by Audrey Storm
“I’m taking you home, Aleesha.” The tone in Cole’s voice was enough to make her realize that she did not really have a choice.
“But I drove here,” she said in a small voice.
“Yes you did but at the time you were fresh and energetic. Now you have been making small talk with Fortune 500 CEOs with sticks up their asses for the last four hours. That cannot be easy especially knowing that you literally claimed the Sheraton for the last couple of days.”
“You are not going to give up on this, are you?” she asked and he shook his head.
“Besides, this is a two day event. We will be back here tomorrow as we wrap up the company’s fifth anniversary party with the new acquisition,” he said and she bit her lower lip. She could not help but feel proud when he mentioned the acquisition. It was her own hard work that had ensured that Turner, Mayfield & Associates were the new big players in the financial management world of Las Vegas. When their biggest competitor set up shop two years after TMA was already established, Cole and Aleesha had the hardest time. It almost felt like they were the geeky kids in gym class. The new competitor came with everything they didn’t have at the time. It was no wonder that they were getting more and more business than TMA was with every waking moment. It was worrying. Perhaps even sickening.
But when Aleesha came to know about their falling stock, she had the most brilliant idea ever: Buy them out. It would have cost them a few hundred thousand dollars, maybe even a couple of million but it was a small price to pay because in the long run, her company was going to have all the clients their competitors were going to have. Both active and prospective. It was genius. Even more so because it actually worked.
Cole took her hand and led her out without a word. She could feel her heart racing as she slowly followed him. Whatever was going on between her and Cole was more than just professional courtesy. Every time she was close to him, her heart seemed to beat harder and faster, her skin got hot and sometimes, she even felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was all silent as they made their way to the elevator. A thrill went down her spine when he held her waist as they stepped into the elevator.
“What about your car?” she asked as the elevator began descending.
“I have a number of ways to get back home. I could hail a cab, maybe get an Uber…” he looked down at her. “Right now I just want to make sure you are home. Safe.”
When the elevator doors opened, he took her hand and led her out.
“So are you going to make me ask for your keys or are you going to offer them up?” Cole asked when they walked up to her Prius.
“You know I can find my own way home, Cole,” she said as she dug for her keys in her purse.
“I know you can but I want to take you home Aleesha.” He unlocked the doors and opened the passenger door for her. She looked into his green eyes for a long minute as he held his hand out before she finally placed her small hand in his. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her climbing into the car. She looked at him as he walked round the front of the car before he climbed into the driver’s seat. When he got in, she buckled herself in and her eyes were fixated on the road ahead, probably to hide her reddened cheeks from him. The half hour drive seemed longer than usual. When he finally pulled up in front of her town house.
“Well, here we are,” he said as he unbuckled his belt.
“Yeah, here we are,” she echoed. “Would you maybe like to come in for a drink or something?” she asked, surprising herself at the words she had just uttered. She was normally very adamant when it came to inviting him in. They had always had this amazing chemistry ever since the first time they met but back then, she was still married and he was a no go zone as far as anyone was concerned. Any time he offered to walk her to her door, she usually had an excuse or the other. And even though some were so obvious it was ridiculous, Cole didn’t really mind. He had given her the space she craved so much. After all, she was as stubborn as she was beautiful. Her smile, her warm brown eyes, that perfect left dimpled cheek and her body….her perfect curves. It was actually a wonder that he had managed to keep his cool for this long. Except for the light flirtation every so often, there had not been anything else between them. Nothing could happen. She had made that abundantly clear from the very first time but the mixed signals…it was all too much. It was no wonder he was so surprised at the invitation.
“A drink?” Cole asked as he looked at her. “Are you sure?”
“Well I did suggest it, didn’t I?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Yes, you did but…” he started but she was already opening the car door. She climbed out of the car and began walking towards her front door. Cole was still confused as he followed her up to her door. She looked at him over her shoulder as she unlocked the door and flashed him a smile. And it was not one of those friendly smiles either. It was the same kind of smile she flashed him in the board room as she looked into his eyes during meetings. The same kind of smile that had been driving him wild every time she looked at him. She opened the door and turned back around before she walked in. She kicked off her shoes and once again breathed a long sigh of relief.
“Have you changed your poison or is it still bourbon on the rocks?” she asked as she made her way to the bar.
“I would rather have something that you can have.”
She looked at him and frowned as she tossed her purse over to the couch.
“I am not having cider,” she said.
“Coffee would be great or that weird root tea you seem to love so much lately.”
“Rooibos,” she corrected him.
“See, even the name is weird,” Cole said smiling.
“Well, it is an amazing remedy for headaches and helps with this crazy insomnia I’ve had to deal with lately. “Plus it is great for bone strength.”
“Wait, you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately?” Cole asked as he followed her into the kitchen.
“Just a little…the party and acquisition….” She sighed and put the kettle on the stove. “It’s been a little hard on me.”
“I told you to tell me if you needed help. I could have had one of the junior associates help you.”
“This acquisition was my baby, Cole. I was not about to hand it over to some junior associate,” she said as she walked over to the fridge. “Can I get you something to eat?” she asked when she opened it.
“What do you have?” he asked, sitting down at the kitchen counter.
“Not much…potato salad and leftover chicken breasts from Sunday dinner.”
She put the container on the counter and he walked over to where she was. “What are you doing?” she asked when he put his hands on her waist.
“You need to sit down,” he said in a low voice. He was standing so close that she could feel his crotch against her ass and his warm breath on the back of her neck.
“But…the tea,” she said.
“I’ll make the tea but you,” he pulled out a seat at the breakfast bar. “Are hungry.”
“What do you mean? How do you even know that?” she asked as he took off his jacket.
“Because I know you didn’t eat a thing at the party and lucky for you I make a mean chicken noodle soup.” He rinsed his hands in the sink and grabbed a dish cloth.
“Spying on me now, aren’t you?” she asked, sitting down.
A smile played on Cole’s lips as he looked at her. He then got some mixed vegetables from the fridge and began chopping them up. Aleesha could not help but be impressed with his knife skills. When the water boiled, she was about to climb off the stool when he shook his head.
“I’ve got it,” he said as he got two cups from the dish rack. He took two tea bags from the box of rooibos on the table and put them in either cup before he poured in the water. “Sugar?”
“Honey. Definitely.”
She pointed at one of the cupboards and he walked over. He opened the cupboard and got a jar of honey before he made his way back to her. After get
ting a teaspoon of honey in each cup, he handed her cup before he resumed his chef duties.
“So, you have been a little hot and cold with me lately and I have to wonder what exactly is going on.” He emptied the chopped vegetables into a pot on the stove.
“What are you on about?” she asked.
He looked at her as he stirred the pot.
“You know what I’m talking about Aleesha. This thing between us.” He began cutting up the chicken into strips and looked into her eyes. “Chicken broth?” he asked snapping her out of her trance.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you have any chicken broth?” he asked again and she nodded.
“Pantry.”
“I know you know exactly what I am talking about, Aleesha,” he said as he put the chicken strips and broth into the pot. She gently brushed a strand of curly hair from her face.
“Cole…” she started but he had that look that shouted ‘I don’t want to talk right now’. She bit her lower lip as he put the lid on the pot before he walked over to where she was. He took the tea from her hands and set it down on the counter. She felt a shiver going down her spine when he took her hands in his. She wanted to pull her hands away from him but her body seemed to be failing her. “Cole,” she said again, this time in a whisper.
“What?” he was slowly moving closer to her. “You are trying to push me away, again. The same thing you have been doing for four years.” He stood in between her legs and gently slipped an arm around her waist.
“Cole…” she started again before he held her face in his hands.
“I stayed away that first ear because you were still married but you have been divorced since and…” he sighed as he brushed off a strand of hair from her face. “Baby, why are we still doing this back and forth?” His voice was getting lower and lower and by this time, his scent was all around her. Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to say something and she did have a lot to say. But for some reason, nothing was coming out of her mouth. Her throat was completely dry and her mind was completely blank. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to claim her but at the same time she had a million and one reservations.
“Cole, this is not a good idea,” she said in a soft voice.
“That’s your problem. You always overthink everything,” he said as he pulled her to himself. She closed her eyes as their lips met in a slow soft kiss. “Tell me that didn’t feel right,” he whispered.
“It was perfect,” she wanted to say but she was still dumbfounded.
“Do you want me to stop?” Cole’s hand was slowly running up and down her back. She put her hands on his shoulders and reluctantly shook her head. “Good. Because I do not intend to.”
As they kissed, she would have done anything to have him take him on that table but she knew that he wouldn’t do that. Not now anyway. She angled her head and held a lock of his thick brown hair as his tongue went everywhere in her mouth. He pressed himself into her when he heard the sound she made at the back of her throat and slowly undid the side button that held her dress together. She pulled away and looked at him as he gently swept the two sides of her dress apart exposing her fuller than usual breasts. She felt a little weird looking sitting there as he looked at her naked torso.
“Cole…” she started as she attempted to cover up but he wouldn’t have it. No man had seen her naked, not since her ex anyway.
“No,” he whispered. “You look beautiful.” He helped her off the stool and gently pushed her dress off her shoulders. “You have always been beautiful.”
“But…the soup,” she said as he began leading her out of the kitchen. He stopped and reduced the heat on the stove getting it as low as he possibly could before he walked her to the living room. She looked into his eyes when they got to the couch and his hand went round to her back. She gasped when he undid the clasp on her bra letting her breasts fall loose on his chest. He raised her chin with his index finger and looked into her soft brown eyes.
“I want to look at you,” he whispered, his hands on her waist. “Have every inch of your body in my arms…I want to worship your marvelous curves.” He kissed her again and she exhaled deeply into his mouth. He was talking as he kissed her chin and neck, whispering little nothings in her ear.
Worship her marvelous curves, he had said. The last time she had thought of her curves as marvelous was…never. She had struggled with her plus size body and she was surprised that he still found her sexy.
“Marvelous curves?” she whispered and he pulled away to look at her.
“What? You don’t think you are sexy?” he asked and she opened her mouth to answer him. But he didn’t let her. He brought his mouth down and his lips crashed down on her chest, completely pilfering her train of thought as he orally kneaded one of her nipples and then the other. A deep rumble hit her from the core and then upwards as she raked her fingers through his thick hair, caressing his scalp. He looked up at her and slowly brought himself up to kiss her again before he gently lowered her onto the couch. She was moaning, panting. Her skin was ablaze with wanton desire as he kissed her lips and then her neck over and over. All she could do was hold his head steady as he went on kissing her breasts, sucking her and licking the already hardened tips. She shivered with excitement when he began trailing down his kisses to her tummy and then pull down her panties. She raised her head and looked at him, still a little unsure of what she was doing. She knew that they were about to cross a line they could not come back from.
“I’m sure about this, baby,” he said as he looked at her. “I have never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you right now.”
She raised her hips allowing him to pull her panties off. Cole never gave her an opportunity to get used to the fact of having him looking at her. All she knew was that one moment, he was taking off her panties and the next, he had his mouth over her pussy. She moaned out loud and held on to the edges of the couch as he flicked his tongue over her already hard clit. She was squirming and gasping for breath and he was savoring every minute, every taste of her dripping cunt. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. There was a soft cry of frustration leaving her mouth as she pushed her hips forward. She longed for him to be inside her. For him to claim her but he just kept denying her that final push. She whimpered when he pulled away from her. He diverged from the soft teasing kneading of her breasts and began taking off his clothes. He had just taken off his boxer shorts when he began stroking her thighs slowly and gently. She suddenly moaned when he cupped a feel of her breast. Settling in between her legs, he pushed her knees apart exposing her pussy to himself. She spread her legs even wider and he began working his cock into her making her gasp loudly. She might have been sopping wet but his girth was literally splitting her apart. She held on to his shoulders as he began working himself in and out of her. He was going slow, stretching her out with every long slow thrust. He was filling her up, feeling her every fold.
Without even realizing it, she was digging her nails into his back and Cole took that as the green light he needed so much to go on pushing her. And pushing her he did. He had gone from long low strokes to fast hard thrusts making her shiver under him. She buried her head in his shoulder as he began driving himself harder and deeper. Soon enough, he was slamming into her like a battering ram, as if he was a warrior trying to take down a steel door. Aleesha’s moans had graduated from soft low ones to loud gasps. She was now raising her hips to meet his every downward thrust and she could feel herself getting so close she was shivering. She suddenly let out a loud cry when he suddenly thrust hard and deep making a shiver go through her body. Every sensory organ was alive, every hair on her body was on high alert. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into her pussy. She nibbled on his shoulder and that was the final straw. She moaned and gasped as she felt herself unraveling all around him and him exploding inside her.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Cole pulled out o
f Aleesha’s dripping pussy and collapsed next to her. She was breathing hard and he was too.
“Oh my god,” she said in an exhausted whisper.
“I know.” He turned and looked at her. He kissed her softly and pulled away to look into her eyes. “You were definitely worth the wait.”
Part 2
When she first started working for Cole five years ago, Aleesha was not the woman she presently was. She was a quiet associate who put on a strong face in the office while she dealt with her husband at home who was not much of a husband at the time. She would only see him when she got out of bed in the morning on the nights that he had actually spent the night at home. Aleesha’s husband Neil Keller had more business trips than POTUS and the UN secretary general combined. She always felt like there was more to the story when it came to his travels and she was right. Her sister had always advised her to trust her instinct, something that she didn’t always do. As far as she was concerned, she might as well have been overthinking everything. Maybe Neil was actually as busy as he claimed. Maybe everything she was feeling was actually a figment of her imagination but her sister, Amanda wouldn’t have it. She could smell a rat even though her sister couldn’t.
“There is something going on, Aleesha. You and I both know it,” Amanda had said. “And even though you don’t want to admit it, you know at the back of your mind that something feels off.”
“I don’t know Amanda. I don’t want to be the one to cry wolf while there is actually nothing to worry about.”
“But there is something to worry about, Aleesha. You know it,” Amanda insisted. “While you are here trying hard not to give in to that hot boss of yours…”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Aleesha asked, feigning seriousness.
“You think I haven’t noticed the way Mr. Cole Turner looks at you?” Amanda asked and her sister shook her head. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Aleesha rolled her eyes.
“There is nothing to tell.”
