by Lena Skye
Justin bent his head down and held onto one breast greedily and she gasped the moment he began to lick one nipple. She would never stop him now. He licked her other breast and she gave another gasp, louder this time. He was using every ounce of his control to stop himself from entering her too soon. She needed to feel everything was good, so this could happen again and again.
She was fumbling for his jeans, wanting to free his hardness and he quickly unbuttoned his pants and with a grunt, kicked them off with a bit of difficulty. She could see his manhood strain against his boxers and as he straddled himself against her body, she reached out for it.
He moaned the moment she held onto it, stroking it slowly. She wasn’t adept, but she had made him feel sensations he wanted. He stopped her, not wanting to cum too soon. He held both of her hands above her, against a pillow and proceeded to kiss her again, rougher this time.
Without warning, he slipped a finger into her and found her very wet. Her stomach fluttered and she shuddered at the pleasure his fingers elicited as he slipped in one more. He wanted her horny. He wanted her to want him so bad that he wouldn’t need to ask for it again.
Her body was supple and she was beautiful in the early morning light. He hadn’t realized she was this beautiful without makeup on. It was a fresh look and he liked it. His leg shifted and Mikaela felt the tip of his penis brush against her thigh. It was already slick, ready to enter her. She made a mental note to have a good Brazilian wax soon…
His tongue found its way to the underside of her breast and then he sucked on it and sucked on the other breast hard. Her chest heaved. She heard him fumble for something and found he was now wearing rubber. He shifted his legs, positioning himself in between her thighs. He felt the heat come from her pussy and he wanted to tease her, build up anticipation. Justin teased her clit with the tip of his cock, rubbing it again and again. He saw her bite her lower lip and she wriggled underneath him, growing impatient. He saw wetness glisten on her pussy’s lips and knew she was ready.
He rammed himself into her, her eyes flared from the sudden pleasure. He held onto her shoulders as he pushed deep inside her, again and again. A moan tore from his mouth, and she knew he was enjoying this as much as she did. He hadn’t felt this much lust for anyone. He pushed her legs apart, roughly and she said nothing, but her grip on his back said it all.
They panted, their bodies attune to each other this time. She thrust her hips to match his pace. She worked her muscles to coax him into a climax, and the friction had become too much for her to focus on helping him. He gave one last big thrust, and Mikaela did all she could to keep quiet.
He wanted to own her, if only he could. That contract for three months suddenly didn’t seem enough. He wanted more of her, but he had brought along only one condom. And here he thought he wasn’t going to get greedy. She didn’t come, but he did. He had wanted her to come. Maybe next time. He had months to go. Slowly, he pulled out of her, holding onto the condom, his mind returning to its normal conniving state, a politer man resurfaced, as opposed to the animal that ravaged her earlier.
Her bed was in disarray and he lifted himself off the bed to dispose of the rubber. Mikaela sat on the bed, wondering how the passion died so quickly the moment he came. A wave of disappointment crashed into her all of a sudden. Then she looked at the clock, realizing she was going to be late. She bolted out of bed and changed into her plain white shirt and black jeans. She had never been late and today seemed like the first.
He noticed her panic. “I’ll drop you off,” he said casually.
“I’d like to keep my job,” she mumbled.
“I’ll drop you off a block away. This is partially my fault you’ll be late, anyway.”
Partially? It was his fault. She didn’t want an early morning romp. She had focused on giving him the actual contract and not enacting on the contract the first day. Could she claim she couldn’t help herself? The way he touched her made her actually want to be late earlier, in fact she didn’t care if she did half a day if she could have sex the whole morning.
She said nothing, controlling her anger. Sex was a good way to start the morning, in fact, she had never felt more awake. Being angry was not a good start, however.
“I thought you didn’t want to be seen with me,” she said, as they got into his car.
“That’s why I’m dropping you off a block away.”
She gritted her teeth. He wasn’t much of a gentleman now, was he? The rest of the car ride was in silence. When the street before the café came, he looked at her without much emotion.
“Have a good day at work,” he said simply.
She felt foolish to even expect a peck on the cheek from him. That was what couples did, not two adults who had extra benefits to their strange relationship. They weren’t even friends, how could it be called friends with benefits?
What? That was her goal now? To actually be friends with him to make “friends with benefits” real? She was twenty minutes late and she realized her wet hair hadn’t been combed in the least bit. She quietly entered the employee’s entrance, the smell of coffee immediately enveloping her. Someone walked into the locker area that was in between the pantry and the office.
“Well, someone slept in,” Mary Ann remarked. “Did you stay up late for dance practice?”
“A little,” she said sheepishly. She hoped she didn’t have the after-sex glow she had read about once, although she wouldn’t be against gorgeous hair.
“Those kids are lucky to have you teach them,” Mary Ann continued. “Why don’t you open a dance studio or something?”
“If I had the money, but I’d rather be a nurse.”
“Ah, that never-ending dream of being a nurse, taking orders from a doctor, cleaning up crap and whatnot.”
“You make it sound so dreamy.” Mikaela sighed, brushing her hair as quickly as she could.
“This is probably the first time I’ve ever seen you late in the year I’ve been here.”
“This is the first time I’ve been late since I started working here.” She sighed, silently cursing at Justin. He did this. But she bent to it.
There was a part of her that wished she just pushed him away the moment he started kissing her, then she thought about the contract, and how she loved the smell of his body wash, and how she wanted him close to her in that cold morning… She shook her head to herself. Work came first, no matter what contract she had signed.
Chapter7
The day had started of brilliantly. Justin came in his manse, fresh from a good run at the beach, sweat dripping all over his body. He was no gym fiend, but he liked to work out during the mornings, sex included. That was probably the reason why he felt so upbeat, even if he didn’t smile at anyone yet. He didn’t want muscles straining against his suit or shirt, but he wanted to look like he was competent enough to knock someone down. He actually could, since he had a brown belt in Jiu Jitsu. He had been practicing it with a private trainer, UFC certified, for four years now, and they met at least twice a week.
It was small wonder that he could easily grapple Mikaela into submission. The woman was actually easy to grapple mentally, emotionally, and physically. Did he have her deceased family to thank for that? He shook his head; his mind wasn’t in the right frame. An ego trip was in the making again, something he tried to control. He couldn’t help it. Power just came naturally to him. It was never easy to lose family, so why would he think that? He was devastated when he lost his father and he was sure Mikaela was more than devastated when she lost her whole family.
He tried to put himself in her shoes. That was why she was needy. But it didn’t show too well. He could see it in her, she wanted to be loved, like any other person, and she wanted the people she loved to stay. That was easy to read. That was why he didn’t want emotions included in their contract. Three months was pushing it too far, even. He had had her moved to a newer, bigger apartment early that morning, an apartment with a walk-in closet, because women liked that.
He took a shower, which eased his ego trip. Nothing like a stream of cold water to bring him back on solid ground, right? He didn’t like needy women, but there was something about Mikaela that he wanted more of, aside from his lust. What was it about her? And she wasn’t even his type. He liked long legged women, women who were in the same, or nearly the same circle as his.
Skin color didn’t matter, he dated whomever he wanted. Mikaela wasn’t even the first black girl he had bedded or dated, but she was the first woman who had the most sincere and wonderful smile he had ever seen. Was it the placement of her teeth? Or her lips? He didn’t know, but he did like looking at it, and he didn’t want to dampen that grin, even if he didn’t laugh at her jokes or he didn’t feel very pleasant.
The moment he stepped into the office he saw the conundrum and he felt right at home. Years and years of working under his father and his slave driving subordinates shaped him into what he was now. He learned well and applied it well, seeing how successful his takeover had been since his father’s death. Henderson Steel didn’t even go through a temporary reshuffling of the top honchos. He immediately took over with such aplomb that the business world rejoiced in his rise. He was young, good looking, cultured, and smart. It came naturally that women would flock to him and he used this (or them), to his full advantage.
He didn’t abuse women, at least he thought he didn’t. He treated them well, paid for everything, spoiled his dates with lavish gifts, was loyal, until he decided he was fed up with things he found wrong with them. Mikaela was not an exception to this. She was a nice person who deserved someone nice as well knowing she wouldn’t survive in his cutthroat world. It was mentioned in the file that she wanted to be a nurse. Why a nurse? They worked fourteen to sixteen hour shifts to make ends meet. They faced patient after patient and doctor after doctor, all of which had different personalities. Then he thought she fit into that mold. She adjusted to anyone.
He shook his head as he opened his emails. He didn’t want his morning thoughts filled with Mikaela. He had better things to think about. And that thought came moments later with a call. An international one.
“Mother,” he greeted.
“Oh don’t you ‘mother’ me, we’re not some aristocratic family.”
“Mum,” he sighed, then he smiled. “How are you?”
“You haven’t called in two weeks,” Lydia sounded like a petulant child even if she was past fifty.
“That’s why I’m asking how you are.”
“Well, I’m fine. Aren’t you going to ask about your sisters?” she asked, trying to mask a laugh.
That made him sit straight. Something was up. “Yes, how are they? I do miss the loud girls.”
His mother laughed. “They’re fine. Louisa and Beatrice, well, actually Beatrice is great.”
“All right, spill it, Mum,” he said.
“Beatrice is engaged!” his mother shrieked, it was so shrill that Justin momentarily jerked the phone away from his ear.
He blinked. His nineteen-year-old sister was engaged? “Are you sure?”
“What kind of question is that?” his mother reprimanded him. “You don’t sound happy.”
“I’m-I’m more of shocked,” he responded. “How did this happen?”
“Well, her boyfriend proposed,” his mother began with a drawl.
“Mum.”
“He did.”
“Who is this prick?” he asked.
“He’s been dating Bea for two years, you’ve met the young man, Justin.”
He scanned his mind. He didn’t really bother remembering his sisters’ dates. Yes, Beatrice was in a long-term relationship. He was a nice fellow, with a penchant for archery. He was also still in college—Oxford, if he recalled correctly.
“With the son of the Leader of the House of Commons? What was his name? Gregory Murray?”
“Yes, Gregory.” His mother was delighted he remembered.
“Isn’t she a little too young for marriage? She hasn’t even finished school yet,” Justin snapped, closing his emails by accident. He almost cursed but he controlled himself. He didn’t like where this was going. Justin was overprotective of his sisters, no matter the distance.
“Oh pish posh,” his mother said. “I barely graduated by the time I married your father. Besides, the wedding’s not until a year from now.”
“You discussed this without me?”
“It’s an engagement, not a business proposal.”
“Where is Bea?”
“Out. I just couldn’t contain myself. She didn’t want me to tell you until a week from now when everything had settled down here.”
“I’d still find out.”
“She hasn’t posted pictures on Facebook yet.”
“I wouldn’t find out on Facebook. I don’t have that, remember?”
“Right. Well, I’d still tell you.”
“Where is this leading to?” he breathed.
“Well,” his mother began, “I was wondering if you’d take a week off to see us in England? Meet Gregory’s family for formality’s sake?”
Justin looked at the ceiling. The answer was predictable, even his mom knew it.
***
“Where are you?” he called her at half-past six.
“Going home,” she replied.
“Wasn’t your shift supposed to end at five?”
“I extended a little.”
“I told you, you don’t need the extra cash,” he said. “Wait, are you walking home? Wasn’t that place ten blocks away?”
“I’m taking the bus,” she replied.
“Call me when you’re free.”
And he ended the call. She wondered what he was up to. Didn’t he have enough of sex for the day? Or did he have to go through, say, four more rounds before he was satisfied? She pocketed her phone into her coat and zipped it up. There was a bit of a chill tonight, but it made her hair behave. The bus ride took twenty minutes and she walked the remainder of the journey to her apartment.
She didn’t want to call him again right away, but there was something in his voice that said it was urgent. She shook her head, wondering why she was such a doormat over him. She only did that to customers. But then again, he was a customer. Sort of. With the contract and all. Now she sounded like a major slut.
“Well, shit,” she muttered as she dialed for his number.
“I forgot I was supposed to have someone pick you up,” he greeted.
“No need, discreet, remember?” she reminded him acidly.
“Right.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Whatever it was you wanted to share?”
“I didn’t want you to talk while you were on public transportation.”
Was this his way of saying he wanted her safe? He was being an asshole again, but she found it bearable this time. A loveable asshole. Wait, what? He was never loveable. Not in the week she had known him. She realized she had only known him for a week and that whatever impressions she had of him could still change.
“Uh. Okay. So, what was it?”
“I’m leaving for a trip next week,” he said calmly.
Leaving? How long was this going to be? Where was he going? So that meant she was free (sort of) from the contract until he came back? But she didn’t quite want him to leave…
“Uh-huh.”
“For London. Just a week.”
Business or pleasure? With that distance, she would never know. It was only a week, but a lot could happen in a week. What was in London? Well, she knew he held dual citizenship. He had family there, maybe ex-girlfriends, too.
“Okay,” she said, making it sound like she was genuinely interested. At the back of her mind, she wondered what London was like. I would love to see London.
“What?” he uttered.
“I didn’t say anything,” Mikaela said. Then she realized she had said it out aloud. Oh my god, how stupid. How deprived. She couldn’t blame herself though, as she had never been out of Ameri
can soil.
“You said you would love to see London, am I right?” there was amusement in Justin’s voice.
“I- I’ve never been there,” she stammered.
“You’ve never been anywhere,” he teased. He took a breath. “Well, I think that could be arranged.”
She blinked. Did she just hear right? Or was she having auditory hallucinations? No, she was assuming again. But the contract did say that he was going to pay for every expense imaginable. He might even pay for plastic surgery if she wanted to have one.
“What do you mean by that?” she whispered, knowing it all seemed unreal.
“It means that you’re going to London next week,” he drawled. “I’m getting you a ticket.”
“We’re flying on the same day? On the same plane?”
“Of course we are. You don’t know your way around there yet. Then again, discretion is compulsory once we get there.”
“By discretion…?”
“We can’t be seen together in London. I have to meet up with family.”
She began to wonder if this was true, him seeing his family and all. He didn’t seem like a family man. Having a happy family meant he should be smiling all the time. He wondered if the rest of his family was as indifferent as he was when it came to sentiments.
“I-I have work,” she said, landing her thoughts of a London escapade into dust.
“Well, you’d better find some excuse. Have you ever taken a leave of absence before?” he sneered.
“No,” she quickly said. In the two years she had worked there, she had never taken a leave of absence, let alone a vacation leave.
“Well, I think it’s high-time you take this opportunity.”
“I’ll do my best to think of something.”
“Think,” he told her. “I’ll need confirmation by tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.”
“Did you check your mail?” he asked all of a sudden.
“No, well, I just grabbed the envelopes from the box.”
“Check it. There’s something there for you. Do you have it now?”
She frowned, wondering what it was. She scanned through four junk mail letters and found one envelope with an international bank’s logo on the corner. She opened it and found a letter of gratitude for banking with the establishment, and a shiny, new platinum credit card.
