by Abby Gale
“Come to me. My house. Today, Melody,” he repeated.
“But… why?” I breathed out.
“We’ll work. You gave me this clef idea, now I want your help with it.”
“Oh…”
“Oh? Were you expecting something else?” he chuckled. His voice held a hint of cocky amusement. My body was definitely expecting something else.
Taking a deep breath to cool my body, I asked, “When do I need to be there?”
“By the sound of your sex operator voice I assume I woke you up. So, just take a shower, get dressed and come,” he said, before I could say anything else he added, “On second thought… why bother with shower and clothes? Just come here naked.”
“Kellan,” I gasped, causing him to laugh, “Relax… nothing I haven’t seen before. I was just giving you options, but I need you to be here as soon as possible.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” I groaned, already feeling myself blushing.
“Hmm… I haven’t even started to work my phone sex skills on you, yet you’re coming,” he mocked me.
“Jeez, you’re impossible. Will you stop it?” I giggled, couldn’t help myself when he was like that.
“I’ll see you soon, Melody,” he said and I could sense his amused smile through his voice.
I ended the call with a big goofy smile on my face. It was like I was back in high school and my crush invited me to the dance. I knew this was ridiculous since we had already gotten down and dirty, but to be honest, that fact was making this harder for me… desiring that same pleasure he gave me.
I hit my head on my pillow, groaning to stop myself thinking these thoughts.
“Becca!” I called out a few times, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.
“Yep? Where are you?” I heard her say.
“Bathroom,” I called out from the shower, noticing she opened the bathroom door.
“Why are you calling me when you’re in the shower? Want me to join in?” she joked.
Rolling my eyes, I poked my head through the shower curtain, “No. I want your help. I need to go out for work and I don’t have so much time. Can you choose my clothes for me?”
“Where are you going, a meeting? What kind of outfit you need?”
“Something comfy. We’re working at his house,” I blurted.
“At his house? Your boss?” she asked. Her voice was calculating and I knew she wouldn’t let this go.
“Yeah,” I said, nonchalant.
“How old is your boss, Mel?”
“He’s twenty-nine. Can we stop with the twenty questions now? I don’t have time,” I groaned, hoping she would let it go.
“This conversation isn’t over, Melody Crown,” she said before leaving the bathroom.
After five minutes, I got out of the shower and pampered myself with body lotions. I ignored the fact that I was more meticulous about my daily routine. When I was back in my room Becca’s choice of clothes were on my bed –my best fitted jeans, a see-through cream shirt, and a maroon colored jumper. She even chose my underwear –maroon lace bra and thong. Shaking my head I started putting on her choices. She could have chosen so much worse than a thong and see-through shirt, I couldn’t complain.
Taking my grey coat and wearing my boots, I was ready to go out. Becca was nowhere to be seen so I yelled before closing the door behind me, “Thanks, Becca!”
In front of the building there was a car waiting with his driver leaning against the hood. He was holding a paper with “Miss Crown” written on it, like we were at an airport.
“Miss Crown?” he asked when I walked toward him.
“Yeah,” I said, confused.
“Mr. Hawke sent me to fetch you, Miss Crown. I’m Fernando,” he said.
Kellan didn’t tell me anything about a driver so I decided to call him first. I watched enough movies to not jump into car without being sure.
“Did you send me a car?” I asked the moment he answered the phone.
“Yeah. Fernando was waiting in front of your building since I called you,” Kellan answered.
“Oh, okay… thank you, but there was no need.”
“You don’t have a car. Of course it was needed. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, Kellan. I’m coming,” I answered, smiling as I rolled my eyes and ended the call before he could answer.
“Thanks, Fernando,” I murmured as he opened the car door for me. Feeling spoiled I enjoyed the ride inside the SUV. Fernando didn’t look like a talker and I wasn’t good at starting conversations so I just let silence fall between us.
“Fernando, can we stop here?” I asked when we passed my favorite bakery.
“That baking shop, ma’am?” he asked, parking the car in front of it when I nodded.
“I can buy whatever you want, Miss Crown,” he said, getting out of the car after me, but I shook my head, “No. I’ll do it myself. Thank you!”
“Hey, Lena,” I waved.
“Welcome, Mel. What do you want me to give you today?” she asked, “Give me a minute, I’m coming. Jeez,” she added when someone called out for her from the kitchen.
“Busy day, hmm?”
“I can’t complain, but sometimes I really want to take a break,” she groaned, “Anyway, do you want me to surprise you?” she asked like I always wanted her to do.
“Give me two cinnamon rolls, four pancakes first, and add whatever else is new,” I told her. She always had new things up her sleeve, and her recipes never disappointed.
“Give me the head count and I’ll prepare your package,” she winked at me.
“Two… I think, and another box for one person only, please” I wasn’t sure if there would be another person in the house, but I wanted to give a box to Fernando.
“Coming right up,” she said and started to fill the box with all the goodies.
No matter how hard it was, I finally left the delicious scent of the bakery and let Fernando take me to Kellan.
“Thanks, Fernando. This is for you,” I handed him his box when I got out of the car.
“Oh… thank you, Miss Crown,” he smiled at me. He was a cute guy with a Latin accent, he just didn’t give me enough chance to hear him talk.
“Enjoy,” I waved, heading toward the house.
I was excited as I stood in front of the door. Knocking on the door, I waited, breathing deeply to calm my nerves.
“Finally,” Kellan opened the door, looking at me from head to toe, “You didn’t take my suggestion about clothing I see,” he chuckled.
“I did better, I brought lots of things to eat,” I smirked, passing him. He was right behind me, though, helping me out of my coat. I tensed when I felt his breath on my neck, “Mmm, smells delicious,” he whispered.
“Kellan…” I breathed out.
“Fuck! It’s so hard to remember that you’re my employee when you’re around,” he groaned.
That makes two of us, Kellan, I thought.
It was easy to control myself when he was grumpy, but when he was playful and seductive like this I didn’t trust myself. Turning to face him I was hoping to put some distance between us. But he took my breath away with his simple hotness in his dark jeans and white t-shirt. His tee had paint stains on it, but even that looked stylish.
“Were you painting?” I asked, catching him off guard.
“Yeah, why?” he asked, but then he must have remembered the t-shirt, he laughed, “This is the third t-shirt this week.”
I gasped when he took his t-shirt off, revealing his muscled torso and tattoos. Trying to keep my eyes on his face, I noticed another stain on his cheek.
“You have paint on your cheek, too,” I laughed.
“Where?” he said, making it bigger. His cheek turned to neon yellow as he rubbed it.
“Wait, you’re making it worse,” I said, getting a wet wipe from my bag and cleaned his face.
“We should fuck again,” he whispered.
“What?” I shrieked because of his boldness.
“I want to fuck you so hard even the neighbors will hear your scream. And the nearest house is five miles away,” he smirked.
“Kellan… please,” I sighed. His words had already affected me, causing a throbbing between my legs, I couldn’t do anything else but press them together.
“This is fucking with my head, okay? Wanting you and not having you isn’t something I’m accustomed to. I see a girl, I want her and I fuck her… simple, but you’re making it so damn hard,” he groaned.
“I can leave now,” I offered, but he chained me to my place with his gaze, “No. You’re not leaving.”
He sighed before adding, “We really need to work, anyway.”
****
All morning we worked in his living room, making sure to keep distance between us. But the tension was palpable and there was nothing to make it go away. The comfort of his house made it harder to be professional. The only thing that kept us focused was the deadline of this project.
I felt suffocated because of my arousal and took off my jumper, hoping to feel better.
“Fuck!” Kellan breathed out, reminding me of my see-through shirt.
“Shit! I forgot…” I mumbled, trying to cover myself, but he held my hands, forcing the jumper to fall.
“Don’t cover yourself,” he rasped, caressing my sides over my thin shirt. My breath shuddered as he moved his hands up, toward my breasts. I was watching him, mesmerized.
“Kellan,” I whispered, but before I could continue his lips crashed on mine. This kiss was different than that night. There was no urgency, but there was raw need. It was full of lust, passion, but this time there was also familiarity in his lips. This time there was an intimate connection between us, we weren’t strangers… we were a man and a woman who knew and wanted each other.
His kiss was like air, breathing life into me, making me feel alive and giving me the things that I didn’t even know I needed. His touch was electric, burning, cooling, healing every piece of me. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, but not attempting more than that. This time we didn’t know where this would go, we were just taking pleasure in touching and kissing each other.
Moaning into the kiss, I wanted more… and this was dangerous, this was where I needed to make it stop.
“Kellan…” I moaned, but his lips didn’t leave me.
“I want you. I can still remember the taste of you, how your hot and wet cunt was wrapped around me,” he whispered, biting, licking, and kissing my neck.
“Kellan… don’t… we… need to… stop,” I panted.
“Tell me you don’t think of me, my cock inside you… tell me you don’t want this,” he groaned, thrusting his hardness to me, making me aware of how much he wanted this… me.
“I can’t… Kellan… I want you,” I moaned, but continued before he could have a chance, “but we can’t… please… let me go,” and sighed in relief when he took a step back. I ignored the disappointment in me.
“Go,” he said through his teeth, “Go before I change my mind, Melody.”
And I did…
I left his house without looking back… because I knew if I stopped for a second I would go back and jump on him.
I just ran… till I got inside a taxi.
“So you’re home… come here missy, we need to talk,” Becca said as soon as I stepped inside.
“Becca… please, not now,” I answered her and to my surprise she nodded her head and murmured, “Later, then.”
My body was still screaming. The throbbing between my legs was indescribable; I could feel my heartbeat there.
I was a frustrated mess… this was worse than any kind of PMS.
I ripped my clothes from my body, getting inside my bed with the hope of sleeping the rest of the day. But I wasn’t that lucky. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours and I was restless in my bed. Neither sleep nor comfort could find me. His voice, his scent, his touch were all I could think of… the more I wanted to think of anything else, the more I aroused I became.
Huffing in frustration I took out my vibrator.
****
Half an hour later, I groaned, hitting my head on my pillow. I was angry, agitated, and more frustrated than I was before. My old-trusted-friend vibrator was useless, it didn’t give me any sort of relief.
“I hate you, Kellan Hawke,” I groaned, throwing the vibrator across the room. I forced myself to go to the bathroom, hoping and hoped the cold water would cool me off. When I went to bed, it was already midnight and sleep finally showed itself.
It wasn’t relaxing, though. I kept waking up all night, but beggars couldn’t be choosers in my situation.
The real struggle was knowing that I would see Kellan in the morning and I had no idea how to stop him this time if he tried anything.
****
In the morning, Kellan was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and relief was at war inside me. I tried to not think about him… at all.
I went to my office and was glad with for files that were waiting there to be read. That would be the distraction I desperately needed. All morning I didn’t even lift my head to stop myself daydreaming about the day in his house, instead I lost myself in the designs and all the projects. This was what I loved anyway.
But time didn’t pass as quickly as it did whenever I was near Kellan. Finally when it was lunch break, to my luck, Stacey was outside… a conference or something. I used this as an excuse for my lack of appetite and left my office to get some air on the terrace.
The terrace was the best thing about this floor, a full view of the lake was welcoming me every time I walked outside. The breeze held the scent of nature that I couldn’t find in the city. The crisp air refreshed my senses, but I missed the warmth of my office after awhile.
When I returned to my office, I continued to work on designs music academy. I was trying to decide which colors and textures to use on walls as well as the furniture. If I could finish the color chart the biggest part would be done for me.
My phone vibrated on my desk, distracting me from the color selections I was preparing for this project. Kellan was calling…
“Melody Crown,” I answered the phone. But he didn’t mock me for being too professional this time, instead his voice gave me chills, awaking goosebumps on my skin.
“Come to my home. Now.”
“Mr. Hawke…” I started, but he didn’t let me finish, “Home, Melody. Right fucking now.”
Ummm… well, then.
*****
I got out of the taxi outside his house, messaging Becca to let her know that I would be late. Walking through the garden, I got closer to the door, a shudder ran through my spine as I remembered his tone on the phone.
The door was flung open just as I was about to knock. Kellan stood in the doorway. Shirtless. Oh sweet baby Jesus. My mouth went dry at the look on his face. His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy and his fists clenched at his sides. He radiated power and determination and sexual energy.
“Kell...” I started, but wasn’t given a chance to finish as he pulled me inside and banged the door closed behind me. He shoved my back against the door and had his mouth on mine before I had a chance to stop him. His mouth was hungry, his tongue demanding entry, his hands grabbing at my clothes. His kiss overwhelmed my senses. We were a lit match thrown into a tank of gasoline. Kissing, grabbing, licking and biting anywhere we could reach.
“Kellan...” I breathed out.
“Shhh...” he hushed me. He dropped his forehead onto my shoulder and his hands gripped onto my shirt. I felt a sigh leave him as he raised his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I need you.” He pushed his hard body closer against mine and I could feel his straining hard-on against my stomach. “I tried to stay away from you. I tried to keep my dick to myself. I really did, but I can’t focus, I can’t work.” His voice was desperate and his breathing labored.
“Please, Melody, let me have you again. Please,” he whispered.
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�Yes,” I breathed out.
Soon, my shirt lay ripped on the floor, my skirt pooled around my feet and my arousal evident on my thong. Kellan placed his hands on either side of my head against the door. His hungry gaze devouring me as I stood in only my heels and underwear. His chest was heaving and when his eyes found my mine again, the raw look in them sent a thrill through my spine. I unhooked my bra and let it fall from my shoulders.
“Jesus,” he exhaled and lifted one hand to run it slowly, torturously from my neck down to my breast. Goosebumps followed his path and settled on my nipple, making it painfully hard. I heard his sharp intake of breath and as his thumb grazed my nipple my head fell back onto the door and a moan escaped my lips. His other hand came down to my face and he ran his thumb across my lips before slipping it inside my mouth. I sucked on his thumb, moaning around it as his other hand traveled down from my breast to the soaked scrap of lace between my legs.
A loud ripping sound filled the air around us as he tore the thong right off me. He gripped my thighs with both hands and lifted me up, my legs wrapped around him as his mouth found mine again. He broke our frenzied kiss only to undo his jeans and let his cock free.
I arched my back, moaning at the feeling of his cock on my skin. All week, my vibrator did everything in its power to give me release, but after him nothing could match. He ruined me. My pussy craved him.
I screamed and scratched my nails down his back as he thrust into me roughly. Feeling him fill me again was like scratching itchy skin after you’re told not to… sweet pain that leaves you tingling sensation.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, “Why are you feeling this good?” he asked through gritted teeth, thrusting his hips more powerfully like he was trying to punish me.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled him toward me, “Fuck me harder,” I whispered.
And he did…
I wasn’t even sure if I could walk when he was done with me. Thankfully, he was gentleman enough to continue in bed…
“Will you tell me the story behind this tattoo?” I whispered, tracing the letters on his skin, biting my lip to stop smiling as I felt his cock twitched beneath my fingertips.
