by Lacey Legend
“They are amazing,” Sacha said.
He knelt in front of her. He put his mouth on one nipple while he played with the other one. She threw back her head. A buzzing sounded in her ears. His mouth was doing naughty things to her. She groaned, her hands resting on his shoulder. How did he do that? Her body wanted to explode. Not exactly near a climax, but primed for being near one. He undid her pants, slid them and her panties down her legs.
“Oh God, you are beautiful,” he said.
He rested his head between her breasts as if catching his breath. He kissed down her stomach, not reaching the apex of her thighs, but getting close. Instead he stood, towering over her, his smile slow and sexy.
She tugged at his trousers. His erection was clearly trying to get loose. She complied and he stood there naked to her. He was a beautiful man. Not self-conscious at all. She’d never been this attracted to a man this this. Her usual partners had more meat, sadly not much muscle, but they were usually big men. Sacha was tall and slim, but she liked the whole package at the moment.
He took her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Lay down on the bed.”
She pulled the covers back then lay in the middle of the large bed. Sacha crawled over to her, kissing her neck. Biting that spot on her neck that sent her into the stratosphere. Her body arched up. Only his lips and teeth touched her. She grabbed at him to bring him closer.
He resisted. “Trust me,” he whispered.
She did. Right here. Right now, she trusted him. She wasn’t sure if she could in the rest of her life, but reclining naked on his bed, she trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her.
That was an accomplishment.
***
Kendra’s skin tasted of honey and peaches and Sacha wanted to lick all of her. His dick had other ideas. Only his lips touched her, grazing her neck then her chest, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He stretched himself over her, touching her body as much as his could. Skin so soft. He wanted this moment to last. Her fingers dug into his back as he kissed her again. He reached into his nightstand for a condom. As agreed upon. He rolled it onto himself then put his thumb on her clit. She was wet already. She let out a yelp, her fingers digging deeper into him.
Her body arched into him again and he was poised over her opening. He slid into her gently until he could go no further. He paused, wanting to enjoy the sensation of being surrounded by her.
She wiggled. “Sacha.”
“Give me a moment to enjoy this.”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“There will be no other first time inside of you. I want to remember it. Drink in the sensations of your warmth. You’re wet and slick and so ready.”
Her eyes sparkled. He hoped she understood because at the moment he had no other words. He was a lawyer. And businessman. Words were his life as much as any writer or politician, but right now he was at a loss. No one had ever felt this good around him. Then he began to move because he could stay still no longer. His body longed for the buildup, longed for the release that a climax would bring him. This was sex, but it was the best sex he’d ever had.
That said a lot considering his history. Women had always jumped into his bed, like eager fish into a boat. Just like those fish, those women had no idea what a cold bastard he could be. He didn’t like emotions. They were messy. This couldn’t get messy. He and Kendra had a contract. No loopholes. No professions of love and either could end it without any questions asked. How his body felt inside of hers, he hoped that ending it was a long way off.
Even if Kendra no longer needed protection, his body would crave hers. That should have scared him, but he wasn’t thinking with the big head right now. No, all of his blood supply was away from his brain. He thrust into her, slowly at first. She made deep, throaty noises that made him even harder. How was he going to hold on when she made those sounds? Sexy, sexy sounds. He slowed down his speed as to not lose it before she came.
Oh and then she did, her mouth emitting a howl as her body went taught with the release. Her vagina milked him and he had to go over after her. He thrust into her into his seed dumped into the condom, her body losing coordination except for her spasms of pleasure.
He slumped over her, not wanting to put all of his weight on her. If he could have stayed there forever, he would have, but there was the problem with the condom. He pulled it off, dropped it in the trashcan next to his bed, then lay on top of her.
Her hands were on his shoulders. Her breathing hadn’t come back to normal. Neither had his.
“Damn.”
She nodded. “I know.”
He kissed her forehead, then rolled off of her, putting his head right next to hers. She turned to look at him and she was still sexy. Rumpled, her lips swollen from his kisses. He rested his hand on her tummy and she put her hand on his.
This might be sex only, but he wasn’t one to rush away. The after part could be just as good. He wanted to get into Kendra’s brain. See what made her tick. What a fun project it would be to learn everything about her.
“This is just sex, but there’s nothing just about it,” she said.
He nodded. He snugged her closer to him. She turned on her side, spooning with him. Heaven. “Nope.” They lay in silence. “Why did you become a lawyer?”
“I thought we weren’t getting that personal. Page five of the contract.”
“It says that either party can refuse to answer personal questions. It does not stop me from asking them or you from asking me. We can take turns. I’ll ask one. Then you ask one.”
She seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Okay.”
“My questions stands. Why did you become a lawyer?”
She laughed. “I don’t have a good answer. Just seemed to be a path for making money and I was good at arguing.”
“Fair enough. Your turn.”
“How did you make your money?”
He laughed. “Right to the point.”
“You can decline to answer it,” she said.
“I know. I got a small inheritance from an uncle while I was in college. I invested it and made a lot of money.”
Silence, like an old married couple. The idea almost made Sacha run screaming from the room, but that wouldn’t be nice. This was his problem. Their roles were clearly defined in this instance.
“I have a friend who is a cop who you can talk to,” Sacha said.
“That was random.”
“Yes, but I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ll have him come by tomorrow,” he said.
“You trust this guy?”
“With my life. He would be that last cop I know that would turn dirty. I’ve known him since college and he’s a detective.”
“Okay. If you can trust him.” She yawned. “I think I’m done with questions.”
“Then go to sleep. Good night Kendra.”
She snuggled a little further into the pillow. Her butt wiggled against him, bringing his dick to life, but she was already asleep. He sighed. This was going to be fun, but painful. Now that he knew what she looked like naked, he would never get that vision out of his head.
Chapter4
Kendra woke to an empty bed. She could still see the dent Sacha’s head made in the pillow, but the sheets were cold. He’d been awake for a while. She didn’t hear the shower so she took one. She still didn’t have clothes, but the woman from the store was supposed to come today to get clothing for her and Cliff.
She was excited to shop. Not a true clothes horse, she still liked looking good on her days off. She didn’t get much of a chance since she’d been raising Cliff for the last five years. Nor did she date, so good clothes were a waste when you just lounged around the apartment.
In her robe, she wandered out to the kitchen. A similar scene as yesterday, but this time, Sacha was making waffles. Did the man know how to make breakfast or what? Why didn’t Cliff find her? Guess he was starved for male attention. Maybe Kendra needed to find a husband to help her raise Cliff, but she didn’t have any pro
spects.
“Hey,” she said in the doorway. Sacha handed her a mug of coffee. “Thanks.”
“Mr. Kozlov said we’re getting clothes today,” Cliff said.
“Yes, we are. I know that isn’t exciting for you, but it is for me.” She sat next to Cliff, ruffled his hair. “Your nanny is coming today, too.”
“Cool.”
He’ll appreciate the attention.
“Waffle m’lady?” Sacha said.
Cliff laughed at what he’d said. Kendra couldn’t help smiling. The day did look brighter after having sex not once or twice, but three times last night. Technically that was their quota for the week, but she could be talked into it again. Sacha was good at it. She felt well and truly fucked.
“Sure.”
She spun around to face the counter as Sacha put a plate in front of her. She detected something different in his eyes. He was picturing her naked with a more accurate rendering. Oh. God. If she could blush, she would. Her face went warm for sure.
She broke away from his gaze, looking down at the food. “Strawberries. They’re my favorite.”
He smiled as if he were proud that he’d given them to her. “I ran down to the market. I figure Cliff needs to eat better than I normally do.”
“He is a growing boy.”
Sacha leaned against the counter, his coffee mug in his hand. She watched him take a sip. She liked his hands. They were soft and long, but peasant hands in some way. She could see that his ancestors could have been farmers. She dug into her waffle. Her eyes fell closed when she put a bite in her mouth. “This is really good. You’re going to make a good husband for someone someday.”
He frowned. What had she said? She wasn’t making any gestures that he was going to be her husband. Did he have no plans to marry? He pushed away from the counter, then put his mug in the sink. “I have to go to work for a few hours. I’ll be back before Nikolai, my cop friend, gets here.”
He left. She glanced at Cliff, but he hadn’t noticed the frostiness in the air. The phone rang. Sacha must have answered it because it only rang once. He came out of the bedroom with his tie on and his suit jacket over his arm.
“The nanny is on her way up.”
Kendra longed to go to work, to be back around other people. It had only been two days, but she was already feeling cooped up. She had work to do on the race so she’d finalize her permits for that. Hopefully registrations would start to come in, but she had to get them from her mailbox. She stopped Sacha before he went into the elevator.
“Can you make a stop on your way home for me?”
“Sure.”
The iciness of earlier was gone, but he wasn’t as warm as he’d been last night.
“I need my mail from my post office box.” She showed him the address on her phone. “I’ll get the key.”
He was still at the elevator, but the nanny had arrived. She was already cleaning up from breakfast and talking to Cliff. They had made friends in that short time.
“Here.” She handed Sacha the key. “It’s box four zero nine.”
“What will be in it?”
“Registrations for the race.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Okay. I’ll get them.”
He hopped onto the elevator then left her, not looking her way as the door closed. Her heart hurt a little and she knew she was reading too much into it. They had an arrangement. That was it; sex without strings. No emotion at all.
She wanted it this way as much as he did. She’d drafted the agreement. Shrugging it off, she felt better. The phone rang again. This time it was the stylist that Sacha hired to outfit her and Cliff. She told the doorman that the woman could come up. The elevator dinged a few minutes later. The woman breezed in with a rack of clothing. They set up in the living room. Kendra had no idea where the nanny and Cliff went, but she’d find them eventually.
Sacha was patient about having all of these people in his space. She wondered if he entertained much normally. The place would be wonderful to have a party in, not that she was a partier, but she’d hoped that someday she’d own a house. And that she could have friends over. Now wouldn’t be the time to do that.
Besides, this wasn’t her place.
The woman measured her then had her try on clothes. By the end of it all, she and Cliff had new wardrobes. It had broken up the morning, but now she had to face Sacha’s cop friend. Sacha came home first and handed her a pile of registrations.
“Thank you.”
***
Sacha couldn’t believe the number of registrations in Kendra’s mail box. Must have been fifty. “Is there something you need to do with them?”
“I have to open them, organize the checks, and then put the names in my database. Eventually I’ll have to stuff the goody bags. We have a number of sponsors for the t-shirt and other companies that are giving away goodies.”
He blinked at her. He had no idea what she’d said. “Huh?”
“Have you never entered a race?”
“No.”
He’d meant to, but the time had never presented itself. Guess he better enter this one since it as important to Kendra.
“Well you get a t-shirt then some goodies. You also get a number to pin on your shirt so your time can be recorded.”
“Oh, okay. Let me get into some jeans then I can help you.”
“You don’t have to,” she said. “I could stand to borrow your dining room table.”
“Go ahead. I never use that room.”
The formal dining room had a table, but only because his mother had bought one for him with chairs. The room would probably be empty if Sacha had anything to say about it. When he’d changed into jeans, Kendra was elbow deep in paperwork and the table was covered with it. Looked like a big job.
“So how are you organizing this?”
“I don’t know.” She looked defeated.
“How about this. You open the envelopes and take out the checks. I’ll put the actual registration in alphabetical order by last name. That way when you enter them into your database they’ll already be in order.”
“That sounds great.”
He worked in silence with her for a half an hour when the house phone rang. “Mr. Kozlov there is a Mr. Alman to see you.”
“Send him up. He’s expected. Thanks Jeeves.”
Sacha left Kendra to go greet his friend. Nikolai had been his roommate in college. He shook the man’s hand when he entered the apartment.
“I always forget how rich you are,” Nikolai said.
Sacha laughed. “You could have invested with me in college.”
“Yeah, I know. I’d be living in a penthouse instead of going undercover for the narcotics squad.”
Sacha laughed. “You’d hate your life.”
“So tell me a little more about why I’m here,” he said.
“Well, let me get Kendra and she’ll tell you her story. This took place in a building I bought and have since changed the locks on. Have a seat in the living room.”
Kendra hadn’t moved. “He’s here and ready to listen to you.”
She nodded then followed him out to the living room.
“Nik, this is Kendra,” Sacha said.
They all sat after Kendra shook Nikolai’s hand. Sacha wanted to be there for Kendra. She glanced at him. “You don’t have to be here if you have work to do.”
Sacha shook his head. “It can wait.”
“You sure you don’t want to get a head start on those registrations? That would really help me.”
Was she trying to get rid of him? Didn’t she want him there?
“No, I’ll stay here.”
She shrugged. Nik had an amused expression on his face. Of course Sacha would stay. He was her to support Kendra and this might be difficult. It wasn’t part of their agreement, but he’d been raised this way. Kendra was his responsibility, even if she didn’t like it.
She frowned at him then turned her attention to Nikolai. She told him what she’d told Sacha
. Nikolai asked a few questions. Kendra answered them. She wasn’t intimidated by Nikolai, which was good. Instead, she seemed relieved that he was truly interested in what she had to say. At one point, Kendra’s hand was on the couch. Sacha patted it and Kendra gave him a strange look. Shouldn’t he touch her? How odd. A lesser woman would be cowed by what she’d been through. Clearly Kendra was not.
He rested his arm on the back of the sofa, which put it in proximity to her neck. She glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. What had he done now?
Nikolai left when the interview was over. He said he’d been in touch, but that Kendra had supplied some great information.
“Do you have surveillance cameras in your building?” he’d asked before he left.
“No, but I’ve changed the locks so I doubt the councilman will be back.”
“He’d find a way. I’d bet he’s been using that building while it was up for sale.”
Sacha hadn’t thought of that. “I can put cameras up.”
“Good. We might catch a break in this case. So far the big players have been elusive. I knew Lopez was involved, but I didn’t know to what extent.”
They shook hands. Sacha returned to Kendra on the couch.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. What was that all about?”
“What do you mean?”
His instincts told him to tread lightly. She was upset about something. They weren’t in a romantic relationship, but his ability to get sex would be hampered if she were pissed. Technically they’d already done their three for the week. He wished he’d held out for a larger number, but he hadn’t realized just how attracted he’d be to Kendra.
“The touching my hand, the arm on the sofa; It was all uncalled for.”
He didn’t know how to respond. “It’s just part of me protecting you.”
“You can offer me safe haven, but I don’t need to be fawned over like I’m going to swoon any minute.”
Her fists were clenched and her eyes held a fire he hadn’t seen before. “Uh, noted.”
“Good. Now that we’ve cleared that up, you still up for helping me?”
