The door opened. “Yes, I needed to use the bathroom and I really wanted to brush my teeth. My mouth was dry and felt fuzzy, if that makes sense.” She looked paler than usual in the dark room.
“Let me help you,” I offered, taking her hand and guiding toward the bed. She slid in on my side, scooted over and I took my place beside her.
“You’re wearing boxers,” she noted.
“You’re wearing virgin white,” I grinned.
“Is there any water left?” she asked.
Maybe she was not as inebriated as I first believed. She remembered I offered her water earlier. I moved into a sitting position and she joined me. “Here you go,” I reached for the bottle on the nightstand, opened it and handed it to her.
She took the bottle and smiled. “You went and got another one.”
‘Yeah, you finished off the first.”
“Thank you.” She guzzled down the water, after a brief moment of silence, she let out a deep sigh, “I told you I was messed up.”
I took the water and placed it back on the nightstand and slid into a comfortable position. “Come here, baby,” I motioned her to join me.
Were her eyes always this blue? I had stared at them many times, and tonight they shone like sapphires.
As we lay facing each other, I ran my hand down her back and let it sit at the base of her spine. She let out a small gasp. I wickedly grinned. I knew what that spot did to her.
“I’m the one who fucked up, baby,” I confessed. “I never wanted it to be like that with us.” I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “I never wanted it to be just sex.”
“You wore a condom.” Her voice quivered and she lowered her eyes.
I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“I always wear a condom when I have sex in the office.” I kept my tone neutral. “I threw them out the minute I was alone. I don’t need them.” I leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. “I never plan to have sex in my office ever again.”
I released her chin and laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. “Today was the first time I felt ashamed of myself, of my behavior.
Today I felt like a whore.”
“I see.” After a brief hesitation, she added, “So you felt it necessary to bring me down to your level?”
I instantly reacted, turning to face her, I propped myself up on my elbow. I brushed back her hair and held her face in my hands.
“Baby, no, I’m so sorry if that’s how you felt.” I leaned in and passionately claimed her mouth.
She parted her lips to give me complete access. She let out a soft moan and I knew this was what she needed, what we both needed.
“I really fucked up. I’m sorry, baby. Of course that’s how you felt. I let my disgust with myself project onto you.”
I ran my hand to her breasts, fondling them over the soft fabric. I kissed her neck and traced my tongue down her collarbone. Mackenzie’s body reacted and her nipples hardened at my touch.
“This is how it is supposed to be with us,” I lifted my head and met her gaze. “Now you need to get some rest.”
“Are you stopping because you think I’m still drunk?”
“Not drunk, but with how much you drank, definitely a little tipsy. When I make love to you, baby, I want all of you here, body, mind and soul.” I kissed her one more time. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Mackenzie, baby, what possessed you to drink that much?” I snickered. I wanted her to know I was not upset, but rather curious as to her motives.
“I was trying to get into Richard’s head.” Then she let out a small sigh. “Instead, I got into mine. The next I knew, I had drank much more than I intended.”
“Baby, don’t ever try to get inside my head. Sometimes I don’t even like being there.
Why do you think I have Rick on the back burner? So I can get out of my own head.” I rolled over and laid beside her.
I looked into her eyes. “Do you want Rick to take away the hurt Richard caused you, baby?” I hoped I would not come to regret my question.
“No, I want Richard. That’s the man I want to make this right. That’s the man I came to live with. That’s the man I have come to love.”
I pulled her close and cradled her. “I promise I will never make you feel like that again, baby, never.” I meant every word. I was never going to hurt her ever again.
At that moment, I wanted the complications that came with a relationship. But only if that relationship was with Mackenzie. She was worth all the complications in the world.
With one complication out of the way, I needed to figure out what to do with the next.
The one sitting on my coffee table.
The one that could see me lose what I was trying so hard to hold on to.
Chapter 30
Mackenzie
I woke to the sun shining in the window. Richard must have opened the curtains before he left for work this morning, preventing me from sleeping in. I should have been irritated with him for that move, but since he took such good care of me last night, I was unable to be upset with him.
He had helped me to bed and made me comfortable. He made sure I drank enough water to alleviate the hangover dehydration would bring. I felt much better than I thought, given the amount of alcohol I consumed last night.
I decided to head to the kitchen to make coffee and eat something. I would shower and dress later.
I took the time to peek in the living room to see if Richard’s OCD kicked in and he felt the need to deposit the papers I left strewn across the coffee table back in its box.
To my surprise, nothing had been touched. There on the coffee table, all my papers were scattered from one end to the other. Some were laid out on the floor as I tried to separate the maps and charts from the analysis and contracts.
Today I would spend the day sorting things out. Did Richard remember to ask for Aleksander’s help in deciphering some of the legal documents? I’d tread lightly when inquiring.
Why was there noise coming from the kitchen?
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I was shocked to find Richard casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, cooking up a storm.
“I am working,” he frowned. “I texted Haley and asked her to give me a second opinion on the launch ads, I took my conference call via Skype, and now I am very busy making my beautiful, but hungover, girlfriend breakfast.”
Guilt crept in. I was the reason he had not gone to work this morning. I did not want to become one of those complications that interfered with business. “I love that you did this, but I wish you hadn’t missed work because I can’t hold my liquor.”
Richard laughed and placed a plate of pancakes in front of me. “Jam or syrup, you never did tell me?” He had that wicked grin that melted my insides and cause a now familiar pooling between my thighs.
Last night was the first night since I moved in that we had not made love. My body felt like it was a lot longer. I did not want to seem needy, like he could not leave me alone without worrying about me.
I quickly changed the topic.
“How hard was it for you to sit and stare at that?” I pointed to the mess in his living room.
“Not at all,” he walked over and kissed my forehead. “It reminded me that I needed to talk to Aleksander about those documents you wanted him to look at.”
He sat down beside me. “I invited Haley and Aleksander for dinner. I made a list of how he would like you to sort the papers into specific piles. He will take the ones that are only legal.” He looked pleased with himself.
“You made a list? Where is it,” I held out my hand, waiting for it. It was pretty basic, all charted maps in one pile, anything that looked like analysis in another, and anything with a signature would be construed as legal in a separate pile.
“I started this,” I excitedly announced. “I was feeling a little overwhelmed last night when I started going through everything.” I shrugged, “it seemed confusing at fir
st. It started to make sense when I sorted them into categories.” I kissed Richard on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” then he walked over to the sink like he was afraid I might deck him and winced. “I also accepted an invitation to have dinner Saturday at my parents.”
“And you thought I would be upset because you didn’t ask me first?”
“I should have, but you’ll come to see, you can’t say no to my mother.”
“It’s okay, I knew your parents were going to want us over eventually. I’m sure your mom is anxious to find out who’s the woman shacked up with her son and keeping him away from the office in the middle of the week.”
“You’re in a very good mood for someone who should have a headache.”
I loved the way Richard laughed. It was husky and masculine and made my inside churn.
“Who else should we expect at dinner Saturday? Will there be an inquisition?” I teased.
“No inquisition, but Evonne and Dickie will be there. It might be a good idea to ask him about his dealings with the charters before you make any decisions.”
I could hear the unasked question in Richard’s voice.
What was my decision?
“That’s a great idea, I look forward to meeting the rest of your family. If they are anything like your father,” I walked over to Richard and gave him a passionate kiss, “or you,” I snickered, “then I have nothing to worry about.
Thanks for breakfast, I think I need to shower and get dressed. It looks like you gave me a lot of work to do today. Sort papers, cook dinner.” I headed for the stairs. “Do I get any payment for all this work you expect me to do?” I glanced over my shoulder with a come-hither look, then ran up the stairs with Richard on my heels.
He caught up with me at the top of the stairs and lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom. “Do you know how sexy you look in virgin white?” he drawled.
“But not as sexy as your birthday suit.” He lifted the nightgown over my head, picked me up and laid me on the bed.
I watched in appreciation as Richard removed his shirt, then his jeans. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I had no idea where the nervousness came from. It wasn't the first time I had seen him naked. It wasn't the first time we had made love.
Something happened last night that bonded us in a way I could not describe.
Richard prowled onto the bed and hovered above my naked body. “Come here, beautiful,” he growled huskily.
I giggled and ran my fingers across his taut masculine chest. I traced the lines of his abs to his lean hips. I raised my knees and let my thighs fall to the side. Richard positioned himself so that his cock was brushing the entrance to my slit. I lifted my hips to reach for him.
“Patience, baby, I’m just getting started.”
He ran his tongue down my flat stomach, stopping at the apex of my opening. He gently nudged my thighs wider. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive nub. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it. The sensation was unbelievable.
With a loud cry, I sunk into the mattress and let Richard take the lead. I was enthralled with his skilled mouth and wanted to only feel the excitement building from inside. I was close to climax and he stopped.
I moaned in exasperation. I had been so close and he left me hanging.
But not for long.
He moved his way up my body and took my beaded nipples between his teeth and nibbled. I arched my hips, trying to make contact with his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threaded my fingers through his hair.
He gently took my legs and removed them from his waist. He came down and claimed my mouth, preventing me from protesting. Then he took my legs and lifted them so they sat over his shoulders. “Remember this, baby,” he rasped.
He ran his hands up my thighs, the soft traces of his fingers tickled and I giggled.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” He cupped my wetness and smirked. “I can feel you’re close, just a little further,” he enticed. He slipped his fingers into my pussy, thrusting, working his way to my inner walls. He thumbed my clit while thrusting in and out.
“Cum for me, baby,” he said, his voice soft, seductive. He did not need to ask, I had been praying for the release he had held back from me earlier. The throbbing of my inner walls tightened around his fingers. The look of satisfaction on his face verified I was reaching my peak.
He pulled his finger out and rammed his massive cock into me until I felt his balls against the globes of my ass.
The actions was seamless, rendering me mesmerized by the ordeal. It didn't matter how many times he brought me to the happiest place on earth, I relished it completely. The sun shining through the window landed on Richard, making his hard body appear god-like.
How appropriate, since he took me to heaven.
His shaft rubbed against my walls as I continue to climax. Each thrust enhanced the sensation. His large cock should have been painful. My body softened and made way for all he had to offer. I joined him, in matching his thrust. I bucked my hips taking him completely each time he entered me.
This time there was no barrier between us. Raw skin on raw skin. This was how it should always be with us. This was how I could allow him complete access to my body, mind and soul. That was what he wanted last night. That was what he was going to get every time.
“You're very quiet, baby, do you want me to make you scream?” He did not wait for me answer. He lifted me slightly and pounded into me, hitting my sensitive g-spot.
My body vibrated with an explosion that took my breath away. I didn't scream, I couldn't. All I do was try to breathe through the waves after waves of aftershocks of my orgasms.
At some point I came off the high long enough to know he had found his release as well. He was positioned carefully as not to put too much weight on me. Our breathing began to sound more normal, my lungs getting much needed air. He was still implanted deeply within me.
He gently lowered my legs, massaging them, encouraging the circulation to return.
His face held an almost painful expression. His cock continued jerking, releasing its hot liquid in rhythm to my spasms. His expression softened and I knew, he was as empty as I was full.
Still embedded deeply in my body, he whispered, “Take your time, baby, I won’t leave you until I’m sure you’re done. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I understood that as long as my walls kept gripping onto his shaft, he was not going to soften enough to withdraw. I knew I needed to let my body relax, to ride the waves and let them run their course.
Maybe I didn't want him to leave. What if I choose not to let him go?
Would he lie there with me and make love to me until neither of us could perform any further?
Had I earned the right?
Chapter 31
Richard
I took her like a man who had been deprived for years, not hours. She let me and gave it back willingly. I told her to take her time to recover. God knew I was nowhere ready to leave the warmth of her sheathing me.
Only now she was playing with me, being greedy. I needed her to relax her clenched muscles so I could come down. I asked her to come for me and she did not disappoint. I felt her cream around my fingers and explode on my cock.
The very one still firmly implanted into the warmth of her walls. Her ever-spasming walls.
“Mackenzie, baby, you’re killing me.” I was sure the strain on my face was evident.
“I know,” she purred. It was the first she spoken since she clamped down on me so tight I could still feel my cock reacting.
“You said I could take my time.” Her tone was every bit mocking.
“You want to play it that way, do you, baby?” I was not going to let her get away with torturing me.
I plunged my tongue in her parted lips, taking every bit of air she possessed. When I released her, she inhaled deeply, causing her firm protruding breasts to rub against my own.
I was not going to wi
n this one. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I would let her take everything I had and more if she asked it of me.
If only she wasn't so damn beautiful laying under me, naked, vulnerable, and totally mine.
I ran my thumb across her clit and grinned wickedly. I knew I could get her to respond to the sensation. Her body would open up in anticipation of what it thought was to come.
She gasped as I applied just enough pressure to tease.
“You play dirty,” she accused, pouting her naturally pink lips, swollen from my tongue lashing. Her walls relaxed and her thighs fell to the side. She had been tightly wrapped around my hips.
I wouldn't be surprised to find bruises.
“That’s right, baby, and that’s just how you like it.” I rolled off her and slapped the creamy white skin of her ass, leaving it pink. She jerked back and gave a small whimper. “Very, very dirty,” I huffed in her ear.
Before she had a chance to react, I jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. As I reached the bathroom door I turned to her, “Do you need an engraved invitation?”
I took her once more in the shower, with her back against the pristine white tile. We lathered each other thoroughly and let the jets do their job.
I wrapped her in the plush bathrobe and carried her to the bed. “Get some rest, baby.” By the time I emerged from the walk-in closet fully dressed for the day, she had fallen asleep.
I had gotten my second wind. This was what I needed to elevate the stress that was causing my writer's block.
Not sex on the desk in my office. Not with some intern eager to please. No, this was all I was ever going to need.
I took the throw off the end of the bed and covered her. “I love you, baby,” I whispered in her ear, and headed to work inspired.
I entered my office followed by Aleksander on my heels. “Everything good?” Aleksander’s tone was one of concern. I had not thought of what Mackenzie told Haley when she drove her home yesterday after the encounter.
“Everything's great, why?” I was careful not to raise suspicions. Aleksander was my best friend and knew me better than anyone. Especially how I took care of my writer’s block.
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