by A. L Long
Taking hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, I pulled it up over his head. His chest came into view, which made me desire him even more. I broke our kiss and lowered my head, placing kiss after kiss down his neck to his chest where I placed my mouth over his hard disc. Swirling my tongue around the hard peak, I began lightly sucking and kissing. I heard a low moan escape his mouth as I moved over to the other side and gave his other nipple the same attention. Before I could finish my assault, Peter had me up in the air and on my back. As his large body leaned over me, I watched his muscles contract as he held himself above me.
"Are you sure this is what you want? Because I won't be able to stop once I start," Peter whispered softly as he nibbled my ear lobe.
"Yes, I want this. I want you." I couldn't and didn't want him to stop. My body was on fire and in need of release. All I could think about was having him buried deep inside me.
Peter slowly removed my shirt and quickly unfastened the front clasp of my lacy bra. All I wanted was his hands on my body. I needed to feel him touch me. When he took hold of my taut nipple, I was more than ready for more. Pulling his body closer to mine, I forked my fingers through his thick hair and pulled his mouth to mine. When our lips met, I was consumed by his scent. All I could think about was how much I needed him. As our tongues lapped together, Peter began working on the zipper of my jeans. It was taking too long for him to get them undone and off me. Lifting my hips, I lowered my hands and helped him pull my pants down over my hips. His hand slowly worked at removing my underwear while I worked at getting the rest of his clothing off.
It took some effort, since we were unwilling to separate, but we were finally naked, bare skin to bare skin. Peter looked down at me with those green eyes and a small smile splayed across his face. Kissing his way down my body, I could feel the heat begin to erupt. My body was on fire and needed to be bathed in pure pleasure. Peter’s soft kisses reached the apex of my mound sending my body soaring. With slow movements, I could feel the sensation his magic tongue was doing on my clit. I was ready to combust. His tongue seeped lower between my slick folds, causing my back to arch off the couch. It was when he plunged, not one, but two fingers, inside me that I came undone. My desire took over and spilled with fury. It was then that I knew there was no way I could be without this man. He may have had my body, but not my heart. My release calmed and Peter pulled his body from mine. Even though he had satisfied my hunger, I still wanted more. I needed to feel him inside me. Tugging his hard body back to me, I could see a smile brighten his face
"Hold on, baby," he said as he proceeded to push from me.
I watched as he lifted his pants from the floor and pulled out a condom from his wallet. It was then that I knew he needed more too. Straddling my hips, I stared down at his impressive erection and watched as he rolled on the condom. He leaned over and gave me a tender kiss. "Are you ready, baby?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I need you inside me."
Taking hold of his cock with one hand, while propping his body over me with the other, he slowly positioned his cock at my entrance and began slowly moving inside me. I wasn't sure if it was his size or the fact that I hadn't been with any man for two years that cause a little pain as he drove inside. "God, baby, you're so tight. Are you okay?" He breathed, taking it slow.
I tried to hold back the pain I was feeling. I didn't want him to stop. "I'm good, don't stop."
The more he moved inside me, the more I could take of him. Every movement inside brought me closer to release. God, he felt so good. I could feel that I was getting close to my release. Peter took hold of my arms and placed them above my head. As he continued to thrust deeper inside, he commanded. "Don't come until I tell you."
I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. I was so close; it took everything I had to hold back my release. Almost at my breaking point, he finally commanded, "Come, baby, I'm right there."
My body shook with intense pleasure; I thought I was going to pass out. Peter must have felt my body give way, because he emptied inside me with one final thrust. "God, I missed you," he breathed softly.
~****~
It was late by the time Peter left my condo. We ended up sharing some Chinese takeout and watching a movie. We really didn't talk too much about what went on in our lives over the past two years, mostly because I was afraid to hear about all the women he had been with. Even though I didn't expect him to give up a social life, I couldn't bring myself to think about him ever being with someone else.
After we said our goodbyes, he suggested that one of his men kept an eye on my condo, just to be safe. It was either that or letting him spend the night. I thought it was a little over the top, since it was only prank calls and nothing more. I didn't think to mention the incident with Mrs. Jensen's cat. I wasn't one-hundred percent sure that I forgot to lock my door. It only made sense since nothing was disturbed or taken.
For the first time in forever, I was finally able to sleep soundly. Even though I still had dreams about Peter, at least I woke up with an ending to them. I also felt refreshed and energized, which I hadn't felt for a long time. Pushing from by bed, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower and begin my day. I wanted to get in touch with Natalie to see if I could get another look at the building. I wanted to get a better idea of how I wanted the area to be laid out. I knew I wanted to change the lighting and close off an area for an office and a conference room. I also wanted to have the area separated into different sections to showcase each artist's work. With two floors to work with, I had enough room to display different kinds of art, ranging from abstract to still life. I also needed to come up with a name for the gallery. I spent all morning trying to decide on what to name it. I wanted the name to reflect the kind of art that was going to be displayed, and still have a catchy name that would be remembered. After careful consideration, I decided to name the new gallery ‘Séduire,’ which is French for Allure. I thought it would be a perfect name, considering it was my intent to get as many people as possible to step inside the gallery.
Natalie was kind enough to meet me at the new location. Once inside, I pulled out my notepad and began drawing out how I wanted the galley to be laid out. I was like an artist working with a blank canvas. Even though it was only a rough draft, I thought it looked pretty good. Now, it was a matter of getting a contractor to do the work. There was only one contractor that I trusted, so I called him and let him know what I wanted. We decide to meet later in the week to go over the details and lay out a plan to get started. I was glad when he told me that his schedule was open and his next big project wouldn’t be until next month.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lilly
When I got back to my apartment, I was surprised to see an unfamiliar, but good-looking alpha-male type standing outside my door. I could only wonder who he was. I fumbled with my purse to find my keys, making sure that my pepper spray was within reach. Walking up to the guy, I looked at him with curiosity and politely asked, "Can I help you with something?"
He didn't even make eye contact with me when he said, "No, ma'am."
It wasn't the answer I wanted so I questioned him further. "Okay, do you mind telling me why you’re standing by my front door?"
This time he made eye contact. "Just following orders, ma'am."
This conversation was going nowhere. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you don't move away from my door, I'm going to call the police.” Instead of reaching for the pepper spray, I pulled out my phone ready to dial 9-1-1.
"No need for that, ma'am. I work for Jagged Edge Security. I have orders to make sure nothing happens to you," he said in a stern voice.
"Did Peter put you up to this?" I could feel the blood begin to boil in my body. How could he possibly think that he could just step in an order protection for me? This was so unbelievable, I couldn't even think straight. It was one thing to have someone watch my building, but to have them stand guard outside my door was another. What would the neighbors think?
The big guy named 'Cop' moved aside and allowed me to enter my apartment. Placing my things on the counter, except for my cell, I brought Peter's number up. By the time I finished with him, he was going to wish he never sent one of his guys to take up residence at my door.
I waited in my kitchen, thumping my fingers against the counter top, until Peter answered his phone. When the call went to voice mail, all I could do was leave a message. "Peter, are you frickin’ crazy. I want this guy standing in front of my door gone! Do you understand? Gone!"
I hung up, and went to the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine. I was steaming and needed something to cool me off. I poured the wine in a glass and took a big drink. By the time I had finished the second glass of wine, I was feeling a lot calmer. Even though I was still pissed, at least my body was no longer boiling over. I walked over to the peephole in the door and saw that ‘Cop’ was still standing outside. I needed to stay away from the door; it only made me angrier the more I thought about it. Taking my glass of wine and the bottle, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. Whenever I got angry or upset, this was the only thing that could calm my anger. Bath and wine, a perfect combination.
My body wasn’t only warm, but numb. Finishing a whole bottle of wine while in the tub probably wasn't one of my better ideas. Listening to my iPod playing loudly not only blocked out my thoughts, it also blocked out the pounding taking place on my bathroom door. It was only when I looked up, that I saw a man fit to be tied. He was pissed.
"What the fuck, Lilly!" I pulled the ear buds from my ears only to catch the last part of his yelling.
"What are you doing here? And why did you just bust down my bathroom door?" I asked sharply, as I was beginning to sober up.
“When you didn't answer your phone I got worried. Cop knocked on your door, but you wouldn't answer. Do you have any idea how angry I am right now?" As Peter walked closer to me, I was becoming more and more aware of his anger. I was also beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, considering he was fully clothed and I was barely covered by the diminishing bubbles.
Wrapping my ear buds around my iPod and placing it on the edge of the tub, I calmly said, "Can you stop yelling and please hand me a towel?"
Peter grabbed the towel I laid on the counter. There was something in the way he was looking at me that caused my heart to beat. It was no longer a look of anger, but one of desire. The last thing I wanted was to end up having sex with him. I was still very angry with him. As I wrapped the towel around my body, I slowly tried to get out of the tub. Needless to say, it wasn’t an easy task. I must have lost my footing, because as I was beginning to climb out, I fell right into his arms. Peter grabbed me around my waist and held me close to his body. Being so close to him, I could smell musk and spice. That was all it took, I was hooked. I placed my head against his chest and breathed in his scent.
Peter lifted me in his arms and carried me to my bed. Everything I felt moments ago was gone. I was no longer angry with him. All I wanted was to be near him. Lying on the bed, I watched as he began opening my drawers, pulling out a pair of lacy panties and a t-shirt. God, he looked good standing in front of me. "Do you need help getting these on or can you do it yourself?" he asked in a stern voice.
Sitting up, I took the items from him and pushed myself from the bed. My towel fell to the floor as I began swaying. I sat back on the edge of the bed and began getting dressed. I could feel Peter watching every move I made. I knew he was getting turned on more than I already was. Standing up, I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I don't know what caused me to be so bold. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just the desire I had for this man.
Peter moved his hand from my breast and wrapped it around my waist. Pulling me closer to his body, he placed his lips on mine and gently kissed me. The minute his tongue entered my mouth, I was lost. I wanted him more than any man I had ever wanted. Peter lifted me from the floor and gently placed me on the bed. Just when I thought he was going to have me, he pulled his body from mine and pulled the covers over me.
"Don't you want me?" I asked with confusion.
"More than you will ever know, Lilly. But I can't take you the way you are." Peter leaned over and gave me a tender kiss on my forehead. "Go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
"Can you at least stay with me?"
"I can do that," he replied as he slowly crawled into bed beside me still fully clothed.
As much as I wanted him, I settled on him being next to me. So when he pulled me to his side and wrapped his arms around me, I was content. Being next to the warmth of his body was all I needed. Within minutes my eyes closed and I entered a blissful sleep.
~****~
Waking up in the morning, my head was pounding. I knew I shouldn't have drunk all that wine. As I rolled over, I felt an empty space beside me. I wasn't too drunk to remember that Peter had slept with me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but the sun shining through the blinds was causing even more pain to my throbbing head. Pulling on the blind cord, I adjusted the amount of sunlight coming through. Rolling on my other side, I noticed a small note, two ibuprofen tablets, along with a full glass of water sitting on the nightstand. Picking up the note, I read the words, 'Take these and drink the full glass of water' in very neat handwriting. I took the two tablets in my hand and popped them into my mouth. When I had the full glass of water down, I rolled back over on my back and closed my eyes.
I wasn't sure what time it was, but my phone was going off like crazy. Lifting my body from my bed, I headed into the kitchen to retrieve my phone and turn off the annoying sound. It was only then that I noticed a pot of coffee had already been made. Leaning up against a lone coffee mug on the counter was another note. As shitty as I felt, I couldn't help but smile. Walking to the coffee mug, I picked up the note. This one was a little longer.
I can only imagine how you’re feeling this morning. I have boiled you some eggs and there is fresh fruit in the fridge. I'm guessing that you have slept most of the morning, but we need to talk. Call me as soon as you are done eating and have showered.
Peter
Rolling my eyes at the note, I opened the fridge and took out the two hard-boiled eggs and the small bowl of fruit. Next, I poured myself a mug full of coffee and added my favorite creamer. As I was sitting at the bar, it occurred to me why I was drinking last night to begin with. Walking over to the front door, I looked through the peephole. "Yep, still there," I said out loud as I walked back to the kitchen. One thing was certain, Peter and I were definitely going to have a talk.
Just as I was finishing getting dressed, there was a knock at my door. I thought it was kind of strange considering I had a 6'5" alpha-male standing outside my door. Taking a quick look at myself in the mirror, even though I wasn't a hundred percent, I looked pretty good. When I pulled the door open, I was surprised to see Peter standing next to Cop. Normally it would have been a woman's dream to see two gorgeous, hunky men standing in front of her, but for me, it was only annoying.
Stepping aside, I watched as Peter entered my condo. God, he looked good, I thought to myself. Shutting the door, I turned to face him. "I thought you wanted me to call you when I was ready."
"Couldn't wait any longer," he said, taking his place on the couch.
I took my spot on the chair beside him. We sat for what seemed like an eternity in silence. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just came out with it. "I think maybe we need to rethink this thing with us."
Looking up at me, he let out a chuckle. "Really, because I don't think you were rethinking anything last night. Matter of fact, it looked to me like you wanted to fuck me anyway you could."
"Last night was a mistake." I needed to get it together. I needed to put my feelings for this man behind me and focus on the real reason we could never be together.
"Umm, I see. So this is how it's going to be, just like two years ago,” Peter said.
"What happened two years ago has nothi
ng to do with this. It's your controlling behavior. You think you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, without any regard to how I feel."
"If this is about Cop, I'm not going to apologize for having him outside your door. For God's sake, Lilly, don’t you get it? Don't you think it's a little odd that you come back to New York and all of s sudden you start getting strange calls?"
"I can take care of myself Peter. I want him gone." I wasn’t about to give into him. Besides, I hadn't received a call in two days. Whomever it was probably figured out that they had the wrong number.
Standing, Peter walked over to where I was sitting, Taking me by the hands, he pulled me to a standing position. He was at least seven inches taller than me, so when he lifted my chin to meet his eyes, I could do nothing to resist. Capturing my mouth with his, he gently parted my lips and dove in for the kill. He had me. I was like putty in his hands. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at me and whispered, "I care about you Lilly. Please let me keep you safe."
