by Reilly, Cora
There was hunger on his face. “Remember your promise?”
My eyes darted toward the bed, then back to Adrian who didn’t try to come closer. “You’re already dressed for work.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“The answer is the same as yesterday. I won’t sleep with you.” Disappointment flashed across Adrian’s face, which was quickly replaced by a more controlled expression. “Not yet,” I added. Why had I said that? “After how things went last time, I don’t want to rush into things again.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you now.”
I lifted my eyebrows.
He chuckled. “Okay. I want to tear that towel off your body and take you right here on the spot, but--” He moved toward me. The smell of his spicy aftershave and roasted beans flooded my nose. “This is only about you. I want to give you a taste of what you’ll get if you agree to be my lover. Let me convince you.” He bent over me and licked my collarbone, catching a water droplet with his tongue. An ache was forming between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, suppressing a moan.
He drew back until our eyes met and I was caught in the heat of his gaze. Nobody had ever looked at me like that. I licked my lips. “Okay,” I breathed out. “But the towel stays on.”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “The towel stays on,” he agreed softly, then he ushered Bruno out of the room and closed the door. Oh God, what had I agreed to?
I backed up until my calves hit the bed and my toes curled in the soft carpet, then I waited for Adrian to close the gap between us. He brought his hand up and cupped my cheek, then captured my lips in a kiss. He wrapped an arm around my back and carefully lowered us onto the bed. The mattress dipped under our combined weight. He settled beside me, one arm under my neck. The fingers of his other hand brushed the edge of my towel where it touched my chest. My nipples hardened and pressed against the towel. Adrian took his time letting his eyes wander over my body until they settled on my breasts. Adrian ran a finger around them, then grazed my nipples with his knuckles, sending spikes of desire into my belly. I buried my face in his shoulder to stop a moan.
“No,” Adrian said in a rough tone. “Let me see your face.”
I settled back against the pillow, my skin hot as I met Adrian’s gaze. He trailed a finger over my nipples, back and forth, until I regretted having said that the towel should stay on. I wanted to feel him without a barrier between us. As if reading my thoughts, Adrian slipped a finger below the towel and brushed it across my left nipple. Every time his fingertip touched me, my toes curled with pleasure. He kissed my neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His mouth was hot against my skin as he nibbled and kissed and sucked and licked. He removed his finger from under the towel, but before I could miss the contact, he pinched my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, wetness pooling between my legs. He twisted my nub between his fingers, slowly rolling it back and forth. The additional friction of the towel sent jolts of lust through my body until I wasn’t sure I could take any more.
“Your body is so fucking responsive,” he murmured against the skin of my collarbone.
I hummed and pressed my thighs together to alleviate some of the tension building up in my core. Adrian slid his hand over my ribcage, down my stomach and hip, then he pulled apart my legs. I made a sound of protest, which turned into a whimper when he trailed his fingers over my pussy. He folded back the hem of the towel, revealing my glistening folds. I was still mostly bare, except for a few soft new hairs.
“Fuck,” Adrian growled. He spread me even wider and slowly ran a finger over the length of my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Tell me how many men have touched you like this,” he ordered roughly.
“Only you,” I gasped.
“Yes,” he said harshly. “Mine.”
Adrian dipped his finger into my opening, just barely, coating his fingertip with my wetness, then spread it gently over my folds. “I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said in a low voice.
I arched my back and he kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, then he gently sucked at my lower lip and caught it between his teeth while his finger drew lazy circles on my clit. “If you agree to my offer,” he murmured against my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the skin beneath it. “I’ll lick and suck your sweet pussy until you scream.” He drew my earlobe into his mouth, then softly bit down. I clutched at his shirt, curling my fingers around the crisp fabric. “I’ll show you pleasure unlike anything you can even imagine. I can teach you so much if you let me, Nora.”
I was falling apart, any moment now I was going to burst, to combust, to lose my mind. Adrian slipped his finger back into me and slowly started pumping in and out; his thumb circled my clit, driving me higher and higher toward a peak I’d never reached before.
“I’m going to break the rules,” Adrian whispered against the hollow between my breasts, then he nudged the towel down, revealing my nipples.
I curved my spine, and Adrian took the invitation and closed his hot lips around my nipple. His tongue darted out, barely brushing my sensible skin. His fingers down below got faster, in and out, circling, driving me insane. He pulled back, blowing on my nipple. “I’ve never been so hard. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your hot warmth.” He sucked at my nipple hard, his fingers slipping into my core faster, and then he grazed my clit with his fingernail, and I exploded. Waves of pleasure shot through me, drowning me with their vehemence. I buckled, my head rising off the pillow. Adrian’s lips collided with mine, swallowing my moans. For a moment my vision turned black, my toes curled and my muscles tightened until it became almost painful. My body trembled as it slowly came down from the high.
I released Adrian’s white shirt, which was now too crumpled for him to wear to work, and one button was actually lose. “I ruined your shirt,” I said in a raspy voice, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.
Adrian laughed, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “It was worth it.”
I had to agree with him. Slowly I opened my eyes, but I didn’t sit up, actually embarrassed to face Adrian. “So what do you say? Will you be my lover?” He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face until I was looking into his eyes. My lips felt swollen and if his were any indication they probably looked that way too. I nodded.
Adrian smiled, then pressed another kiss against my mouth and straightened, glancing at his watch, an expensive Breitling. “Now I really will be late.”
“I should get going too,” I said, wrapping the towel around me. Adrian stood and I did too, not sure what to do now.
“How will you get into your apartment?” He asked from the doorway.
I picked up my phone. Amy had left five messages for me. “Amy is home. She’ll let me in.”
“Good,” he said distractedly, taking his iPhone out of his pocket and scrolling through emails. “I’ll have to change. Do you want to take a shower and let yourself out later?” After what just happened I definitely needed another shower.
I shook my head. “No, I’ll just get dressed and shower at home.”
He nodded, still focused on his screen. He opened the door and stepped into the hall, then disappeared from my view. I didn’t know what I’d expected. I wrapped my arms around myself. Adrian had made it clear that he didn’t want an emotional attachment and I’d agreed to a physical relationship with him, so I had no reason to feel so…rejected. Bruno ambled into the guestroom. I quickly got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, grabbed my purse and my phone, then tiptoed into the hallway.
Adrian’s voice was coming from the living room. “That is bullshit. We won’t accept that. You go against everything we agreed on.” He sounded angry and cold. Probably something work-related.
I slipped out of his apartment and shut the door without a sound. I put my high heels on and hurried toward the elevator, suddenly wanting to leave.
When I passed the lobby desk, a new and much older concierge sat behind it, but I ignored
him and practically ran outside. The air was cool and fresh – cleansed from the rain. My eyes darted up to Adrian’s apartment. Why had I agreed to be his lover?
Because I’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm ever and I had a feeling it would only get better. I didn’t even want to imagine what Amy would say to all that. But hadn’t she been the one to tell me this was about lust, not love? So becoming Adrian’s lover was the logical choice. Just sex and pure lust, no strings attached, no emotions involved. Easy as that.
I strode over to the entrance of my building. Who was I kidding? I was never good at keeping my emotions out of things. I couldn’t even deal with Adrian’s quasi dismissal of me moments ago. How would I keep my heart protected if I allowed myself to sleep with Adrian again? And maybe more than only once?
I jabbed the bell button and a moment later, Amy voice came through the speakers, almost drowned out by static. “Nora?”
“Yes, it’s me.” She let me in and waited for me on our floor, looking worried. She took in my crumpled appearance, her brows drawing together. “What happened?”
“Long story,” I said, taking my keys from her and heading toward my apartment. Bruno tried to dig his paws into the floor, reluctant to leave Amy again. “Can I tell you later?”
“You have exactly thirty minutes to clean yourself up. I expect you in my apartment for breakfast. Don’t be late or I’ll pick you up.”
I smiled. “I’ll be there.”
I closed the door behind myself and leaned against it, the smile dropping from my face. There was a tightness in my chest. Even now, only minutes after I’d left Adrian’s apartment, I could already sense that my feelings for him were growing. It wasn’t love, but more than lust.
I wanted that big happy ending with Adrian, the forever kind, but maybe I’d have to settle for many small sexual happy endings instead. I’d have to put on my big girl panties and deal with my emotions, stash them somewhere deep inside where they wouldn’t get in the way of my thing with Adrian. I didn’t even have an actual name for what Adrian and I had agreed on.
I walked toward my wardrobe and grabbed a few clean clothes, then began unbuttoning the two remaining buttons of my blouse. My eyes found the window out of habit and my fingers froze. There was a huge piece of paper attached to Adrian’s window. I walked closer to my own and picked up my binoculars, pointing them at the sign.
Come over tonight. I can’t wait to make it up to you again.
A smile spread on my face. Adrian hadn’t dismissed or forgotten about me the moment I was out of his door. Maybe there was a chance for my happy ending. Lust could turn into love.
Let me convince you, Adrian.
About the Author
Cora Reilly is the author of erotic romance and New Adult novels. She lives in one of the ugliest cities of the world with too many pets and only one husband. She’s a lover of good vegetarian food, wine and books, and she wants nothing more than to travel the world.
