Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4)

by Dani Lovell

  I have a few of my team working today as we’re so busy, but it isn’t a regular thing, and we always start a little later, just to acknowledge that it is the weekend. They get extra pay, too, so I don’t think they mind too much. I am fully aware that I have a great team. Even Richard has managed to pull his socks up.

  But back to the point about Saturdays; I always wake at around six and climb out of my bed to open the door to the Juliet balcony so that the cool morning breeze can dance through the curtains. The early sunshine isn’t strong enough to create an awakening glare, but it sends a beautiful haze through the room, enhancing that bird song that I love so much.

  I return to my bed, tuck myself cosily under the already warm comforter and let myself drift back into a happy, contented snooze.

  By the time my alarm wakes me at eight, I’m more than ready to stretch my stiff and overly relaxed joints, and take that first, deep, reviving morning inhalation, rousing me to the here and now again.

  I immediately wrap myself in my robe before preparing myself coffee in the kitchen as my shower runs for a few minutes, awaiting my arrival.

  ~~~~~~~

  Within an hour, I’m dressed and ready to leave with my bed made and coffee cup washed. It’s always a pleasant journey to work on a sunny day like today, and I’m feeling effervescent and full of the joys of spring.

  I’d like to think I’m always like this and that it has absolutely nothing to do with the interesting male attention I’m getting right now.

  Having greeted the members of the team who have made it to the office before me and discussed their relative projects for today, I move forward to my office, and leave my door open so it’s clear that I’m available for talks and questions about any issues. When the office is quieter, it’s a lot easier for me to be accessible in such a manner, otherwise the noise and constant interruptions prohibit my ability to work effectively.

  Immediately, before I even power up my machines, my cell chimes, so I decide to check it out before I start doing any work, ideally removing that distraction from my working day.

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 9:24

  Good morning, Lex, how’s your day going? I’m back in LA already, the client wasn’t interested in celebrating too much! What a beautiful morning it is. Flying into the dawn was breathtaking, a true perk of the job. What are your plans for today? S xx

  ~

  Damn! Why the fuck do I need to work today? He’s back already, and asking what I’m doing! He might have wanted to spend the day with me. But, Lex – he might not. Yes, I really need to get a grip on reality and stop even thinking about how I could have changed my life and routines to fit in with what Sebastian might want to do. Stop being so available!

  So I respond immediately, like a stupid available idiot.

  ~

  Today 9:26

  Hey, Seb, I wasn’t expecting you to return so soon. Maybe they had a fight! Yes, even driving this morning was truly perfect, so I am very envious of the view you must have had - flying. I’m at work today; I’ve got the team in to get ahead of the game on some of our deadlines. How about you, anything fun planned? X

  Delivered

  ~

  I have to say, after the last time we were together, his behaviour really is surprising me. I mean, I know he got in touch yesterday, but a huge part of me still didn’t believe he’d be true to his word and follow through with his promises of contact.

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 9:29

  I’ll be happy to share that view with you sometime, although I’m sure with your travels, it’s something you’ve seen many a time before. You’re a hard working lady, Lex. I like it, but not today – today I would have liked to have swept you off of your feet and taken you somewhere beautiful. What time do you finish? Maybe you’ll let me see you then? Xx

  ~

  Oh my… how I would love to have been swept away today… but honestly, I do love my job and I don’t resent having to be here, it’s just… being with him sounds so amazing right about now.

  ~

  Today 9:31

  That sounds lovely, but I do need to work. I’m not sure what time I’m going to finish up here, shouldn’t be too late, though, sometime this afternoon maybe? I kept myself available tonight just in case I needed to work late, but I now know that it won’t be necessary. X

  Delivered

  ~

  Okay, yes – that was another white lie but I can’t have the guy thinking I sit at home alone all the time, can I?

  I wonder what he’d like to do later, I’m already excited. I should really start on some work so I can actually get out of here with enough time to see him. Plus – my door is open and the team can see me sitting here on my cell. They’d never dream of questioning me about it, of course, I am the boss, but it’s not exactly a sterling example to set.

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 9:41

  Well how convenient. I’ll stop bothering you and catch you later, looking forward to seeing you. S xx

  ~

  I’m secretly relieved that he halted the conversation so that I can get on with work, but if I could sit and message him all day long, I would. My; how things change. I have to keep a check on myself here, though, I can feel myself wanting to alter how I do things for a man, and that has never happened before. I will not let a man pull me away from the life and values that I have built, no matter how tempting.

  ~~~~~~~

  A couple of hours later, a welcome distraction came in the form of another message from Sebastian – his attention is so wholly different from the last couple of weeks; he’s persistent, the way he used to be, but thank heavens - a little less lewd.

  I went from wishing he’d leave me alone, to feeling uncharacteristically rejected and dismissed, to thoroughly enjoying his full attention. This man really does stir up a myriad of new, inexplicable feelings inside me that nobody has roused before. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s unnerving (and maybe a touch exciting).

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 12:02

  I just can’t let you be, I’m a pest! How’s it going, sexy lady?

  ~

  Oh, pester away, Seb – pester away.

  ~

  Today 12:03

  Hey pest, it’s going very well, thanks, it seems we’re all on the ball this morning. How are you? Didn’t you nap? Haven’t you been up all night?

  Delivered

  ~

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 12:03

  I’m good. No napping, I worked out – I’m used to it after years in this nocturnal industry. So when are you going to finish up? I’m bored and you’re the entertainment I need. Can’t I just come sit on your desk and watch for a while?

  ~

  Wow, he knows how to make a girl feel wanted, and my stomach flips in response to his expertise. This guy is really making me want him, and that is a rare thing for Alexia to say.

  I don’t respond immediately as I answer a question called to me from out in the main office, but as soon as the situation is resolved, I get straight back to titillating conversation with the muscular, art-covered Captain.

  ~

  Today 12:08

  Ha ha, you’re welcome to come to the office, Seb – but I fear you’ll be very bored for a couple of hours until I finish. Perhaps, if you are serious, come after my staff has left at 1.30. I will probably still have a little work to do, but if you’d still like to, we could do something else afterwards?

  Delivered

  ~

  Why do I feel like I’m being presumptuous? Why am I questioning whether or not that was the right thing to say? Why am I questioning myself all the time with regards to this man? He said he wanted to do something with me –
he said he wanted to sit on my desk and ‘watch’, so stop doubting yourself and find some god damned strength, woman!

  His lack of response for the next ten minutes really doesn’t help, and the anxiety swarms like bees to honeysuckle, but that moment when my cell indicates his response, waves of relief wash through me. It’s totally irrational behaviour and it needs nipping in the bud.

  ~

  LOVE, SEBASTIAN

  iMessage

  Today 12:20

  Meeting confirmed, HB Inc. – 1:30. Xxx

  ~

  I giggle, loving – but at the same time, hating – that he was able to snap his fingers and pull me from angst. It seems bizarre that one person can create the unease, and also be the sole resolve to it.

  ~~~~~~~

  An hour later, I tell the team that they can leave a little early, so I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing Sebastian sitting in my office. Privacy is key when it comes to me.

  I continue to work diligently, hoping to get as much done as possible so he’s not hanging around for too long, once he finally gets here, and I think I’m on target for that; I don’t have too much left to do.

  I called down to Sarah in the main reception and Iris on our floor, in advance, to let them know that Sebastian will be arriving for a ‘meeting’ and to let him straight through. There’s nothing worse than being made to wait while separate reception areas call you in. So I’ll expect his unannounced arrival shortly.

  It’s almost one fifty when his knock on the doorframe startles me.

  “Hey, Miss Berkeley, I’m a little late for my appointment, I apologise.”

  I look up and instantly swoon at his perfect appearance. He’s just so handsome. He wears jeans, not the horrific skinny jeans that guys seem to find so appealing at the moment, but they’re just tight enough to skim his impressive, toned thighs.

  He has teamed the jeans with a simple white polo shirt and converse. His aviator sunglasses are hooked into the neck of his shirt, and as his bent arm rests at head height against the doorframe, his ruggedly magnificent face looks over at me; his eyes hooded sexily and his mouth temptingly open.

  I’m surprised I don’t growl like a wild animal because I feel like I could pounce.

  “Hey, Sebastian, won’t you come in? Close the door behind you, please.”

  “Sure, how’s work going?” he asks, pushing the door to and walking over to me as I stand to greet him formally.

  He rests a hand on my waist and leans down to kiss my lips. I was going for a cheek peck but as he’s been so forward about it, I’ll oblige. His soft, masterful lips are an indulgent treat.

  “It’s going well, thank you. I’m not quite done yet, but I won’t be long. Are you sure you’re alright to just sit here while I finish?”

  He moves away, slipping his hands into his pockets as he answers, smiling gorgeously. “Of course, it’s absolutely fine, Alexia. I won’t bother you, please – do what you need to do.”

  “Thank you.” I smile and nod as I smooth the skirt of my short, floral summer dress with my palms and return to my seat.

  It really is much more difficult to get down to business when I have a man in such close proximity who has recently become a passionate new sex partner of mine. I try not to concentrate on what he’s doing as I read through a document, but my eyes can’t help but wander over to check him out.

  He’s sitting on one of the couches by the coffee table at the floor to ceiling window, leaning back with his ankle resting on the other leg’s knee. He has replaced his sunglasses as he looks out into the beautiful bright day, the knuckle of his forefinger running back and forth along his full lips.

  With the sun glowing on him, he looks like a model – a rough and ready but perfectly stunning model. I don’t think anything could be sexier to me right now.

  But that’s something to think about later. Right now, I need to work, god damn it!

  I manage precisely eighteen more minutes of work before I have to give up. I’m aching to converse with him, to see him smile at whatever I have to say, to interact with the beautiful pilot man sitting so close to me. His occupation really does turn me on now, where it didn’t rouse even the slightest interest when I knew him in the pre-sexual days. I really didn’t think my ‘type’ could change so drastically because of one man.

  I slowly and quietly tidy things up at my desk with Sebastian still gazing out into the delightful California day, and I shut down my machines. “It’s a great view, isn’t it?” I say softly in the peaceful silence of the room, and he turns suddenly, as if I have woken him from a trance.

  “Oh, hey,” he smiles innocently, truly. “Have you finished your work?” His voice is gentle and honeyed, adding to the tranquil ambience.

  “Mmm hmm,” I nod, enjoying the still atmosphere.

  “That’s great, I was expecting you to be longer. I don’t mind if you have more you’d like to get done, I do enjoy watching the view from heights like this.”

  I smile, thoroughly appreciating his very sweet, very considerate offer. “No, it’s okay, thank you.”

  I walk towards him slowly, looking out of the window with him and I rest my hand on his shoulder. It doesn’t feel forced or strange, just natural and really quite nice.

  He surprises me by raising his own hand, and resting it on mine, curling his fingers around it.

  “Well, it doesn’t surprise me that you like views from heights, given what you do.”

  He chuckles, and continues in a very pensive whisper. “There is a very specific beauty to it, a freedom, an untouched kind of escape. I should be used to it by now, but I don’t think it’ll ever become mundane to me.”

  I pause for a moment, taking in his absolute sincerity, his appreciation and gratitude at being able to experience something as simple as a view. “What made you decide you wanted to pursue a career in aviation?” I ask, enraptured. I’ve asked him before but he didn’t answer.

  He twitches his head to the side as if waking up and takes a deep breath before releasing my fingers, leaning forward in his chair, forcing my hand to slip from his shoulder. His volume increases as he clears his throat to answer. “Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I was just fascinated by planes as a child. So, what would you like to do?”

  His demeanour has changed and he’s now a lot more awake, more lively, bringing the serene mood to an abrupt end. I feel like I have rudely woken him from a calm dream.

  “Oh, um… I don’t mind. Have you eaten lunch? Would you like to grab something?”

  “That sounds great.” He takes his sunglasses from his face and rests them on the coffee table before standing up. “Can I feel you against me?” he asks with a cheeky smile, holding his arms open.

  I smile and step into them, readily, fully relishing his warmth enveloping me. His hands firmly smooth over my more casual office clothes; pressing into my body, massaging me. “Mmm,” I moan, my muscles achy from having been sat at my desk for the past few hours.

  “That good?” he asks.

  “So good,” I respond sleepily, basking in the intense manipulation of my muscles.

  “Go sit,” he says, holding his arm out to direct me to my desk chair.

  “Pardon me?”

  “Sit, let me rub your shoulders.”

  “Oh you don’t need to do that,” I begin.

  “Sit down, Lex.” His tone is firm and masterful, and where the old Alexia might bite at being told what to do, this Alexia swallows it and does as she’s told. This will stop soon.

  As I return my butt to my comfortable chair, his large hands immediately handle the muscles and tendons of my shoulders and neck. It’s impossible not to sigh and close my eyes as his fingers send me into a temporary lull.

  I have no idea how long he works on that for, I don’t fall asleep but it’s something very similar. He doesn’t speak; he just caresses me perfectly. A short while later, his gentle whisper stirs me.

  “Stay there, don’t move, stay relaxed.”


  I half smile and gently nod as I hear him move around the side of my desk. I feel no need to open my eyes.

  The next I know, one of my sandals is being removed, under my desk. “Oh, no, Seb…”

  He cuts me off. “Shh, you’ll enjoy it. Just relax.”

  I don’t know how confident I am about him playing with my feet – I mean, there’s nothing wrong with my feet, they’re neat and tidy, but I hadn’t planned on having a man closely inspect them today. I suppose there’s nothing to worry about, I should just… oh… wow.

  His touch is wonderful, even if I did just picture the big, strong man sitting cross-legged underneath my desk like a child. “Oh wow, Sebastian, that’s amazing.”