Chicks, Man

by J. D. Hollyfield

  I wonder if he notices the saturation of my tears soaking his chest. His words. His affirmations. How do I tell him I’ve loved him since I was seven years old, and if this ends—which it will—it won’t be because I have a change of heart?

  “What about Kipley? My dad?”

  “For now, we keep this between us. Not that I’m hiding us, because hell, if I could show everyone you’re mine, I would. But to keep me alive, we should maybe keep what’s going on a secret.” As scandalous as it sounds, I do agree. We would be done before we even started if either of them got wind. I nod.

  “So, you agree? You’re willing to test the waters? See where this goes?”

  I am. I want to take a risk. Live. I want to jump headfirst into this crazy idea that Levi Dent and I could actually have a happily ever after. “I do. I do. I—”

  His lips crash down on mine, kissing me with such fierceness, my legs buckle. Before I lose my composure, he swoops me up, cradling me in his arms. “Fuck, I’ve been going mad all week wanting to do this.” More kissing, biting, growling. “I wanted to give in, take you into my office, and spank the stubbornness out of you on Tuesday wearing that cute little pink shirt. I almost dragged you in my office on Wednesday with that pale thingy—”

  “My dress suit?”

  “Fuck, you looked hot.” His tongue dives into my mouth, massaging mine. “I was so frustrated with you, I almost beat off in my office watching you bite at your nails through the window. Fuck, you drove me nuts.”

  “What about all your dinner dates? None of them scratched your itch?” My stomach tightens, fearing his response.

  “Fake. Had the receptionist at my gym call you all week in exchange for Chase’s number.”

  I want to punch him for tormenting me. All week long, Googling all the numbers I saved, trying to search out who these girls were. Instead, I kiss him harder.

  The door bursts open, and we peel our lips from one another, startled. A janitor sticks his head in. “Oh, come on, this isn’t high school prom. I ain’t cleanin’ up after ya’ll.”

  We both try to mask our laughter. Levi grabs my hand and tugs me toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  “Where?”

  “I got a room. I need you in it and naked right now.”

  “Wait, what about the gala? My parents will wonder—”

  “We’ll figure it out later. Right now, I need only you.” He takes my hand and guides us through a hallway until we pop out by the elevators. We stand next to one another, waiting for the doors to open. The energy between us is so electric, it’s dangerous. We may be standing silent, but the drumming of our hearts is deafening.

  The doors open, and he tugs me inside. The second they close, he pushes me against the mirrored wall and kisses me. His heart hammers against mine, his hands hungry to get to me. “This dress needs to go.” He nips at my bottom lip, and I squirm under his hold. He presses his hard erection into my stomach just as the elevator dings, and we rush out. I barely register the rooms we pass, then he’s swiping his key against the electronic lock and we stumble inside.

  At the sound of the door closing, I spin around to face him. Levi Dent has always been a sight. But tonight, there are no words to describe how he takes my breath away, all handsome in his tuxedo, his hair disheveled from earlier. And those eyes. They’ve lost the calmness they normally carry. They scream hungry. Needy. Determined.

  “Levi.”

  “Hannah.” He takes one predatorial step toward me. My mind races with his intentions. Will he make good on his promise at my parents’ house and run his mouth along my center? Use his fingers to send me into oblivion? Will he hold me and allow me to bask in his scent and comfort?

  “What are you planning?” My voice is timid. With two long strides, his large frame eats up the last remaining space separating us, and his hand reaches up to cup my cheek. “I bet your mind is running rampant wondering, maybe even hoping, about all the things I plan to do to you. But right now, I want to drown all your worries and insecurities.” His lips dip to mine, kissing me softly, then he pulls away. “I want to show you why you’re something special. Why I’m thankful you’re giving me a chance. Why there is nothing more perfect than this moment.” His lips return, stealing my breath, our tongues doing a slow dance. My arms travel around his neck, and he lifts me up, carrying me to the bed.

  He lays me down, his lips never leaving mine, his hand caressing the side of my ribcage, a low-pressure squeeze to my hips. He’s fighting to go slow, and it’s killing me. My dress is too heavy against my skin. I need it off.

  “Your body is buzzing for me. Tell me what you want, Hannah?” His voice is low yet demanding in a way that sets my core on fire.

  “I want to feel you. All of you. This dress. It’s in the way.” His lips move down my chin, my neck, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue making circles against my hypersensitive flesh is too much. I lift my hips, needing friction, needing something more. “Levi, please,” I beg.

  His hands dip lower, pulling at my dress, hiking it up just enough for his fingers to disappear under the silk fabric. The warmth of his palm skates up my thigh, and I bite my tongue when his fingers brush along my folds.

  “Always so wet for me. Perfect. Beautiful,” he hums against my skin, pushing one finger inside. My head tilts back at the welcomed intrusion. Using his other free hand, he pulls the dress strap off my shoulder, trailing kisses down to my breast. “I dream about these. In my mouth. In my hands. Owning them, sucking them, marking them.” He wraps his mouth around my nipple, circling the bud with his tongue. With each measured thrust, he grazes his teeth along my flesh, making me crazy. My hips can’t fight his slow torture. They lift, welcoming him deeper.

  “Naughty little Hannah, always wanting more.” He pulls out and inserts two fingers. I lose my breath on a moan, needing more, and he knows it. There’s a crack in the air. A spark threatening to detonate my entire body when a third finger thrusts inside me. With each addition, he’s less gentle, more urgent. The brush of his knuckles at my opening has me crying out in pleasure. He takes no pity on me as his teeth clamp down on my nipple.

  “Levi, more,” I beg. I ride his fingers, unable to hold on any longer. My hips thrust up, and he doesn’t hold back, powering inside me, filling me until my orgasm ignites and my walls come crashing around his fingers. He swallows my cry with his mouth, kissing me hard, working me until my spasms subside.

  His mouth eases up, and he pulls away. Our eyes connect, and it’s impossible to miss the shift in the air. The electricity that surrounds us. “You’re beautiful, Hannah Matthews. Inside and out. And I’m going to spend the entire night proving that to you.”

  I bite my lower lip, fighting back tears. No one has ever spoken such beautiful words to me. Words that hold so much honesty. His eyes stare back at me, shining with sincerity, and I want to break down all these walls I have built so high around me and confess all the love I’ve held for him all these years. Confess just how perfect I hold him to be. But he doesn’t allow it. He climbs off me, and the lack of his warmth disappoints me. There’s a low chuckle falling off his lips as he loosens his tie. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere. Just getting rid of these unwanted barriers. I want nothing between us.”

  Relief settles in my chest, and I relax, my eyes clouding over when he tosses his tie to the ground, working at each button, exposing his firm, tan chest. His bronze skin is smooth and flawless, and I can’t help but gawk at how stunning he is. Once his shirt is gone, he undoes his pants, pushing them to the ground, along with his boxer briefs, and I struggle to keep my composure.

  He’s gorgeous. Any time we’ve found ourselves in this situation, I’ve never taken the chance to admire him. Truly view and enjoy. “Seems unfair you get to do all the looking.”

  I snap out of my haze and sit up, pulling my dress strap off my shoulder. Constricted by my long gown, I’m forced to stand, allowing the silk to fall in waves past my hips, leaving me bare except my whi
te lace thong.

  “Jesus,” Levi moans, taking in my form.

  “I could say the same thing,” I reply, getting an eyeful myself.

  He takes a step toward me. His lips hit mine, and his arms envelop me, carrying me back onto the bed. Laying my head gently on the pillow, his mouth opens, warming my bare skin with his inviting lips. I lose my fingers in his thick hair, pressing his head closer, needing more. His slowness creates this animalistic urge inside me. My hands become greedy, trailing down his back, my nails scraping against his skin.

  “Levi, please.” He takes a soft nip at my skin, using his knee to push my legs apart. A strong hand dives into my hair as his other guides himself between my thighs. I realize there’s one vital mistake we’re making, and it’s protection. But I trust him. With everything.

  The tip of his cock pushes at my entrance, and it’s almost too much. His eyes find mine, waiting for approval. “I don’t have anything. I didn’t plan this, so I—”

  “Nothing between us, right? I trust you. Completely.” His steely gaze fills with a mixture of appreciation and arousal. With no further need for approval, he powers into me. The sonorous sound of pleasure fills the room, two voices, piercing with the same guttural need. He offers me a few breaths to adjust, but rears back and fills me once again. One after the other, he consumes me. My mind loses itself in the feel of him, the way his heart slams against mine, our bodies in tune. The tingling of my skin, the beating of his pulse. The sweat and buzzing around us. This isn’t just him taking from me, it’s him giving to me just as much. And in return, I offer him everything. My heart, my body, my trust. His lips find mine, knowing I’m close to falling, exploding, and losing myself to all things Levi Dent.

  “So. Fucking. Beautiful…” he growls, and I let go. The air in my lungs gets trapped by the silent scream of my orgasm blasting through me, my walls breaking down, my heart cracking open. My fingers dig into his skin as I try to hold on, afraid I’ll float away. It’s only a few more powerful thrusts until his chest rumbles, telling me he’s just as far gone. Warmth fills me as his orgasm throws him off his own axis, his mouth slamming down on mine.

  “Why’d you bring Rebecca?”

  My question stirs him. We’ve been lying in bed, enjoying our after-explosive-sex high. My head is on his chest as his fingers play with my hair.

  “I didn’t.”

  “Then why was she with you? The gala roster said you added a plus one?”

  He squeezes me, leaning up and placing a kiss on my head. “Checking up on me, huh?” My fingers find his bare nipple, and I pinch. “Ow! First off, the plus one was because Kip asked for it. When I showed up at his place to catch a ride with them, she was there. I guess she swindled her way into going.”

  Of course she did. My anger at seeing her on Levi’s arm rears its ugly head. “Calm down, tiger. I would never lay a hand on her.” Even so, the simple gesture was enough to send me into an ass whooping frenzy. “Speaking of unwanted sidekicks, why Braydon?” Now I wish I never brought it up. Because my answer isn’t as innocent as his.

  “I invited him to make you jealous.”

  “Did you now?” He squeezes my breast. “Well, it worked. If he hadn’t left you at the bar, I was going to have a waiter tell him his mommy was on the phone to get him away from you.” I shamefully laugh, then knock his hand away.

  “Stop. He means well.”

  “He’s a little shit.”

  “He’s nice. And helpful.”

  Levi makes a quick adjustment, and I find myself under him. “He’s off. I don’t want you talking to him anymore. You’re mine. I don’t want to share you with anyone—not even Poindexter.”

  I laugh. He is kind of geeky. “I can’t just stop talking to him.”

  “Yes, you can. And you better. Otherwise, I’ll have to find a way to ruin his life so he quits.” I know he’s joking, but I don’t want him making trouble for Braydon. He’s done nothing wrong. “Promise me you’re done with him.”

  I don’t reply fast enough, and his teeth cover my nipple. “Ouch! Okay, I won’t! Levi, stop!” I start to laugh because his attempt at torturing me morphs into pleasure. “Please, stop, I’ll behave. When we go to lunch, I’ll tell him—ahhh…” I arch my back as he sucks so hard, he’s sure to leave a mark. “Levi, please,” I can’t not beg when it comes to him and his mouth, the way he touches me, soothes me, dominates me.

  “I need you to be a good girl, Hannah, or else I’m going to have to torture this tight little body of yours.” I feel his smile through his lips pressing around my breast. He releases my flesh and moves to my other breast. “You eat lunch with me from now on. In my office, with the door shut. Because my lunch is going to be you, devouring this sweet cunt of yours.” I choke on my own laughter as he slides down my stomach, placing his mouth on my mound.

  “Now, be a good little paralegal and open wide for me. I need to taste perfection.” My hands go limp, and my eyes fall shut as I lose myself into the abyss of Levi and his hungry mouth.

  Hannah

  I don’t understand why people don’t enjoy Mondays. It’s the start of a new week. Brand new—“Shoot!” I trip over my own two feet, stumbling out of the elevator.

  “Ms. Matthews, are you okay?” Vanessa pops up from her chair as I pick myself up off the ground. Okay, I take that comment back. Mondays suck! I brush off my scraped knees, feeling the back of my skirt for any tears. Why would I even think Mondays are good? Maybe because you’re sleeping with your boss and you get to see him for the first time since your rendezvous all night Friday into Saturday? Of course not!

  Also, yes.

  When we were forced to check out and go our separate ways, I wanted to pout like a baby. So, maybe I did a little bit, but if we aren’t careful, we could risk getting caught. Thankfully before the night got too late, Levi had me shoot off a text to my parents, letting them know I’d left early and went to hang out with a friend. You know the make-believe ones I all of a sudden seem to have.

  By morning, I had a dozen missed calls from Braydon. I sent him a quick text apologizing, saying I’d gotten sick and went home—praying he didn’t go to my house to check on me.

  Levi had the same amount of missed calls from Kipley and Rebecca. My pout changed into a frown thinking about him calling her back and easing her worry, but then he made it all better by not responding at all, telling me she wasn’t his problem. Point for me.

  I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the weekend with him, but if we wanted to keep this under wraps, he had to play it cool. I did my own thing, and so did he. On Sunday, while I was laying in the backyard with a face mask on, my hair flying high in the wind to air dry, Mom informed me Kip and Levi were stopping by to pick up Dad for golf. Not thinking I’d see him, especially wearing a bright green mask and my hair resembling Frankenstein, I booked it to my room. Sadly, I wasn’t fast enough, and Levi got a sneak peek of me at my best. I could hear his soft chuckle as I took the stairs two at a time, cussing under my breath.

  But today, my skin glowing, my hair flat ironed and somewhat tamed, I walk into work, ready to see my man.

  Okay. Rewind.

  That sounds so weird!

  My man. My man. My man.

  Suddenly, my knees don’t hurt anymore and making a fool out of myself in front of the receptionist is no big deal. I wave her off, cheery as can be, and head toward my desk. I wonder if he’s in. If he’s as excited to see me. His office light is on, and when I peek my head in, I see him at his desk typing away.

  “Morning, boss.”

  His head pops up at my voice. “Well, hello there.” His smile makes Monday the best day of the week again. He stands, coming my way. “How was your weekend? I wanted to come by, but—”

  “No, I get it. We’re undercover—”

  “I don’t want to be.”

  “I know, me either.” He stops in front of me, unsure what to do with his hands, so he shoves them into his pockets. “God, I want to ki
ss you right now.”

  Monday sucks again.

  I’ve wanted his lips back on mine since Saturday. I fiddle with my necklace, turning to the door, wondering if we could get away with shutting and locking it. Technically, it is still early and—

  “I know what you’re thinking, and trust me, it’s already crossed my mind too. But I have a meeting in five minutes with your dad. I don’t think closing that door and eating you for breakfast is the best idea.”

  Go to hell, Monday!

  Geez Louise. As Monday rains down and soaks my mood even more, a tap on the door has us turning and directing our attention to my dad.

  “Morning, you two. Hannah, proud to see you up and in the office bright and early. Glad you’re here too. I wanted to talk to you both.” My dad’s face is serious, not his normal, carefree self.

  Which means…

  Holy Toledo! Is this it? Did he find out? Do both of our faces say we were about to shut the door and do naughty things under this roof? I knew I shouldn’t have pretended I had friends! “Um, what is it, Daddy?” Maybe if I use the sweet five-year-old daddy lingo, he won’t ground me for life and kill Levi in front of me.

  “I’ve been watching you two…” oh crap, “…and how hard you’ve been working my daughter.” The end. Bye-bye, Levi. “I think it’s time we bring you fully onboard to help with the Miller case.” Wait, what? “From what I gather, Levi’s had you working on small stuff, but this is the perfect case to get your toes wet. We already have it practically sealed, so Levi, use Hannah as your apprentice on this. I believe she would learn a lot from you and this case.”

  I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he stops talking.

  “Well? What do you say? You both look like I just fed you bad news.” Actually, spectacular news since you don’t know our dirty little secret or plan to ship me off and kill my man.