by Nikki Chase
I still have so many questions, but I don’t think he has any answers. He looks so lost and confused, and something within me responds with an unbearable urge to comfort him.
So we kiss. And it feels good. Really good.
The man-whore is a good kisser. Wow. How surprising.
I push my cynical thoughts aside for the moment. I rely on my wit and sarcasm to keep people from getting too close, but Cole has been nothing but kind to me. Maybe he’s not so bad. Maybe I was too quick to judge him.
I guess it’s okay to let myself go for once. Not everything has to go perfectly as planned. If the last two years have taught me anything, it’s that life doesn’t care about my plans.
I mean, I’m single. He’s single. We’re not hurting anybody. Even if nothing ever comes of this, it can be as simple as one of the meaningless hook-ups that college kids apparently have all the time, right?
He puts his hand on the back of my head and teases my lips, gently coaxing me to respond. I move closer and kiss him back, inviting him. My heartbeat speeds up when he traces my lips with his tongue and nibbles on my bottom lip. God, I miss this. His lips feel so good.
I open my mouth for him and I almost fall apart as he sweeps inside and claims my mouth with his kiss. His hard, forceful, insistent kiss.
I haven't been kissed like this in a long time. A really long time. The more I allow myself to be carried away by these delicious sensations, the more I realize how long it has been and how much I miss this.
I kiss him back with all the passion that has been quietly growing inside me for months. He groans into my mouth and kisses me harder, more insistently. His hand on the back of my head grips my hair.
When he pulls away, I’m fighting to catch my breath and my hands are gripping his chiseled arms through his blue shirt. It feels great to run my hands up and down his upper arms through the fabric.
Cole pulls me by the hand until I collapse on top of him on the bed, our limbs tangled together. The air around us is electric. Every cell in my body is pulsating. Our breaths grow frantic. When he pushes me onto my back and gets on top of me, I remember the lonely nights I spent missing the weight of a man’s body on top of me. I savor the warmth of his skin, the scent of his neck.
He pauses to look at me, his eyes full of concern. There’s no way he can fake that. Cole really does have genuine feelings about me. He’s been honest and truthful. I suppose it’s okay to give this a go. Who knows? Maybe this will really turn into something meaningful.
I smile, giving him permission to continue. I want his skin all over mine. I want to be enveloped by his masculine body. I want this, I tell him with my eyes. I want you.
Cole undoes the top three buttons of my green sleeveless blouse. He maintains eye contact as he travels down my throat, trailing light kisses to my breasts. I arch my body with pleasure, offering more of me up to his mouth. He slips his hand underneath my body, unhooking my bra and caressing my bare back.
Taking both my blouse and my bra off, Cole tosses them aside, letting them fall onto the carpeted floor. He stares at my exposed upper body, his gaze traveling from my navel up to the hardened tips of my breasts and landing on my face. Without blinking, he takes it all in. I blush under his intense scrutiny. The hunger in his eyes makes me ache between my legs.
I remember Cole’s sexy, fuzzy trail that I saw when the plane landed in Seattle yesterday. I need to see where it leads.
“My turn,” I say as I reach up and unbutton his business shirt. My fingers trace the lines of the muscles on his chest and abs. His body is hard, sculpted, masculine.
He takes off his shirt. I can feel his cock pressed against my thigh, growing thick and hard in his pants. I reach my hand down and follow the little happy trail of hair on his abs down until I reach the waist of his pants. I look up into his eyes.
Cole looks back teasingly right at me. His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt up. As he strokes my inner thighs and gently kisses my face, wetness drips at the juncture of my legs. I let out a small, breathy moan.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Cole groans into my ear, his voice low and urgent, his heavy breath hot on my neck.
My body tightens with need. This is crazy. Before yesterday I never even spent much time with Cole. But now I feel so close to him, and not just physically. There’s some sort of magical connection between us, some kind of special chemistry pulling us together.
As he slips his hand inside my panties, I shiver all over on the soft white sheets of the hotel bed. It’s clear Cole knows what he’s doing. His fingers dance over my wet folds, making me tremble with need. In this moment, there’s only one thing I want.
“Fuck me,” I say, spreading my thighs a little wider, giving him free admission to my body.
With a low growl, Cole pushes my pencil skirt until it bunches up around my waist. He yanks my panties off and pushes inside me with one finger, and then another one. I moan as he fills me up.
I grab the waist of his dress pants and pull on his belt. I’m fumbling so much it takes a while for me to unbuckle his soft Italian leather belt and unzip his pants.
“Soak my fingers,” Cole says. “Soak my fingers and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget everything but my name.”
He kicks his pants off and continues to manipulate my body with his skillful fingers. The pressure builds up and up until finally I come with a sudden gasp and a shudder. I gush all over Cole’s fingers like he wanted me to.
I shut my eyes. I always feel so vulnerable the first time I’m with someone new. And it’s been a while, which makes me feel a little out of my depths.
The tip of Cole’s cock rubbing against me brings me back to reality. I snap my eyes open and see my boss kneeling between my legs, his fist wrapped around his thick shaft.
“Good girl,” he says.
He pushes inside me, stretching me around him. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. My fingernails drag across his back. I want to feel more of him. I rock my hips off the hotel bed to meet Cole’s thrusts. At this new angle, he enters deeper inside me, so deep I feel like I’m about to burst.
He fucks me slowly, pulling almost all the way out and driving all the way back in. He’s driving me crazy, the way he’s balancing me right on the edge of my climax.
“Please.” My voice comes out as a moan. I need more now. I need him to release me from this sweet torture.
I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back, trying to focus on Cole’s cock sliding in and out of me, willing myself to feel more, to make myself come. Failing, I look pleadingly into Cole’s eyes.
“Please,” I repeat.
“Please what?” He asks as if there’s anything else I could mean. He patiently waits for an answer while he maintains his teasingly slow pace.
“Please fuck me harder.” I lose this battle. He knows exactly how to play my body until I do what he says. But it doesn’t feel like losing.
Cole grunts and pulls my hair. His movements take on an animalistic quality. He slams into me, making me shudder in ecstasy while I’m trapped underneath his hard body. My muscles clench around him, massaging him until he explodes inside me. He keeps grinding into me, stretching my orgasm until he finishes releasing every last drop.
I drag as much air as I can into my lungs while Cole lies on top of me, spent. He strokes my hair, sighing in satisfaction and murmuring unintelligible words into my ears. I loosely hold on to him, enjoying the tactile feeling of his hot, sweaty skin on mine.
“You’re mine now,” he says.
“Morning,” Cole says. The smell of coffee from the little machine in front of him fills my hotel room.
It’s not fair. He’s wearing the same black dress pants and the same blue button-down shirt that he wore yesterday, and yet he looks totally put together.
Nobody pays much attention to what men wear and whether they change their looks day after day. He can definitely get away with
wearing the same thing two days in a row.
“What time is it?” I can tell from the thin blades of sunlight that stab between the blackout curtains that it’s probably morning, but that’s it. Why am I always surrounded by annoyingly cheerful morning people?
“Seven. There’s one hour until the conference starts,” he says. He places two mugs of coffee on the desk and sits on the chair. He slides one piping hot mug toward me. “Coffee? It’ll wake you up.”
I sit up and pull the white bed sheets over my naked body. Stretching my arms wide, I yawn and stare into the distance for a few seconds. Still not saying anything, I pick up the coffee and take a sip. I don’t want to encourage him to start a long chat so early in the morning.
“Can I open the curtains?”
“Sure,” I say. I’m already awake anyway.
Cole pulls the curtains open and lets the morning sunlight pour in through the big window. He stands there, watching whatever’s happening outside at this ungodly hour.
“What do you want for breakfast today? The buffet downstairs? Room service? Or the same as yesterday? I figure you’d be bored of glazed donuts by now, but I can ask the concierge to get some donuts from the store again if you want.”
“The coffee is enough,” I say to his back as I take another sip of the coffee. “Most mornings I skip breakfast anyway. I’d rather sleep a few more minutes.”
“I’ll order two sandwiches from room service,” he decides.
“Why did you even bother asking me if you’re just going to do whatever you want?”
“Okay, baby. As you wish, I won’t ask you things anymore. I’ll just do whatever.” Cole turns around and gives me a boyish grin.
I feel a flutter in my stomach. This was supposed to be casual, right? I think I may be catching feelings.
I mean, I know he said all the right stuff last night, but it all seems so absurd in the light of day. I’m not sure how I feel about the way he just called me “baby,” or about his very presence here in my hotel room. He’s my boss who happens to be my friend with benefits, not my boyfriend.
“I didn’t expect you to still be here when I woke up.” Still sitting up on the bed, I stare at the black coffee in my mug, feigning indifference. I realize I must make a strange sight, inspecting a normal mug of coffee like I’ve just spotted a fairy enjoying a soak in it.
“What are you talking about?” He turns around, places his empty mug on the desk, and takes a seat on the bed. “I told you how I feel about you.”
“You didn’t have to say all those things,” I say, sighing. “And you don’t have to keep saying them now.”
Now that you’ve gotten into my pants, I add inwardly.
“I say it because it’s true.” Cole takes my mug and puts it on the desk. Taking both my hands in his, he says, “Look at me.”
I sigh and show him a face with no expression, something I practiced a lot growing up. I’m pretty good at it, despite the lump forming in my throat.
“I really, really like you, Emily,” he says. I can see everything on his face, every little micro-expression. I know he’s letting me see his naked, unfiltered self. “I’ve liked you for a while. I just didn’t think it was…appropriate for me to go for it. But now I don’t care anymore about that. You’re all I want. I haven’t been interested in anyone else for a long time.”
“But what about your other girls?”
“What other girls?” He frowns.
“Um… The ones on the tabloids?”
“Those are old pictures. The headlines are lies. None of it is true.” He holds my hands tighter. “I understand if this freaks you out. I’m so sorry about everything. I’m ready to take things slow if that’s what you need.”
I let his words sink in. This is all happening so fast.
Truth be told, I’m still getting to grips with the fact that I just slept with my boss last night. And now he’s telling me I’m the only one he wants? I rack my brain, trying to come up with a good response.
“You know what? It’s too early for this. Let’s just get ready for the conference,” I say.
“If you say so.” Cole kisses my hands and lets go of them. “I’ll order the sandwiches while you get ready.”
Cole
“James,” I say into the phone. “Remember the plan we discussed?”
“Of course. How can I forget? You ask me about it every time I see you." Even through the receiver, I detect a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Okay. Well, obviously that's a good strategy because it works. You remember." I take a deep breath. "I need you to do it right now.”
"Wow. I never thought I'd see the day," he says.
"I'm serious. It's time."
"You're the boss," he says.
"How long is it going to take?" My heart is pounding in my chest. My palms are sweaty. This feels surreal, but it has to happen.
"We've gone over this too many times for you to not know."
"I just need to hear you say it again. I need to know for sure." I hold my breath.
"Like I've told you a thousand times before, I need three business days."
"Today's Thursday. So it'll be done by Tuesday, right?"
"Right." James pauses for a couple of hesitant seconds before he says, "Are you sure?"
"Never been more sure."
"You know he's going to find out, right?" He voices my main concern. To be honest, that does make me nervous, but there's no other way now. Not if I want to keep Emily safe and stay with her...assuming she'll still want me after I tell her the truth.
"Yes," I say with finality into the phone.
Looking out the glass wall of my office at the city, I realize I'm going to miss this crazy place. But again, there's no other way.
"Why now? Why so sudden?"
We've worked together long enough for James to feel comfortable asking me difficult questions. He's almost like a friend, but this is not something I want to share with him.
"I have my reasons."
"Oh, boy." He half-sighs, half-chuckles into the phone. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say this is about a girl."
"Just get it done," I say flatly.
"It is about a girl, isn't it?" James laughs. "Another thing I never thought I'd see in my lifetime.”
"Let me know when it's all done."
"Not in the mood for a chat, are we? You know, girls like it when you chat with them. Are you chattier when you're with her, Cole?"
"I don't remember hiring you as my shrink. I’ll wait to hear your news on Tuesday. Bye, James."
"Alright, alright," he says. "Bye now."
I like James. He's a good accountant and I usually wouldn't mind having a chat with him, but this is not the time.
Everything important in my life now hangs on the line. I wish I could fast forward to next week when everything would've been done.
But for now, I have a date with Emily. I have no idea if she’ll still hang around when I come out the other side, so I have every intention of making the most of this time.
“What do you think?”
“You want to know what I really think?” Emily covers her full mouth with one hand. “I think it’s delicious. Better than I expected, for sure. But I also think you didn’t really cook this yourself.”
“You got me.” I laugh. “Am I really that transparent?”
“Not really. You’ve done some pretty unpredictable things. But I just don’t peg you as a cook.” She cuts off a small bit of the veal and takes a bite. “Also, the fact that each portion was separated individually into nice little microwavable packages… That was a big clue.”
“Damn it. I’ll have to talk to the guy about this,” I say in mock frustration. I don’t care if she knows all my tricks. She looks like she’s enjoying herself and that’s all that matters.
“Who’s this guy anyway? He just goes into people’s homes and prepares their date night meals, like some sort of culinary ninja wingman?”
“Exactl
y.” I have to laugh at that.
She’s funny. I love how she comes up with witty, zany things to say, even if they’re often jabs at me. The supermodels that I used to go out with treated me with kid gloves, always so afraid I was going to dump them if they said the wrong thing and offended me. Nothing was real about those relationships.
I have to admit, it was an ego boost at first, scoring those very desirable women. It meant I had beaten a lot of competition. Somehow I found it helped with my work at the office. It gave me the confidence that I needed as a young man in my twenties to run an office full of people much older and much more experienced than me.
“His job title is personal chef, but from now on I’m going to call him my culinary ninja wingman.” I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite. Emily’s right — this veal is too good for me to have cooked it myself. “I just wanted to make sure my offer was good enough to lure you here into my lair.”
“No kidding,” she says. “Home-cooked meal and a massage? I would’ve said yes if you offered just one of them.”
“Damn. Really? I shouldn’t have tried so hard. But what can I say? I really wanted you to come. I missed you.”
“We just saw each other on Wednesday when we flew home together.” She protests with her words, but her eyes are twinkling.
She’s right. But not only did I not see her yesterday, today I also had to wait until after office hours to take her home so nobody would see us together. I can’t wait until we get everything out in the open. I smile at her and say, “I didn’t see you in the office yesterday, though.”
“You were the one who told me to stay home and rest because the flight on Wednesday was so late, you weirdo.” She laughs, then narrows her eyes at me. “You need to give your employees some down time, Mr. Foster. Otherwise, I’m going to have to report you to the authorities for working me to death.”
“Don’t call me Mr. Foster. I’m not my father.” I surprise myself by how cold I sound.
