SEVEN DAYS (PLEASURE SERIES Book 1)

by Rayne,Amber

  Natalie tipped her glass to me and grinned. “Then all I have to say is enjoy. How often do you have a chance to meet a guy like Aiden let alone spend a glorious week with him? Have fun no strings attached.”

  Four drinks, two slices of red velvet cake, and a mediocre meal of rotisserie chicken and I was back at the penthouse after saying my goodbyes to Natalie. Although she would’ve spent the rest of the day with me if she felt I needed it, I was sure she wanted to get back to her husband.

  I was escorted upstairs by the doorman. Lorraine let me and gave me a coy smile as though she realized that I had one too many drinks. But the walk from the restaurant was sobering and despite Aiden’s request for me to text him when I was done so that Bane could pick me up, I decided I wanted to walk. Aiden was in his office and the door was slightly open I peaked in. He was looking out the picturesque window, his hands in his pockets as he spoke into his Bluetooth. His voice was low but rough and I could see the scow on his profile. He must’ve been speaking to his father. It was the special scowl that he reserved for his dad.

  “Yes Dad, she needed to be here for the three hours because I wasn’t signing it until I read through it all. And I wanted my lawyer to look at it as well. If you would have done as I asked it would not have taken as long. I told you to make an appointment with my assistant but I guess you don’t think the rules apply to you. Well, I’m here to tell you they do.”

  When he turned and saw me at the door he smiled and beckoned me to him. I hesitated before I moved, walking slowly toward him, aware of how tense he was. When I was just within feet of him he stepped closer and kissed me lightly on the cheek. And then he kissed me on the lips slow, and sensual. Warmth covered my lips as his tongue slid gingerly over them, his hands roved over my body slowly down my arm, my back, until he reached the edge of my shirt. His hand slipped under it and his thumb ran rhythmically over my bare skin as he pressed warm kisses against my neck. My breath came a little harder as it always did when I was near him.

  I could hear his father speaking but could not make out the words.

  But it really didn’t matter because it didn’t seem as though Aiden was paying a lot of attention to whatever he had to say anyway.

  “Councilman Matthews, I said everything I had to say. In the future if you need something signed by me you will follow my rules and make an appointment with my assistant. You have a good evening,” then he snatched off the Bluetooth and tossed it on a desk. Pulling me to him he kissed me harder, deep hungry kisses as his fingers dug into my skin. He slipped off my shirt and yanked down my pants and I stepped out of them. And he did as he always did and took a step back and just looked at me.

  He had done it so many times that it no longer bothered me. And I stood there, arms at my sides as he looked at me. His cognac eyes roved over every inch of my body, a small smile played at his lips and when he moved closer, he rested his hand at my waist.

  “How was dinner?” he asked

  “It was going fine until Jason showed up.”

  If Aiden was surprised by it, he didn’t show it. I’m sure it was that quality that had made him quite successful as a businessman. A good negotiator. The stoic look on his face never gave away his feelings. I’m sure in business that was an asset, but most of the time I had no idea what he was thinking. Except when he was speaking with his father—I always knew what he felt then because it was always anger and contempt.

  “And what did Jason have to say?” He asked

  “He said he missed me,” I said with a wry smile. At the restaurant I was shocked by his statement. But retelling the story for the third time there was a small part of me that was offended. I was insulted that he thought so low of me that he felt that he could come to me after cheating on me and marrying someone else during the week we were supposed to be married and have the audacity to think he could get me back.

  Aiden had taken several more steps back. And studied me for a while before he asked, “Do you miss him?” He asked.

  “I haven’t thought about him.” I admitted. But the reason I hadn’t thought about him was Aiden. And I’m sure he was well aware of that.

  “How do you feel about him?” he asked softly.

  I hadn’t thought about it. How did I feel about Jason? I should hate him. I know I should. I should be disgusted by him—and he deserved that. But as I considered him and the situation, I realized I felt nothing. Not hate. Not love. I guess what I felt could be described as indifference.

  “Nothing.” I finally said

  “Then you are in a good place.” And then his hands slinked around me, fingers sliding up the back of my bra before he unclasped it and my breast spilled out. His fingers stroked across the nipple. And then he teased it with his tongue, he delivered the same treatment to the other breast—warm wet kisses covered them and then he trailed down my stomach until he reached the edge of my panties. He slipped them off and moved closer to me. I could feel his hardness against me. He gripped me by the hips, my legs wrapped around him as he lifted me on the desk. He kissed me lightly on the lips, his fingers brushed against my hardened nipples. I leaned into him, wanting him. But he continued to tease my body, his fingers, roaming lightly over my curves. Soft, gentle glides of the experienced long fingers that had brought me so much pleasure over the past week.

  Then they grazed over my thighs and slipped between them, finding the slick entrance before sliding into me. A light smile kinked at his lips as he watched me respond to his invasion. Arching back, my hand pressed against his, entreating for more and he simply pulled back, teasing me. “Feeling nothing is good. Anger is an unnecessary emotion,” he said.

  His breath was warm against my cheek as he spoke. “It has no purpose and makes things difficult. Nothing good.” He nuzzled the curve of my neck as his fingers continued to tease me erotically. Stroking against my most delicate areas, bringing me close to climax before retreating leaving me craving more.

  “And you feel nothing for you ex?”

  “Of course I don’t.” And I wanted to believe him but there was something in his voice. The way his eyes faltered a little when I pulled away to look at them. But before I could even consider asking more, he’d removed his shirt. I ran my fingers along the deep cords of muscle that ran over his chest, the turgid bands of muscle along his back. And the lean groves of his six pack. He unbuckled his pants, and looped his arms under my legs drawing me to me. In one deep thrust he entered me and Jason and everything else seemed so irrelevant. He moved deeper in me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and he lifted me and turned with me, pushing me into the wall behind him. Pressing my body against it, he slammed into me. Deep thrusts. My fingers dug into his back as he pushed deeper and harder into me. His lips devoured me and the climax that he denied me earlier exploded, a crescendo of pleasure. His fingers pressed into me as my legs tightened around him. Reaching the height of my orgasm, I came hard and when it was over, I melted into Aiden. I kept my arms wrapped around him, tightened my legs and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me on the cheek and wiped away the sweat dampened hair that had pulled from my ponytail.

  Maybe Jason was right, perhaps I was just a fuck-toy— but it didn’t bother me if I was. He offered one week of pleasure and he gave me that.

  CHAPTER 9

  “Close your eyes,” Aiden instructed from behind me after several minutes of me standing in front of the open refrigerator. I’d slept alone last night. How quickly we’d gone back to his rules. The safe zone. It was the last day before my week was over and I expected to get up early but I overslept. In the short week I’d gotten accustomed to Lorraine waking me up around ten by taking my breakfast request. Six days into my staycation and I really liked having a driver and home attendant. That’s what Lorraine called herself, which was more fitting than maid and it wasn’t quite accurate because he had a cleaning person come in once a week. I had the pleasure of meeting her the second day at the house when she walked into his office and found me naked, face down, with
Aiden inside of me as I wailed in pleasure. Oddly enough she didn’t seem surprised. Instead, she politely excused herself and closed the door.

  Lorraine was off and I was pretty sure she probably requested it after the third time she had to walk in on Aiden and me in one stage or another of undress. One more day, twenty-four more hours and my staycation was over. I pushed aside any thoughts of what I would do with the other two weeks and was too afraid of the answer if I asked Aiden for longer. Mr. Rules would only cite that the agreement was for seven days. I wondered if he had another “pleasure woman” lined up to take my place.

  “Close them,” Aiden requested, as he looped his arm around mine and pulled me to him. I could still feel his defined bare chest against my thin t-shirt and his hardness poked at my back.

  I closed them but when I heard movement I opened my eyes slightly.

  “Tsk.Tsk. Bad girl.” He was in front of me, I could smell the musky scent of his cologne and his tall frame blocked out any light that managed to filter in through my lids.

  “Stay just like that,” he said and he smacked my butt as he left. The cool drift from the open fridge made my nipples hard and chilled the rest of me. But I stayed in the middle of the kitchen with my eyes closed. I jumped, when black cloth covered my eyes. Total darkness.

  Aiden lifted me and planted me on the counter. He moved quietly around me and I could hear him putting things next to me.

  I kept turning my head following the sound. “Just be still, will you?”

  “What are you doing?”

  He sighed, “Getting you breakfast nosey. If not, we would spend the next three hours with you staring into the refrigerator.”

  “Well, I’m spoiled. Lorraine usually feeds me. Are there crepes? Are you going to fix me crepes?” That’s what had been my breakfast for the past three days and it was Lorraine’s specialty.

  “No.” he tweaked my nipple. With Aiden I rarely wore a bra and only put one on the very moment we were about to leave. If I wore one to breakfast Aiden would simply kiss me good morning and with a quick sleight of hand, he’d unclasped my bra and remove it. He would have probably done the same thing to my panties but I refused to sit bare ass on the chairs.

  “Open.”

  I did and he fed me a scoop of ice-cream, coffee flavored. “Ice-cream isn’t breakfast.”

  “Shhh.” Then he placed another scoop in my mouth. When I opened my mouth to say something again, he placed a piece of croissant and cheese in it. It was too large and it took me awhile to finish. He fed me more of it, then fruit: mango, strawberries, and grapes.

  After a sip of mimosa, he kissed me. A slow languid kiss as his lips settled over mine. When I reached for the blindfold, he playfully slapped my hand away. I was too embarrassed to tell him how much I enjoyed looking at him, even more so because I could feel his bare skin each time he moved closer to feed me and I kept reaching out to caress the sculpted muscles of his arm. I took another drink of mimosa. The pad of his thumb slid over my lips wiping away some that spilled.

  “There’s nothing like drinking to start off the day?” I teased.

  “Smart ass. Open. Wide.”

  I did and then he placed something on my tongue. A pepper; and it was hot—really hot. He laughed a deep raspy sound as I tried to decide whether or not to finish it. I did but my mouth was on fire and when he told me to open my mouth again, I hesitated.

  “Ella,” he commanded. I opened it to the soothing cool taste of more ice cream. And when I finished he gave me another spoonful. Then his lips roved over mine, the coolness of his teased mine as it soothed that remaining hint of fire left over from the peppers. He slipped off my shirt. His cool lips played with my nipples, rolling over the hardened peaks, teasing them with his tongue and fingers before he trailed down to my stomach, then between my legs. With one tug towards him he had me on my back and my panties off. Burying his face between my legs, he flicked his tongue over my sensitive area and used his finger to massage my clit. The sensation sent me spiraling into an orgasm. Panting, my fingers threaded through his hair pulling him closer to me, wanting more of him. He played with me and sent me crashing into the orgasm. I came so hard I melted into counter, exhausted.

  When he helped me up, he kissed me before he removed the blindfold. I could taste and smell me on his lips. “I think you enjoyed my breakfast better than Lorraine’s crepes. Am I wrong?”

  Still panting, I simply nodded my head. Eventually I just sputtered, “Better…yeah, better.”

  I hopped off the counter, grabbed my panties and t-shit but before I could put them on, he snatched them out of my hand, “I like you like that.”

  “Well that is hardly fair.” I said.

  He winked; the miscreant grin widened, “Life is hardly fair,” he said, tossing my clothing out of reach. Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the sink, his hardness leaving an imprint against his pajama pants.

  “What do you want to do today?”

  “Wear clothes,” I teased.

  “Smart ass,” he said as he smacked my butt before moving closer, his nose nuzzled the crook of my neck as his tongue laved over my jaw. His masculine musk enveloped me and I could stay next to him all day. Today, tomorrow…forever. But I didn’t have forever. I had one more day and the realization was sobering to his intoxicating touch.

  “Do you treat all your pleasure women like this, or am I the special one who doesn’t get to wear clothes?” I asked.

  He chuckled “I wouldn’t necessarily call them ‘pleasure women,” he stated as he returned to putting away the food.

  “What do you call them?

  He shrugged. “Just women I want to spend time with.”

  I had to ask before he went into his secretive mode. “How do you pick them?”

  The light smile settled gently over his lips as he considered the question and then me. “There isn’t a calculation about it. I see someone that peaks my interest and that I want. You peaked my interest and I wanted you.”

  I tried not to read too much into what he said but I couldn’t help but think about it. I was the one he wanted—well at least for seven days. What happened in a day? Did we return to casual nods and occasional waves? Aiden like his rules. And he made it clear, this would be nothing more than a week of pleasure. Next month or even next week he will move on to the next woman that peaked his interest and he wanted.

  I had no idea what to expect on my last day. I guess it was fitting that we’d ended up at the same Cuban restaurant where we’d eaten the first night we had dinner. It was different on a weekend; music played and a woman crooned in low sultry tones a unique and eclectic fusion of jazz and Bolero.

  Most of the day was spent seeing the city: cafés, museums, and I had to be pulled away from the live band that played in the park. By the time the day winded down and he guided me toward the restaurant, his hand placed on the small of my back, I remembered the rules. His rules. And the final one was seven days of pleasure, which ended tomorrow at ten. I wasn’t sure if it ended then. Would I spend another night and leave in the morning? I didn’t have a lot of time to speculate.

  “I have to go to California tomorrow. I won’t be there when you leave,” he said before he led me into the restaurant. It was good that he was behind be so he couldn’t see the wrought look of disappointment. And by the time the hostess had seated us, a small smile was fixed on my face.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, his finger stroking the sides of my hands, his voice low enough.

  I nodded. “It was fun.”

  “What are your plans for the rest of the week?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t have anything planned. I might go back to work.”

  “Really? I thought you were given three weeks?”

  “I was but I feel better now.”

  “Do you? Things will be different without distractions.”

  I knew that and I started to point it out but didn’t.

  “He’ll approach you again.”r />
  “Jason?”

  He nodded. “Now you’re just the thrill of the hunt. He’ll want you again, if only to know he can.”

  “I don’t want him.” And I didn’t. I had to admit it, even if I wouldn’t to Aiden, I wanted him. Or did I? This was just the superficial part of being with him: hot sex, nice dinners, fun places, and superficial conversations. I didn’t know anything about this man and what I did was just simple speculations. I was just a fuck toy, seven days of pleasure, a way to spend his time until he found another woman of interest.

  “Will I see you at Biscot?’

  He chuckled. “What do you think is happening here. Do you seriously think I skulked around there hoping for an opportunity to screw you only to never return?”

  It sounded a little silly when he said it. And I laughed. Not because what he said was funny but because I did think of some variations of it.

  “When will you return from California?”

  “I’ll be there just a day.” He studied me for a moment, opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He was silent for a long stretch of time, taking several long draws from his drink. “Ella, I enjoyed my time with you. But that is all I can give you.”

  I nodded. “I know. I didn’t want anything more.” I thought it was the truth. It was sort of the truth and I said it convincing enough that for a moment, I believed it. I had to believe it. I needed time. I couldn’t go from one relationship into another, but it wasn’t as though I had that option anyway.

  That night I lay on my stomach, consumed by darkness as he slipped the silk tie over my eyes. Languid fingers ran down my back, followed by warm kisses. By the time he’d reached the small of my back, my fingers clawed into the pillows. Each time I tried to turn around—filled with the need to touch him, kiss him, feel hardness of his muscles against mine, to run my fingers over the fine delineation of the muscles the ran over his stomach and fill him—all of him he’d tsk me, and a hard smack on my naked ass only made me crave him more. He separated my legs, light touches ran along my thighs until he was near my intimate area. Wet and inviting his fingers slid inside me, teasing me. Slowly taking me to a place of pleasure only to keep me waiting for more.