Sexy Bachelor

by Maggie Monroe

  “Put it on.” His voice was firm.

  The thrill ran through my core. I didn’t hesitate. I gathered the black lace from the bottom of the suitcase and walked to the bathroom, quietly closing the door to redress.

  When I emerged, the only light was from the fire.

  Vaughn’s eyes landed on mine before trailing my throat and the clear path the deep-V cut to my navel. The sheer fabric stretched between my legs, creating a thong that was attached by a satin ribbon. I’d never bought a piece of lingerie so expensive or so seductive in my life. From his reaction, I knew it was worth it.

  “Damn, Em,” he growled, sitting on the end of the bed.

  “You like it?” I asked coyly. My nipples hardened under his stare. I knew he could see my every reaction. It made every motion I made feel more alluring.

  His hands cupped my face, drawing me toward him.

  His mouth covered mine as he held me in the kiss. Our breath was ragged and erratic.

  “You wore this for me to fuck you in, didn’t you?” he whispered.

  I nodded. God, yes.

  “Good,” he growled.

  He pulled me into his lap, his hands canvassing my body. His tongue lashed at my neck before licking through the fabric over my nipple. I gasped, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

  His fingers climbed my spine, massaging my back with hungry pressure. I leaned into his arms, knowing he had me. He wouldn’t let me fall to the floor. He bit and sucked at my breast, coaxing moans from my mouth while I lingered in his hold, my back arched in full extension like a ballerina. Offering him my body. Giving him everything he wanted.

  I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin. He reeled me up to sitting, so I faced him.

  “Did you see this bed?” he asked.

  “Yes.” I swallowed.

  He moved to stand, sliding my thigh away from his waist, and depositing me on the bed. He unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor.

  “You didn’t think I brought you here for a wine tour did you?” he asked wickedly.

  I bit my lip. I didn’t care about wine. I cared about this. About spending the weekend in bed with Vaughn. About making him happy. About taking everything he gave.

  His boxer briefs hit the floor next. The lust crept through me for him. I rolled onto my back, aligning my head with the end of the bed.

  “This is why you’re so fucking perfect, Em.”

  He drew one knee next to my shoulder and then the other. His cock bobbed in front of my lips and I whimpered for it. I curled my tongue forward to lick the glistening bead of dew. He tasted salty and sweet. I swallowed with a smile before latching onto the silky skin of his thickness.

  “Shit,” he groaned.

  I moved quickly, proud of how I could satisfy him this way. He began to sink his cock deeper into my mouth as I opened my throat for him. I sucked and swirled my tongue over the rigid lines of his erection. My hips began to rock gently as he pumped in and out of my mouth and that’s when I felt his tongue slide under my lingerie and lash at my clit.

  I almost sputtered with the surprise. He sank deep in my throat as he pushed a finger inside me and his teeth grazed over my nub.

  I couldn’t escape the fullness of it. My mouth was his. My clit was his, and my heat. I clutched and squeezed at his fingers, whimpering as he slid in and out of me from all angles. My orgasm was building, faster than I could control it.

  I thought I had him. I thought I had led him to the cliff of ecstasy, but I was wrong. He had pushed me off the ledge when I wasn’t looking.

  He was relentless, stroking my walls while his tongue circled, building the kind of cataclysmic sensation I didn’t know how to experience. And just when I thought the fullness would push me into an abyss, I felt something new. Something so erotic I bucked with shock. It was taboo. It was off-limits. But the instant Vaughn’s thumb pressed against the forbidden entrance with the promise of breaching it, it was enough to throw my orgasm into another dimension. My body was wracked with pleasure.

  His fingers moved deep in me, spreading wider. His cock filled my mouth. His mouth sucked on my clit and his thumb never let up, slipping farther until every part of my body welcomed him. Begged for him. Existed with pleasure because of him.

  My release came in epic shattering force, catapulting me into darkness where I could only feel. Nothing existed in those few seconds but pure rapture. And Vaughn had given it to me.

  As my breathing slowed, he withdrew his body from me and pivoted on the bed to face me. He pressed a kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue against mine.

  His hand slipped under my back and I felt the release of the satin ribbon. He withdrew it and held it up.

  “Do you trust me, Em?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. I would trust him with my life, but tonight he wasn’t asking for that. He was promising a closeness I had never desired. Pure and total surrender.

  “Don’t move.”

  He stepped onto the floor and walked to the end of the bed. He lifted me until I was close to the end post of the bed. He reached for my wrists and I watched in silence as he made two loops around them with the ribbon and then secured them to the post with a knot.

  “Are you ok with this?” he asked.

  I was already dripping wet. My body ached for him. I had been launched into a sphere of my sexuality I didn’t know existed. I wanted to try more. To do more. To do all of it with Vaughn. I nodded slowly.

  He lovingly brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed the bare skin as he climbed behind me.

  His hands traced my back, stopping to squeeze and massage my breasts. He coasted over my waist and along my hips, before lifting my ass in the air.

  He pressed a kiss onto my back. I held the post. My eyes closed as he spread my legs.

  He nudged himself between my legs and with a powerful thrust, he surged inside my body. I screamed out with pleasure, rocking into him.

  He moved in and out of me with slow strokes. Each one slower than the last. I begged for more.

  “Vaughn, please,” I pleaded. The pressure was intense. His cock thick inside me.

  “I don’t want it to end.” His words almost sounded haunted.

  He hilted himself inside me and I hissed, pulling against the tie on the bed. I was at his mercy. Like I had been only minutes before. That had been about filling me with everything he had. This was about timing. Accepting the pleasure. Lingering in it. Discovering the slowness. The rawness of his hot flesh sliding into mine.

  “I don’t either,” I moaned. “I don’t.”

  My body arched and quivered. Every time he pushed inside me I felt something new and different. As if we were being tied together. Sewn into each other’s skin.

  The fire crackled across the room. Vaughn circled his arms around me, landing on the ribbon he tied. He pulled on the end, loosening the knot until it fell from my wrists.

  He pulled his cock from me and I whimpered from the emptiness.

  But just as quickly he lifted me from the bed and laid me on the floor in front of the fire.

  My body burned for him. I thought I would burst into flames from the inside out, but he pushed my knees aside as he began to sink his cock inside me.

  His mouth landed on mine and he pushed inside. I groaned. I clawed and grasped at him. Our bodies crawled over each other. We rode each other. We kissed and fucked. Our bodies were slick with sweat. He pushed inside me, sending me to dark and carnal places. He flipped me on my stomach, taking me from behind. Before he neared his orgasm, he rolled on his back, tugging me to straddle him backward. I knew he was watching my every thrust as I slid over his shaft up and down. His hands splayed across my ass, inching closer to the forbidden zone. I didn’t know if I wanted it again or not, only that I loved fucking him like this. I was in control of the speed and the angles. We moved in rhythm. We lost our breath. We lost our minds.

  My hands caressed my breasts, massaging over my nipples.

  “You drive me fucking insane w
hen you do that, Em.”

  “Good,” I teased.

  I rubbed my palms over my hips before traveling back to my tits.

  “Fuck it,” he growled.

  He reared up, sending me forward.

  “Oh God,” I squealed. His cock popped from my entrance before he spread my knees wide. I was mesmerized by the flames in front of me.

  The blue and dancing light jumping between the logs. Searing and blistering as the fire licked and billowed in the grate. Just then the head of Vaughn’s shaft slid inside me as I struggled to find something to grasp. He was at a new level of animalistic intensity. It felt so incredible I hummed as my breathing turned to ragged pants.

  “Oh fuck me, Vaughn. Fuck me,” I begged.

  He sent a powerful stroke between my legs and I trembled with dizziness.

  “Like that?” he groaned.

  “Yes. Again. Please.”

  “I can’t fucking stop.”

  I stayed on my hands and knees as Vaughn fucked me one last time. I couldn’t last any longer. I was exhausted. I shook with weariness as he pinched and squeezed my nipple as it draped the pile of blankets and pillows we had brought with us to the floor.

  “You fucking belong to me, Em,” he growled.

  I bucked under him. Another orgasm was about to claim me.

  “Only if you belong to me,” I whispered back to him.

  “Shit,” he groaned. He pumped inside me, spilling his release in my walls. His body molded to mine.

  We collapsed in a heap on the floor. The fire was down to a pile of orange coals.

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  I rolled on my back. I wasn’t cold. Far from it. I was exhausted and sated at the same time. Vaughn stood to throw another log on the fire.

  I watched his body in amazement. Every line of him was perfect. Every muscle. Every limb.

  He took a few steps to the tray of food and brought it to the floor.

  “I forgot we had food in here.” I sat up to take few bites.

  “We have it all weekend.” He winked. “I didn’t really plan on leaving. I ordered the necessities: food, wine, and wood.”

  I smiled. “Then why come all the way out here?” I asked. “We could have done this at my place.”

  “I don’t remember you having a four-poster bed.”

  I looked at the bed over his shoulder. “True. I don’t.” I took a bite of cheese and cracker and greedily gulped the wine he offered. “Do you think there’s more use for it?”

  Vaughn picked up a strawberry. “At least a hundred more.” He said it with such seriousness I almost laughed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Vaughn wasn’t completely serious about not leaving the room. The next morning, we had breakfast in bed. Room service delivered a full cart of pastries, fruit, and coffee. After we ate we took a shower, allowing the steam to billow around us.

  “What do you want to do today?” Vaughn asked.

  “What are my choices?” I dabbed shampoo in the center of my palm and ran it through my hair.

  “Drive through the country side.” He counted off the options on his fingers. “Search for Civil War battlefields.”

  “Really?” I eyed him.

  “I did download a new crossword app.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

  I rinsed my hair before pressing into the hard planes of his chest.

  He laughed. “Or we could take in the winery. It’s right outside.”

  I grinned. “And turn down grassy fields of ancient battles?” I scrunched my nose.

  “If you insist on wine.” He gripped my bottom, sliding me against him. “Such a smartass.”

  I bit my lip, peering into his eyes. The water dripped from his lashes. He hadn’t shaved, and the stubble on his cheeks was irresistibly handsome on him. I sighed as his lips moved against mine with tender passion.

  After the shower I pulled on a pair of jeans and a button-up blue plaid shirt.

  The crisp air hit my nostrils when we ventured outside. We walked through the rows of grapes.

  “Try this one.” Vaughn plucked a reddish grape from the vine.

  “I don’t think you’re supposed to do that.” I looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

  “Open your mouth.” He grinned.

  “You are so very bad,” I whispered.

  “You like bad.”

  He touched the grape to my lips. My lips parted as he fed me. I bit into the fruit as his mouth crashed into mine.

  He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me from the ground. I hooked my boots against his waist. There was fever in the kiss. Hunger. Want. Thirst for more of last night.

  The world had tilted off its axis. Vaughn’s hands snaked up the back of my shirt. I struggled to find air in between kisses.

  There was a restlessness between us. I didn’t know if the vineyard could hold us. If the inn could. If there was a place that could contain what we had set on fire.

  My feet finally touched the soil again and I tried to find my balance. I looked in his eyes.

  “The wine tasting?” I nodded in the direction of one of the tasting barns. I’d read in one of the brochures in the lobby that there were three here.

  “Right.” He started in that direction. “Wine tasting.”

  I settled into a stride next to him.

  “Have you done this before?” I asked.

  “No. First tasting.”

  “I’ve done some, but not at a winery. It’s beautiful here.”

  “It’s good to get away from D.C.”

  “How is work going?” I always felt like I pried when I asked about his job, but there was a new connection between us.

  His eyes were set on the red barn in front of us. “You know my work isn’t very interesting.”

  “I don’t know that. You don’t talk about it much. You must like something about it.”

  “It’s numbers. Investors. Lots of travel. There isn’t much to discuss. Very dry business.”

  “Do you know of any trips coming up?”

  “I don’t usually know until I have to fly out. It’s one of the drawbacks.”

  “Do you think you’ll stay in the field? In investments?” I wanted to know what challenges he liked. What inspired him. Was it numbers, or was it the job he used to have? The one he never revealed.

  “Let’s not talk about work. We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”

  “But I—”

  He slid the sunglasses from his eyes. His damn gorgeous eyes got me every time. I decided not to press him anymore.

  “Do you want to go get day drunk with me or not?”

  I smiled. “I do. Very much so.”

  “Then let’s go.” He led me into the barn.

  I didn’t expect to see so many people inside. The inn was almost empty, but the wine tasting was packed. I looked up at two crystal chandeliers suspended from sturdy beams running overhead.

  Vaughn and I started at one end of the barn and listened while the sommelier explained the pairings.

  We moved on to the second station when I felt my phone buzz.

  “Hold on just a second.” I winced. “I’m sorry it’s work.” I stepped outside, aggravated Meg had called.

  “Hi,” I answered.

  “I’m so sorry to call you on your weekend away, but I thought you needed to know about this.”

  “What is it?” I rushed her. I wanted to get back inside.

  “Lana Foley hasn’t returned any of my calls.”

  “She hasn’t confirmed the Monday deposition?”

  “No,” Meg answered. “I’ve left messages on her cell. I emailed her personal accounts and I haven’t heard back for the past three days.”

  I exhaled. “Maybe she isn’t somewhere where she can respond.” She was supposed to tell her husband about the baby and the senator before the deposition.

  If she hadn’t talked to him yet it made sense she wouldn’t answer Meg’s calls.

  “For three days? I think you n
eed to try and see if you can reach her. Maybe she’ll answer if it’s you instead of me.”

  “It shouldn’t make a difference. This is her case. If she wants to sue him, she has to show up.” I lectured as if Meg was responsible.

  “But what if it’s something else?”

  I could see Vaughn through the sliding farm doors of the barn. He was listening intently to the lesson on the next wine. He stood out in the small gathering. I would have noticed him in any crowded room. The way he held his frame. His strong arms. His eyes.

  “It’s Saturday, Meg. Saturday.” It almost came out as a whine.

  “Have I ever called you on Saturday before?” she prodded.

  “No.”

  “I’ll text you her number. Can you at least call? Please?”

  I shook my head. Lana Foley’s case was chipping away at my time with Vaughn.

  “All right. Send it over and I’ll try to call her.”

  “Thank you, Emily. I just hope she’s ok.”

  “Why wouldn’t she be ok?” I stopped before I let myself finish the thought. “I’ll call you right back.”

  I hung up and waited for the text.

  Vaughn strolled out of the barn, carrying a tiny cup. “You missed the pear apricot one.” He dropped the sexy smile. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

  “It’s a client. She’s not responding to us and we have a huge deposition with her Monday. I need to try to make a few calls. I’m sorry.” I looked at him with regret. I knew I was letting the outside world into our bubble.

  “I’ll walk you back to the room. You can make all the calls you need to.”

  “Are you sure?” I hated it. I hated work. Right now I had some not-so-nice things to say about Lana Foley.

  “Of course. I’ll do some work too. I brought my laptop in case.” He tossed the cup into a bin.

  “We shouldn’t be working. I’m sorry. Really sorry.”

  “No apologies. Come on. I’ll get you back to the room. Hop on.”

  I looked at Vaughn as he stooped to lower his back.

  “Piggy back ride?”

  “Hop on.”

  I giggled as I jumped from the ground.

  “Hang on.”

  I secured my arms around his shoulders as he started to jog toward the inn. That was the moment I realized that beneath the confidence and the polished sexy exterior. Behind his smoldering bedroom eyes, Vaughn was fun.