by C. E. Hansen
He walked out minutes later, his erection barely contained. He looked up in time to see her tongue slide along her bottom lip. Was she fucking crazy? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him right now? He wanted to drop to his knees and show her the passion she elicited with her tongue.
“Ace, mind if I take advantage of your personal spa in there?”
“Take your time. I’ll go order us up some wakeup juice and something to eat.”
“If I’m not out in ten you may want to send in the troops.”
No troops, babe, just me and if I don’t leave this room soon, I won’t be able to.
He grabbed his robe and walked toward the kitchen.
After ordering up their food, he picked up the robe she’d worn last night and held it close, inhaling her essence. He hoped he could make it through breakfast before…
He found myself trying to devise a plan to entice her into staying. He placed the robe on the end of the bed, and turned his head toward the bathroom door. She was singing. He smiled at the picture of her that flashed in his mind’s eye, naked, her curvy, succulent body covered with droplets of water glistening, a sultry chanteuse with a sexy as hell voice; fuck. Who was this woman? How was she able to pull something from him he hadn’t known existed?
He was seeking answers, but Grace didn’t exact any; all she wanted from him was his body. Funny, knowing she wanted only what he could give her did nothing to assuage his desire for her. Something tugged at him...deep inside him.
He always had perfect control when it came to women. He never wanted more than the occasional fuck, never cared enough. But right now, his cock was throbbing for her.
She walked out of the bedroom, her long hair pulled up, messy, sexy bed head, wearing the robe he’d left for her. It was open enough to see the creamy skin on the top of her beautiful full breasts. Looking at her made him hungry. He envisioned pushing the robe aside, locking his lips on her hardened nipples.
She sat down. He was damned glad she did; he was just short of clearing the table, lifting her onto it, climbing between her thighs, and fucking her until neither of them could walk.
He was irritated at himself for lacking the control he typically commanded. He felt uneasy knowing all this woman had to do was snap her fingers and willing sex partners would fly to her side in an instant.
The testosterone surged through him like a geyser. For sake of seduction, he would hold off his carnal desires, but not for long. Her body beckoned to him, begging him to fill her.
“Breakfast, along with fresh brewed coffee is on its way up,” he told her.
Amusement sparked his eyes and curved his mouth when he caught her studying him. “Are you appraising me?” He looked at her skeptically.
“Snagged…you leave me no choice looking like that.” Her voice dripping honey, she ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
He was having hell’s own time holding his desire in check. He quickly scanned the room, searching for anything to take his mind off of his desire to fuck her until she screamed.
“I took the liberty of having your clothes cleaned.” Okay, weak. But it bought him time. He nodded toward the doorknob where her clothes hung. “I also purchased you new undergarments. They’re in the box on the table. I guessed the size, but I’m sure they’ll fit.” There was no guessing. He memorized every nook and cranny, dip and swell her body offered. She turned to the cocktail table, finding a Bergdorf Goodman’s box wrapped with a pretty pink ribbon. He salivated thinking of her body adorned in his selection.
She jumped up and nearly trotted over to the box, ripping it open with the glee of a child. The sight of her excitement caused that unfamiliar pain in his chest. He wanted to go back to Bergdorf’s and buy everything he saw if it would get him the same reaction from her. She held up the ivory colored silk panties. He specifically chose the ivory for its perfect match to her skin, silky smooth and creamy white. The matching bra was covered in lace as delicate as she was.
“Little early for shopping, Ace.” She bounced on the balls of her feet, and smiled, barely able to contain her joy. “Although the thought of your choosing this…” She placed the panties in front of her. His imagination went wild. “Makes me fucking hot.” She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth.
He almost went mad. He didn’t know the spell she cast on him; all he knew was he had a carnal need to fuck her until she wanted no other. Until she breathed his name every time she came. Until he was the only one who could possess her.
Cole cleared his throat. “Sit down, Grace, or breakfast will have to wait.”
She didn’t realize how tightly strung he was. A wicked smile briefly touched her eyes. He heard a low growl. Knowing it was assuredly not him, he smiled wanting to see her claw at him with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. She raised her eyes and looked at him and he saw, if only for a fleeting moment, her desire. He laughed out loud.
“What, you find me funny?” She pouted exaggeratedly, her bottom lip again the focus of his attention.
“No. I find you totally delectable.” With a playful look, he leaned toward her, pushing her hair behind her ear. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, and brushed her cheek with his hand. The electrical charge that flowed through her into him sent him reeling.
“Mmm. Well, Ace, you’d better eat up. Got to have your energy for my exit interview.”
He thought he was hearing things. “Exit?” He looked at her incredulously, feeling panic grip his heart.
What if she walked out of his life? The thought actually caused him pain.
What the hell is this?
“Well, it’s morning,” she said pointing toward the window, “indicating the night is over. Wish it wasn’t.”
He heard that remark.
“I did say no ties, no emotion. I know I’m not your typical, perfect, rule-following, woman but, hey, I had fun...some serious fun.”
He could argue each of her points, but he could think of better ways to utilize his time. He raised his eyebrow, disappointed. “I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon, unless of course you want to leave.”
She shook her head emphatically.
“You obviously have no clue as to how desirable you are...how sexy you are. I think I need to show you again,” he said. He wanted her now. “Best eat up, Grace, you’re going to need your strength.” He needed to walk away. He turned and went into the kitchen.
He returned a few minutes later balancing a heavy tray laden with breakfast.
The aromas wafting from the tray were enticing. But nothing compared to the taste of her. Nothing could pull him away from the honey sweet nectar that was her.
He loved watching her eat. She held her fork in a way that had her smallest finger flared; elegant, feminine—somehow familiar. She was graceful, delicate…soft. She put on quite a show of bravado, but he could see through the veil of willfulness she exhibited, she was as fragile as the glass she now lifted to her lips. More so, he sensed a compulsion in her to feel complete, similar to the need driving him.
He set the tray down and lifted the covers off, one by one, releasing the tantalizing smells into the air. He went back to the other room, returning with a pot of coffee.
“Ace, you have found your way into my heart.” She held out her cup greedily for him to fill.
“That was the plan.” Her body quivered. “My lady…” he said mockingly. He poured her a cup.
She smiled up at him then added her sugar and cream. She raised the cup up to her mouth and a soft moan escaped her lips. He wanted to suck at those full lips, part them with his tongue.
“I thought you might enjoy that.” He smiled at her, his voice husky with lust. “I like when you moan...” He raised his eyebrows. “Particularly when you’re beneath me.”
“I like when you make me moan.” She squirmed.
Knowing she was wound as tightly as he was comforted him. He imagined that special place between her legs getting wetter. Swelling, ready for
his cock.
She precipitously changed the subject. “So, what’s in the mystery room? An army of elves waiting on your every need?”
Thankful for the distraction, he laughed loudly. Perhaps too loud, giving his hand away. “No, the kitchen is on the other side of the door.” He smiled at her sharp intake of air. “I will have to confess I do have an army of elves making our breakfast.” He pointed toward the kitchen door. “I have the kitchen downstairs make it to order then send it up to us through the butler’s entry.”
“Ooooh. I like this side of you.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re here on business often enough the staff knows exactly what you like so well?”
“Well, no.” He paused, pensive.
“Well…well, what?”
“I own this hotel,” he paused, “and a few others. This apartment is my home. It’s solely for my use.”
“Oh...Well, that would make them YOUR elves I guess.”
He smiled again. He placed his elbows on top of the table and rested his chin on top of his pointed fingers. She squirmed and looked uncomfortable.
“Well, Ace, I would like to return the favor and cook for you. No elves involved. Just me.”
He looked at her, stunned. He was more than a little surprised to see she seemed to want to spend more of her time with him.
“I’d like that,” he said quietly, “very much.” He was stupefied.
“Hey, don’t feel obligated,” she quickly interjected. “I mean, I realize...I know you don’t owe me anything. I don’t know anything about you, except your some real estate mogul who has a lot of rules and killer bedroom skills.”
Yeah, that did it. He was hard again. She looked at him, pensive.
“I am just trying to return the favor, so to speak. I mean…I don’t know if you have to get home to the wife and kids or the...” She trailed off.
He needed to assuage her fears. She looked so uncomfortable trying to decipher the situation.
“Hey.” He grabbed her hand. “I would really like that.” He tried to find the right words so she would not misinterpret his intentions. “And I don’t have a wife, or kids.” He paused, deliberating his next thought. “Don’t have the time. I’m a dyed in the wool workaholic, accustomed to the money, and more importantly, the power...I don’t see anything changing.” He raised his eyes and became fixated on her lower lip. The fullness, perfection. He needed to veer his thoughts elsewhere. “I like structure and rules, as you are fully aware.” Her great smile rewarded him again. “All that aside, I would love it if you to cooked for me.” He looked at her, gauging her response. “I admire your love of food. It’s a passion I have as well. Problem is, I am in New York until Friday. Unfortunately that leaves me tonight.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “If that’s okay with you...I’ll bring the wine.” His searched her eyes, hoping against hell she would take his offer.
“That’s actually perfect!” Relief washed over her face, gratifying his experience. “How about a nice thick steak with the works?” she suggested.
“Sounds like heaven,” he mimicked her response from the previous evening. “I need to take care of a few things. I have work to do, but afterward I’m all yours.” He continued, “When Ray takes you home he’ll have your address. I could be there with wine in hand...say 7:30?”
“Perfect. As far as Ray, um…thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to put you...or Ray out,” she countered. “I have some errands I need to run before tonight anyway.”
“Ray would be happy to take you wherever you need to go.” He leaned forward, assertive. He needed her to know he was not only in control, he was insistent.
“Um, I…great. Thank you.” The smoothing of the crinkles on her forehead showed his way was more convenient. A self-satisfied smile worked its way to her stunning, seductive mouth.
She plunged her fork into her plate and began shoveling the food into her mouth as fast as humanly possible. The smile playing on her face told him she was planning something. He only hoped he didn’t disappoint.
“Cole?”
“Yes?” He looked up at her.
“You’re going to be so happy you said you’d come for dinner.” She giggled. The sound, like perfectly synchronized chimes, set him on the edge.
The look on her face is priceless.
He laughed at the tinkling sound of the bells. “Grace?”
She looked into his eyes. “Yes?” She put herself out there. He could have been a total shit, but she had this hold…he didn’t know…he just wanted to see her happy…smiling. That made him hot.
“I already am.” His cock hardened. “Now finish up. I’ve got something I want to show you.” His voice became husky…he gave his hand away…
She pushed her plate forward. He stood taking her hand, leading her to the opposite side of the long dining table.
He untied his robe, letting it fall to the floor. She quivered. No turning back. He reached down, lifting her up onto the table, spreading her legs wide. He stood between her thighs.
He lifted her face up, slanting his mouth on hers. She licked her lips and he was done. He crushed her lips with his own. Breathing her in, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. Running his tongue over her lips, tracing the shell of her ear, he lost it. His breathing became labored. He kissed her shoulders, softly nuzzled her neck. His nose found the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply. He wasn’t able to get enough of her.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him down to her mouth, kissing him deeply, with the abandon of a harlot. He growled, his hunger for her desperate, his mouth covering hers. Needy sounds escaped her lips. He gave her everything he had, all the passion and hunger inside him.
She spread her legs wider. He took the queue, stepping in closer, needing no other invitation.
He pulled her body to the edge of the table, then lowered to his knees and pushed his hands up the inside of her thighs. Lifting his finger to his mouth, he sucked hard and lowered his finger to her clit. He let out a moan when he saw how wet she was. His control waning, his resolve non-existent. He wanted her…now.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and pushed her back on the table.
“Oh, baby. I’m out of my mind. I want you…so wet…you are so wet…I never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck your sweet tight little cunt.”
His voice low, gravelly. he slowly inserted his fingers into her. Her sweet wet lushness surrounded them. He lowered his head to her honey sweet cunt, flicking and darting the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit. Her hips moved slowly at first, then faster. Then she arched her hips, meeting his demanding tongue. She moaned in ecstasy.
“Tell me you want me inside you.” he said, his voice husky.
“I need you inside me,” she begged. “I want you so bad, I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” It was barely a whisper.
He wiped his mouth on the inside of her thighs then stood and made a trail up to her navel with his tongue. He lifted her up as his mouth took hers, tasting her, his hard cock rubbing against her inner thighs. He held his cock in his hand and slowly inserted himself into her. Cupping her ass, he lifted her onto him. She let out a gasp as he plunged inside her, burying himself. He rocked his hips back and forth. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer.
“Your cunt is so wet and tight. I want you to feel me come in you.”
Her face altered. A look of determination swept over her.
He needed to drive them both home. Feeling the tightening in his arms, he lifted and lowered his cock inside her. She looked, watching him. The expression on her face changed. She wanted more. She wanted to please him, she wanted to feel her orgasm. He looked into her eyes as he slid in and out of her...the look he was met with drove him over the top. He pushed and pulled his hard cock out of her tight pussy. She turned him on like no other woman could. No other came close. Then she gave a guttural cry.
“Cole, I’m going, I’m going. Ahhhh...Now.
Now.”
He quickened his pace and intensity, ramming into her as the sweet bliss took over. She dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer, tighter to her. A hard shudder shook him and a growl rose in his chest. His hips plunged, rotated. He shuddered as his cock pulsated in her. He came, the feeling elevating him to a new high as he spurted his hot thick cum inside her.
She was the high, she rocked his world. The thought of her with anyone else warped him, pushed him to a place he was sure no one should ever see. Could he be falling for her? Seriously falling in love with this woman? Not knowing what that particular feeling was like, he was mystified.
No! Couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen.
You got me, Ace. He heard it. Somewhat unintelligible, but he heard it.
God help me.
Chapter 10
Cole walked me down to the waiting car and kissed me passionately. Then assisted me into the SUV.
“I’ll see you later,” I said.
“Looking forward it.” He sounded genuine.
“Good morning, Ray, it’s nice to see you again.” I pasted a bright smile on my face.
“Miss Preston…it’s always a pleasure.”
I waved to Cole as we pulled away from the curb.
My thoughts immediately turned to the previous evening. I squinted my eyes tight recalling my brazen behavior. Hoping against hope he thought better of me than I thought of myself right now. I was having a hard time reconciling the fact I really enjoyed my rather promiscuous behavior. He pulled on chords I didn’t remember ever playing…it’s been so long since someone possessed my body like that…I was dumbfounded, which in itself for me, was rare.
I am used to saying when and who, but last night railroaded me. I bent at a whim, moaned at a touch…the pleasure so intense, it rattled me. It was as liberating as it was embarrassing. I let myself go to places I haven’t visited in so long.
Snap out of it! Time to get your shit together Grace…Man Up!
“Mr. Grayson said you needed to make a few stops.” Ray spoke, snapping me instantly out of my reverie. I looked up and met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “It would be my pleasure to take you wherever you need to go.”