Cupid In Heels

by Suzanne Halliday

  She didn’t realize the massive admission she’d made until his knowing grin got bigger and bigger.

  “Fancied some bow-chicka-wow-wow with the hired help, huh? Bet that put a wrinkle in your slacks. The thought of slumming it with the hourly help?”

  She fought the giggle building inside her chest and gave him a haughty sniff. “No need to be offensive.”

  He didn’t give an inch and needled her in every way he could.

  “So Ms. Carlton. Was this a legs-on-my-shoulders fuckfest? Were there lots of grunting and slurping noises? Or maybe panties around your ankles and slam fucked from behind on the hood of a fancy car?”

  Oh, man. He was so playing with the wrong wordsmith if he thought she’d shrink from some lurid comments.

  “Truth be told”—she smirked with all the hooded eye shade she could muster—“I envisioned something way nastier.”

  “Nasty, is it?” he asked with a cheeky eye wag. “How nasty? Be warned, though, my preschool teacher said I refused to share with others. Nothing has changed in the time since.”

  “Yeah, about that.” She snickered. “I’ll pass on group activities. Never was much of a joiner.”

  Ryan pinched a nipple and chomped his teeth together a couple of times. “I’m going to need another feeding soon, so you might want to explain your take on nasty before I show you how I think it’s done.”

  “Have you ever been blindfolded and used for your cock?”

  His laughter was so loud she was sure it bounced off the nearby buildings. “Can’t say that I have.”

  “Which part?” she drawled. “The blindfold or the other?”

  “Uh, definitely the blindfold. No comment on the other.”

  “Well then,” she crowed. “There you go.”

  His shocked silence gave her a false sense of having taken the upper hand before she realized he was messing with her.

  “Let me see if I have this right. That first time we met when you had your snotty act in full swing, you imagined blindfolding me and having yourself a ride on the wonder stick?”

  She might have to surrender her wordsmith black belt because he was good. Damn good.

  “Okay, okay. Don’t you dare laugh at me. I gave you the admission you wanted. Yes, from that first day. Satisfied?”

  “Actually, baby ... the real question is, were you satisfied?”

  “You know I was,” she replied.

  He winked. “I know you were a couple of times.”

  The fire in her cheeks burned her skin.

  Ryan chuckled. “A first? My cock thanks you.”

  Thinking about his big, hard cock inside Jenna made her tingly all over.

  The temperature changed incredibly fast, and the teasing stopped. He was blunt and demanding when he spoke next.

  “This time, we fuck.”

  “Wh-what?”

  He moved the hand that had been in his lap and revealed an erection. Her heart thumped wildly, and without thinking, she licked her lips as she stared at his thickening cock.

  Ryan took her chin in his hand and forced her eyes to his. “Next time you can suck me dry, baby. This time, on your knees, ass up high.”

  “Oh, um, really?”

  He chuckled and traced her lips with his thumb. “Which part makes you wet? Sucking my cock or being fucked from behind?”

  “Full disclosure,” she mumbled. “I’m not all that good with the oral thing and to be honest, ass up? Um, no.”

  “Show me your tongue,” he growled.

  She opened her mouth. He put his thumb on her tongue and said, “Suck.”

  Swirling her tongue round and round, Jen moaned and sucked until a surprising jolt of sexual need made her core tighten.

  He grabbed her chin again and replaced his thumb with lips and tongue, kissing her into quivering submission.

  “Still questioning if you have what it takes?”

  She did but her head shook.

  “On your knees, Jenna.”

  He stood next to the chaise lounge with his cock pointing in her direction. While he deftly fondled his sex, she rolled onto her stomach and got on her hands and knees.

  “No,” he growled.

  His hand pushed her head down until she was bent in half, arms wide, with her face on the cushion. The position made her feel exposed and very turned on.

  He took hold of her bottom and moved her around until she was in the right position. His hands parted her, and he kissed her vulnerable opening.

  “For future reference, this is how we do it. First, we make love. Then I fuck your brains out. You good with that?”

  Jen wiggled her ass. “Please,” she murmured. “Do it now, Ryan.”

  She was ready when his cock rubbed around her pussy. No need for any buildup. Shockingly, she realized she wanted it rough and hard.

  When he plunged, a great many crude words were groaned, grunted, sighed, and shouted.

  Transported to carnal paradise where every atom in her body was primed to give and receive pleasure, she held on and gloried in his possession.

  Their passion made sounds of filthy perfection.

  As the peak came into view, he roughly asked if she wanted him to come inside her. Her passage tightened and throbbed without mercy.

  “Yes,” she grunted. “Oh fuck, yes.”

  The admission sent her flying. He tickled her clit until she shook and then sent her over the edge into a free-falling whole body orgasm that started in her soul, wound through her heart, and exploded in her dripping pussy.

  His shout of satisfaction when she came echoed in her ears. When he bent over her and grunted like a wild animal, she relished the sound of his body slapping against hers as he came with a jolt of thundering passion.

  She liked this position. Maybe too much if her wildly trembling legs and howling grunts were any indication.

  What in the goddamn hell was he doing?

  Bent over Jen’s shaking body, he got in touch with his animal side and reverted to a primitive being with a bit more ferocity than he intended or knew he was capable of.

  Holy mother of god.

  The Herculean thrusts stole Ryan’s sanity and sent him hurtling into a lust-fueled abyss where the only thing that mattered was taking complete possession of this woman.

  Each flex of his hips spelled out the words. She. Was. His.

  Earthy, savage sounds came from his throat when his cock exploded inside her. Something that seared on his brain as he imagined his life force melding with hers. It was primal, erotic, and deeply, deeply satisfying.

  They collapsed when the storm passed. He covered her body with his, and only the worry that he’d crush her made him move. Her shaking body felt so warm when he gathered her close. Kissing her shoulders after moving her hair aside, he let the feeling of rightness have its way.

  It was inevitable that one or both of them would pass out from exhaustion. Had he slept? Ryan wasn’t sure. Everything was sort of blurry, and it was already dark when they started that second time, so it was anybody’s guess what time it was.

  Jen was on her side with her knees up as he spooned her close. It felt amazing to have her in his arms. She was incredible, and he would be a fool to run away from the fact he was already seriously in love with the enigmatic sorceress who played with his emotions as a cold, controlled bitch and then robbed him of his senses with her inner sex nymph.

  “Thanks, Dad,” he murmured. Kissing her shoulder, he breathed her in and let all the feelings he was experiencing have free rein.

  This, right here, was some good shit.

  She was out cold, and he needed to get up. The bathroom was calling to him.

  Carefully disengaging so he didn’t disturb her, Ryan slithered off the chaise lounge and stood, looking down at her sleeping form. He’d run inside, find the bathroom, take care of business, and then locate a throw blanket to cover her.

  Reasonable plan, right?

  Ryan glanced around, saw his leather cord necklace, and pu
t it on. Then he found his clothes and gathered them in his arms on his way inside. Having zero recollection of taking off his boots, he found them next to the French doors and grabbed them too.

  The very second he stepped into the apartment, he had a sensation of falling through the looking glass into a completely upside down, inside out alternate world because it turned out that neat, tidy, uptight, OCD driven Jenna Carlton was anything but.

  His jaw dropped open at his first glimpse of her real life.

  Stuff was everywhere. Literal stuff. Everywhere.

  But not in a hoarding, dirty way. There was ... evidence of order and a weird scheme to things but still. Jenna was either a pack rat or had really shitty organizational skills.

  As he looked around, he marveled at the lack of available wall space because something was hanging every foot or so. A grouping of pictures here. A framed painting there. A colorful box-framed quilt hung above the sectional. More throw pillows than one person could use in a lifetime piled on the chairs and sofa. The coffee table was a book and magazine repository. A basket overflowing with pens and markers sat on top of a stack of coloring books.

  He walked naked around the living room taking it all in. Her bookcase was jammed with romances and Oprah Book Club shit. He had to laugh when he noticed a row of books about Emerson, Thoreau, Muir, and Theodore Roosevelt.

  How had he missed what was such a big part of who Jenna Carlton really was?

  He found the bathroom and another surprise. She might be a slob, but her bathroom was health inspection ready. Evidence of her quirky habits was apparent in the shower stall where the bottles and tubes of hair and body products sat in a line, tallest to shortest.

  Washing up and quickly dressing, Ryan left the bathroom and peeked into her bedroom—the door was open, so he didn’t feel bad—and almost burst out laughing.

  The biggest bed he’d ever seen dominated the large room. Made from ornately carved wood, he suspected it was a family heirloom. One side of the bed was a cluttered mess. Books piled on the nightstand along with a couple of water bottles and a gigantic pump bottle of lotion.

  The other side of the bed was unused. He pictured himself propped up against the grand headboard enjoying the shit out of watching Jen smooth that lotion head to toe every single night.

  A sound startled him, and he turned around as footsteps came thundering toward him. It was Jenna, and she looked like she’d seen a ghost.

  Oh, and she was completely naked.

  “I thought you left,” she cried a second before throwing herself on him. He caught her as she slammed into his body. Her distress touched his heart.

  “Hey, hey,” he said soothingly. “It’s okay, baby. Bathroom call. Was about to come back with a blanket so you didn’t catch a cold.”

  She clung to him with her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into his skin. “I don’t know what came over me. When I woke up and you weren’t there ... your clothes all gone ... I panicked.”

  “Newsflash, it’s not going to be that easy to get rid of me.”

  She reared back and searched his face. “Really?”

  “We both seem to be dancing around the L word, and that’s okay. Going from park to Mach 3 takes some adjusting. I get that this is the weirdest timing ever, but who’s to say how anything happens?”

  She kissed his face over and over.

  “Thank you.”

  He heard her stomach growl and squeezed her with a laugh. “Why don’t you freshen up, get dressed, and prepare to be amazed by the best hand-thrown pizza this side of the Mississippi.”

  She laughed. “So there’s crazy animal sex on the patio and then we have our first date?”

  He shook his head and rolled his eyes at her smart mouth.

  “Be a good girl, Ms. Carlton, and run along before I change my mind and teach you a thing or two about my dick that may come in handy later.”

  Her naughty smirk sent his pulse racing. Again.

  “Are you saying class will be in session?”

  He swatted her bare butt.

  “Yes. And today’s class includes an oral exam.”

  “Oh, goody.” She giggled, clapped her hands, and hopped on her toes. The sight of her tits bouncing and the wicked pleasure he found in her eyes almost did him in.

  “Hurry, baby.”

  His phone buzzed. They both went silent. He pulled it from his pocket and sighed. “It’s John. He’s probably freaking.”

  She patted his arm. “Go ahead and take it. I’ll jump in the shower and get dressed. Please tell me jeans are okay. I’m not in the mood for business attire.”

  He answered the call, growled, “Hold the fuck on,” and then gave her nakedness a long, thorough once-over.

  “I like this version of Jenna. Don’t keep her from me again.”

  She kissed him and ran off while he enjoyed watching her sexy ass.

  “What?” he snarled into the phone.

  John’s instant retort was, “Fuck you, Ryan. It’s been hours. What the hell?”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “Dammit. You’re right. Sorry. Look,” he drawled as calmly as he could. “You really shoulda warned me before I walked into a trap that stepping on Jenna’s vacation time was a contract destroyer.”

  “Oh, shit. She told you that?”

  “Yes, she told me,” he shouted. “John, Jesus Christ!”

  “How mad is she?”

  Ryan thought about the question for a moment, glanced at the shut bathroom door, and made a calculated decision. If John thought Jen was having an employee meltdown, that’d buy him some time. Time to get their relationship on firm footing before they had to deal with his brother’s fuck up.

  “Well, I’ve convinced her not to cause me any bodily harm, so we can go to Freddy’s and scarf down a pizza. Maybe some food will make her less scary.”

  “Do you think she’ll help? With Samantha?”

  “I think she wants to smack you upside your damn head for being a monumental putz.”

  “Oh, good.” John chuckled. “So everything’s normal.”

  Ryan had to snicker. “Brother, you are one fucked-up unit.”

  “Convince her, Ry. This is important. I’m in love with Samantha. I know I fucked up, but I’ve never been in this situation before.”

  “You and me both,” Ryan mumbled.

  “What?”

  “Oh, nothing,” he said. “Look, I’d better go. I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Thanks.”

  “And John?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Not to state the obvious or anything, but have you considered telling Samantha how you feel. You know, dude, a mea culpa phone call might go a long way, and while you’re at it, cut the crap and tell her.”

  Silence.

  “I’ll consider it,” he finally mumbled.

  “Great. Okay. I’m out. Later, bro.”

  13

  The door to Samantha’s apartment swung open, and she gave him a fearsome scowl. “What are you doing here, John?”

  He took a deep breath and willed himself to stay calm. Ryan was right. He needed to man up and tell Samantha what was in his heart.

  Knowing she was still furious, he came up with a way to offer his apologies and hopefully break the tension between them. He thought he was pretty clever and had his fingers crossed that she’d accept his admission of manly stupidity.

  After a bolt of inspiration, he tapped into the wonders of Yelp and Google maps, found what he wanted, and ran into a party store even though his driver offered to do it.

  Every groveling apology needs a prop. Or a prize, right?

  While she glared him down, John swung the arm he held behind him to the side and then brought it in front of him. In his hand, he held a pretty goddamn realistic play sword from the Wonder Woman movie.

  “I came to fall on the sword, Samantha. I was a fucking idiot, and I’m more sorry than you can possibly imagine. I think you’re
a wonderful mom and wasn’t trying to take away your authority.”

  “What were you doing, John? What in the world were you thinking?”

  He swallowed and nodded his head, so she knew he agreed with her opinion of his dumbassery. Her arms remained crossed, and she still had him in the hallway. The only way out of this was to do what Ryan said.

  “Honestly, Sam? I was thinking I’m in love with you and had some crazy idea that impressing you with my parenting potential would give me an advantage.”

  Her head performed a series of half double takes. Eyes that normally looked at him with warmth squinted fiercely.

  “Excuse me, what?”

  “I’m falling on the sword for you, Sam. For you and Chelsea. And yes, I know what I’m saying. Please give me a second chance. I, um, well, you see, it’s true. I’m in love with you.”

  Her expression registered shock. She shook her head. To clear her thoughts? Probably, he surmised.

  “John.”

  He handed her the sword. “Samantha, please.”

  “Oh, my god,” she muttered when the fake plastic weapon was in her hand. “What am I going to do with you?”

  With a grimace, he admitted, “You know I have a hard time reading these things, so tell me how thin the ice is, okay?”

  It was his turn to be shocked when her free hand shot out and grabbed his to pull him inside her apartment. He took four steps and stopped, unsure of his status and wishing he was better at reading the tea leaves.

  She shut the door quietly and turned the locks. Motioning to him for quiet with a finger at her lips, she tiptoed away from the door and waved at him to follow. They were in a hallway. Samantha stopped at a half-closed bedroom door and stuck her head in. A few seconds later, she pulled the door closed and walked further—to another room on the opposite side and at the end of the hall.

  He was pushed into the room rather abruptly. Stumbling as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he immediately realized they were in her bedroom.

  Holy crap.

  He hadn’t been in a woman’s bedroom since ... well, since before his father died. His sex life, what there was of it, involved business sex and nothing more. Bedrooms, romance, and seduction weren’t part of the deal once he was CEO of the company.