by C. E. Hansen
I moaned, my muscles tightened in desperate delight. Without removing his mouth from mine, he took his remaining cloths off. I was legless when he lifted me and placed me on the bed. His hands caressed my body in a fevered frenzy, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their path. He crawled down to the end of the bed and spread my legs apart, kneeling between them. He ran his hands over my silk-covered thighs and unhooked my garters, dragged my stockings and thong down and then tossed them to the side.
He lowered his body to rest on his stomach. Lying down between my splayed legs, he lifted my ass up and hungrily lowered his mouth over my cleft. His tongue began its sensual dance, flickering lightly over my clit, driving me wild with desire. I moaned as he continued his assault on my oversensitive sex. He licked softly, my clitoris growing more sensitive by the second. I tensed, the need for release overtaking me, and I begged him, “Cole...Stop, Cole, I’m going to come.”
“I need to make you come. I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he breathed, his voice throaty.
I immediately felt the orgasm increase in intensity. There was no way I could stop it if I wanted to. I grabbed his hair in my hands and lifted my hips higher to meet his scorching tongue as it continued to delve into my cleft. My breathing turned into panting, my body begging for release, “Cole...I…I…” I was dizzy with need.
He lifted his head a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the desire in his piercing green eyes sent me over the edge.
“Come, babe, come for me,” he whispered huskily.
A cry escaped as I screamed his name, jerking my hips in tempo with his plunging, flickering tongue. I let go. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking, my senses reeling. My toes curled so hard my feet cramped.
He slid up along my thigh and I felt his hardness as he glided up my body. He lowered his head and licked my lips. Tasting myself on his mouth, I greedily licked his lips.
Dear Lord, he was a sex god.
Holding his cock, he eased the tip past my swollen sex, thrusting deep inside me. I lay gasping, wet, ready. He lifted his body and pulled out torturously slow then thrust gently back into me. I inhaled and grabbed his shoulders, digging my fingers in. He began to rock his hips back and forth. I could not hold back a moan of delight as searing pleasure pulsed through me. His tempo began to quicken with his need for release.
Grabbing the sheets on either side of my hips, I was astounded to feel the heat building inside me so rapidly again. I groaned in pleasure looking at his beautiful face, into those gorgeous green pools, seeing my desire reflected inside. I watched the need in him grow to match my own. I nodded and whispered huskily, “Come with me, Cole. I want you to come with me…” I threw my head back onto the pillow, letting the wave lift and crash over me, through me, inside me.
He buried his face in my hair and held me tightly, plunging his hips into me hard. “You make me so fucking hot. My cock is so hard for you, baby...do you feel me in you...deep in you?” His words made me crazed.
Grinding against him, thrusting my hips into his, our bodies moist from our combined sweat, the storm swirled inside me, clenching, gripping, tightening. He put his hands under me, pulling me closer to him, and rammed his cock inside me, once, twice, then his body shuddered, pulsing, spilling into me.
When he was done, Cole lowered his full weight onto me and I sank into the soft mattress, replete, exhausted, our breathing returning to normal. It was my turn to smile like the cat that ate the canary. He rolled to the side and held me in his arms. After several minutes, Cole reached over to the bedside table and pushed a few buttons on the large remote and the lights in the bathroom slowly brightened then the water in the shower started running.
He looked over at me smiling his perfect smile and said, “Did I say hi?”
“In the best way I could ever imagine.”
“Hungry?”
“Well, Ace, that depends on what you mean by hungry.” I winked at him.
He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow shook his head and laughed low. Releasing me, he stood up and walked toward the bathroom, his perfect body gloriously naked, backlit by the lights behind him. I watched the flexing of his muscles as he moved like a perfect machine. I admired his long strong arms, wide shoulders, narrow hips, tight ass, he looked every part the Greek God. I propped myself up on one elbow.
“Mighty fine ass you have there.”
“Glad you like it.”
He looked over at me with a wicked grin and said, “Care to join me in the shower? I’ve got something I want to show you.”
He strode into the bathroom with that sleek, confident stride I admired from the first night I saw him walk into Luke’s.
“I’d love to.” I got out of bed. “If you show me yours I’ll show you mine...again.”
As I removed my corset, I thought it was perfectly selected, getting me the intended results. I followed naked behind him into the shower.
After we showered, we dressed in the matching set of taupe silk pajamas. Again, Cole wore the pants, which hung ever so nicely on his hips showing off his rippled abs. I put on the top half. I grabbed a pair of silk booty shorts from my bag and joined Cole in the living room. He was taking a sip of the bourbon that neither of us touched.
I walked up behind him putting my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back. Grabbing my arms, he gently pulled me in front of him where he put his hands on both sides of my face and holding me gently, kissed me.
“Mmm. You taste good.” I tasted the bourbon on his lips.
“So do you.” He winked and smiled when he saw the blush spread across my cheeks.
“Good to know.” I lowered my head, embarrassed he saw me blush.
What’s with that? I haven’t blushed since...
He kissed the top of my head and after a soft hug, he released me and walked toward the kitchen.
“Let’s eat some food so we have the energy to finish what we started.”
“I’m with you, Ace. I’m starving.”
Cole called down to the kitchen, informing them we were ready for the food to be brought up, also ordering a bottle of Billecart Rose Champagne. We both ate until we were full.
My mind drifted, I thought if my night out with the girls trolling is what brought him here today, than he must have feelings for me. Either that or he was very possessive and thought of me as his property. I still didn’t know any more about Lauren Buckley, the fiancée, than I did when I saw the pictures of them together on the internet. That was a little conversation we needed to have. I needed answers. I did expect an explanation sometime in the near future. However, remembering the pictures of the two of them together, intimate, his hand on her back, her arm in his, the beautiful brunette looking adoringly into his eyes…twisted me. I was seriously jealous. It was not an emotion I was prepared to deal with.
I was fully aware Cole was the perfect package, successful, astonishingly gorgeous, wealthy, not that money mattered to me. I had more than I could spend, thanks to my father’s forward thinking. I also ran my own successful business. I was lucky in business and I’d like to think I got that trait from my dad. It didn’t hurt I had built a clientele most boutique owners would envy, compiling a long list of contacts during my short modeling career which would ensure me a successful business for years to come.
After he finished with his call he walked back toward me, a determined look on his face.
“Hold up there, Cowboy. You know there are things we need to discuss…” I let my voice trail off.
“Yes, there are.” He took a step toward me. I took a step back and held my hand up, essentially holding him off.
“Cole, don’t make me pull it out of you, this is difficult enough.” My irritation showed.
“Grace,” he reached for me. I took another step back. Fearful he would touch me and melt my resolve.
“I’m not a girl just out of high school, I’m not as naïve…Is there something you need to tell me?” I raised my eyes to
his imploring him to answer, dreading the response.
“Grace,” his tone turned serious, his smile faded. My heart froze. “There is no fiancée, there is no more Lauren, there is nothing, except you, and now.” He looked at me intently, unwavering. “So let’s not let the past interfere with the present.” A questioning look remained on his face. He waited patiently for my response.
“So, you never did tell me…” I looked down at my fidgeting fingers, willing them to stop. Giddy as the schoolgirl I just professed I wasn’t. I wanted to jump into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck, so relieved was I. Totally unaware I was tense, holding my breath.
“What?” His voice was low and seductive.
“What brought you back to New York City?...Business?” I asked this hoping I was his motivation.
“The property I acquired...” he trailed off.
I looked up through my lashes. “Oh…of course.” A heaviness sat in my heart.
“…And then there is this woman…she drives me totally mad. I can’t get enough of her or her body...and I’m finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my work when I’m thinking about what she may be up to…” He smiled, his voice smooth as velvet.
I instantly pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth.
“That woman had better be me,” I replied, eying him dubiously.
“Mmm.” He murmured into my neck, “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Oh! You are infuriating!”
He threw his head back and laughed heartily. His expression suddenly turned thoughtful. “Grace, when I was home I still tasted of you on my tongue, still felt your body next to mine. I’ve been hard since I left.”
I swear his voice alone can coax an orgasm from me.
We spent the next morning in bed, re-discovering each other’s bodies. Getting up early, we ate a full breakfast; a vast array of food from fresh fruit to bacon, sausage, crepes, pancakes and the most perfectly poached eggs. If I kept eating like this I would most definitely need to schedule more time with my personal trainer.
We watched old movies on the couch wrapped around each other. It was difficult for me to admit, even to myself, but I sincerely believed I was falling in love. I made myself a promise years ago I would never love anyone that much again, petrified of the pain that would unquestionably follow.
Later that day, after watching Abbot and Costello’s The Times of Their Lives, Cole said, “Grace, I’ve made plans for dinner tonight. I know I didn’t give you any notice. Did you bring a dress, or shall we go out and purchase one for you?”
“I came prepared.” I explained in detail, “I am a woman, and women think ahead.” I smirked triumphantly. “I brought a full selection of clothing just in case you had plans.” A wicked smile played at the corners of my mouth. “Although the thought of you taking me shopping is a total turn on.” My turn to raise my eyebrows. “But I’m positive I have something that would work. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. We have reservations at 8:30.”
“I love surprises!” I squealed with delight.
“I’ll have to remember to try surprising you more.”
“Who can ask for anything more?”
After we took a shower, Cole entered his dressing room to dress for dinner. I waited for him to leave before I started pulling my thigh highs up. After hearing the door to the living room close, I rushed to dress. It felt like I was getting ready for prom, dressing to impress. I was excited, giddy even. I heard the familiar pop of champagne and my excitement built.
I slipped into a frosted silver lace cocktail dress. The stretch lace of the dress molding to my body, the low cut V neckline showing just the right amount of cleavage. My favorite part was the extremely low V back, which extended down to just above my backside. My thigh highs in shimmery silver accentuated my long legs. On my feet were Christian Louboutin pumps specially designed for me. It’s nice to have friends in fashion. They matched the color of my dress perfectly, pumps covered in frosted silver lace with a true stiletto profile complete with a four and a half inch heel. They were my most sexy-assed pair of shoes. I wore the simple diamond studs my mother gave me for my birthday and my platinum Rolex, deciding against additional jewelry. All in all, I was happy with the end result.
I brushed my long hair and pulled it up on one side using a platinum hair comb, an heirloom given to me by my grandmother on my father’s side, and arranged my hair to cascade in a flounce of curls down my back. Finishing off my ensemble was my Prada clutch the same color as my dress. I walked into the living room slowly. What I saw was nothing short of heart stopping.
As good as I hoped I looked, when I gazed at Cole I stopped dead in those sexy-assed stilettos. He looked like Adonis himself. My heart skipped a beat or two. I had to look at the floor to regulate my equilibrium. Momentarily embarrassed by my outward gawking, I continued looking, not caring my mouth was hanging wide open. I combed his body from top to bottom and back up again, slowly enjoying every delicious bit of him. The first thing on the menu was a pair of gorgeous feet inside a pair of luxurious black shoes shined to perfection. Draped upon his shoes over superbly muscular thighs were impeccably tailored navy trousers. Traveling up his body slowly, I was mesmerized by the magnificent male standing casually at the bar. I do love a man in a custom suit, and seeing Cole in a navy blue Armani …I heated up immediately, so aroused I was flushed.
He was so beautiful Michelangelo would weep in awe of his perfection while begging to sculpt him. His pure white dress shirt showed off his light golden tan. His French cuffs adorned with platinum cufflinks were understated and elegant. The flawlessly knotted tie matched his vibrant green eyes; my breathing quickened. On top of that he smelled mouthwateringly good. Like body wash or shampoo, but combined with his own scent he became delicious. I was riveted by his beauty.
His long elegant fingers held out a chilled glass of Rose Champagne for me. As I reached for the glass, his fingers brushed against mine, sending an electrical charge that traveled the length of my body that caused my breath to hitch.
“Thank you,” was all I could manage. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven’t felt like this since Craig...I shoved the memory down, not wanting to go to that dark place, feeling the familiar heartache push its way in. My eyes watered slightly.
The sex-crazed nymphet in my head was screaming, “Forget dinner, food—who needs food? Have more mind-blowing sex.” I forced her back down inside. Harlot. I was beginning to feel like Sybil.
Heat started to fan out, growing in intensity. I had to admit I had never been this enthralled by a man. I raised the chilled glass to my mouth, sipping slowly, trying to relieve my parched mouth. His eyes bored into mine and a slow, sinful smile formed on his lips, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I nearly lost my balance.
I took a deep breath and slowly finished my champagne, placing the empty flute on the bar. Cole offered his arm. I leaned down and grabbed my clutch, tossing my wrap over my arm, then thrust my arm into his. We made our way through the door to the elevator.
As we walked through the lobby, Cole lowered his hand to the small of my back, and I felt the heat of his touch as he possessively placed his hand over the opening of my dress. I was beginning to think I should have listened to my inner harlot. When Cole walked through the lobby, his attractiveness and raw power captivated all those around him. Every pair of eyes was trained on him as we walked outside to the waiting Black BMW SUV. Cole seemed not to have noticed. Was he blind to the potency of his looks?
Ray stood curbside and held the door open. He looked at me then turned to Cole and boldly said, “I’ll wager, Mr. Grayson, you are by far the luckiest man in Manhattan.”
“I would not take that bet, Ray.”
I looked at his face, rewarded by the glow in his eyes.
“Thank you…both.” I accepted the compliment, broad smile beaming.
I draped my wrap over my arm and sli
d to the other side of the seat, making room for Cole to climb in next to me. When the car started moving, he reached over and grabbed my hand. He lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed each fingertip. A shiver ran from my head to my feet. He then linked his fingers with mine, resting our hands on his thigh. I looked out the front window, happy for the darkness inside the car, knowing if he was able to see my face he would know how I felt about him. Several minutes later, we pulled up in front of Daniel’s and I silently wondered if he knew this was one of my favorite restaurants.
We were led to a private room, Cole obviously on the VIP list. Inside, the room was romantically lit, a soft glow emanating from the elegant tapered candles. The company was perfect. Cole continued to hold my hand, resting it on the top of his thigh throughout the meal. I was more than willing to eat with one hand rather than let go of his hand. Dinner was wonderful. Golden Oestra caviar with Champagne to start. The chef prepared a special tasting menu for us. The food and the wine were both perfect beyond belief, the service impeccable. Dessert, well, that was another story; the Huckleberry-Fromage Blanc Vacherin was to die for.
Chapter 19
Lisa’s office door opened. Daria popped her head in.
“Lisa…Hanover’s?” she asked.
“I’m thinking not.”
“Oh…come on,” Daria pleaded.
“It’s been a really long day. I’m thinking a bath then bed.”
“Well, at least think about it and let me know…Tyler and Johan will be there.”
“Okay, stop. You’re killing me, Daria.”
Daria laughed. “You know you want to be there. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Daria smirked. “It’s fucking Friday for Christ’s sake.”
“I’ll see. I need to get myself up for it. I’m bone tired,” Lisa replied, knowing full well she would go. She has been crushing on Tyler since he started at Morgan six months ago. He had a bit of a crush on her too. She knew it. The opportunity just never presented itself before...tonight. She worked late almost every night needing to pay for the apartment in Battery Park City she could barely afford.