She was going to make him explode just by her words. She felt good, too. Amazing. So tight, so wet, her pussy contracting around his throbbing cock. He shifted his hips, thrusting himself deeper and she moaned, rotating her head to the side. She was beautiful—and all his.
"You're going to make me come,” he said through clenched teeth, his hips thrusting. “And we just started."
Sommer's eyes opened and she smiled at him, the sight of it nearly taking his breath away. “We have all night. So I'm not worried.” She bent over him, her face hovering above his and he sucked on the pink nipple that waved in his face. She gasped in ecstasy. “I like it when you come, Teddy. I like to hear you yell my name."
Ah, he was in serious trouble. He watched her as she moved up and down his shaft, watched as she threw her head back to release a low groan from deep within her. He matched her thrust for thrust but he also felt lazy, enjoying the view he had before him. Her full breasts shook with each movement, her pretty pink nipples in tight peaks. Her hair was a tumbling dark brown mass around her head, and the delicious sight of her pussy lips sliding up and down on his cock—it was too much to take. He grasped her hips, pumping inside her once, twice, three times until he stopped, clenched tight as his orgasm overtook him.
She came too, he realized as her pussy contracted around him, the shivers trembling deep inside her body as she cried out, calling his name on a long sigh. He pushed himself into a sitting position, kept himself inside of her and cradled her in his arms, holding her tight in his lap, his dick still throbbing deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his head with her legs curled around his waist, and pressed his face to her breasts. They held each other like that, in silence. Only the sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, their hearts crashing against their chests in the same frantic rhythm, their bodies sticking together from the sheen of sweat that coated them.
"Sommer,” he whispered against her breasts, licking at the salty sweetness of her skin.
She was silent as she held him, pressing tiny kisses to his forehead, her lips lingering. Touching the deepest part of him. What had started out as a night of mindless fucking had turned into something far more emotional than he'd bargained for, and it had all happened so quickly. He wasn't quite sure what to do about it, or where to go next.
"Are you hungry?” Her lips moved against his forehead.
He nodded, for once losing his voice. Overwhelmed by the sudden wealth of emotion he possessed, he didn't know what to say.
"I'm sure our dinner reservation is long gone. Maybe we could order something in,” she suggested, her fingers stroking his hair. She wiggled her sweet ass in his lap.
Ted felt his cock grow hard again inside of her, and he moved so he could study her. She smiled down at him, looking every bit like a satisfied woman. Her hair was damp with sweat and curled around her temples, and her eyes glowed with satisfaction, all because of him. The power of that realization shook him deeply.
"I'm sort of domestically challenged, so I really have nothing to eat here, besides milk, fruit, and cookies.” Her smile grew, but her brow furrowed when he didn't answer her. She placed a slim hand on his cheek. “Are you all right?"
He had to shake himself from the trance she'd woven around him. Ted nodded and pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to her lips. She didn't pull away; her entire body seemed to sway toward him and her tongue darted out to trace his lips. “I'm fine,” he said, just before he wrapped his tongue around hers.
They couldn't stop touching and kissing each other. His hands smoothed up her back, his mouth sliding down to rain kisses across her chest. She clutched him to her, pressing his face into her tantalizing cleavage. He couldn't stop this if he tried, he realized. He wanted her again. Already.
"Let's order something to eat later,” she murmured, thrusting her hips slowly.
"Great suggestion,” he said on a moan. “I need a new condom."
Chapter Six
Sommer stared unseeingly at her computer monitor and let a long sigh escape. Then she glanced at the clock in the lower right corner of the screen for the eighty-millionth time, and realized that only three minutes had passed since the last time she'd checked it.
She propped her elbows on the desk and rested her forehead in her hands, closed her eyes and tried to block out thoughts of Ted. Teddy. Theodore ... what? Hell, she had no idea. Three days of terrifically hot sex and she was half in love with a man whose last name she didn't even know. How embarrassing was that?
He had stayed with her all night long on Friday night, and had stayed true to his promise. He never once fell asleep. She he never did either—meaning she had the most sex she'd ever had in her life. Equaling the most orgasms she'd ever experienced in one night. He'd left her at sunrise, looking adorably rumpled and completely satisfied and she realized she didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay, so she could fix him breakfast and maybe they could shower together before they collapsed in her bed and slept all day long.
But no. She chickened out and let him go, watching the street long after he pulled away in his car. Then she'd sagged back into her house, made herself a lonely breakfast of coffee, toast, and orange slices before jumping in the shower to wash her tender body. And tender it had been, deliciously beat up after a long night of intense lovemaking. Hot sex that had suddenly turned to what she could only describe as lovemaking early in the night. For whatever reason, one she still couldn't quite figure out, his touch had turned gentle and his kisses sweet, the expression on his face unreadable. All dirty talk had disappeared. The word fuck had dropped from his vocabulary, and she'd been blindsided. Even though it made her nervous, she had also enjoyed it immensely.
After sleeping away the entire day, she'd been awakened by a soft knock on her door, and had found a very sexy man—Ted—standing on her doorstep with a pizza box in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. The wine they opened up right away, drinking it from each other's bodies until they couldn't take it anymore and had hot, frenzied sex on the kitchen counter. The pizza, well—lucky for them, they didn't mind cold pizza.
They had enjoyed another crazy night of outrageous sex, and then he'd left in the early morning, telling her he wouldn't be able to call or see her for a couple of days. A fact which had filled her with disappointment. But at least he'd been honest, telling her up front that he couldn't see her. And he told her he definitely wanted to see her again when he was available.
"What is wrong with you?” Noura strode into the office, her expression full of concern as she sat down across from Sommer. “I've watched you stare at that monitor for the last five minutes and you haven't moved. Are you all right?"
Sommer looked at her friend. “No, I'm not. I think I'm in love."
"Oh, honey, not with Mr. Orgasm Man.” Noura ticked in sympathy. “You can't be in love with him. He's just a fling. Nothing serious."
"I think I want it to be serious,” Sommer said. She really did. And she thought he wanted it to be serious, too.
"Sommer, you're projecting all of your pent up sexual frustration from the past on this man because he can make you come like no other. That's all it is. You just think you love him because of what he does to you. Or for you.” Noura paused with a smile on her face. “So tell me, did you two have hot passionate sex all weekend, or what?"
Sommer shook her head. “I don't want to talk about it."
Noura frowned. “What do you mean you don't want to talk about it? You always talk about it!"
"Not this time. Let's just say it was really wonderful, and leave it at that."
"What's going on with you? You're not being your normal self."
"I told you, I think I'm half in love with him. Seriously. And it's not all orgasms and hot sex. He's really nice, interesting, and sweet. Smart. We talked a lot this weekend, and well, I think he's perfect for me.” Sommer pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the goofy little smile she knew was on her face but having a hard time of it. “And I thi
nk I'm perfect for him."
"Well then, I guess you should tell him, if you feel that strongly about it,” Noura encouraged. “If he's as into you as you are him, I'm sure he'll be more than receptive."
A knock sounded on Sommer's door, and both women turned to see a giant floral arrangement seem to walk in by itself, although Sommer spotted Joanie's head hiding among the flowers.
"For a Miss Sommer Daniels,” Joanie said, setting the vase on Sommer's desk with a flourish. “Beautiful. Someone must really like you."
Noura shook her head and watched Sommer pluck the card from its tiny plastic holder. “I can only guess who they're from."
Sommer realized her hands were actually shaking as she tore open the envelope. ‘I miss you', the card read, and Sommer smiled. She missed him, too.
Which was ridiculous considering she barely knew him and he seemed interested in only having hot, outrageous sex with her. He probably just missed her ... oh goodness, she couldn't even think the word. Let alone say it aloud.
"I'll leave you alone so you can sit and savor the flowers from your mystery lover. Bye.” Noura walked out of her office, flashing a little wave.
Sommer had been distracted before the flowers and note came, and now it seemed her entire day was shot. She waited, hoping he would call and unsure of when he would be coming back, and finally she couldn't take it anymore. By 4:30 p.m., she picked up the phone and dialed his work number.
"Maxwell Technologies.” The receptionist said in her smooth voice.
"Is—Ted in?” Sommer gripped the receiver, her nerves fluttering in her stomach.
"You mean Mr. Maxwell? No, he won't be in until tomorrow morning. He's been away at a conference in San Francisco,” the receptionist answered, and Sommer heard her fingers flying over a keyboard. “Would you like to leave a message?"
Mr. Maxwell? Who was this woman talking about? “I'm not looking for Mr. Maxwell. I'm looking for Ted—Teddy."
Sommer swore she could hear a smile on the receptionist's face through the telephone lines. “Yes, Theodore Maxwell, the owner of the company. Otherwise known as Ted, or even Teddy. I can leave a message for him, ma'am, if you'd like him to contact you tomorrow."
"No, that's all right. Thank you.” Sommer slowly dropped the phone back into its slot, her mind going numb with shock. He was the owner of Maxwell Technologies, not some lowly IT service geek? Maxwell Tech had a small chain of businesses all over Southern California, meaning he had to be a mini mogul! And he'd never once mentioned it to her. He'd lied by omission. Hell, he'd straight lied to her face when he took her into that office and had sex with her on top of his desk. Not his boss’ desk.
She closed her eyes and dropped her forehead into her hands. What a fool. An idiot! He must have laughed about her to all his friends, telling them about the stupid chick that had no idea who he was, what he did, or what he owned. He'd had fun toying with a bimbo who'd do him at any possible opportunity. A silly woman who needed his help taking control of her orgasms. What did he think of her?
Well, he thought enough of her to send her a very beautiful, very expensive arrangement of flowers. Of course, the flowers could have been part of his plan to keep getting into her pants. A nice little secret fling that involved sex on various desks and in her apartment while he went about conquering the computer world. He'd certainly never invited her to his house. He had to live in a mansion! Though from what she'd seen, he didn't appear to be a show off. No, his clothes, while he looked good in anything, didn't appear to be overly expensive. His car, while nice, hadn't been a Mercedes or BMW. He drove a Nissan, for crying out loud! So why was he posing as someone he wasn't?
Sommer picked up the phone and dialed Noura's extension. “I'm having sex with the owner of the IT company,” she said when her friend answered.
Dead silence. Then Noura burst into laughter. “You're having sex with Teddy Maxwell? You've got to be kidding me!"
Jealously unfurled into a living, breathing being inside of Sommer's stomach. “How the hell do you know Teddy Maxwell?"
"I've met him a few times, here in the building. All the ladies gossip about him, how hot he is, but he never seems to have a girlfriend. He isn't even much of a flirt. Though he doesn't have to be. He can bring a woman to her knees with one look from those gorgeous eyes.” Noura squealed. “And he's the one you've been having sex with? Oh my gawd! He's dead sexy."
Yes, he was dead sexy. And he could definitely bring a mortal woman to her knees with those gorgeous eyes. Heaven knew he'd done it to her. But he was also a liar and a sneak. “He lied to me, Noura. He never told me he owned the damn company."
"Maybe he's got some hang up about women only wanting him for his money. I don't know. You have to admit you liked the fact that you were getting it on with a computer geek. Now that you know he's the CEO, doesn't that make it even more exciting?"
"No, it just proves he can't be trusted because he lies.” Sommer sighed. “I never want to see him again."
"You're being ridiculous. But I am the one who warned you about taking this too seriously, so maybe you should heed your own words. But if you get rid of those flowers, I want them! They have no significant meaning to me. I can stare at them all day and not even think about the jerk."
"I'm keeping the flowers, Noura. I may be dumping the man, but I am definitely keeping the flowers."
Chapter Seven
Ted felt keyed up, anxious, and full of anticipation. All over a woman.
He pulled up in front of Sommer's house and killed the engine. He sat in the car for at least two minutes in silence, staring at the steering wheel. He'd been stuck at a conference that until a week ago he'd been excited about, in one of his favorite cities in the entire world, and he'd been unable to think of anything else but her. The silken feel of her hair, the sound of her sweet voice, the touch of her hands—she'd come to him in his dreams and he woke up drenched with sweat and a raging hard on. He'd never felt like this before—ever. It scared the hell out of him.
But it didn't scare him enough to stop him from rushing right over to her house the minute his plane landed. It didn't stop him from sending her a bouquet of flowers to let her know just how much she'd invaded his thoughts. He'd never sent a woman flowers. Just never thought it necessary. Yet he had the feeling that if he could, he'd send Sommer flowers every day for the rest of her life.
Where had all these thoughts come from? Why did he feel so strongly for her? He didn't really know her, although they'd talked for hours the weekend before he left. The weekend he realized he wasn't just having sex with her, but was trying to express his emotions with his hands and mouth and everything else involved.
Fuck, he had it bad. Really bad. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was in love with Miss Sommer Daniels.
With a new resolve that came out of nowhere, he jumped out of his car and bounded up the sidewalk to her door, knocking lightly. It was past ten o'clock on a Wednesday evening; he wondered if she was asleep.
It took a few minutes but her door finally swung open, and he felt his cock strain against the fly of his jeans at the sight of her. Sleepy eyed and disheveled, with a thin cotton robe wrapped around her sweet little body, she looked beautiful. He wondered idly what she had on underneath the robe.
Ted felt the foolish smile spread across his face before he could stop it. He'd never been happier to see anyone. Not ever. “Miss Daniels."
"Theodore, what are doing here?” Her eyes cleared and he swore he saw something—anger?—flash in them.
"I came to see you. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.” He took a step toward her and she opened the door wider, but moved away from him.
"I wish you had called,” she murmured, standing halfway behind the door, almost using it as a shield.
"Sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He crossed the threshold and reached for her, but she shifted away, and his arms fell limply at his sides. “What's wrong?"
She looked away, her expression uncomfortabl
e and a little angry. Her head turned, her big brown eyes met his and he realized he was in trouble.
"You lied to me."
"Huh?” He had no idea what she was talking about.
Sommer sighed and shut the door with a loud slam. “You lied to me, Mr. Ted Maxwell, otherwise known as the owner of Maxwell Tech. You led me to believe you were just some regular IT guy coming to fix my computer."
Ah, shit. He had known this would come back to bite him in the ass. “I was just some IT guy coming to fix your computer, at least that day. One of my employees called in sick and we were swamped. I should've told you sooner. I'm sorry."
"Yes, you should've told me sooner. Do you know how foolish I felt when I called your work earlier today, asking for you? When I found out you own the place, the receptionist practically laughed at my confusion. I was mortified!"
Ted stepped toward her, but she danced away from him. “I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't want you to find out this way."
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me who you were. Were you ashamed of me or something, just wanting to keep our little fling on the down low so no one would have to know?"
That was the farthest thing from the truth. “Do you even know how good it felt for once to have a woman interested in me just for me, not because of my name or what I own?"
Her eyes met his and widened in confusion. “What are you talking about?"
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don't date anymore. I'm sick of the fact that every time I meet a woman, she only cares about how many stores I'm going to open or how much money I have in my bank account. It sucks. It really sucks. And then I met you, and you had no idea who I was, and our attraction for each other was undeniable. So I just—went for it."
She blushed, a faint pink tingeing her cheeks. “Well, now I feel really stupid. Do you think so little of me that you thought I would become just as money hungry as the rest of them once you revealed who you were?"
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