by Katy Evans
“Don’t be a meanie, princess,” I lovingly chide as we get to her room.
She giggles again.
And still...the voices from the living room carry over.
I should probably shut the door.
But I don’t.
Why don’t I?
Because I feel protective of William. Possessive. Because I’m so jealous, my stomach is cramped.
“I’m wearing my mother’s earrings, William,” Myrna is telling him with a soft laugh. “God, I can’t believe you don’t remember. I’m here because I’m willing to give you another chance.”
A dead silence.
Then I hear William’s voice, rough and deep and stony. “I’m not asking for one.”
“Oh, come on. I know it hurt you when I broke up with you. But you’re always so cold and selfish. But I’ve been thinking that... I miss you. I haven’t been able to stop dreaming of you these past weeks. I just sense there’s more to you, and right now when I see you, there’s definitely something different.”
“It’s because you’re no longer in my life, Myrna. I’d like to keep it that way.”
“So there’s someone else?”
“No.” The emphatic way William says it almost makes me weep inside.
“But you want there to be? Oh, my gosh! How come I didn’t see this sooner? Is it her? Your assistant?”
I gasp and raise my hand to stifle the sound.
“I really should get back to my niece,” William says. “See yourself out, please.”
“William, wait...”
A silence. There’s no sound of footsteps, or anything at all except my own crazy heartbeat.
“We make sense. I’m a businesswoman—you’re a businessman. Imagine the way we could combine our empires...”
“I don’t need more work in my life,” William answers firmly. “And I already have more money than I know what to do with.”
“What do you need then?” she sounds frustrated, like this isn’t playing out the way she wanted it to.
“Something normal, natural.” William doesn’t even hesitate when he answers. As if he already knows exactly what it is that he wants.
“Something that fills up the void? Nothing will ever fill it, William, not for men like you.”
There’s another silence. I hear the rustle of clothes and my stomach constricts as I imagine them kissing. I’m tempted to go out in the hall and peer toward the living room, and when I take a few steps in that direction, it’s to see William halt her hand as she reaches for him and turn his face away when she tries to kiss him.
His ex sighs as he places her hand back at her side. “I’m not interested, Myrna,” he says, softly but firmly.
She looks up at him, as if seeing him for the first time. “Wow. That was... I can’t believe...” She shakes her head as if to clear it, taking a step back. “At least it’s nice seeing you with your niece. It shows you actually have a paternal side.”
“Do me a favor,” William says as he walks her to the door. “Don’t ever come looking for me at my home, or anywhere else for that matter, again. You were right when we broke up. There was nothing there. It’s over.”
By the time the door shuts, I’m trying to make myself busy with Rosie once more. She’s fussy and I know it’s because she needs to eat, so I heat up the bottle and pretend I didn’t hear a word they were saying as William walks into his bedroom.
“Hey,” he says from the door. “Sorry about that. I have no idea what that was about.”
“You don’t?” I laugh. “I do. She wants you back, and I don’t blame her.”
Oops, did I say that out loud? I can’t meet his gaze, for some reason. Is it true that he wants me? Could his ex tell?
“How did it go?” I ask, trying to cover for myself.
He’s watching me quietly, his eyes twinkling as if he’s just realized I may have heard. “What is it about women? Do they have some sort of radar to let them know that you’ve completely forgotten about them? Can they sense when you’re so over them that they can’t help but come back and try to wrap you around their fingers again?” He’s teasing a little, but his eyes are intense, his brows raised as he watches me finish feeding Rosie.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had that special connection with someone to sense...sense what’s up with them.”
But I feel connected to him...and hate not knowing if he feels the same way. Hate wanting something I cannot have.
I’m not a socialite. I’m not like Myrna. I’m...simpler. And maybe simple isn’t the best thing for a man like William Walker.
Let’s face it, William rejected me, the same way he just rejected her. It’s not like he’s really wanting more with me than possibly a friendship.
Once Rosie is fast asleep, I set her down on the crib, keenly aware of William standing by the window, his hands in his pockets as he watches me head to the door.
I pause there; his scent fills my nostrils for some reason. “Well, good night.”
I wait for a heartbeat. Two. Waiting for something...for him to say something. But when he just looks at me, his jaw clenched as if he has no idea what to say, I quickly force myself to leave.
God. I’m so stupid!
I head to the office to gather my things, wishing that William was a little bit more forward and had asked me to stay. I know I told him that we couldn’t touch tonight, but he’s not exactly a natural-born flirt either. Still, part of me likes that he holds his cards closely to his chest. He’s not like other men, who lay it on thick until they get what they want. William takes more careful, calculated steps. He might not be charging in, guns blazing, but I suspect when he finally gives me something to work with, it’ll be totally worth the wait.
Somewhere in this huge house, William is processing the evening we shared too. I wonder if he feels the way I do right now—frustrated, curious, longing.
When did all of this become so complicated? It was never this confusing with any of the guys I have dated. But then again I was never as exhilarated by them as I am by William. Though I still can’t put my finger on why I’m so attracted to him, the fact is that he’s the only man for years to get my heart beating a little faster. Not always for the right reasons, but he does regardless.
Just as I’m getting ready to call a car, there’s a knock on the office door.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before opening the door. He looks a little hesitant for a fleeting moment but his eyes are full of energy. Passion. He steps into the room, shuts the door.
“Don’t go.”
“What are you—”
Then he kisses me, and all of tonight’s carefully planned rules are out the window.
* * *
It all happens in a flash, and by the time I come back to my senses, we’re in the guest bedroom. He’s down to only a pair of tight boxers, and I’ve stripped to my bra and panties. Anxious for him. To feel his skin beneath my fingers. More of his kisses. More of this. I ease down onto the bed and beckon him over. He clicks off the light, our fast breaths echoing in the silent bedroom.
Then he’s crawling onto the bed...above me. All of a sudden he’s on top of me, his face hovering above mine. He sets the baby monitor on the nightstand with a soft thump, his gaze holding mine in the dark. I’m shaking with anticipation. As he trails one of his fingers down the side of my face, I hold my breath.
“Do you want this?” he asks. His fingers brush over my skin as he takes off my bra, grazing the skin at my throat. I shudder under his touch.
“Of course I do. This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
His face dips between my breasts, his hot breath tickling my skin. His tongue trails upward, making me gasp as it touches my neck. His teeth graze my ear.
My underwear is soaked. I’m so turned on, so shocked by the turn of events, that I can b
arely process this.
Finally his lips lock on to mine. His tongue thrusts in, hot and candid, sipping me up like his favorite drink. I kiss him hungrily, my hands grappling for any part of him I can reach. It’s messy and heated in a way I have never experienced before. Any sexual encounter I’ve had before has been slow and calculated. This is raw, hot, heavy. I can barely breathe, but I don’t really mind. William is hard as a rock as he grinds against me.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he growls in my ear as our lips break apart for a moment. Goose bumps cover my skin.
“Tell me,” I plead. William trails a hand down my body, slipping his hand into my panties. He finds me completely ready for him. He slides two fingers inside me and I sigh, leaning into his touch.
“I used to watch you at the office,” he murmurs, kissing my breasts as he works up a rhythm. “And I’d think about how it would feel to touch you this way. To hold you against me. To have you.”
I moan. This is exactly what I wanted to hear. I grind against his hand to make him go faster.
“I thought about you too,” I tell him. I sit up to kiss his neck, gently pressuring my teeth against his skin. “When I was angriest at you, I’d imagine the make-up sex we’d have. How fiery it would be. How...rough you’d be.”
He takes the hint and thrusts his fingers into me faster, his free hand grabbing my face and pushing my head back deeper into the pillow. It’s so unlike him to do something like this that somehow it makes it sexier. He starts to use his thumb to strum my clitoris and I squirm in bliss.
“William...”
He moves to kiss my lips, his gentle side returning for a moment, though he’s not tentative anymore. I can tell he wants this as much as I do. His tongue thrusts against mine, pushing and twisting.
I gasp as he works toward my first climax, my legs trembling as I reach the ultimate pleasure. My vision blurs and my hips buck toward him. I can’t help crying out quietly, but William doesn’t seem to mind. He slows his fingers down a little and then takes them out completely. I watch as he sucks his fingers dry, and he looks so good doing it that I practically hit the same high all over again. But now I want it to be my turn. I want to show him what I can do.
William is still in a commanding mood. He caresses my breast hard, teasing one of my nipples and pinching it.
I can tell he wants more of me. I can tell he wants all of me.
“I want you naked on top of me,” he tells me. I don’t have any desire to refuse him at all. I slip out from under the duvet and stand up, almost naked save for my panties. I look over my shoulder to check that he is watching. Of course he is. I don’t turn around—not yet. He can wait a moment.
As I slip off my panties, I bend low, letting him get a good view of my ass. When I finally turn around, William’s eyes are full of lust, one hand slowly stroking his cock as he drinks me in. I take my time clambering back onto the bed. The duvet is on the floor now—there’s nothing to hide beneath. We’re both completely exposed, and I can’t think of anything sexier.
I’m on my knees on the bed, my hands stroking his muscular thighs. I can tell William wants me to touch him, but I think it’s best to tease him a little first. He watches as my hand dips between my legs, my other hand exploring my breasts. His breathing grows heavier and he begins to stroke himself faster too, but I shake my head at him. He stops, but I can tell how difficult it is for him. He’s so frustrated, fully erect, and I’m not doing anything about it. Still, his eyes wander over my body and I know he’s feasting on me. Only when his eyes drift from my torso to my eyes do I move toward him.
I lower my mouth to his cock and begin to suck gently. William watches me intently, his eyes half closed as he relaxes. At first I use my hands, too, but each time I take him in my mouth, I let him in a little deeper. Soon I have his full length in my mouth and I’m moving faster now.
I admit that I fantasized about this, doing this under his desk, in the elevator, anywhere. But nothing can compare to the way he feels in real life, so thick and pulsing in my mouth, the way his scent makes me dizzy with want. He lets out a soft growl as I reach the head and lick and twirl my tongue around him.
William gasps, grabbing my hair as I suck him off. He’s big enough to make the experience a little uncomfortable, but I don’t care. I want to please him no matter what.
When he gasps a second time, I can tell it’s time to step it up a notch. He’s getting closer. He looks disappointed when I sit up at first, but when I straddle him, his eyes light up.
“That’s right, that’s what I want,” he says gruffly with a lick to my neck.
God, he’s so hard, so strong, as he leads me down onto him.
I’m no longer in control—not really.
He is. He sheaths himself with a condom and grabs my waist to guide me into position.
I’m a little nervous—it’s been a while since I rode a guy. But as I allow him to slip inside me, filling me up, I forget to be nervous. I forget about everything.
The first few moments, I can barely move, I’m so turned on. William is content with that, letting me adjust to his size, his eyes drinking in every part of me—my hair, wild and free, the way my breasts rise and fall with each breath. My tiny waist, as he holds me down on him.
Suddenly I can’t take it. I need more. More of him. All of him. I lean forward, licking his lips. Purring when he opens his mouth and gives my lips an even deeper lick.
I slowly begin to ride him, gasping each time his cock shifts inside me. I’ve never experienced something so intense with a guy. William seems to be experiencing something similar; his pupils are fully dilated and his jaw is clenched in pleasure. His muscles flex as he thrusts up and helps me move, his fingers digging into my skin as he sets the pace. I’m making so much noise that it’s a good thing that William doesn’t have neighbors anywhere nearby.
“I like hearing you moan,” William groans against my neck, licking and kissing me, then biting down on his lip as he looks up at me, his gaze half-mast and reverent.
His words unleash me completely, and I don’t hold back. I allow myself to give in to my animalistic impulses. I forget to be self-conscious. I ride him until suddenly I’m crashing over the edge of my second orgasm.
William groans deeply in his throat and I know he’s about to come. I allow myself to be taken over by the pleasure, relishing the moment when William spills inside me. I’m sweating and breathing hard, but I don’t care. We watch each other for a moment before William grabs my hips and pulls me off him. Then, to my surprise, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closely, kissing my face and my hair. I sigh into him, feeling happier than I have in a very long time. I can feel myself drifting toward sleep, but my final thoughts before I give in are of William Walker.
* * *
Sleep doesn’t last long.
I wake sometime later to the feel of lips wandering along the back of my neck. I instantly know who’s cupping my breasts. Whose erection is pressing into my butt. Whose warm breath is caressing my ear. My heart skips in excitement; I’m instantly wide-awake and start to move in his arms until I’m on my side, facing him.
His eyes gleam in the dark, and I think I can make out a smile on his lips. I reach up to touch those lips, stroking my fingers along them. He nips my fingertips playfully.
I groan and lean forward to playfully nip at his jaw in reply. He chuckles softly and rolls me onto my back, and suddenly his soft chuckle is rumbling against my lips and spilling into me. His warm hands coast up my sides. He seizes one of my legs by the knee, folding it upward until he drapes it over his shoulder.
I gasp in shock, feeling completely opened up by William. He doesn’t give me time to wonder what it’s going to feel like to have him enter me like this. He simply drags his erection along my folds, up and down, up and down, those gleaming eyes watching me in the shadows as I grow more breathless by
the second. And when I’m actually panting out loud, when I can smell how wet I am and how swollen my entrance feels, he retreats only to slide on a condom and start pushing in.
I have no words—the pleasure is too intense. The position allows him to go all the way in—every inch of me is filled to the hilt. I claw at his arms, rearing upward to offer him my mouth to take, as well. He takes it. Oh, he takes it, without a second’s hesitation. William devours my every breath, tasting me as completely as he’s physically taking me. My body tells him without words how much I want him. No man, in my whole life, has ever wanted me, cherished me or taken me quite like this.
* * *
The next time I wake up, it’s to the silky touch of something wet and warm against me. I groan because it feels so good. Then I glance down and spot his dark head moving between my parted legs.
“Oh, God, William.” I grab his hair, not knowing whether I mean to pull him closer to me or push him away because I’m in such a vulnerable, open position.
He turns his head and kisses the inside of my thigh, lifting his gaze to me. “Lay back. Let me taste you. You taste incredible. I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time, India...” His breath bathes my folds before he tastes me again, and I feel myself sink into a liquid pool of lava as he continues feasting on me in a way that makes me feel sexier, more wanted—and has me coming harder—than ever before.
Eighteen
William
The moment I wake up is bittersweet, to say the least. On one hand I’m wrapped up in bed with a beautiful woman. On the other there’s a baby monitor right next to me, and my niece is screaming bloody murder from the speaker.
India shifts in her sleep, stretching her arms. She rolls over to plant a peck on my lips. It’s a far cry from last night, when we went at each other until the early hours of the morning. Multiple times, in every which way I could think of. I just couldn’t get enough.
