by Alison Mello
He pulls away. “Watch it. You look mighty fine in that bathing suit. I don’t need to attend my meeting with a hard on.”
I giggle as I rub my hand down his muscular chest and over the front of his pants, where I feel his cock starting to thicken. “No worries, hot stuff. I’ll take care of that later.”
I purposely shake my ass as I walk off toward Kelly to start my last round of photos, and I can hear him groan as he walks out the door. I think to myself, Oh yeah, tonight is definitely a romantic dinner kind of night.
I take my place in front of the camera, determined to get this over with and get out the door. I need to run to the store to pick up a few things for dinner and then go home to start preparing for a nice night with Derek. I’ve been a bit of a bitch lately, and here he is bringing me flowers. I definitely have some making up to do.
About an hour later, I’m freshened up and out the door. As usual, the second I step outside Jordan is waiting for me. “Are you ready to go home, Ms. Campbell?”
“Actually, I need to go to the store first, then you can take me home,” I say to my guard as he opens the door for me.
I slip into my car and lock the doors as I watch him slip into his. According to protocol, he’s supposed to follow at a distance directly behind me. I quickly arrive at the grocery store, and while I walk around and pick up what I need, Jordan is never far from me. At first it was nerve-wracking, but now I’m starting to find it comforting.
I don’t have a lot of time to make something too nice, so I decide on pasta with meatballs and garlic bread. My man likes his pasta and since I don’t have another shoot until next week, I have a few days to work this off at the gym.
I’m out of the store in a matter of a few minutes. I slip back into my car, and he follows me back to the house. He opens the door for me when we arrive at Derek’s house and helps me with the bags I’m getting from the passenger’s seat, and then we walk up the walkway to the door. I’m always leery about approaching the door because my stalker has left stuff on the porch for me. Thankfully there’s nothing today.
Jordan unlocks the front door and peeks inside. I follow behind him. He glances around the foyer and then moves through the living room and kitchen before going through the remainder of the house. He always walks around the house to make sure nothing is out of place and the place is empty when we get home. While he does that, I get busy in the kitchen making the meatballs. Once they’re in the oven, I set a romantic table for two with candles and the flowers I bought.
I run up to Derek’s room to change into something sexier than the skinny jeans I’m wearing. I slip into a cute dress that has three-quarter length sleeves and comes just above my knees. It’s low cut in the front, revealing my cleavage, and I’m sans panties. I turn in the mirror, feeling good about my choice.
When I get back downstairs, I put the fireplace on low for some ambiance. Then I go to the kitchen to pull the meatballs from the oven to add them to the sauce. I place a pot of water on the stove to make the pasta and then prepare a salad.
I’m placing the salad on the table when I hear the front door open. “Mmm, it smells amazing in here,” Derek says when he walks in.
I walk into the kitchen to stir the pasta. “I’m in here.”
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. He whispers in my ear, “You look amazing.”
“Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.”
He pulls me away from the stovetop and when I turn, his mouth crashes into mine in a very passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth as his hands glide across my ass, squeezing each globe.
He breaks our kiss and stares into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that since I left you this afternoon. You’re all I could think about in my meeting.”
I giggle. “That’s good because you’re all I’ve thought about since you left me. However, dinner is just about done, so I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starved, but not for food,” he says, pressing his erection into my body.
“That’ll have to wait. I need to feed you so you have the energy to keep up with me.” I wink.
He laughs and says, “I’m sure I can keep up just fine, but you’re right, you’ve worked hard on this dinner. Let’s sit and eat.”
He pours us some wine while I put the finishing touches on dinner. Once I’m done, he carries our plates to the dining room and I take the two glasses of wine. We both sit in our usual seats and eat in a comfortable silence.
“How did the remainder of your shoot go?”
I shrug. “Good, I guess. I don’t usually get to see the pictures for at least a few days after the shoot, and sometimes I don’t see them until the ad launches.”
“Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, you have no idea if you’ll even like the pictures, but they’ll end up in an ad anyway?”
“It used to,” I say as I take another bite of my salad. “But I got over it because in reality I get paid whether I like the pictures or not. What really matters is that the company likes them.”
“Mm, this is really good, babe. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until we sat down.”
“Thank you. How was your day?”
“It was fine. I had a meeting with Tobey this afternoon to discuss the budget for our area and things we need to come up with funding for. He swears we’re fundraising gods since the last one was such a huge success.” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to top the last one, but we need to come up with something. We’ve got guys who need service dogs, and Tobey doesn’t want to let them down.”
“You and Carter make a great team. I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I say, pushing my plate away as he finishes his.
He stands from the table, blows out both candles, and takes the plates into the kitchen. I follow behind with the salad. I place the cover over the bowl and put it in the fridge. When I turn around after shutting the refrigerator door, he pins me against it.
“Time for dessert.” He leans in to kiss me.
“I need to finish cleaning up,” I argue, but he continues kissing his way over my jaw to my neck.
“After,” he says as his hand glides up under my skirt. He rubs his hands over my ass, discovering there’s no thong string. “Holy shit, you’re not wearing any fucking panties.”
I giggle. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. Toying with him, I try to resist, but he just scoops me up and takes the stairs two at a time. He slides me down his body at the foot of the bed, and my dress rides up. Quickly, he tosses the dress to the other side of the room, revealing that I’m sans panties and bra.
“God, you're beautiful.”
He leans in to kiss me yet again. As our tongues meet, my hands go to the buttons on his shirt, making quick work of them. He unbuttons his sleeves and I slip it off his shoulders, causing it to pool on the floor. My hands roam all over his chiseled chest and body. I love the bumps of his smooth, muscular body.
He kisses his way to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, and then kisses down my neck. He backs me up to the bed and lowers me down in the middle of it. Climbing on top of me, he looks deep into my eyes and pauses. It’s like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He gives me a slight smile and lowers his lips to my neck, setting my skin on fire as he kisses his way down to my breasts. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as it hardens. He massages my other breast while his mouth continues its assault. All I can do is moan at the pleasure he’s inflicting on my body.
He releases my breast and kisses his way down my stomach. He doesn’t stop until he gets to my fully waxed pussy. He looks up at me with a devilish grin as he lowers his mouth, licking my folds. It’s so much more sensitive with no hair, and he knows it.
Separating my folds with his tongue, he finds my clit and moans as he licks it. “Mm, you taste heavenly.”
He continues lapping up my juices. I’m so wet and turned on for him. I start to grind my hips against his face. His stubble scrapes at my
sensitive skin as my hands dive into his hair. I’m pulling at it as he assaults my clit with his warm, wet tongue.
“Derek, that feels so good. You’re going to make me come.”
“Mm, come for me, babe.”
His tongue is deep inside me. He brushes over my clit with his thumb, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I’m exploding as he laps up my juices. I continue grinding my hips as I ride out my orgasm with my hands in his hair.
I finally let go of him as I lie there, panting from the orgasm that just tore through my body. No man has ever pleased me sexually the way Derek does. His tongue glides over my stomach and back up my body.
“I love how you pull my hair as you come all over my face,” he says.
He lowers to kiss me so I’ll taste my own arousal on his tongue. The combination of the way we taste is amazing.
He makes quick work of the condom and slowly slips the tip of his cock into my pussy. I moan in frustration when he pulls it back out. “Give it to me, Derek.”
“I will. Roll over. I want that ass in the air.” I smile as he sits back on his heels so I can get into position. “I love this ass,” he says as he slaps it and then slams his cock into me.
“Oh God, Derek, you feel amazing.”
He pauses for a moment as he digs his fingers into my hips and starts pounding his cock as deep as he can. I love that he’s not afraid to be rough with me. He continues his pounding as my orgasm builds again, but he senses it and slows for a minute.
“Don’t be a tease,” I say.
He pulls out and slaps me again. “I’m in charge of your orgasm,” he says as he places the tip of his cock at my opening. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I practically scream.
“Then say it.”
“You’re in charge of my orgasm.”
I pant as he slams his cock inside of me. I’m so worked up, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to once again build. He reaches around with one hand and plays with my clit as I fight my impending orgasm. I’m so close, but I need to hold out for him.
“I can’t hang on much longer,” I whimper.
“Give it to me,” he says as he pinches my clit. The sensation is amazing as my orgasm shatters me. My pussy tightens around his cock as he slams into me one last time, emptying himself deep inside of me.
I collapse flat on my stomach with him lying beside me, panting. “Babe, you never cease to amaze me. That was the perfect ending to my day.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Where are you going?” I ask as he slips out of me and climbs off the bed, but he says nothing as he walks into the bathroom. A minute later he returns with a warm facecloth to clean me up. He then disposes of it and comes back to bed.
My eyes are getting heavy from our sexcapade and lack of sleep. “I need to clean up downstairs.” I moan, not really wanting to move.
“Shh, babe. Rest and I’ll go clean up.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, and in no time I’m out for the night.
Chapter 2
Derek
I walk out of the bathroom freshly showered, shaved, and dressed for work. I pause to behold a beautiful sight. Bella is in my bed, tangled in my sheets and resting quietly. I wanted to wake her this morning and make sweet love to her one more time, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it knowing she hasn’t been sleeping well.
I watch her for a moment, taking her in, and wonder what it’s going to take to get her to live here permanently. She’s been staying with me for a couple of months now with this crazy guy on the loose, but with my private investigator working this I’m hoping to have some answers soon. That means I have to convince her not to run once we find out who her stalker is.
She stirs, stretching in bed. Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at me. “Good morning,” she says with a small smile as I sit on the bed next to her.
“Good morning, beautiful. I’m sorry if I woke you.”
She shakes her head. “No. Besides, I’m glad I get to see you for a minute before you leave for work.”
“What are you up to today?” I ask her, brushing my knuckles across the flawless skin of her cheek.
“I’m not really sure yet. I may go by my place to check on things and get some different clothes.”
I lean down to kiss her on the forehead. “Just please take Jordan with you and be careful,” I say gently, knowing it bothers her that she has to be followed everywhere. She has to know I’m doing it because I care for her, but I’m sure it still stings.
She smiles at me. “I will. What are you up to today?”
“I’m on the road. I’m dropping in on two of the local housing centers to ensure they’re running up to standard and see if they need anything to accomplish their mission.”
“You love what you do, don’t you?”
“I do, and I love it even more when being on the road most likely means I’ll be home early to spend time with you.” I finish my statement in barely a whisper as I gently kiss her soft, luscious lips.
“I’ll look forward to it. What should we do?” She bites her bottom lip.
“I’m sure we can think of something. It is a Friday night. Do you want to stay in or go out?”
“Dinner and dancing?” She looks so hopeful there’s no way I can say no.
I grin down at her. “As long as you’re okay with Jordan following, then it’s a date.”
She squeals and nods.
Her excitement makes me laugh. I’m halfway out the door when she shouts, “Don’t forget Patty and Carter are coming over tomorrow night for dinner.”
“I haven’t forgotten, babe. I’ll see you in a few hours,” I respond as I descend the stairs.
As soon as I have the car started, I ensure my phone is connected to the Bluetooth and dial Tobey.
“Hey, man,” he answers. “What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way to Stuart House to check on the veterans and see what they need.”
“Good. Do you realize that’s the place we’ve had complaints about?”
“I do. Is there anything in particular you want me to look for?”
“No, just do a thorough walk through and let me know how our guys are doing.” There’s a bit of a growl to his voice, which leads me to believe the complaints have something to do with the troops not being treated well. We’re all very passionate about our troops getting the best care possible.
“I read you loud and clear. Don’t stress, Tobey. I’m on it.”
I cut the call. I don’t need him freaking out on me anymore than he already is. I’m only a few minutes away from the place.
As soon as I park my car, I jump out and slowly walk toward the door, checking out the outside as I go. I hand the girl my card and say, “I’m here to meet with Mr. Bentley.”
“Is he expecting you?” she asks in an overly sweet voice.
“No, this is a surprise visit. Please call him from your desk and let him know I’m in the building and wandering around.”
I walk past her desk, and as I do I can hear her pick up the phone to call her boss. I walk down the hall. So far, all looks good.
When I get to the end, I see a hall to the left. I walk down it and see a bunch of rooms. I pick the first one I see and knock on the door. There’s a gentleman lying on a bed, and the room smells horrible. He turns to the door with what appears to be fear in his eyes. I step through the door slowly and cautiously.
“Hello, my name is Sergeant First Class Derek Thompson, retired. I’m here checking in on the service of the center. How’s your stay been?”
He looks down at the bed and just shrugs his shoulders.
“May I have a seat?”
He nods his approval as he continues to look down. Sitting toward the edge of the bed, I ask him, “Can you tell me the last time you’ve gotten a shower?”
He shrugs his shoulders again.
“Mr. Thompson, it’s so nice of you to join us today.”
> I look up to see Mr. Bentley at the door, but before I looked up the patient let out a slight gasp. I look back to the patient and he’s shaking as if he fears Mr. Bentley. This really pisses me off, but I need to keep my calm. I don’t want this asshole to realize that I’m on to the fact that he’s not taking care of our soldiers just yet.
“Mr. Jones, has your nurse not come to give you your bath?” He shakes his head slightly. “I will take care of that right away for you.” He pretends to be pissed as he leans out the door and screams for a nurse to get Mr. Jones his shower.
I stand from the bed and as I do, I whisper to him. “I’ll fix this, I promise.”
He doesn’t move or make a sound. I walk through the door and past Mr. Bentley, who instantly follows behind me. I look into the next room. The man appears clean, and he’s sitting in a chair and staring out the window. I don’t stop. I just walk to the next room.
“How are these patients doing, Mr. Bentley?”
“Well, you know how it is. Some are more responsive than others.”
I nod as I continue my stroll down the hall, making notes as I go. I walk into one of the bathrooms to find it acceptably clean. I make note of the areas I’m not happy with and move on.
“I’d like to see the kitchen, please.”
He nods. “Right away, Mr. Thompson. Please follow me.”
He takes the lead, and now I can take a closer look without him stressing over what I’m going to see. We’re outside the doors of the kitchen when I spot cobwebs in the corners, which puts me on alert. The first thing I check in the kitchen is the fridge. I open it to find plenty of food and none of it’s outdated, so he passes there. There are also healthy options, so that’s another good sign. I’m about to bring up the minor cleaning issues when the cook walks in smelling like a smoke shop and starts handling the food without washing his hands. I turn to Mr. Bentley with my brows raised, clearly shocked by what’s happening.
He clears his throat and says, “Hey Roger, aren’t you forgetting to wash your hands?”