his ribcage just as a wet flood of warmth spilled over her bare skin.
Then there was a strange, exotic aroma that she knew must be his semen.
He froze against her and she felt his hard body straining like that, hot and tight-skinned for several seconds before he dropped a kiss on her breast, easing away and finally collapsing onto his back with a whooshing noise.
Janey glanced down at herself, then quickly rolled over onto her own back. His seed was glistening all over her chest. She reached up to touch it with a finger.
She was startled when her finger was joined by his hand. Open-jawed, she watched as his larger palm spread his fluids around on her skin, rubbing it into her breasts, over the nipples.
"That," he said, sounding very contented, "could become my new favorite way to wake up. Better than coffee." He traced his moist fingertip over her lip, and Janey automatically opened her mouth and tasted him. She trembled.
"Janey, are you on the pill?"
"N-no."
"Pity. All right. We'd better get up and you need a shower. One trip to the store," he said. "That's all you're allowed. The rest of the time I want you here with me and naked."
Janey shivered and her loins began to suffer that pinching sensation again.
He kissed her mouth, then lightly squeezed her breast. "You need to be careful not to let my semen touch your pussy, sweetheart. Babies have been conceived from less. Do you understand? Should I bathe you to be sure?"
"No, I'm fine. Although I wouldn't mind having you wash me," she said bashfully.
"Another time, definitely. I'm starving and you must be, too. I don't want you weeping."
It took a moment for her to get the reference to her statement on the elevator. He remembered that?
"Hurry up," he said, pushing her to the edge of the bed. "I'll make eggs and tea and microwave some oatmeal. What do you say to that?"
"Meh," she said as her stomach growled. She suddenly realized she was ravenous. "I guess I could make pancakes and bacon for us." She stood up, then looked down at him longingly while he scanned her body with open enjoyment.
"Don't look like that," he said regretfully. "I want to pleasure you right now as much as you want it, Janey, but it's too risky with my jizz all over you. Shower and then eat and then we fuck like rabbits."
His lecherous speech made Janey feel alluring and innocent at the same time. She was glad that he wasn't babying her just because she was a virgin. What he'd just done with her this morning alone would be fodder for sexy dreams for half a lifetime, she was sure.
She was about to go do what he said when she turned back abruptly. "The naked thing," she said. "In the kitchen you have to wear clothes for safety."
"You're permitted an apron and oven mitts while we're puttering around in the kitchen. You don't need anything else. Work for you?"
"I guess," she said reluctantly.
"Don't you want to be naked?"
"Not really," she said. "Well, maybe. I don't know."
"Trust me, you'll like it, at least after a bit of practice."
"How do you know?"
He smiled, but didn't answer.
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