“I’m talking about the fact that you seemed to be an open book of information all day. But after I didn’t want to talk about why I wouldn’t fuck you earlier, you started to hold information hostage.”
“I would never consider the two the same thing. I hadn’t even thought about earlier.” I felt my zipper run down my back and cool air hit my skin.
“You didn’t think about me fucking you when you showed me your garters earlier?”
My dress pooled at my feet. “I was trying to be playful. You smacked my ass, and I thought I’d tease a little back.”
He stepped in front of me again, looking down the length of me. He gave me a hand so that I could step completely out of my dress.
I was wearing only my panties, garters, and stockings. Thank God I had chosen my one pair of sexy panties this evening.
“So, you didn’t want to be fucked and didn’t want to talk about why I wasn’t fucking you.”
His temper appeared to be rising. “Please stop talking like that.”
He laughed bitterly. “Are you going to tell me that the word fucking is turning you off?” He moved behind me again, and I felt his fingers reach between my legs and find me drenched through my panties. “I think not.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to go to my room.”
The last part was unconvincing at most, but his hand pulled back. “If you wish to leave, then go,” he snapped harshly.
Turning, I searched his eyes. “Josh, I’m not trying to hold anything hostage.”
He gave me a cruel smile and scoffed. “Aren’t you? Aren’t all women?”
“Please don’t make it like this between us.” I put my hand on his chest.
“Did you see me take that pill earlier?” he asked. His eyes were haunted.
I had no idea where this was going. “Um, yes, why?” Was he sick? Did he have a drug problem?
I didn’t see it coming until it came out of his mouth. “Yes, well, in order to get it up and keep it up after the vasectomy, I’ve had to resort to taking those little blue, goddamned pills. And the cruelest part is that I still don’t come. So there you have it. My big dark secret that I wasn’t ready to share with you, but you backed me into a corner. Now, what was said in that bathroom, Haylee?”
“But I don’t understand.” My head was spinning.
Then, just like that, I was being carried over to the large picture window overlooking the city. He placed my hands on the glass and spread my legs apart as if ready to do a pat down on me, but instead he stepped behind me and lowered his zipper. “I want to know what you heard earlier.” His fingers reached around me into my panties and found me pathetically ready for him.
“Josh, please. I don’t…” I felt my panties rip.
“You don’t—what? Want to be fucked?”
God help me, I could feel my whole body trembling with desire. He was hard against my backside with his other hand teasing my nipples. I was lost and would do or say anything at this point.
“Tell me, Haylee. Tell me you want to be fucked.”
I felt him tease the back of me and stroke my swollen folds. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I admitted finally.
He came around to the front of me. I saw not only passion but also anger in his eyes. “Then tell me what you heard.” His fingers were now teasing my throbbing clit. When I’d start to feel it build, he’d stop.
Somewhere in the sexual fog, I was remotely aware that he was using sex as a weapon, but I was too inexperienced to know what to do about it and too turned on to want to stop. “I heard, um, Ana. She was talking to the HR girl about you and your ex. They were discussing a rumor of you pushing her and a miscarriage as a result.”
His eyes darkened with hurt. He moved behind me again but I could see his pained features reflected in the window. I cursed the fact that he had bullied me into telling him.
“This isn’t going to be gentle, so tell me now if you want to go. Otherwise I’m going to have you hard right now.”
I swallowed and braced myself as I wanted it too much at this point. “I want it,” I confessed.
He shoved inside of me. He was so large that I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. Gasping, I felt him thrust into me fully. I could vaguely feel his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place as he pumped hard and fast.
The first wave of pleasure ripped through me quickly as my body had been primed for it. I rode thrust after thrust. He gripped my ass, and pushed deeper inside me. Reaching around me, he worked my clitoris with his deft fingers until I came again.
Mercifully, he braced me while he pulled out, as I wasn’t sure I could stand a minute longer.
“Haylee, I…”
I wasn’t sure what he was going to say next or why it was so important to me, but I dropped to my knees and dove for him with my hands and mouth, ignoring his protests.
“Jesus, Haylee, no. You don’t…”
Looking up through my eyelashes, I watched him wage the war between raw lust and whatever he’d been about to say. Working his length thoroughly with my mouth and tongue, I used my hand to pump him hard.
He tensed and I realized standing probably wasn’t the most relaxed position. I broke contact and took his hand, leading him down the step to the couch. There I none too gently pushed him down and followed with my mouth again.
“Christ…”
I wasn’t listening; instead, I was frenzied with only one goal in mind. I wanted him to come. And maybe I wanted payback for his taking such control over me earlier. My fist worked his shaft while my mouth was greedy for his taste. I felt his thighs tremble and knew he was getting close. Sucking harder I demanded it with my tongue working his length.
He started to come in my mouth and abruptly pulled me up thrusting back into me. He completed his orgasm deep inside my pulsating core.
We were both left exhausted, situated half on the sofa and half on the floor.
He carefully slid out of me and sat up fully on the living room couch. He watched me with hooded eyes while I stood up.
Walking over to where my dress lay, I dragged it up, situating the belt half-ass and zipping myself up as best I could with shaking fingers.
“Listen, I…”
Holding up my hand, I fought the tears knowing that I was overly emotional, but not able to help it. “No, you don’t get to talk anymore tonight. You can listen for a change. I didn’t tell you what was said in the restroom at first because I knew it would upset you and because I didn’t believe it. But you used sex as a weapon to bully me into me telling you. I knew you were holding something back from me, but I was willing to let you take your time and tell me when you were ready.”
He swallowed hard.
“I need to go.” Grabbing my purse, I made a quick exit, rushing back into the elevator and down to my room. I fought my tears all the way down and then let them flow as I washed the makeup off my face and ran a hot bath. I knew I had just handled that poorly. I had more than wanted the sex, I just wasn’t prepared to deal with the overwhelming emotions afterwards.
Hearing the knock at the door, I chose to ignore it until it became pounding. Meanwhile, I could also hear my phone ringing. Turning off the water, and throwing on my robe, I opened the door, ready to give him a piece of my mind until I glanced at his face.
He looked devastated.
We stood there staring at each other for the longest time.
“You were in the bath?” he questioned.
I could only nod, not trusting my voice.
“Come on.” He took my hand and led me back into my bathroom. Cupping my chin, he kissed me softly on the lips and then the forehead. Gently, he peeled off my robe.
Stepping into the tub, I eased down into the water and watched as he undressed from his tuxedo shirt and pants. He slid into the tub behind me, situating me between his legs and cradling my back against his strong hard chest. I could feel him breathing in the scent of my hair.
“I k
now you probably want to be alone, but I had to know if you were okay.”
“You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you’re asking. Physically,” I clarified.
He rubbed my arms and seemed to struggle for words. “I was so convinced that you were backing me into a corner. I have no excuse for the way I acted or the way I lashed out at you. I behaved terribly.”
“You could start with actually saying I’m sorry.”
“I’m not very good with apologies.”
I completely snapped. “What is so hard about two little words? It’s pretty easy. Here, I’ll even go first. I’m sorry that I didn’t want to tell you what Ana and Helen were gossiping about in the bathroom this evening. It took me off guard, and I knew that it would upset you. I simply didn’t think that I was doing anyone any favors by spreading malicious rumors.”
He hugged my waist and buried his face in my neck. “I’m sorry, Haylee.”
Breathing deep, I forced myself to relax back in his arms. “I hate that you told me about the pills like that. Something so personal and painful for you shouldn’t have been thrown out in anger.”
He took my hands and held them. “No, it probably shouldn’t have, but to be honest, I’m not sure there was going to be another way to tell you. I didn’t want you to feel sorry for me. I didn’t have them with me in Mexico or earlier this evening but called my physician to have the prescription delivered. You’re the only person who knows, with the exception of my doctor, who prescribes me the pills while telling me that it’s all in my head.”
“So tonight is the first time you have—?” I asked quietly, kind of liking that fact.
“The best orgasm of my life,” he revealed, sighing. “Look, what those women were discussing, the rumors? I told you the part about her being pregnant, but I didn’t touch her. She fell, and I wasn’t even in the same damn room when she did it. But she was going down the stairs and not watching because she was angry with me, though, so I guess inadvertently…”
I turned around, straddling his legs, and put my finger to his lips. “You don’t need to explain anything to me. It was upsetting to hear, but I didn’t believe it for a second. But promise me you won’t ever use sex as a weapon with me again, Josh.”
“I promise,” he vowed, kissing me senseless. He soaped up my arms and then my breasts, slowly working his way down.
Closing my eyes, I couldn’t believe that my body was ready to respond again so quickly.
“Haylee…”
My eyes fluttered open, and I feasted on his lips again, feeling his fingers working me. Deepening the kiss, I could feel him grow hard against me. Before he could protest or overthink it, I rose up and impaled myself on his impressive erection. I relished the sound of his groan as I rocked into his hips.
He gripped my backside, helping set the rhythm. “No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me,” he commanded softly.
We were face to face and the intimacy was overwhelming. I could tell this territory was as new for him as it was for me. My hands plowed through his hair, and I gasped when his hand made its way between our bodies and rubbed my most sensitive spot. I increased the cadence and rode him harder.
“That’s it. You feel so good.”
I tipped over the edge of reason and realized I was taking him with me as he groaned. I could see the surprise and then the overriding satisfaction in his eyes.
We sat like that in the tub awhile before I noticed the patch on his arm. “What’s this?” I questioned running my hand over it.
“Nicorette patch,” he explained.
My face split out in a grin. “You quit smoking?”
“I’d been meaning to for a while. I guess I had the proper incentive this time.”
I kissed him again deeply, enjoying the touch of his mouth on mine and toying with his lips. God, he was a really great kisser.
“I know I should have asked this before we had sex, but I’m not on the pill and I’m clean because I’ve always used condoms, but with your ex being unfaithful—” God I’d already failed Safe Sex 101.
“I had a checkup and got tested after I found out she cheated. I’m clean, and I had the vasectomy, which is more effective than the pill anyhow.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I murmured against his neck, “Water is getting cold.”
He lifted me up and kissed my forehead. “Let’s rinse.” Leading me into the shower, he turned on the water. We quickly washed, and then he spent an inordinate amount of time drying me thoroughly with little kisses along the way.
His strong arms came around me and picked me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently. “Time for sleep. You have to be exhausted.”
It was nice when he climbed into the bed behind me. I was almost asleep when I heard him murmur, “Haylee?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think your ass is fat at all.”
I fell asleep smiling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I woke up a little disoriented by the weight across my body until I realized it was Josh’s arm. He was half on his back and half facing me and looked vulnerable while sound asleep.
Taking the opportunity to study him, I noticed he appeared much younger than his thirty-two years. I hadn’t noticed how long his lashes were until now, when his eyes were closed. The planes of his face longed to be touched, and had no doubt he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen. Even close up he seemed flawless and simply gazing at him caused butterflies. Of all of the women in the world, why did he want me?
Well, that was a nice insecure thought. Rolling my eyes, I slipped out of bed quietly. The last thing I needed was to start feeling doubt and then question my self-worth.
Hopping in the shower, I convinced myself that even if he was gorgeous, I was attractive, too, and we all had faults.
When he stepped into the shower in front of me however, I forgot all about faults. The man was breathtaking.
“Good morning,” he greeted, cupping my face and kissing me soundly.
“Hey, you brushed your teeth. That’s hardly fair,” I protested mildly.
He smiled. “It’s quite all right. I will simply pick alternative places to kiss.”
And just like that, he was kneeling in front me with his mouth on my center. My climax was hard and fast.
As he rose, I realized he was hard for me.
“I can’t guarantee how long it will last or if it is still from the pill yesterday, but it seems like a shame to waste it.”
I didn’t even have time to comment as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, sheathing every hard inch of him inside of me. I loved hearing his intake of breath from the pleasure.
“Jesus, Haylee, what you do to me. You feel so good.”
Squeezing my legs, I pulled him in even deeper. As I met his thrusts, the familiar burn started working its way down to my toes. Was there any limit to the amount of orgasms one person could have in a week? I was pretty sure I was going to find out as I exploded and then felt him do the same moments after.
The warm water was no longer reaching me in the corner, and now that I was coming down from the height of passion, I started to shiver.
“You’re cold,” he realized and inched me down the length of him, taking me back into the stream of water.
“Much better,” I admitted. I took the soap and leisurely explored his impressively chiseled chest before smoothing my hands down to his abs and trim waistline. I had never studied a man’s body and found myself mesmerized. Massaging his biceps, I marveled at the strength he had going down each forearm and then into his wrists and large hands. Looking up through my lashes, I saw his eyes watching me, curious, as I kneeled down and soaped each leg, taking my time with his shapely calves and on up to his powerful thighs.
Pausing, I soaped up my hands and took his length in both hands, caressing the soft skin and then underneath his length. I smiled, moving around to his back and soaped up his broad shoulders. I admired the muscles in his back and tra
ced my fingertips further down. Damn if his ass wasn’t made like a sculpture, I thought, rubbing my hands over the taut muscles and daring to slide one down between his cheeks. I heard his small groan and loved the power that came with turning him on. Working my way down the back of his thighs, I finished the job. Hugging his back tightly to me I enjoyed the moment.
“You’re all clean, Mr. Singer,” I declared in my best seductive secretary voice.
His body shook with a chuckle and I squealed when he turned and wrapped his hands around my waist and grinned at me.
“I probably shouldn’t be so turned on by that, but I am,” he admitted. “You do know that I’m sorely tempted to keep you in your room all day naked, don’t you?”
I could see the seriousness in his eyes, and it was enticing, but he had important work to do. “Places to go, people to see, flights to catch, Mr. Singer.”
He gave me a fake pouty face.
This teasing side of Josh was so rare I think I stood a few seconds stunned, not realizing he was exiting the shower and speaking to me.
“Unfortunately, you’re right. I’ve got to get back up to my room and get dressed.”
Washing quickly, I climbed out of the shower. Once I donned my hotel robe, I stepped into the bedroom to see him dressing in last night’s clothes.
“So going back to my room right now, that’s the walk of shame you referred to, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, “Sorry,” I said, not meaning it in the slightest.
“I have nothing to be ashamed about. Mind-blowing sex, sleeping a full night, and then the best shower I’ve ever had. I’ve earned this walk.”
Giggling, it hit me that I was seeing Josh smile more than I ever had before. Knowing I might be the reason for that was humbling, and it made me a little bit fearful of what this softer side of him meant to me.
“All right, time to get back to reality. I’ll meet you in an hour. We can take our luggage with us to the office and leave from there.” Josh suggested.
“Sounds good.”
He came back, giving me a resounding kiss. “Ready for the big reveal today in the office?”
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