“Yeah, she’s fine now. She had a heart attack at the end of February.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I say. “I mean, that she’s doing better, not that she had a heart attack.” Smooth, Henry, I chastise myself. “Are you close?”
“Yes, I love her so much. She’s great,” she beams.
She bites her lip and I look on, fascinated. Her lower lip blushes a deeper red, and I lean over, never taking my eyes off hers.
I almost touch her lips with mine when she pulls away and nervously looks around. She’s skittish, and from her reaction, she doesn’t have a lot of experience with men.
“How about we take the party to my room?” I propose.
“To your room?” she stammers and turns crimson.
I take hold of her hand, and her eyes grow wide as saucers. “Yes, I think we’re going to be more comfortable there. The bar is closing in ten minutes,“ I explain with an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that the bar would be closing,” she says. “Okay then. Let’s go. Maybe I can tell you more about my grandmother,” she adds.
“So, the answer is yes?” I ask.
“Sure,” she says, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. I sense that she’s nervous, so I pull her chair away from the bar to encourage her.
“Wonderful,” I say happily, gesturing toward the exit.
Chapter 3
Lucy
I can’t believe I’m in the elevator with the Henry Kane, heading for his room. I have no illusions that he wants to fuck me and this is the only reason I have his attention. In the last month, I tried many times to make an appointment with his secretary, but she refused me every time. I read in the newspaper that he likes to climb, and I went to the gym in the hope that I could talk to him and explain my situation, but he was always surrounded by his security detail, so I didn’t succeed.
When I read in the newspaper that he would be attending the tech conference, I knew this was my chance. I spent a lot of money that I don’t have to pay for the trip and accommodations in this hotel, and I lucked out that he decided to stay after the conference ended and showed up while I was at the pool.
He charmed me during my time with him tonight. I think he’s just as handsome up close as he was on TV. He has a high forehead, a straight nose, and a prominent Adam’s apple.
But I really like his hair. I desperately want to run my hand through it, and I think I’ll have that chance when we get to his room. It’s clear to me that he’s a man of the world, elegant and well dressed, but he doesn’t seem to be someone who bores you by talking about himself all the time. He’s traveled the world, and he told me many funny stories tonight. My plan was to tell him about my grandmother and ask him to help me, but I don’t think that’s going to happen now that I’ve met him.
I enter his huge suite, and he pushes me with my back against the wall and his lips claim mine. I feel myself getting wet when he touches my breast. I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life.
He pulls away from me and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I want you very much, but I wouldn’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for,” he tells me.
I hear a discreet knock on the door. Henry opens the door, and a waiter comes into the room pushing a table with a bottle of champagne on ice and fresh strawberries in a crystal bowl.
Henry tips the waiter, who leaves closing the door behind him.
Henry pours us some champagne and grabs the bowl of strawberries as we head to his bedroom.
He sits on the bed, putting his glass of champagne and the strawberry bowl on the nightstand.
He stares at me and lightly taps the sheet. “Come, join me,” he says.
I swallow hard, trying to make a decision. My brain is so fuzzy, I don’t know what to do. I do want to sleep with him. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful, and most importantly, he makes my heart flutter with emotion like no man before him.
But I came here under false pretenses, and he doesn’t deserve to be lied to.
His brow furrows, and he grabs his glass from the nightstand, never taking his baby blue eyes off of mine.
My phone rings, and I know it’s my escape because I texted my bestie Lexi to call me.
I fish my phone out of my bag and answer. I clearly see the look of disappointment on his face when I turn around and walk into the living room of his suite.
I talk with Lexi for a few minutes, and I abruptly end the call when I hear footsteps behind me.
He gives me a card and kisses me on the cheek. “This my phone number,” he says, slipping the card into my hand. He swings the door of his suite open, and his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. “Look, I like you very much. You’re the first woman who has captured my attention in a long time. I want to take you on a proper date next week so call me. Please!”
I make no attempt to exit the suite since I’m very tempted to spend the night with him.
He frowns and cocks his head to the side, his eyes burning into mine with the same sensual hunger I feel.
“Goodbye, gorgeous,” he says and his face goes blank. That’s my cue to go. I squeeze my eyes shut and leave.
Chapter 4
Henry
End of March
I’ve kicked myself mentally for over two weeks for not asking for her phone number that night when we met. I had almost given up on her and was surprised when she called me last night and invited me to her apartment for dinner tonight.
I remember how skittish she was that night at the hotel, but she’s like a sex-starved kitten tonight. She’s wearing a black gown with split seams and silver strappy sandals.
“Would you like more champagne, Henry?” She doesn’t wait for my answer and gracefully rises from her chair. She leans over me with the bottle in one hand and the other resting on my shoulder as she fills my glass.
“Do you like jazz, Henry?” she asks pouting her lips.
She leans in even further, giving me an ample view of her cleavage.
I turn my head a little towards her, and she smiles at me with a warm invitation in her brown eyes.
I clear my throat and reach for my glass of champagne.
The truth is, I’m surprised by her behavior tonight. She seems very determined to seduce me. And it works. I really want to take her to bed and fuck her until she screams my name. It’s just that this whole thing seems very strange to me, given that this woman appeared into my life out of nowhere and I’m already at her house ready to take her to bed.
She ambles closer to her chair and then leans over seductively to arrange the strap of her sandal. As she bends down, she grants me a great view of her appetizing ass and the graceful curves of her body. I groan in despair and get impossibly hard.
I grab the glass and guzzle all the liquid before depositing it back on the table.
“Don’t you have something stronger?” I ask her, my voice hoarse. I must be going crazy, because I realize I want to date her first and wait to have sex so that I really can’t resist her. But the cheap champagne isn’t helping me.
She adjusts her strap with a practiced movement and turns with a seductive smile. She sits down across from me, stretches her leg underneath the table, and touches my leg, massaging it slowly under the cuff of my pants. She grabs a strawberry from the bowl and slowly and seductively takes a bite. She never takes her brown eyes off my face.
I cough and withdraw my leg with regret. My penis protests. The bastard is already in love with her, and he’ll soon take over my brain if I’m not careful. But I’m determined to resist her. I’ve never met a woman like her—innocent and skittish one minute and seductive and appetizing the next.
“Where did you say you work?” I ask, trying to make conversation, although it’s crystal clear that talking is the last thing on her mind. She’s like a sex-starved kitten, the sexiest I have ever met.
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, ch
allenging me with her eyes.
“I just made junior partner at my law firm,” she says, and she gets to her feet. “Where is my head?” she says, impatience creeping into her voice. She crinkles her nose and laughs. “You said you wanted something harder. I know I want the same thing.” She points this out—like it wasn’t clear enough—and bats her eyelashes.
I swallow hard and watch the enticing curve of her hips as she parades herself to the kitchen, swaying her hips, teasing me toward my breaking point.
I want to rip that dress off of her and find out if she’s wearing any underwear, I think, unable to stop torturing myself.
She returns with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. She opens the bottle, bends over, and pours whiskey into my glass, making sure her appetizing breasts rub against the solid muscles of my shoulder.
When she steps in front of me, I moan in pain when I see her black lace bra peeking out from her dress. I can see the erect nipple through the fine lace.
I want to bite and suckle that nipple.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I’m in pain, and my penis is getting harder.
“Henry, tell me about yourself,” she suggests. “I want to know everything,” she says, emphasizing the last word and pursing her lips.
Every time she does that, I want her lips on my sex. I’m a little surprised by her request to talk about me. Usually, the women I go out with talk endlessly about shoes, clothes, or travel. I don’t know what to make of it. She takes her phone in her hand, and suddenly, seductive jazz music fills the room.
This is sex music.
Maybe taking her to bed is not a bad start to a relationship, I lie to myself. I’m sure this woman is a firecracker in bed, but I want to be more than a notch on her bedpost. Still, I can’t help but think she must have an ulterior motive for her planned seduction. I can sense that something is not quite right. She seems like a completely different person than the one I met two weeks ago.
“Where is the bathroom?” I ask and place my napkin on the table while rising to my feet.
She frowns slightly, pursing her lips in a frustrated pout.
“Down the hallway, the first door on the left,” she says. I imagine she’s wondering why we aren’t already in bed.
In the bathroom, I splash cold water over my face and then send a quick message to my driver telling him to pick me up in ten minutes.
My driver will call me, and I will tell her I have an emergency. It’s the perfect excuse to get out of here.
I just have to hold out for another ten minutes.
I step out of the bathroom to find her dancing seductively, swaying her hips to the beat of the music.
I’m lost. Her little dance is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m just a man, damn it. How am I supposed to resist such a thing?
I clear my throat to get her attention and pray to all the gods that she stops with the sexy dancing or I’ll never get out of here.
She turns to me and smiles. “Henry, dance with me, please,” she says. Her voice is as warm and sensual as melted chocolate.
Chocolate!
Oh, my God, why am I thinking about chocolate? Now I’m thinking about pouring melted chocolate on her smooth skin and licking it from her breasts.
She slides into my arms and wraps herself around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder and rubbing her breasts against my chest. She takes a deep breath.
“That’s very nice, don’t you think, Henry?” she says, and she rubs her thighs against mine.
“I like your dress, Lucy.”
“I’d hoped you’d liked it when I bought it, Henry. It’s called Double Trouble,” she says, and she stealthily unbuckles my belt, reaching for my sex.
She falls to her knees in front of me and undoes my shoes and takes them off. Then, she reaches for my pants and slowly pulls them down.
I put my hand in her hair and pull hard, making her moan deep in her throat. I help her to her feet and lean in, claiming her mouth and biting her lower lip. I grab her breast and run my finger over the nipple that tortured me so much.
She inhales sharply, and I leave her mouth and cover her nipple with my lips, sucking hard until I hear her moan with pleasure. This kitten has tormented me for the last few weeks, but now it’s my turn.
Chapter 5
Lucy
Suddenly, his strong hands lift me and he strides towards the bedroom, carrying me to the bed.
I don’t even have time to rejoice that my plan has worked before he throws me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, kissing me hard.
His rock-hard cock touches my belly. The force of his passion makes me so wet and hot, like I have never been for any man before. I close my eyes and inhale his manly scent while he kisses every inch of my body, making me writhe with pleasure.
He strokes my throat with his fingertips and then takes my dress off. He rips my panties off, touching my clit until I’m on fire.
“Do you know how ravishing you are, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can mumble as I close my eyes, lost in the erotic sensations he’s giving me.
My eyes open, and I meet his gaze as he lowers his fingers to my pussy. He lightly brushes my clit, and I part my lips and moan softly.
He watches my reaction and waits a few moments before continuing.
I sigh, frustrated, and he laughs. “It’s my turn to torture you, you bad girl,” he says, and I pout. I really want to cum, but he keeps me on the edge and keeps my clit throbbing for attention.
“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” he asks, and I sense that the answer is important to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
I don’t want to lie to him, so I tell him as much of the truth as I can. “I was scared.”
His fingers stop massaging my clit, and I groan. “Why are you scared?” he asks.
“You’re going to hurt me, Henry.”
“Never, Lucy. Look at me, baby. I want this to be more than a fling, okay?” He lowers his mouth to mine, claiming my lips. I am so wet and ready for him that my toes curl and my back arches as I come when he enters me in one swift movement.
I writhe under him, screaming my release like never before.
I’ve only had one boyfriend before him, and I’m surprised at how wide he is. He stretches my folds to the max, making me expand to take his size and hardness. Pleasure racks my body with each firm thrust, and we come in mutual surrender.
He spends the night, and I’m surprised to find him cooking breakfast in my kitchen in the morning wearing the apron Nana gave me at Christmas. We eat the eggs and toast and then make love in the shower. He takes me to work, demanding to see me that night.
I feel like we‘re moving a little too fast, and I tell him I will see him tomorrow night. I like him so much, but I regret ever telling Nana I’m engaged to him. If I date him, he only needs to spend five minutes with a member of my family and the whole thing is going to blow up in my face. I’ll lose him forever, and I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t sue me for all I’ve got. And that is not much at the moment after I paid Nana’s medical bills and the buy-in for my junior partnership at my law firm.
But now, I’m stuck. I want to keep seeing him. I just have to find a way to keep him from dumping me when he learns the truth.
Chapter 6
Henry
End of April
I never knew what happiness was before I met Lucy.
I used to be the kind of man who quickly got bored with the women in my life, but Lucy fascinates me. I’ll never tire of her curvy body, her quick wit, and her shy smile.
We’ve been dating for a few weeks, and tonight I have a big surprise for her.
A hot air balloon ride. I can’t wait to pick her up from work.
We’ll go home after the hot air balloon ride to have dinner. I ordered food from a French restaurant. I haven’t seen Lucy in two days, so I want to have a quiet dinner and take her to bed.
I know Lucy is Th
e One, but I sense that she still has reservations about our relationship, and I want to make her fall in love with me.
I pick her up from work and kiss her deeply, almost deciding to skip the balloon ride and take her to bed.
Two days is a long time for a man in love not to have sex with the object of his adoration, I muse.
Her eyes are full of desire when we break our kiss. “So, where are we going?” She beams at me.
“It’s a surprise,” I tell her.
She laughs and claps her hands in delight. “I love surprises!”
I chuckle and pull her closer for another breathless kiss.
We have to wait until the balloon can take off, so I take the opportunity to take some selfies together.
Her eyes become clouded with worry when I suggest she send a picture of us to her grandmother. I know how much she loves her Nana since she spends her weekends with her. “I heard your grandmother suggest that you send her a picture of that ‘handsome man of yours’ when you talked to her last week. I guess she was referring to me,” I joke.
Her shoulders tense, so I massage the back of her neck as the balloon takes off.
“Are you okay, baby? You don’t like my suggestion?” I ask.
“I’m fine,” she says. She rubs her temples, and I sense I have upset her somehow.
“We both look so happy in that picture, baby. I bet she’ll be thrilled when she sees it.”
“Sure, I’ll send it right now. You’re right, she’ll be thrilled. She asked me to bring you over to meet her next week.”
I feel Lucy relax once we’re in the air. I take her into my arms while we enjoy the wonderful landscape.
“Honey,” I tell her. “I know it’s only been a little while, but I wanted to tell you that I love you very much.”
She tenses and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “Henry, I love you too,” she says. “So much! But we really need to talk about something.”
I kiss her happily and then hold a finger to her lips to stop her from speaking. “Honey, if the conversation is not about how much you love me, it can wait.”
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