by Hope Ford
He leans back in the couch cushions, pulling me toward him until I’m straddling him. His hands slide up my outer thighs across my belly and then down to my very wet, very sensitive core. “You’re so wet, baby.”
I push my pelvis into his hand, too lost in his touch to worry about my dripping cunt and whether I should be embarrassed or not. When his thumb flicks over my swollen nub, my hips jerk. “Right there,” I moan and he doesn’t disappoint. He’s rubbing me with the perfect amount of pressure and my hips are jerking uncontrollably.
“More, I need more.” I grunt at him and he slides the condom on and lines his cock up at my opening. I slide down his long, wide length. When I’m fully seated on him, an intense feeling overcomes me and I take a deep breath to calm myself. I dip my hips and circle them around, all while moving up and down on his hard shaft. His fingers find my clit again and he rolls it between his fingers. The feelings are intense and I start working my hips even harder. He’s grunting under me and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other fills the room.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I beg him right before my whole body tightens up and I see stars as we both grunt and moan as we come at the exact same time.
Trying to catch my breath, I lean forward and he curls his arms around me.
Brent
What the fuck was that? I think. In all my adult years, I’ve never experienced anything as earth shattering as what I just did with Abby. I feel blindsided because I didn’t see that coming and I definitely wasn’t prepared for it.
Holding her in my arms, I stroke up and down her back. I feel my cock jerk against her. Man, I just left her and I’m already wanting back in.
We clean up and I can tell she’s nervous. She pulls a shirt on to cover her body, and I pull my shorts back on.
“So, uh, I guess you’re leaving?” she asks me hesitantly.
“No way I’m leaving, baby. I’m thinking I can fix us something to eat, then we’re going to do that again,” I tell her and stalk off toward the kitchen area.
“We are?” she asks with hope in her voice. But she then cocks her hip out and asks me saucily, “What if I don’t want to do that again?”
I smirk at her. “Honey, after what we just shared, once is not going to be enough.”
After fixing omelets and toast, we eat with her sitting in my lap. By the time we’re done, she’s twitching her ass along my dick and I’m fully erect again.
“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask her.
She nods her head at me.
I pick her up and hold her tightly against me, kissing her nose. “Okay, baby, round two. Where’s your room? I want to have you in a bed this time.”
5
Abby
I wake the next morning and stretch lazily. My body is sore in places I’ve never been sore before, but it feels good. We had sex so many times last night, it’s like I can still feel him inside me. We ran out of condoms, but after a long talk and finding out we are both clean and that I’m on the pill, we were able to go another round. I roll over, hoping to catch him still asleep. But instead of a warm hard body, my arm meets a cold sheet and pillow. I shake off the disappointment and grab the note on the pillow.
Abby, I hated leaving you this morning. I hope you keep my side of the bed warm. I’ll be back soon. Have dinner with me tonight. Brent
I snort. Lie in bed all day… I wish. I guess I didn’t mention to him that I’m a construction worker. If he’s as controlling as I think he is, I’m not looking forward to that conversation.
I move slowly off the bed and head to the shower.
On my way to work, Jackson, my brother and my boss, asks me to stop downtown and pick up the new plans for our next project. I pull into the new offices for Wilder Hotels. Our next project is a new luxury hotel. I guess it’s a pretty big deal. Half the town has been talking about all the new jobs and the boost to the economy.
I walk into the lobby and the receptionist eyes me distastefully. I guess if I had known that I would be coming in here, I would have probably dressed differently. But whatever, this is how I dress for work. My hair’s in a high ponytail. I have jeans on with my steel toed boots and a vest over my long sleeved shirt. Heck, I didn’t even apply makeup this morning. Only some sunscreen and cherry chapstick.
I put on a fake smile. “Hi. I’m with Tate Construction. Mr. Wilder was going to leave plans for the new hotel here for me.”
She stares at me for a minute and then presses a button and speaks into the phone. “Mr. Wilder, uh, Tate Construction is here for the hotel plans… yeah, sure.”
She hangs up and slowly gets up from her seat. “Follow me. Maybe wipe your boots if you don’t mind.”
I shake my head at her. Really? This one has all kinds of personality. I look down at my boots and they’re clean. I normally would give her a piece of my mind, but I keep my mouth shut and follow her to an office. She opens the door and ushers me in.
My heart slams into my chest. Because the bare-chested boxer from last night, the man that made my body do things it’s never done before, the one that brought me to five orgasms in one night, is standing before me. Well, it’s him, but it’s not the man I know. This man has his hair slicked back. A white button-down shirt on under a suit jacket and black pants with black shiny shoes.
My hands clutch at the bottom of my vest. I’m totally out of my element here.
He lays the papers in his hands on his desk and walks over to me. His eyes greedily look me up and down. “Abby. What are you doing here? I mean, it’s great to see you.” He looks over my head and dismisses his secretary. “That will be all, Janice.”
“Uh, do you work here? I mean… duh, of course you work here. What is your last name, Brent?” I stutter.
His face tenses up and his forehead wrinkles. “Wilder. My last name is Wilder.”
“You mean to tell me that you’re the owner of Wilder Properties? You…own… all of this. You’re our new client?”
“Client?” he asks me, ignoring my first question.
My hands go to my hips. “Yes. Client. I’m with Tate Construction.”
The surprise on his face is almost comical. However, I can’t bring myself to laugh. “Jackson is going to kill me.”
“What does Jackson have to do with this?” he asks me before bending down and kissing me, pulling me tightly against him.
I struggle out of his arms. “I slept with you last night. A client… a very important client to let him tell it.” My breath starts coming in quicker. Last night was perfect, but obviously that’s all it will be. I had no idea that he was THE Brent Wilder. If there’s ever two people from more different worlds it’s the two of us.
I slap my forehead with my palm. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”
He grabs my hand and kisses it. “It never came up. You never told me you worked construction, which you know we’re going to talk about, right?”
“There’s nothing to talk about. Where are the plans at? I need to get to work.” I tug my hand and step back away from him.
He loosens his tie and pulls off his jacket. “Why are you making this into such a big deal?”
With panic in my voice, I ask him, “Why are you undressing?”
He shrugs. “Honestly? Because you’re looking at me like you don’t know me. I’m just wanting to remind you that you know exactly who I am. If I did my job right, you can still feel me between your sweet thighs.”
My lower belly tightens at his words, but I’m determined not to be swayed. I watch him roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt and when he bares his forearms, memories from last night flash before my mind.
“I have to get to work, Brent,” I tell him, but I can feel myself weakening.
“Oh, I’ll let you get to work. But I’m going to make sure you get there with the smell of me covering your skin.”
He pulls my vest down my arms and then my shirt up over my head. Before I can even react, he has my breast free and he is alr
eady latched onto my nipple before my bra even hits the floor. The moan that leaves my mouth vibrates off the walls. He’s tugging down my pants and underwear in one fast swoop. He picks me up and then stands me back on my feet facing his desk, pushing me face down on it. My naked butt is up in the air and his hands caress my back, sliding down until he’s palming each cheek and massaging me.
I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go since my pants are down around my ankles. I’m on the balls of my feet, almost begging him for mercy. “Please, Brent. Please.”
His voice is low and husky. “What do you need, Abby? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
My head lies against the cool surface of his desk and I’m going crazy with need. “You,” I mutter.
“Tell me. I can’t hear you,” he says as I hear the zipper on his pants open and his pants drop around his ankles.
I look over my shoulder and see the desire in his hooded eyes. Without blinking, I tell him, “You. I need you.”
His fingers stroke through my wet slit and I feel the moisture on my thighs. He lines up at my center and pushes slowly into me. I forget to breathe because it feels so damn good. When he’s fully seated inside me, he waits for a second before pulling out again. His slow thrusts are driving me mad. I put my hands on the desk for leverage and push against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“This one’s for me, Abby. I’m going to nut inside you so that my cum is dripping out of you all day. I’m marking you. Making sure everyone knows that you’re taken… that you’re mine.” His words cause my whole body to tremble and I can’t stop it. The pressure builds and his controlling words put me over the edge, making me come so hard that my whole body flexes. He groans into me, shooting his hot warm seed deep inside me.
Brent
I help her clean up and we get dressed, while her phone rings on the floor. I stoop to pick it up, see that it’s her brother Jackson and hand it to her.
She answers, “Yeah, Jackson, I’m on my way. I had to wait for Mr. Wilder to give me the plans.” Her eyes are on me as she talks to him and I don’t try to stop myself from gathering her in my arms. When she hangs up, she backs away from me.
“I have to get to work.” And she starts walking toward the door.
I grab her by the hand. “Do you want to take the plans with you?” I smirk at her.
She shakes her head, obviously embarrassed, and holds her hand out to me.
I hold the plans in my hand, out of her reach. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
She scrunches her nose up and won’t meet my eyes. “Brent, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I force myself to take a deep breath so the anger doesn’t show in my voice. “Why not? You can fuck me but can’t let me take you out to dinner? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“We’re… just, I don’t know, okay, we’re too different. Look at us.” She points between the two of us.
I look down her body and even with her manly boots, jeans and jacket on, I’m still turned on. I don’t think she realizes exactly what we have here.
She puts her hand back up on that hip and I believe that’s my new favorite pose for her. I love it when she gets determined. Except for maybe when she’s trying to disagree with me. “Brent, please give me the plans. I have to get to work.”
“I’ll give you the plans if you promise to have dinner with me tonight. That’s it. Dinner,” I tell her firmly and hold my breath.
“Fine.” She holds her hand out and I drop the rolled-up papers into her hands.
I step forward and drop a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll pick you up at six.”
She merely nods her head and walks out the door.
6
Abby
I pick up food for dinner. Yep, I’m a chicken, and I don’t like the way this feels. I’m usually in control and confident. With Brent, I don’t feel that way. So instead of going out to some four-course restaurant, I’m feeding him at home and then giving him the boot.
Just thinking about ending it with him has my heart beating double time and causes me to gasp for air.
When he gets here, still dressed in his suit from work, I let him in and tell him that we are having dinner in. He doesn’t argue and honestly seems pleased to have me to himself. He slides my chair around until I’m practically sitting on top of him.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you spaghetti with meatballs. I hope that’s okay.” I put his plate down in front of him.
“Perfect,” he replies.
As we dig in, we talk about our day at work. He tells me about the new hotel and I can hear the excitement in his voice.
I tell him about work and how Jackson and Megan have already had a falling out. We talk about the party last night and all my crazy family. It hits me then that I’ve know this man less than twenty-four hours and I already feel closer to him than I have most anyone else.
“So I need to get to bed early tonight. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I tell him as I start rinsing our plates and putting them in the dishwasher. He cleans up the table and then comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
“How come I have the feeling if I go home to shower and change clothes, you won’t let me back in?” he asks me before kissing the top of my head.
I allow myself to lie back in his arms momentarily, enjoying the feel of being in his arms. I want to tell him—hell, I want to beg him to stay, but I know this won’t last and I’ll just get hurt in the end.
“It’s probably best if I don’t,” I tell him honestly.
His arms and body tighten against me. “Why, Abby? Explain it to me.”
I turn in his arms, but I can’t make myself back away. “We’re, I don’t know, just too different.”
He smiles at me before kissing me. His kiss goes on and on, making my toes curl. When he pulls away, he leans his head against mine. “Abby, I’ve had women that wanted to be with me because of how much money I have. But you DON’T want to be with me for the same reason.”
I laugh when he puts it that way.
“You can laugh if you want, but it’s true. And I’m not letting you throw this away. Just give us a chance. We’ll take it as slow as you want.”
I look into his eyes and see the sincerity there. He’s right. I feel it too; I know we have something special. And as long as it’s here, just the two of us, we’ll be fine. I merely nod my head at him, and he puts his hands on each side of my face. “So, if I go across the hall for ten minutes, you going to let me back in?”
“Yes,” I say before I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him again.
Brent
After spending another night in her bed and then waking up next to her, I know that this is how I want to spend the rest of my life. Yeah, it’s fast. But I’ve fallen, and I’ve fallen hard. The next day, I stop by her jobsite. After meeting Jackson and talking business a little bit, I then find her and make sure I claim her for everyone there to see. I latch my lips to hers and don’t come up for breath until we’re both gasping. The guys hoot and holler, but after I give them a death glare and Jackson orders them back to work, the commotion dies down.
“I know what you’re doing.” She smiles up at me.
My chest bows out proudly. “What? I had to stake my claim. I can’t have any of these men thinking they can come and take my woman from me.”
“Really. You worried about him?” she asks and points over to the corner, where a man is bent over working and half his butt crack is hanging out of his jeans.
We both laugh quietly, but then I look at her sincerely. “Even him, Abby. I don’t like to think about you working with all these men. You’re mine, honey. The sooner you realize it, the better I will feel about everything.”
She rolls her eyes. “Brent…”
I lift my shoulders up in a shrug. “I know, I know…. We’re taking it slow.”
The next two weeks pass by quickly, and they are perfect. Abby is everything I wa
nt and more. She’s smart, beautiful, determined, kind… she’s the whole package. But there’s something holding her back. We’ve had a great time every night just hanging out, watching movies, and eating dinner.
But ever since I asked her to attend a fundraising gala with me, she has been pulling back.
The night of the event rolls around and I know that she is tense. That beautiful smile she has is missing.
“Why don’t you just go without me?” she asks me for the umpteenth time.
“I’m not going without you. I want to have you with me… by my side… where you belong,” I tell her as I clasp the necklace around her neck. She is absolutely breathtaking.
She has gotten used to wearing my white button-down shirts in the evenings and I can’t decide if I like her better in that or this red dress with the plunging neckline. She’s stunning no matter what.
“This is a mistake, Brent. Just let me stay home,” she begs.
I stroke my hands down her body and grab on to her hips. “We haven’t gone out in these last two weeks together. And don’t get me wrong, I love having you to myself. But I want to take you out on a date, Abby.”
Reluctantly, she agrees and before she can change her mind, I lead her to the town car waiting outside.
“You look beautiful, Abby,” I tell her honestly.
She smiles at me, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you.”
7
Abby
I knew this was a bad idea. And I was right when I see all the mean girls from my high school days walking around in their fancy dresses. He doesn’t realize that I’m not really one of the popular girls and I don’t run in his circle. I hold my breath and will the night to be over, because he’s going to find out soon enough.
