by Kira Blakely
“But your father said that you had no use for any of it, any of my codes.” My voice had dropped to a whimper. I was so close to crying. Every time I heard Luther Preston’s voice, his laugh in my ears, I was ready to collapse from outrage and insult.
“My father doesn’t run the company anymore, Bonnie, I do,” he said, and our eyes met again. He was studying my face, and I was studying his. I didn’t want to trust him just yet, I didn’t want to fall for his charm again.
“So, what will you do instead?” I managed to ask, very close to tears again. Did I really want to hear what he had to say now? I could only expect the worst.
“Like I said before, I want you to come and work for me,” Nash said flatly. He still wasn’t smiling though and thankfully he was keeping his distance from me.
“Work for you? How does that solve the problem? This isn’t just about me. It’s about my company and my employees, too,” I screamed. I was so volatile that I knew every little thing he said could set me off.
But Nash remained calm, regarding me with a steady gaze. “Work for me, and work for your company. Do the same thing you’ve been doing,” he replied and now I could see how his eyes danced. He was excited with his own idea, and he expected me to react accordingly. But honestly, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Just minutes ago, I was convinced that Nash Preston’s family business was ready to destroy my old company.
“You want me to just carry on as before?” I blurted out, and my hand flew to my mouth.
“You were doing good work,” he nodded, “and I want you to keep doing it. As long as you get your final sign offs from me, you’re free to operate as you did before.”
Nash Preston had just complimented me for my good work. As much as I enjoyed his mouth on mine, his fingers deep inside me and watching him come, I still didn’t expect to see this side of him. In college, I was attracted to the bad boy Nash, the alpha male. That innate instinct to turn a bad guy into a good guy was probably what drove all my fantasies. And was it actually happening now? Was Nash turning a new leaf suddenly? Or had I always just misjudged him?
I gulped, still in shock. I wanted to burst out laughing, because again, this was too good to be true. But Nash looked serious. He looked like he meant business.
“And what about… the showroom and the—” I began, but he interrupted me.
“Those were my father’s ideas, and I went along with them at the time. But now I’ve changed my mind. I want to go down a different route,” he said and stepped closer to me.
I didn’t step away, because now all I wanted to do was throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. He had made me happier with this than any diamond necklace could make me. And this offer I could definitely accept.
“And I get to keep all my employees? And my office building?” I asked, biting down on my lip excitedly. I was like a kid in an amusement park, and when Nash nodded his head, I cupped my mouth with both my hands. There were fat happy tears in my eyes and Nash was smiling, too.
“I can see you’re happy. Do you accept my offer?” he asked, drawing closer to me. I looked up at his face, smiling wide at him.
“Yes, of course I do. If that means I get to keep doing what I was doing, work on my code, work with the others… there’s nothing more I could want,” I said, in a rushed anxious whisper. My heart was beating fast again, this time out excitement and joy.
“Good, you should bring Peter back, too,” he said, laughing at me.
I nodded my head and smiled. Peter would be so happy to hear it. His family would be so relieved.
“And what about your father? Won’t it piss him off?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I looked into his face.
Nash looked calm and composed on the outside, but I knew it couldn’t be easy for him. To go against his father. I had seen firsthand the kind of control his father had on him.
“Fuck him. He forced this on me, and I’m going to do what I want with it,” Nash said, leaning closer to me.
I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. He drew me closer, kissing me. Our lips met and electric current ran down my spine. This kiss was soft and gentle, like we were kissing for the first time, like we were teenagers. I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t know what he wanted. His tongue was in my mouth as I kissed him back. Then he drew away from me.
“Maybe we should get out of this place,” he said, staring into my eyes.
I was falling for him again, falling for him hard. Nash was good at convincing me to trust him.
“And go where?” I asked, looking around the garden. My heart was racing. I didn’t want to presume too quickly, but getting out of here could only mean one thing. And I was ready to do anything with Nash. And I was sure he could see it in my eyes, too, how desperate I was for him.
“To my place,” he said and I saw how he clenched his jaws. My brows furrowed as I looked at him. Something told me that Nash Preston didn’t usually invite girls to his place. He looked like he was still deciding if it was the right decision.
“Yes,” I said in the quietness of the garden, staring back at him confidently.
This was what I had wanted since college. This was what I’d fantasized about since I met him. Now there was no escaping the truth. I didn’t care what he thought of me; I wanted him, tonight.
Chapter 19
Bonnie
Nash’s chauffeur drove us to his home, and the moment my heels touched the gravel that covered the driveway, it was all I could to stop myself from gasping.
His home was a mansion, a rich red brick estate that went far beyond what my eyes could see. Or maybe it was just too dark. Either way, I looked around in awe as Nash led me up the steps to the front door. I couldn’t believe I was foolish enough to compliment the garden at the country club earlier. The gardens that surrounded Nash’s mansion were definitely far more elaborate. A waft of summer flowers carried to me in the breeze and it made me heady, a little weak in my knees.
Such splendid opulence. I drew in a breath as he led me into his house. A low-hanging crystal chandelier greeted us in the foyer, where a uniformed man held the door open for us. Nash’s home was designed and decorated in a style quite different from his office. While his office was modern and minimalistic, his home was more art-deco and regal.
“This house belonged to my mother’s family,” Nash said in a voice that jerked me out of my thoughts. I breathed in and turned to him, my eyes bright and amazed. He could probably see it on my face; I was floored.
“Come with me, Bonnie,” he said and began climbing up the long winding staircase.
I felt like I was in a dream again. He was leading me up to his bedroom, and I followed, willing and excited. Even a week ago, I would have never imagined that I would be in Nash Preston’s home.
I held on to the skirt of my dress as I followed him upstairs. Thickly carpeted floors muffled the clicking of my heels as Nash led me down a long corridor. At the end, he held the door open and I stepped in, my heart beating out of my chest.
It was a gorgeous room, decorated in an old Georgian style. The walls were a rich teal, dotted with gold light fixtures that once upon a time had carried candles. His bedroom was large enough to house a reading space in the corner, with its own coffee table and four chairs. A four-poster bed adorned the center, with lace trimmings hanging from the top, covering the bed as though it was in its own delicate tent. A fireplace remained dark on one wall, and the mantelpiece carried all of Nash’s old basketball trophies.
“Why don’t you display them in your living room?” I asked, walking over to run my fingertips across them. I knew about each of them, the ones he had gotten in college. I kept a vigilant yet well concealed eye on all his victories. Without attending a single game, I knew exactly when Nash Preston had led his team to victory. And he almost always won.
“I don’t feel the need to, and I don’t entertain as often as you think,” Nash said behind me. I turned to find him standing with his hands in his pockets. He ha
d loosened his bowtie so that it fell in two pieces around his neck now.
“You suit this room, Bonnie,” he said, coming closer to me.
“Only with this necklace on,” I said with a laugh. But my laughter was cut quickly short, when Nash placed a hooked finger under my chin. He was gently raising my face up toward him.
“With or without the necklace, Bonnie. You look stunning,” he said and took my breath away. He was kissing me again, a soft gentle kiss like the one in the garden before we left.
My hands were on his shoulders, and his were on my waist. I was breathless from his kiss, and reeled under the pleasure of having his tongue in my mouth. He was taking his time, taking it slow. The rushed orgasms we’d had on the balcony were now replaced by gentleness. But I was burning up inside.
His hand found the zipper on the side of my dress and he pulled it down. My fingers found the buttons on his shirt. While we kissed, I fumbled with them till his chest was revealed. I gasped against his lips while I felt his skin, smooth and taut under my touch. A soft smattering of dark hair covered the center, and I ran my fingers through it. His chest was wide, like his shoulders, and I could finally touch his abs now. Strong, sculpted and more perfect that I had imagined they would be.
Nash pulled me closer, and my dress was slipping away, down my torso, to my waist. I felt his fingers weave through my long golden hair. Suddenly, he bunched up a fistful and tilted my head with a steady grip.
“I’m going to enjoy this, Bonnie. I’ve waited too long,” he said in a deep throaty voice. He had waited too long? What? Two days? I had been waiting for nearly eight years. Since the first time I saw him. I said nothing, gulping down my words as I stared back into his clear gray eyes.
His face had darkened, and it made me blush. My dress finally gave way, and I was standing naked, pressed to his body. For the first time, my breasts were going to be naked in his hands. My body trembled as I imagined him touching me.
With one splayed hand, Nash enclosed my left breast and squeezed. My eyes pressed close and I winced. How long had I wanted this? His thumb found my pink erect nipple that had been yearning for him. He flicked it and I winced again.
And then he bent his head to reach for it with his mouth. He had let go of my hair now and I leaned back. His wet lips first kissed my nipple and then he sucked, tugging hard, rolling it between his teeth before sucking again.
My panties were wet, and I could feel that familiar urge rising in me. This time I wanted him; I wanted him to actually fuck me. I wouldn’t be satisfied with his fingers anymore. I bunched his dark hair in my hands and I moaned, forcing my body to concentrate on one thing at a time. For now, Nash Preston was sucking on my nipples.
His mouth worked away as my wetness grew. I parted my legs instinctively because I wanted him inside, but he was busy doing something else. He was busy sucking on my breast, and my mind was exploding from the sensation.
I was out of breath by the time he raised his head to look at me. His gray eyes were piercing my soul. His face was completely serious; he wasn’t smiling anymore. Just when he was about to pull away from me, I reached for his cock. It was still in his pants but I cupped it and Nash groaned.
This time, he wasn’t going to push my hand away, and I licked my lips. My blue eyes were glazed over, I was in his trance again, but so was he. We weren’t ourselves as I began to stroke him. He undid his pants, sliding them down his legs. There it was again. His massive cock. The one I had fantasized about for so many years. The one I knew had tortured many women before me.
It throbbed, growing bigger in my hands when I grabbed it. Smooth like velvet, large and rock solid, I wanted it so bad. I stroked him harder and he grabbed my butt, grinding me up against him. Squeezing my ass, keeping me close to him as I brought him closer and closer. I was wetter now, if that was even possible, and he knew I was ready.
We were kissing again, his lips were on mine, his tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck to the top of my cleavage. His cock continued to throb and grow in my hands. He was ready for me. I was ready for him. We were naked and pressed to each other, like we were clinging on for dear life.
“Enough,” he said, like it was a command and released me. “Down on the bed,” he ordered, pushing me gently toward it. With his hand on the small of my back, he bent me down. The lace hanging from the posts gently flapped again my face as I bent over the bed. My hands clasped the posters as I faced forward. Nash remained behind me.
“Nash…” I whispered. I just wanted to say his name. I wanted to scream it, and I felt his hands on my butt again.
“Shhh…” he said, just as he slid that huge cock inside me. He thrust gently, testing me, trying me out for size. I gasped when I felt the length of him. He was big and tight inside me, the biggest I had ever had. But he fit well inside me, reaching that spot he had reached with his fingers earlier.
I closed my eyes, my long hair hanging loose off both my shoulders. This was it. He was inside me. Then he started thrusting, and I started moaning, loudly. My grip on the posters strengthened as Nash pumped into me. Sliding in and out, making my body tremble. He was reaching in deep, increasing the force with every thrust. I could hear him grunting, groaning; it was difficult for both of us to hold back. But we both wanted to make it last as long as possible.
He felt strong and athletic behind me, holding me in place with his hands on my butt. His body was rigid and solid, driving into me, bringing me so close to the edge and then pulling back. I moaned, one loud face-reddening moan just as I was about to come.
“Yes!” he growled, and I knew we were going to come together. I felt him shoot inside me, and I came. My screams had grown louder, my body shook while he continued thrusting, over and over again.
I wanted to scream out his name again. He had made me come so easily, so quickly that I couldn’t believe it. He continued pumping into me, until I could feel that he was spent. I was done as well, but my body still shuddered.
Nash grunted when he started pulling out. I fell forward on the bed, exhausted. I heard a small laugh escape his lips and I turned my head to the side. That bed was like a cloud! I felt like I was floating. But that could very well just have been the Nash Preston effect.
“What?” I asked him, smiling as he stood with his shoulders heaving at the foot of the bed.
“You look like you’re ready to go to sleep,” he said, raising his eyebrows at me.
A sudden fear gripped me. Was he trying to give me a hint?
“Yeah, kinda, just tired. I’ll call for a cab,” I said, trying to straighten myself back up. I didn’t want to overstep. This was a fantasy, remember, not reality.
“Stay the night with me, Bonnie,” he said, in that soft earnest voice I had heard before in the garden. My heart leapt to my throat when I caught his gaze.
“I’ll get Joe to send us up some sandwiches,” he said, walking swiftly over to the landline on the bedside table.
Chapter 20
Nash
When I woke up the next morning, I found Bonnie beside me, snuggled up in the crook of my arm. Her silky blond hair was splayed around her like a halo on the pillow. She took in peaceful breaths as she slept; her eyelids fluttered gently. I continued staring at her for several minutes, enjoying the look on her face. I had never thought I’d see Bonnie Calhoun sleeping, I’d never thought I would see her looking so peaceful.
Her small pink mouth was pressed tightly shut as she slept, and I couldn’t help but reach over and kiss her lips. She scrunched up her nose as though she dreamed of a butterfly sitting on her cheek. I kissed her again. Now her eyelids fluttered more, as she started to wake up.
I had woken up hard for her, and I wanted her immediately. That sense of annoyance I usually felt when I woke up next to a woman was entirely missing. I was glad to wake up next to this woman. I wanted her more, like I couldn’t get enough of her.
I slid my hand under the covers so I could feel her skin. She was soft and smooth wh
ere I touched her naked body. First gently caressing her breasts, then down her belly until I cupped her sex. She spread her legs, still with her eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if she was sleeping but I couldn’t control what I wanted.
I edged myself farther down under the covers, so that my face was level with her protruding hips. They were angular, yet shapely, and I ran my hands down the length of her long smooth legs. They felt like butter to the touch, and I stroked the insides of her thighs.
When I felt her hands in my hair, I knew she was awake. She moaned delightfully, to signal that she wanted the same thing as me. I couldn’t help but smile. Mornings with Bonnie weren’t going to be like anything else I’d experienced.
I licked her navel delicately, and she arched her back, raising her belly up toward me. I edged further down. With my hands on her waist, I continued to lick… down her navel, her belly until I reached where I wanted to be. My means of possessing her. This woman I had wanted all my life. The one who I couldn’t compare to anybody else.
My tongue found her clit, and Bonnie moaned even more. I gripped her waist tightly with both my hands and I started licking. Stroking her softly with my tongue. She parted her legs more, so that now she had her knees around my ears, pressing down on my face. I knew what I was doing to her and neither of us wanted to stop.
I licked and stroked, until I couldn’t control myself anymore and I thrust my tongue in. She was delicious, wet and slippery and her body was writhing in my hands. She clutched my hair tightly, tugging at it as she moaned and moved her hips.
“Nash…” She said my name like she was still dreaming, and I didn’t stop. My tongue thrust into her repeatedly, like my cock had the previous night. I could feel her body vibrating. She was going to come.
Her hands tightened in my hair, and she moved her hips higher and higher. She was moaning, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillows. She came like an explosion in my mouth. The sweet taste of Bonnie Calhoun. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to keep going and her orgasm lasted for several minutes. Until she was spent.