by Jenny Lynn
“I want you too,” she said.
I kissed her again, softer this time, then trailed my lips over her neck towards her ear.
“Leave with me, now,” I whispered. Her body stiffened, then she nodded.
I took her by the hand and led her down the stairs, back through the gallery and out the doors. Cameras snapped as we walked down towards a row of cars and I spotted my driver down the row. I walked fast, Corinne held onto the hem of her dress and kept the pace until we reached the door and I yanked it open for her to slide inside. I climbed in beside her and barked at the driver to bring me home. As we pulled into traffic I spun in my seat and reached around Corinne’s waist, pulling her towards me.
I kissed her as if I had been starved of affection my entire life. I stroked along her back, cupping her ass through the thin silk fabric and moaned as she gently bit my lower lip then ran her hands over my chest. She was pressed against me and I cursed the fabric between our bodies, wanting to feel her skin against my skin. Wanting to see her naked and stretched out in front of me. The car slowed and I broke the kiss to open the door, holding her hand as we rushed through the lobby towards the elevators.
Once inside I swiped for my penthouse then shoved her hard against the wall, trapping her between my arms as I kissed her again, moving from her lips to her neck. She turned her head giving me better access and I trailed my tongue over her collarbone, nipping at the soft skin. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, leave nothing undiscovered. Leave no part of her neglected.
The doors opened and I pulled her into the foyer, kicking off my shoes.
“You remember where the bedroom is?” I asked her. She nodded, slowly. She was flushed and trembling, with nerves or anticipation I couldn’t tell.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, following her as she walked backwards towards the bedroom, her eyes not leaving mine. “I’ve never wanted someone this bad. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop Corinne. But we don’t have to do anything if you’re not sure.”
Her back found my bedroom door and she stopped with a thud, pinned against the solid wood.
“I want this,” she said, her voice breathy. “I’ve never felt this before. You make my legs weak.”
“Then why are we standing,” I growled.
I reached for her and scooped her into my arms, claiming her mouth again then shoving the door open. I strode into the room and threw her down onto the bed. She was breathing hard, looking up at me. I yanked at my tie, loosening it as I grinned at her.
“Make yourself comfortable Corinne, this is going to take all night.”
Chapter Fourteen
Corinne
I had been with men before. Not a lot, but I had some experience. So why did this feel so different, why did Archer make me feel like I had never been touched by a man before? Why did the way he looked at me make me squirm against his sheets? All of this felt exciting and new, and when he told me bluntly this was going to happen I couldn’t deny the attraction between us. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted him.
I watched as he pulled his tie loose then dropped it, starting to unbutton his shirt. I was greedy for the sight of him, admiring the view of his chiseled chest when he let his shirt fall open then pulled it from his body. Archer was perfectly sculpted, his skin smooth and tight over muscles. Muscles that hinted just how powerful his body was, just how much stamina he had. He told me this was going to take all night and I had no reason to doubt just how capable he was.
His eyes burned into mine as he pulled his belt free and unzipped his pants, shoving them down. My eyes widened when I saw the hard outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. He was long and thick, laying heavily against his leg under the black fabric. I gasped and he chuckled, coming towards me as he read my mind.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready first,” he promised.
As he kissed me, he pushed me against the mattress and lifted my hands above my head.
“Stay like this,” he commanded.
I blinked, caught off guard by his instructions. He started to kiss my neck, trailing down and slowly sliding down the zipper of my dress.
I couldn’t resist. I reached for him and skimmed my fingertips over the muscles of his shoulders then digging into his firm back. He raised his head and arched an eyebrow at me.
“Did you not hear me, or are you willfully ignoring me Corinne?”
I smiled. “Wilfully ignoring you.”
“Fine. You want to be like that?”
Archer was grinning as he reached for something on the floor, then gripped my wrists and held them above my head again. He took his tie and quickly looped the fabric around my wrists, tying my hands together then securing the end to his wrought iron headboard. He looked down at me with a triumphant look in his eyes.
“Go ahead, try to get out of that,” he challenged as he returned to my neck and sucked on my skin. I twisted my arms and struggled but it was no use, he had tied me tight.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, heat spreading through my body and between my legs. Archer ran a finger over my lips, softly.
“Everything I’ve wanted to do to you since the first time I saw you,” he said.
He slid my zipper the rest of the way down then moved the straps off my shoulders, slowly pulling the fabric down my body. He took his time, slowly revealing inch after inch of my skin. I thought he would have yanked the dress from me in one swift motion but he surprised me with his restraint. I, on the other hand, was eager and needy for him. I squirmed wanting the dress off, wanting to be naked and pressed against him. I wanted him to pull my legs apart and shove deep inside me, making me feel full of him.
“So eager,” he chuckled, running a thumb over my nipple through the silk. “What’s the rush? I’m going to savor this.”
“Please,” my voice was thin and desperate. He stroked my nipples through the fabric, rolling me between his fingers as I beaded for him. I struggled against my restraints, wanting to pull my dress down but trapped in his expert knots.
Slowly, so slow I thought I would lose my mind, Archer peeled my dress down to my stomach until my breasts were exposed. He looked down at me, frozen, taking in my body with a hungry look in his eyes.
Archer kissed me, rough, then nibbled his way down my neck. When he took a nipple between his teeth I groaned and arched my back, moving my body up into him, while he flicked his tongue over my sensitive peak. I groaned with pleasure as he worked me with his mouth and hands, taking his time, driving me dizzy with desire. I was soaking wet and aching between my legs and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. At the pace he was moving I thought I might come before he got me out of my underwear.
“Archer, I want you,” I gasped.
“Oh?” he asked, feigning ignorance. “I thought you hated me?”
“I’m starting to,” I teased.
“Mmm hmm?” he asked, licking my nipple then blowing on the wet skin, causing goosebumps to ripple over me. “There’s nothing like a good hate fuck.”
I moaned as he slowly pulled my dress lower, inch by inch, over my hips towards my legs. I started to wiggle then kick, shoving the fabric down then kicking it away from my body. Archer smiled, trailing his fingers over my body.
“So impatient,” he said, clearly amused at my desperation.
He trailed a finger over my stomach, teasing the hem of my lace underwear, then sliding between my legs before locking eyes with me.
“You’re soaking,” he groaned.
I squirmed beneath him. “Untie me,” I begged. He shook his head.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
He held onto my legs and spread them apart, trailing kisses over my underwear making my skin burn beneath the lace. I had never hated a piece of fabric as badly as I wanted the flimsy thing to be torn from my body.
“Archer,” I gasped as his tongue stroked along my slit through the wet fabric, making me delirious with need.
In response he nu
dged the fabric aside and sank a finger into me, deep, I gasped then moaned. I wanted more, I wanted to be so full of him I could focus on nothing else, wiping every thought from my mind and replacing them with sensation.
Slow, always slow, Archer slid his finger in and out of me effortlessly while I writhed beneath his touch and bit my lip so hard I was scared I would draw blood. When he added a second finger I gasped calling out his name again.
“I told you I was going to make you scream my name,” he said.
“Please, I need you. I want to feel you.”
He moaned. “You’re so wet for me. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Then don’t,” I pleaded.
Archer leaned over and pulled open a drawer, taking out a condom and rolling it onto himself as he shed his boxers. He was frighteningly thick, long and rock hard, but I wanted him. I wanted all of him, now.
Pulling my underwear down roughly I heard the fabric rip as he tossed them to the floor and positioned between my legs. I struggled against the silk tie, trying to break free. I wanted to reach for him, to feel his skin. I gasped as he positioned against my opening then shoved in. I felt my body stretched to accommodate him, he took his time, going slow, not wanting to hurt me. It felt just on the right side of too much, but I knew I could handle it. I wanted him so badly, to feel him inside me. When he was buried up to the base he pressed his face beside my neck.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned.
He pulled out, then sank into me again and I groaned with pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body had been awakened by him and there was pressure building inside me that I needed released.
As he plunged into me, again and again, Archer started to pick up the pace. I lifted my hips, driving him deeper, wanting him faster. I was rocking against him and panting as he found my clit with his finger and started to stroke me. I was twisting against the bed, my hands trapped.
“I want to touch you,” I asked. He continued to thrust into me as he looked at my hands, contemplating my request. Then he tugged on the knot and it came free. My hands immediately flew to his chest, running over his muscles, then gripped onto his powerful shoulders as he drove into me again and again.
I wrapped my legs around his hips then shouted out as the new angle gave him deeper access to me. He was hitting something deep inside me, something I had never felt before, as he continued to stroke my clit.
“Archer!” I gasped.
“That’s right, come for me,” he moaned, ramming me harder now. I tossed my head back as all the air left my lungs in a rush. I tumbled over the edge, my body lost in pleasure as I gave up control. Everything in me clenched and released rhythmically as I came, harder than I ever had before, surprising me with the sheer force that tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
I was trembling against the bed, completely spent, as Archer continued to shove deep inside me, faster now, chasing his own climax. He gripped my thighs, hard, then groaned a harsh sound as he came hard against me. He moved his hips a final few times, then dropped beside me. I lay my head on his chest, his heart’s hammering beat matching my own. Archer stroked my hair, breathing hard.
“Catch your breath,” he told me. “Because as soon as I catch mine, we’re doing that again and again, until we can’t walk.”
Chapter Fifteen
Archer
I opened my eyes, relieved to see that she was still here in my arms. I think I passed out after the third time, or was it the fourth? I felt deeply satisfied, but there was something more. I liked that she was still here. I didn’t want her to go anywhere. This was new for me, and I didn’t hate it.
I slowly slid my arm from under her, trying carefully not to wake her. She should sleep, but after all the energy I spent last night I needed to eat something and do a bit of a workout. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and slipped from the room heading down the hall to the kitchen. She’d probably be hungry when she woke up too, I could make her breakfast. Christ, look at me. One night and I was already pussy whipped.
I grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and put on headphones as I went to the spare room I used as a gym. Standing on the treadmill I started at a jog, then after a warm-up switched over to a full run. It felt good to move, the adrenaline helped wake my body up. I always liked a jog to get me going in the morning. After a half hour I lifted weights for a few reps, then called it for the day. I toweled the sweat from my body as I made my way back to the kitchen.
I started coffee as I scrambled a few eggs with paprika and fresh parsley, then made toast with butter. I put everything on a tray then carried it to my bedroom. When I opened the door Corinne blinked awake, stretching under the sheet clinging to her gorgeous form.
“Mmmm, do I smell coffee?” she asked.
I put the tray down on the bed, kissing her forehead.
“I made you breakfast.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You did?”
I grinned. “Just because I don’t normally date, it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to treat a woman. Eat up, I’m going to hit the shower.”
“Want some company?” she asked as she sank her teeth into a piece of toast. God damn, this girl had stamina. I was impressed.
“Tempting, but you relax. Have your breakfast.”
She propped herself up and sipped at the coffee while I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. As I stripped from my pants and let the water rinse over my skin I felt amazing and refreshed. As much as I had resisted, this felt good. This felt right. I spent the night with a woman, I woke up with her in my arms, and I still wanted more. It hit me. This was a choice I was making, a choice to be a better man than my father. A better man than I had been in the past, and I wanted to do it for her.
I should tell Scott what was happening. Hell, he’d probably be fucking pleased with himself for playing matchmaker. Then we could stop treating this as a publicity tactic and just let it be real. I could take her on real dates, hold her hand, and I already knew our sex life was going to be dynamite. Corinne was wild in bed, as insatiable for me as I was for her. I had finally met my match.
After soaping up my body and rinsing, I shut off the water and got a towel. Wrapping it around my waist I headed for the bedroom where Corinne was finishing her coffee, her plate picked clean. I guess she liked my cooking. I opened my wardrobe and grabbed new boxers, socks, a black t-shirt and dark jeans. I was aware of her watching me as I got dressed.
“I was thinking we could spend the day together,” I told her as I pulled my shirt over my head. “I’m working on some new material, I’d love to hear what you think of it.”
“I’d love to, but I need to get home and get ready. I have a meeting with Scott this afternoon.”
I went over to her, kissed her and tasted coffee on her lips.
“Tonight then. Can I see you tonight?”
“I haven’t been home in ages, my roommate is going to think I’ve abandoned her.”
“I’d like to meet your friends. Invite me over.”
The color disappeared from her face. “My place isn’t like this Archer, it’s small and-”
I pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her from rambling.
“It’s your space, and I’d love to see it. I’d love to get to know the people who are important to you. I’ll bring wine.”
She sighed, giving in. “Okay. Come by for seven, I’ll make dinner.”
Corinne slid from my bed, holding the sheet as she searched for her dress and picked it up. She found her shredded underwear and shook her head as she lifted them up. I grinned as she dropped them then slipped into her dress.
“I had fun last night,” she told me as she approached me, running her hands over my chest. I held her against me, not wanting her to go.
“I had fun too,” I kissed her, softly, and felt my desire for her awakening all over again as I trailed my hands over her exposed arms. “You better get out of here before I drag you back into my bed.”
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sp; She giggled, a soft and light sound. “I can’t show up to my meeting with Scott like this. I’ll see you tonight.” She kissed me again then picked up her bag and I followed her towards the elevators. Before she got in I grabbed her and kissed her again, addicted to the sensation of her soft lips against mine.
When the doors opened she reluctantly stepped back and waved shyly before the doors closed. I was grinning like a madman, I felt more excited and alive than I had in a long time. Usually I just forgot about a woman after I screwed her, like scratching an itch, using her then looking for the next conquest as soon as the need built in me again. Corinne was different, I had her but I wanted more. I wanted her again and again. I was addicted to her smile, to her laugh, to the throaty way she said my name when I made her come.
I headed into my studio room and turned on my equipment, picking up a guitar and plucking at the strings. I needed to work on new material, and I think I had just found my muse. I felt creative energy flowing through me, like a powerful drug, as I toyed with chords and jotted down possible lyrics. I was losing myself in sound, shut away from the world, when my phone rang. I glanced at the display and sighed. It was my dad.
“Hi Blake.” Talking to him stole the good mood from me, the light feeling in my heart, replacing it with something colder.
“Archer,” he said back just as mechanically. “I’ll get right to the point. My secretary showed me a photo, apparently you have a girlfriend?”
“I’m seeing someone,” I admitted. “Her name is Corinne. She’s a musician too.”
He laughed. “Ah, got it.”
My skin prickled. “What?”
“You know I’m looking out for you Archer. Don’t be stupid. What did I always tell you, when you meet a woman you need to figure out what they are trying to get from you. Money. A promotion. In this case, it seems like she’s after publicity.”
“Corinne isn’t like that,” I told him.
I was starting to pace, trying not to let his words get to me and failing miserably. He did have a point. Corinne only agreed to pretend to date me because our label was launching her career, but it was different now. Something had changed between us.
