Falling For Her

by Mia Ford

  “Dad, please,” Brett whined.

  “You need to be quiet,” I said sharply. “Brett, if I can’t figure out who sent this, I’m sorry but you’ll have to return it.”

  “What?” Brett screeched loudly. “You’re kidding me! That’s not fair! It’s for me, look right there,” he said angrily, pointing to his name printed on the box.

  “That may be,” I said. “But I’m your father, and you need to obey me. And if we can’t determine that it’s safe, too bad. You’re not keeping it.”

  Brett looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

  “Brett, I’m sorry,” I said. “But this could be dangerous. This could be…oh, I don’t know. Rigged to explode or something.”

  Brett squinted at me. “You’re being crazy and paranoid,” he said coldly. “You can’t even let me have fun because you’re too worried about your stupid business all day.”

  “I’m only going to say this once,” I growled, grabbing the box and holding it in the air where Brett couldn’t reach. “You don’t ever insult me, or my business, ever again. Do you like having a nice life? You like living here, and having Isabelle around?”

  Brett gave me a sulky look.

  “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “It’s okay. I guess.”

  “If I didn’t have my company, we wouldn’t have any of this,” I said sharply. “And you wouldn’t have fifty thousand dollars in the bank, just waiting for the day you go to college.”

  Brett looked sour. “I just want to play,” he whined. His eyes lit up with hope. “Dad, if you…I dunno, inspect it, can you let me play? Just for a little bit?”

  “No,” I said sternly. “Go to your room and do your homework.”

  Brett glared at me. I could practically read his thoughts: “I hate you.”

  “I know you’re mad,” I continued calmly. “But this is for the best, Brett.”

  “Whatever,” Brett mumbled under his breath. He glared at me for a long pause, then turned on his heel and stomped up the stairs.

  Just then, Isabelle came out of the kitchen. She wiped her hands on her apron and cocked her head to the side.

  “Is everything okay, Mr. Thomas?”

  I nodded and heaved a sigh. “Yes,” I said. “But when you have a free moment, would you mind cleaning this up?” I gestured down to all of the packing peanuts. “When everything is back in the box, please tape it up, set the box in my office, and lock the door.”

  Isabelle frowned but she nodded. “Yes, Mr. Thomas,” she said. “Is that a present for Brett?”

  I shrugged. “I have no idea,” I said, struggling to stay calm. “It arrived with no return address.”

  Isabelle nodded. “I see,” she said. “Anything else, Mr. Thomas?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Please call my ex-wife and make sure she can take Brett over the weekend. I have reason to believe I’ll be entertaining.”

  Isabelle nodded again. “Would you like me to do anything? Prepare for your company?”

  “No, thank you,” I said. “That will be all, Isabelle.”

  Isabelle darted back into the kitchen and I sighed and closed my eyes. Right now, the thought of bringing June here and fucking her senseless was the only thing keeping me sane.

  I wondered how much other shit could possibly go wrong before I’d crack.

  Chapter Twelve

  June

  I was shocked when Thomas showed up at my apartment on Friday evening, unannounced. He looked gorgeous in a tailored suit – I could tell that he’d come directly from work.

  I could also tell that something was really bothering him. There seemed to be distance between us, distance that I couldn’t seem to reach. Thomas was acting both interested and cold…I wondered what was going on.

  “I’ve arranged for Brett to spend the weekend with his mother,” Thomas said. He raised an eyebrow at me. “How about you come home with me and spend the night? We’ll order takeout,” he added. “Whatever kind you like.”

  I flushed hotly. “Even cheap pizza?”

  “No cheap pizza,” Thomas said. He smiled, but there was no hint of warmth or affection in his eyes. “But I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

  I glanced down. “Should I…change?” I was still wearing the same jeans, blouse, and cardigan that I’d changed into when I’d come home from school. The event of the previous day had left me reeling, and my day had only been a success in that thankfully, I hadn’t seen Andy at all.

  Thomas chuckled. “No need,” he said. “I think you look perfect. After all, we’re not exactly going to do anything fancy, now are we?”

  I blushed. “I guess not,” I said softly.

  After leaving a note for Angela, I stuck my cell phone charger in my purse and followed Thomas outside. This time, there was no Porsche – only a shiny black Lincoln SUV parked by the curb.

  “Sometimes I don’t feel like driving,” Thomas said. He smirked. “So, I have a car service.”

  “Ah,” I said. I bit my lip as Thomas helped me into the luxe expanse of the backseat.

  The whole ride out of Brooklyn, Thomas was noticeably absent. He kept fiddling with his phone, fumbling all over the screen.

  “Thomas, what’s bothering you?” I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn’t chew me out for asking.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said dismissively. “Just a rough week at work. What about you?”

  I swallowed nervously. For a second, I almost told him what had happened with Andy in the alley…and the NYPD’s lackluster response. But I didn’t feel nearly as close to Thomas as I sometimes did. I figured I’d tell him later, after he’d relaxed.

  “Oh, not much,” I said. I forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

  It was dark by the time the Lincoln pulled up to Thomas’s building. I couldn’t help but gasp as he led me inside and we rode the elevator to the penthouse floor.

  “This is beautiful,” I said softly. The walls of the elevator were papered in elegant leather. A masculine, woodsy smell hung about the building, as if somehow they only sold to wealthy, gorgeous men.

  “It’s adequate,” Thomas said. “Brett doesn’t always enjoy it. He wishes that we had our own house.”

  “He’ll be grateful when he grows up,” I said. “Kids that age…well, it’s kind of a miracle when they aren’t totally selfish.”

  Thomas eyed me and nodded. “That’s entirely correct,” he said. “I love my son, very much, as you know.” He sighed. “But this year hasn’t been easy for either of us.”

  “Oh.” He’s finally going to open up to me, I realized happily. Finally, we’re getting somewhere!

  But just as Thomas was about to speak again, the doors of the elevator pinged open and I followed him down a lush hallway into a beautiful condo.

  “Wow.” I glanced around. “This is incredible.”

  “That’s all because of Isabelle,” Thomas said. “Brett’s nanny, but she also cooks and cleans.”

  “Oh,” I said in a small voice. “Is she here now?”

  Thomas gave me a wicked smile. My lower belly gave a lurch to the side and I felt my cheeks pink with a hot flush.

  “No,” Thomas said. “We’re all alone.” He leaned in close and raised an eyebrow. “I trust you feel safe.”

  I nodded quickly. Safer with you than with anyone else, I thought. If only I could tell you how I really feel.

  Thomas led the way into a beautiful, opulent living room with black leather furniture. It looked very adult, very masculine.

  “I redecorated recently,” Thomas said. “I’ve always owned this place, but Marlene and I used it as a crash pad when we were married. She kept her house in Bed-Stuy, and I kept this condo.”

  I nodded. “I like it,” I said. I glanced around, surreptitiously running my hand along the back of the elegant couch. “It really suits you.”

  “Would you care for a glass of wine?”

  My stomach rumbled and I flushed hotly as I remembered Thomas’s warning from the last time we were toge
ther.

  “Only if you don’t give me too much,” I said softly. “I…I wouldn’t want to…”

  Thomas grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said. “But sometimes, on a Friday, there’s nothing like a glass of wine.” I watched nervously as he set his briefcase down on the floor, then walked into the kitchen and selected a bottle of wine from an elegant chrome-and-glass wine cabinet. I gasped when I realized it was also a chiller.

  “This is so cool,” I said. I looked around, feeling completely out of my element. “You have so many kitchen gadgets. I have no idea what most of these even do!”

  “Oh, I don’t either,” Thomas said. He laughed. “I give Isabelle a budget and tell her to buy whatever she wants for the house. She’s here most days, from five in the morning until I get home from work.”

  I nodded. “She must be good for Brett,” I said.

  “She is,” Thomas replied. He handed me a glass of wine and we clinked. I couldn’t help but notice that his wine glasses were even more expensive-looking than the glasses had been at Daniel, or La Toscabelle.

  “This is so good,” I said. I inhaled and took another long sip.

  Thomas’s eyes gleamed. “June, exactly how hungry are you?”

  “Not very,” I confessed. Truth be told, I didn’t think I could eat at all. I was so nervous to finally be in Thomas’s home that I could barely stand still. I wondered if we were finally going to have sex.

  I wondered how perfect it would be.

  “Good,” Thomas said. He set his glass down on the counter. “How do you feel about playing a little game?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”

  Thomas chuckled and reached out for my hand. When he touched me, sparks leapt from his body to mine and I shivered. It was the first time he’d touched me since we’d arrived back at his place.

  “Come with me,” Thomas said. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Nervously, I licked my lips and followed Thomas down the hall and into a small, dark room. I frowned – aside from a large wardrobe and dresser, the room was empty.

  “Is this where you keep your winter clothes?” I joked awkwardly, biting my lip when Thomas didn’t laugh.

  His lips curled into a smile and he eyed me, starting at my face and moving his gaze slowly down my body until I was blushing beet red.

  “Strip,” Thomas said softly. He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck. Nervously, I took a sip of my wine before setting the glass down on a small table.

  I flushed and shivered. He can’t be serious, I thought. He hasn’t even kissed me yet!

  “Excuse me?” I asked softly.

  “I believe I told you to strip.”

  Thomas stepped closer and stroked a hand down my back before gripping my neck. I shivered at the feel of Thomas’s fingernails on the back of my neck.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied automatically. Suddenly, the air between us was tense and full of lust. I wondered what he would do when I was naked – would he touch me? Make me beg for his cock?

  I licked my lips and unfastened the buttons of my cardigan, sliding it down my arms. Then I pulled my blouse over my head and tossed it in the floor until I was standing in front of Thomas clad in my cotton bra and jeans. The air in the room was chilly and I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged myself as Thomas reached forward and yanked my jeans down my hips. Goose bumps sprang up over my flesh and I stepped out of the material.

  “These, too,” Thomas said. He squatted down and trailed a finger down one of my socks. “Take them off, June.” His voice was low and deathly calm. I closed my eyes and bent over, sliding the socks down my legs

  When I was standing in only a bra and panties, Thomas walked around me in a circle. “Strip,” he repeated, reaching out and gently spanking my ass. My cheeks turned crimson as a bolt of desire and pleasure went through sailing me. It scared me how much I’d liked it when he spanked me just now. I wondered if he was going to do that again, later. I want him to! I thought desperately. I really do!

  Licking my lips nervously, I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra. It was an older one – the white material had small holes and stains – and I let it drop to the floor. As I closed my eyes, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs before kicking them to the side.

  When I opened my eyes, Thomas was staring at my chest. I glanced down to see my hard nipples protruding and I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over my body. The room was suddenly filled with the musky scent of my pussy and I blushed hotly. He knows how much I want him, I realized nervously. He can smell it, just like me.

  “Very nice,” Thomas purred. “Now stay there.”

  I swallowed and watched helplessly as he stalked across the room. Thomas opened a set of drawers adjacent to the wardrobe and pulled out something dark green and silky. When he walked back over to me, he handed me slippery, silky garments. I glanced down and saw a bra and panties, in a brilliant emerald green. They would have matched Angela’s dress perfectly, and suddenly I knew that Thomas had purchased them just for me.

  “Put these on,” Thomas instructed. I bobbed my head and fumbled with the clasp on the bra. Even though it was silk, it wasn’t all that comfortable – it pushed my breasts high in the air and pinched at my rib cage. I’d never worn a thong before, either, and I was surprised at the feeling of the material on my labia. It cradled my pussy in a sensual way that made me think of Thomas’s touch. As I took a step forward, the silk twisted between the cheeks of my ass and sent a tingling sensation straight to my clit. My cheeks broke out in a blush as I let out a little gasp.

  “It was mostly right about your size,” Thomas said in a lazy, low voice. He walked around me once more, inspecting me. “Those will do nicely. Come with me, June.”

  When I didn’t move, Thomas raised his eyebrows. “Why, June,” he purred. “There’s no one here save for me and you. I thought you wanted me. Don’t you want to obey your Sir?”

  I blushed hotly and looked away. “Yes,” I mumbled in reply. “I do.”

  Thomas smirked at me and I felt another strong thrust of desire towards him. I licked my lips and stepped forward. Each step wearing the silk thong was torturous – almost like Thomas himself was rubbing between my legs and making me cry out in fierce pleasure.

  “Having trouble?” Thomas raised his eyebrow.

  “No,” I managed to say clearly. “I’m fine.”

  “Good.” Thomas winked at me. “Let’s go have some dessert.”

  I followed Thomas down the long dark hall and into his kitchen.

  “Come here, June.”

  I stepped closer. Thomas opened one half of the giant combination refrigerator/freezer and took out a carton of gelato. He turned to me. “Do you like caramel?”

  I nodded. I still wasn’t hungry, but the air was so full of tension that it almost hurt. Thomas plucked a silver spoon out of a drawer and took the top off the carton of the ice cream.

  “Come closer,” Thomas said. His face was the perfect mask of a sex god. Trembling, I stepped nearer to him, feeling the chill from the empty room on my limbs. It felt delicious, like I was experiencing a whole new world of sensuality.

  I watched as Thomas dipped the spoon into the gelato and lifted it to my mouth. When I reached out to take it from him, he shook his head. “No,” Thomas said simply. “You will eat when I offer food to you.”

  Blushing hard, I obediently opened my mouth. Thomas let the spoon rest on my tongue. The creamy taste of caramel melted on my tongue and dripped down my tongue, rich and smooth as butter. I moaned softly as I swallowed. It was the most exquisite thing I’d ever tasted, aside from Thomas’s kisses, that is.

  “Do you like that?”

  I swallowed and licked my lips. “Yes, sir.”

  Thomas nodded. He reached behind my head and gently tugged the elastic out of my hair. When I felt it spill warmly over my shoulders, I shivered. Thomas’s hand gripped my shoulder. He b
egan to gently massage me with his fingers until I was putty in his hands, melting and sliding all over the place.

  Thomas grinned. I felt a fluttery sensation in my lower belly as he squeezed my neck. “You’re so sexy, especially like this,” Thomas murmured. Instinctively, I let my body be pulled closer to his. “I love it when you look like this.”

  I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I said, blushing hotly.

  Thomas took his hand away and I whimpered, desperate for more of his touch. “Thank you what?” Thomas asked, his words hanging in the air like icicles.