by Mia Madison
We watch Psycho as we sip our wine. It may be my imagination, but the atmosphere feels electric between us. My attention is not on the screen for most of that movie. I want to see Holly’s every reaction. Once, I catch her glancing at me. Am I making her nervous? I try to focus on the movie, but I can’t.
After the film finishes, she gets up and goes upstairs. She doesn’t even say goodnight, and I’m left wondering how I’m going to get through this two-month nightmare I’ve created for myself. How can I feel how I do about her and do nothing about it? But what if I scare her off and I never see her again?
And then Holly comes down again, wearing the red dress. And looks straight at me. My cock leaps in my pants.
CHAPTER 9
Holly
I have to get some kind of reaction out of him. I thought I could play babysitter for two months but sitting with him tonight, I know there’s no way I can do that. It’s killing me to be with him, drinking wine, watching a movie together, but nothing more. I can’t go through weeks and weeks of this.
I return to the living room in the red dress and look at him. He’s shocked! Fuck! Why did I do that? I got it so wrong. I run out of the room in tears. I ruined everything.
But he comes after me and catches up with me in the hall.
“Don’t run away. I want to see you.” He takes hold of my arm, trying to calm me, I think, his voice low in my ear. “Model for me.”
I’m anything but calm. He’s just being kind to the stupid girl who throws herself at him, one who can’t take a simple flirty comment without reading too much into it. He must really think I’m nuts.
“Sorry,” I say. “I just…I don’t…”
“Hey!” he says. “I meant it. You look beautiful in your dress. Come here.” He holds me tighter and I feel his lips on my hair, his hands around my waist pulling me against his hard body, and something else, his cock. He’s hard there too!
“So fucking sexy,” he says. “Don’t you know what you do to me?”
I pull away from him so I can see his face. “You’re just humoring me.”
“No, anything but. It’s been torture having you living here, knowing I can’t touch you.”
“You can touch me. I want you to touch me. I’ve never wanted anyone else.”
His eyes widen. I think I floored him. “I didn’t imagine a girl like you thought of me as anything other than your dad’s friend, someone to tease.”
“I look at you and the last thing I think of is Dad.”
He leans down and kisses me. His lips are sweet with wine, soft at first and then more insistent, a first hungry kiss, intoxicating and real. My head is spinning with it, with him, with what this means.
My mouth opens to his, giving permission, asking for more, a surge of excitement running through me. I didn’t know I could feel a kiss everywhere, but my whole body reacts to his mouth on mine.
“Daddy!”
We spring apart.
It’s Jack. “Are you two kissing? That’s ugh. Can I have a glass of water?”
“Yes, you can, but you should be in bed. I was just kissing Holly good night,” Reid says.
“That was like a movie kiss, not a good night, sleep tight kiss,” Jack says, taking the glass of water Reid is handing to him.
“You don’t miss a trick, do you, son? But there are all kinds of kisses, and all of them good.”
“Except a vampire kiss. Those are not so good, like in that movie Mom was in.”
“You’re not supposed to watch movies like that. It’s too old for you.”
“Mom lets us. We watched it last time we saw her.”
“Right. Well, I’ll have to tell her that you’re too young for vampire kisses then. I’ll tuck you up again.”
Reid whispers in my ear as he goes off with Jack. “Don’t go away.”
I touch my lips, still tender where he kissed me. Is this for real? He says he wants me, but does he only mean that because I am there, offering myself on a plate, making it easy for him to take what he wants and leave me when someone better comes along?
This was such a bad idea. All of it. Coming here at all. Wearing the red dress. Making it obvious how much I want him. Kissing him back. I shouldn’t have done any of that.
“You’re overthinking this,” he says, surprising me with a kiss on the back of my neck. He must have bundled Jack back into bed in record time.
“Maybe I wasn’t thinking enough. This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”
“Wrong. This is one of the best ideas we’ve ever had.”
CHAPTER 10
Reid
I don’t want Holly to run off to her room again, but she looks as if she might bolt at any moment.
“Hey, let’s just go and sit for a while and talk things through. Can we do that?”
She nods and follows me into the living room, perching on the edge of the couch as if she won’t be there long.
I sit in the chair to give her space, though putting space between us is the last thing I want. “We can stop this now if that’s what you’d like. But I’d like you to give this a chance.”
She shakes her head as if she doesn’t believe me. “I bet women throw themselves at you all the time, don’t they? And I’m just another one, except I’m right across the hall from you. It makes things so easy for you.”
“You think that’s what this is? I’m not short of offers, Holly. And this isn’t easy, far from it. There’s everything against it. Your age. God knows what your dad will say. I shouldn’t want you, but I do. For a long time, you were my friend’s daughter and nothing more, but that first year you came back from college, you turned my head and I couldn’t believe I’d never seen you that way before.”
“I thought you always saw me as a kid.”
“Well, it seemed like you were a kid one minute, and then suddenly a sexy knock-me-dead fully-grown woman showed up the next. You wore your blue dress to the twins’ birthday party, and I had to turn away to avoid you seeing my reaction.”
“I wish I’d noticed that.”
“The timing would have been terrible, anyway. Mercia and I had just admitted it was pointless pretending we would ever be happy together and started divorce proceedings. I was in a bad place.”
“Are you in a better place now?”
“A very good place from where I’m sitting, looking at you in your beautiful red dress.”
She smiles. “You like?”
“I like. Katie’s right.”
“She is?”
I join Holly on the couch, tucking her hair behind her ear, and whisper, “Boobies make all the difference to how it looks.”
She giggles, and I hold her in my arms, her softness against my chest. She looks up at me and I kiss her again. I can’t stop kissing her. I kiss her, breathing in the honest-to-goodness apple scented essence of her until she is gasping for breath.
“What kind of kiss was that?” she asks. “Not the good night, sleep tight kind.”
“No, it was the ‘I want to kiss the hell out of you’ kind. The ‘I need you in my bed right now’ kind. But we’re not going to rush this.”
Holly pouts.
“I want you to give you a chance to think things through. I need to know you want this one hundred percent because once you’re in my bed, there’s no going back to how things were.”
“I don’t need to think. I want you, Reid.”
“And I want you too, but you’ve had wine. And you were upset. I’m going to L.A. for a few days, so I don’t want to take you to bed and then have to leave you alone. It will give you a chance to think while I’m gone.”
I’m full of noble intentions, but I’m also deluding myself when it comes to my ability to resist her. A light kiss on her lips turns into so much more. She’s moaning against me, my hands roaming her body, when I pick her up and carry her upstairs to her bed.
“I don’t need time to think,” she says, when I lay her on the bed. “Don’t go.”
I should leave her t
here, but I can’t. I should walk right out that bedroom door but instead I go over and close it, blocking out the light from the hall. I sit beside her on the bed. “I’m not going to take you now, Holly. I meant what I said. But I can’t leave you like this either. I’m going to make you come, come hard, and then I’m going to let you sleep. Call this a preview to help you make up your mind.”
CHAPTER 11
Holly
He switches on the lamp by the bed and lies down beside me. He kisses me and my mouth opens to his, our tongues entwined, exploring in a dance full of sexual intent. I could go on all night like that, savoring the sweetness of him, breathing in the man scent of him, of Reid, lying here beside me.
“God, Holly, what you do to me,” he murmurs. “My cock is hating me right now for saying no to you.”
“Don’t say no, then.” I gasp as his hands graze my breasts, roaming over my nipples that are jutting right through my bra and dress, begging to be freed.
“Not going to happen,” he says, pulling the neckline of my dress and the cup of my bra down. “This time is going to be for your pleasure only.” His hot mouth engulfs my nipple and he sucks hard. I almost come then. But then he eases the pressures and starts licking, tiny little licks of the hardened tip.
“And you’re hating every moment?” I manage to tease, though I can hardly breathe with what he is doing to my nipples, alternating between each one, sucking and licking. Then he gathers both breasts in his hands, pushing them together and runs his tongue from one peak across to the other, over and over until I am squirming, my thighs moving against each other. I know I am wet and ready for him.
“Yes. It’s pure torture.” He makes a noise in his throat, a laugh that turns into a low growl, as his hands stroke my inner thighs beneath my dress, getting closer and closer to my soaked underwear. Oh god, he’s going to know how turned on I am.
“Yes, torture,” he insists. “Seeing and sucking your perfect tits. Wanting to bury my cock in you when I can’t.”
His fingers reach the top of my thighs and the sopping evidence of my desire for him, but any feeling of shame I had is squashed by my need to have his fingers explore me there.
“Fuck, Holly, you’re trying to kill me, you’re so fucking wet.”
I want his fingers beneath the silky white fabric, but he doesn’t go there at first. He toys with my folds over my panties, making the material slick with my wetness. He pulls up the skirt of my dress so it’s bunched up around my waist, exposing my shame to his gaze. My thin, soaked panties must be hiding nothing.
“Beautiful,” he says, pulling the wet fabric taut against my mound. “You’re just perfect.” He uses a finger to tease out my clit through the sodden material and moves his finger back and forth and in circles around it until I am begging him with meaningless words, as if I’ve forgotten all purposeful speech.
But he just smiles, his eyes twinkling, and bends to use the tip of his hot, wet tongue to tease that hard nub even more through my panties, then pulls the fabric aside, pausing to breathe in my scent.
He starts to lap at me with his tongue, long, slow strokes over the whole of my slit, my legs spreading out and my hips rise to offer myself to him, pushing myself up to his greedy mouth, needier than I have ever been in my life.
Just as I think I can’t take any more, he holds me down to still me and parts my lips with his tongue to take my hard, demanding clit in his hot mouth. He sucks and nudges the sensitive bud with his teeth, sending me tumbling out of control, my body trembling against his face as I call out his name and grab onto him as if he is my lifeline as I fall.
He kisses his way up my stomach, leaving a wet trail of my juices and holds me tight in his arms, stroking my hair, then I look up at him and he kisses me, a kiss full of passion and meaning and I taste myself on his mouth.
“Stay with me,” I demand.
“Yes, I’ll stay, but I won’t change my mind. I want you to be sure.”
*
I’m surprised to fall asleep in his arms, my red dress around me. I thought I might be awake all night with the sheer wonder of having him in my bed, of that orgasm.
But I sleep like a baby and in the morning, he is gone, leaving a note on the kitchen counter. “Early flight. I didn’t want to wake anyone. Back on Friday. I’ll call tonight.”
The kids and I have a good day at the park and when we get back home all sun-kissed and tired, the phone is ringing in the kitchen.
“Hi there,” he says. “Everything okay?”
I tell him about our day.
“You’re good with them. Do you want to put them on?”
Katie and Jack tell their dad about the favorite parts of the day. Jack’s best part was feeding the ducks, Katie’s was the picnic and playing soccer in the afternoon when we kicked a ball around on the grass. Katie passes the phone back to me. “Daddy wants to talk to you again. He said we were to be good and play while he talked to you.”
They run off as I take the phone back, their dad forgotten in their rush to get back to their game.
“I’m missing you already,” he says. “I didn’t know how you’d be feeling about things today. Sorry I had to leave so early. Few meetings with clients here. I only just got to the hotel. Nice big bed in the Diamond suite. Such a waste for one.”
“I can’t wait until Friday. Two days feels like a long time.”
“Tell me about it. All I could think about on that plane was the feel, the taste, the scent of you. And how much I want you.”
His words make me melt inside. “What time will you be back?”
“The flight gets in at eleven. So it might be quite late by the time I get home.”
“I’ll wait up for you.”
“Remember, I need you to be sure, Holly. As I said, there’ll be no going back once I have you.”
“I’m already as sure as I can be about anything.”
“Wear your red dress again. This time, I want to take it right off. Wear nothing under it. Do that for me.”
I gulp. “Yes, I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, but if there’s anything, if you or the kids need me, you can reach me at any time.”
“Yes, I’ll speak to you tomorrow, then.”
“What are you wearing now?”
“Sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Why?”
“Are the kids around?”
“No, they’re in the living room. I’m in the kitchen.”
“Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Touch your sweet nipples. Make them hard.”
I gulp, and a low moan escapes from my mouth as I follow his command. I crave his touch instead of mine.
“Are you doing that?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Fuck! Reach down inside your pants. Touch yourself there.” He waits a moment while I follow his instruction. “Tell me, Holly, are you wet?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Don’t make yourself come before I get home. Wait for me. I want to be the only one to make you come. Promise me.”
“Okay, I promise.” He’s asking something here, turning me on and leaving my hanging. I already ache for him and now I really need him here.
“If you come without me, I’ll punish you,” he says.
“Oh!” My voice cracks.
“Until Friday,” he says. And I imagine him grinning at me on the other end of the phone as he says that, knowing what he’s done to me. “If you can wait that long.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I say, keeping him guessing, “Friday is long time away. You’ll have to see.” I wish him good night and end the call.
CHAPTER 12
Reid
My cock is rigid after the call with Holly. I can’t stop thinking about her blushing all over as she touches herself, turned on and not able to do anything about it. The way she followed my instructions is full of promise for the future, but I hope she disobeys too.
I want to e
xperience everything with her. The sweet and the dirty. The thought of her naked over my lap, ready for half a dozen spanks on each cheek takes my breath away. Will she like it and raise her soft, sore ass to meet my hand, relishing the sensation, the rush of blood, the sting? Will she let herself go there? I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.
I called home as soon as I got to the hotel, and not just because Katie and Jack would be in bed if I phoned later. I had to hear Holly’s voice and set my mind at rest about what she was thinking. I want her in my bed, willingly giving herself to me. She has to be there with no doubt that’s where she belongs, or not at all. The signs are there that she wants me and trusts me to give her pleasure. So far so good.
I could bury my cock inside her right now and fuck her senseless, but I can’t dwell on that; there is work to be done. Despite it being the only chance I might get to speak with everyone back home, it was bad timing calling just before the evening meeting with the BTGRM Corporation; I need all my wits about me for this.
I put my phone back in my pocket. I have to calm down and focus. BTGRM will put a dent in my annual profit if not. It will be a wound rather than a fatal injury, but I didn’t get where I am today by letting other companies get one over on me. Time to meet up with my right-hand guy, Paul, and see what he’s managed to find out about what they are up to.
Paul says all is under control. We’ve put on a lavish dinner for them at Ondina, the hotel I’m using for this trip. They won’t turn their noses up at a restaurant with such prize-winning chefs, I’m sure, but Paul assures me our negotiating position and the required paperwork are all in order. I run through it all. Excellent.
“They asked to bring an extra guest. One of the execs has a woman in tow,” Paul says.
“No problem. Keep them sweet.”
“I thought you’d say as much. I’ve let them know at the restaurant already. I reserved a private room so we can talk without fear of being overheard.”
