by CJ Thomas
Kelly smirked, reaching for my hand, gently tugging on my fingers. “He said that about me?”
I nodded.
“Then Mr. Anderson doesn’t know me at all.” Kelly’s voice was deep, sultry.
“Are you saying you’re not a gentleman?” My core temperature spiked as the sight of his eyes darkening went straight to my pulsing sex.
“Would a gentleman do this?” He smoothed his rough hand up over my knee before reaching under my skirt and between my thighs.
“Perhaps you’re right,” I breathed as my eyelids grew heavy at the feel of his finger grazing my damp mound. “A gentleman would first ask to touch a woman there.”
Kelly chuckled close to my ear. “Bella, did you do as I say?”
His moist lips tickled my ear, prickling my skin. “Depends what it is you’re asking.”
He hooked his finger beneath my jaw, turning my head to face him, and kissed me.
I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, thrusting against his. Then I reached my hand to his lap, finding him already pitched. “Find out for yourself,” I purred.
Kelly moved to the floor, settling his torso between my knees. Smoothing his hands up and down my thighs, I nibbled on a fingernail, daydreaming about what I’d like to see him do next. There were so many possibilities, so many different ways I could see this going.
Then he hooked his fingers through my laced thong and began pulling it off my hips, down my thighs, letting it fall until I was cuffed at the ankles. He widened my knees and I watched his gaze fall to my treasure. “That’s a good girl,” he said, sliding the tip of his finger between my wet folds, appreciating my new look.
“It was time for a change.” My heart thrashed as I bore my hips down on his finger, pleading for him to enter me. My body was on fire and needed to be cooled. Only he could relieve this heat and find a way to unwind all the tension he was creating inside of me.
“Yes, it was,” he said, grazing my swollen clit.
Then he pushed his finger inside me. My back arched off the back of the seat and I mewed with relief.
“You feel amazing.” He twisted his finger and touched my smooth bare skin with another. “Don’t you like the way it feels?”
“I do.” I licked my lips, needing more of what he was giving me.
He leaned close, lunging his finger deeper, speeding up his thrusts. I tightened around him, seeing stars flash across my vision. My body told me I was close to coming, and I knew he could feel it, too. Kelly curled his finger, hitting the exact spot that curled my toes, and leaned close to blow cool air over my slick clit.
My muscles tensed as I unfolded my elbows, shoving my fingers in his hair, and shuddered through my release just as I felt the vehicle roll to a stop.
Kelly kept his finger inside me, feeling me pulse against him, swirling around my juices before pulling free and bringing it to my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he said, pushing his finger between my lips.
I had never tasted my own orgasm before, and though he didn’t give me a choice, I sucked his finger like I would have given him head. Swirling my tongue over the tip of it, I sucked my own juices away, cleaning it completely until my orgasm was wiped off his finger.
“How do you taste?”
“Not as good as you would have.” I smirked as I played with the collar of his shirt.
“You keep doing as you’re told and I’ll continue to award you for good behavior.” He straightened his spine and leaned forward to press his firm lips against mine. “Now, let’s find you some new clothes.”
I blinked in the bright sunlight as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust—having been living in the darkness of his car, and having been cross-eyed from the orgasm Kelly showered down upon me—but once I focused I said, “Rodeo Drive?”
“The only place to shop.”
Kelly reached down and threaded his fingers with mine. “I know plenty of other places to shop,” I said as I fluffed up my hair with my opposite hand.
“But when you shop here,” Kelly looked around, “you become someone.”
I was familiar with Rodeo Drive. I’d been here before. Not for shopping, but browsing. I also knew just how pretentious and out of my league I was when walking the area. But maybe Kelly could show me what it was really like—what it really meant to be here purchasing expensive items for my own consumption. “I’ve had a drink at Mojito,” I said.
Kelly stopped walking, turned to face me, and peered down with questioning eyes. “Is that right?”
“That’s right. I even met the owner, Wesley—”
“—Reid.” Kelly finished my sentence.
“He was having drinks with Nash Brooks.” I flung my hair over my shoulder and tugged on his hand to get his feet moving again. “And I know you know Nash.”
“He’s dating your friend, Alex.”
“It’s creepy that you know all this.” Then a thought struck me. My heels dug in and I pulled my hand away from his. “Is that why you wanted to be with me for a month?”
Kelly titled his head to the side.
“Tell me now or lose me forever.”
He reached up and wrapped his fingers around my shoulder, ironing his hands up and down my clothed upper arm.
“Is the only reason we’re together because you need me to dish out information on Alex?”
He offered me a bemused smile and I hated how he thought I was anything other than dead serious right now.
When he didn’t answer, I asked, “Is this about the case you’re working on?”
His eyes crinkled and the corners of his lips curled upward.
“Because, if it is, I’ll leave you now.”
He stuck his finger in my mouth, shutting me up completely. “Are you willing to walk away from this?”
I rolled my tongue over his finger, letting the last remnants of my orgasm spill over my taste buds and I felt my knees give out. My head shook.
“I don’t want to talk about work. I’ll tell you this once.” He thrust his finger in and out of my mouth, nice and slow, jarring my memory of what it felt like to be fucked by him. “And after I tell you this, I don’t want you to ever ask me again. Do you understand?”
I nodded with hollowed cheeks.
“I’m with you because I find you attractive.” He lowered his chin and looked at me beneath a sunken brow. “I’m curious about you. My decision to have you for a month has nothing to do with who we both know—what we both might know—and has everything to do with the way we make each other feel. Is that clear?” He slipped his finger out of my mouth.
I swallowed down the salty taste and said, “Clear.”
“Clear, sir.”
My brows knitted.
He nodded. “Say it.”
“Clear, sir,” I said.
“Good.” He took me by my hand again, tipped his head back, and led me down the street.
I suppose he was right in not wanting to discuss work. Talking shop was boring. And though I was certain he loved what he did, I also assumed that if he was anything like me, he needed a break from the stress and I was his one chance at clearing his head.
We window shopped a few stores, discussing women’s fashion and how we both agreed that it was women’s clothing that dictated what a man should wear, not the other way around. I was certain Kelly purposely avoided passing Mojito, but that was fine with me. He was on a mission, knew just the store he wanted to take me to, and when we arrived I walked inside with my head spinning. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You signed my contract.” He smiled as he rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands buried inside his pockets.
I browsed racks of clothes, making sure to touch everything, needing to feel it all for myself. Nothing had price tags, which only meant one thing—it was all more expensive than even I would be willing to pay. “Is that all?”
“And because I only want you to have the best.”
“Mr. Black.” A woman
came out from the back and greeted Kelly.
“Kristin.” He smiled and air-kissed her cheek.
“Long time no see.” Kristin met my gaze and smiled. “What brings you in today?”
Kelly held his arm out to me. “My girl, Kendra, needs to fill her wardrobe.”
My cheeks blushed in embarrassment. He said it like I didn’t own any clothes or that I needed him to take care of me.
“This your normal style?” Kristin moved closer to me, circling around to check me out.
“I have clothes.” I folded my arms over my chest, eyeing Kelly. “Mr. Black, here, insists that I—” I searched for the right word.
“Don’t worry, hun,” Kristin whispered in my ear, “he’s totally worth it.”
I kept one eye on Kelly, not sure exactly how to take Kristin’s comment. Was she simply suggesting I put up with Kelly’s demands and let him pay for all that he wanted to buy me? Or did she actually know that Kelly was worth it.
Jealousy won in the end and I hated to think Kelly had been with any other woman besides me. “Kelly, darling, remind me again. What is the occasion we are shopping for?” I added a little mockery to my voice to grab his attention.
His eyes darkened as he raked them over me and I couldn’t help but notice how his bulge swelled against his zipper. “Dinner.”
“Dinner?” I turned to Kristin. “I guess I’m going to dinner.”
He sauntered over to me with sex in his eye. “Tonight.”
“I know where to start.” Kristin squeezed my shoulder as she hurried to the far end of the store.
Kelly clamped his fingers around my tender mid-section and tugged me against his hardness. “And I want everyone to lust after you.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard.” I shrugged.
Kelly chuckled, sending pleasing vibrations to my flexed stomach.
“Kendra, over here.” Kristin waved for me to meet her on the other side of the store. “I want you to see what I have pulled out.”
I took one step before Kelly caught me by the wrist and twirled me into his arms. He smashed his lips over mine, as if he could feel my insecurity threatening to doubt my own abilities. What he was asking of me—I knew I could do it—but with him actually saying it, somehow the pressure escalated to a point I knew I would overthink things until I ruined it all. I want everyone to lust after you. Kelly’s words echoed between my ears. When he finally released me, Kelly pushed me toward Kristin who’d watched it all.
“See, what did I tell you?” Kristin leaned her shoulder against mine and talked quiet enough so that Kelly wouldn’t hear. “The man is amazing.”
Kristin had several outfits laid out but before I could make a decision, I needed to ask Kelly where we were going. “Surprise,” he said.
“Really? You know that doesn’t help me make a decision.” Don’t get me wrong, I liked surprises, a little bit of mystery, too, though without knowing for sure what he had planned, it was proving impossible to make a decision on what to wear.
“Then we better play it safe and go with something like this,” Kristin said, holding up a sexy, skin-tight lace up dress.
I loved it immediately. Knew that I would kill it in black. And when I held it up to my body and looked in the mirror, Kelly’s face stamped his own approval on the outfit. “Kelly, I don’t need this. I have my own things I can choose from.” I turned around to face him. “Are my clothes really that awful?”
“Our relationship is new.” His hands landed on my shoulders, gently massaging them as he stood behind me, both of us staring into each other’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror. “And so must it be with your clothes.”
My gaze traveled the length of the dress. It was gorgeous. I loved it. Knew I’d look stunning in it. And I also knew that I needed to have it.
“The last thing I need is for you to have already worn something, something you’ve worn when being seen with another man.” He kissed the crown of my head. “This is a new beginning. It’s important we start on a fresh note.”
“If you insist.” I reached out to smooth my hand down his muscular arm.
“I do.” His fingers dug into my skin. “I’ll also be giving you your own credit card to use so you can purchase anything you want even when I’m not here.”
My head snapped up to look up at him. His eyes were sharp and sincere. There was nothing more beautiful than the way he was looking at me now. “Kelly, I have my own money. Really, you don’t need to do this.”
He smiled and lifted his head to Kristin. “Is there a room she can try this on?”
“Through there.” She pointed to the back corner. “The door is unlocked.”
“Thank you, Kristin. Give us a moment, will you?”
“I’ll be in the front when you’re ready.” She smiled and walked away.
Kelly laid his hand on the small of my back and pushed me toward the changing room. “What do you have planned, Kelly?”
“Take me with you, and you’ll find out.”
I reached behind my back and felt his dick straining hard against his pants. If I wasn’t mistaken, I knew exactly where Kelly was taking me—and what it was he wanted to do.
8
Kelly
Kendra glanced over her shoulder with hooded lids as I followed her inside the changing room. There was sex in her eye. She was on to me.
My fingers splayed on the door and without looking, I pressed it closed until I heard it snap shut. “Hang up the dress,” I demanded, raking her curvy figure over with my eyes.
“I know what you’re up to,” she murmured, hanging the dress on the empty hook, following my orders.
I stepped forward, grazing her face with the fingers of one hand while smoothing the palm of my other down her side before settling on the curve of her ass.
“Keep your hands off me.” Kendra peeled my fingers away from her body. “People will hear us. We can’t do this here.”
I put my hands back on her, tightening my grip, taking a firm hold of her in case she tried to push me away again. “Oh, yes we can.” My lips kissed the side of her soft face. “And we are going to do this here.”
“I’ll do anything you want.” She turned to me with pleading eyes. “Just not here.”
My hand grazed over her breast before clamping around her throat, gently stroking her trachea with my thumb. “Remember your role.” My eyes moved across her delicate features. “What you agreed to do. Who you agreed to be. Do you remember what I asked of you?”
“To submit,” she breathed out.
“Exactly.”
“I thought that was only for when we were in the bedroom.”
I took her hand and placed it on my cock. “Oh, no, sweetheart. You must submit whenever I’m hard.”
Kendra’s breath hitched, her pulse fluttering intensely in her stiff neck. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “Then do it.”
In one swift motion, I cupped her lovely face with both of my hands. Her dazzling green eyes danced with mine. Taking me by surprise she lunged for my mouth, kissing me hard.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as her knee bent and clawed at the side of my leg as if looking for some kind of foothold to latch on to. I tugged her tightly against my body, needing to feel her heat against my own. We kissed fiercely, stealing breaths between the swirls of our tongues. Her taste had me harder than before and I took my fingers directly to the back of her skirt where I feverishly worked to unzip it.
“Kelly,” she mewed against my lips.
I craved her. Couldn’t take my mind off of her—what I wanted to do to her, how I wanted to make her feel. She was intoxicating and completely on fire, making me want her even more.
Kendra wedged her slender hands inside my suit jacket and pushed the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me. I worked to unbutton her blouse. A second later, I found myself squeezing her firm orb, letting her razor-sharp nipple slice through my palm. “Shit, woman,” I growled. “You have no ide
a what I have in store for you.”
“Maybe not.” She threaded her hand through my hair and tugged at the roots. “But now that you’ve turned me on, I can’t wait to find out.”
I crashed my lips down on hers, thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, and spun her around quick enough to make her yelp. “Quiet—” I chuckled, “—you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”
“You’re an asshole.” She giggled.
“That I am.” I grinned, snapping her hands above her head and pinning them against the wall.
“You’re lucky I like assholes.” She arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air.
She looked absolutely incredible with splayed hands, high on the wall, perfectly placed on both sides of the large rectangular mirror. I hadn’t thought about that feature when I followed her inside, but it proved to be a nice visual effect, allowing me to see both sides of all that she was. God, she was gorgeous.
Smoothing my hands up her sides, I grabbed a dangling breast over her bra and leaned close. Licking her ear, I said, “This is your one chance to escape what I’m about to do to you.”
Kendra lifted her head and stared at herself in the mirror as if needing a moment to decide her fate. When she didn’t respond, I took her silence as an invitation to continue my pursuit.
Pulling down her skirt, I tapped her leg and she stepped out. Then I kissed her legs, beginning with the calf and licking my way up her thigh. Her long laced heels were sexy on her thin legs and gave her several more inches of height—making it perfect for me to take her from behind.
“Now take off your shirt.” My voice was low and deep.
“How far are you taking this?” Kendra peered under her arm, looking down at me still on my knees. “Because Kristin will be wondering—”
I could only smile. She was so damn cute, and with each of her little protests of concern for getting caught, my need only grew with the challenge to make her scream. “As long as you stay quiet, there is nothing to worry about.” I slid my fingers between her thighs, rubbing them against her damp folds still covered by her sexy thong I had seen on the drive here.
Her breath hitched and as she took her plump bottom lip between her teeth, my cock twitched. A second later she pulled her arms free from her shirt and turned to face me. There was a look in her eye that told me she was up to something. And when she looped her shirt around my neck, pulling me to her, I knew exactly what it was she wanted me to do.