It’s him. Standing in the middle of my little shop. In a black short sleeve polo shirt that shows off his tan and hugs his biceps. Dark denim that shows off his trim waist and massive thighs. Our eyes meet and I’m fucking lost. Then I notice the women he’s speaking to, and my heart sinks.
They look like the kind of women a man like him dates. Perfectly colored and professionally styled blond hair. Perfectly manicured nails in a deep shade of purple. Perfectly made up and accessorized. Perfect. I’m suddenly aware of my unpolished nails, messy updo, and department store jeans. I want to dive behind the counter.
My planner clatters to the ground and papers skate across the floor. Like a true professional, I drop to my knees and start scrubbing around on the tile to collect them.
“Please, let me take care of that.” A charming smile spreads across his face as he takes my hand in his own and lifts me from the floor. I sink into a chair and he squats down, giving me the opportunity to admire his perfectly muscled ass. And I’m not the only one. The mother and daughter pair next to me are both staring at him unabashedly.
“You know Nash Manning?” The daughter mouths to me. I shake my head and then he’s back on his feet, presenting me with my planner and papers.
“I’m sorry to bother you at work,” he says. “But I had to see you again. Do you have a minute?”
“I don’t. My next appointment is already here.” I motion to the two women sitting next to me.
“We don’t mind a bit,” the young woman says.
“Take all the time you need,” her mother adds.
“That’s very generous of you,” I say as I lead him to my office. “This will just take a moment.”
He follows me inside and I close the door behind us.
“What are you doing here?” I struggle to keep my voice low. A mix of emotions are swirling through me. Surprise. Anger. Insane happiness.
“I have to admit, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
“I suppose most women usually are.”
“Aren’t you even a little impressed that I found you so quickly.”
“You know my name and my career, and you had 12 hours and several billion dollars at your disposal. So no, I’m not terribly impressed.”
“I guess I’ll have to work harder.”
“I’m pretty sure I made it clear that I want to restrict our interactions to the club. And now my best friend and several clients know about you.”
“You’re a bright woman. I’m sure you’ll find some way to explain it.”
“What were you thinking coming here?”
“I can’t wait until the weekend to see you again.”
“Can’t you find someone else to stick your dick in during the week so I can run my business? I’m sure one of the blondes you were talking to out there would oblige.”
He examines me closely. “I detect a hint of jealousy. That gives me hope.”
I turn away. “I can’t do this now. I have clients waiting out there.”
“I’ll leave, and I promise not to come back here, if you give me your cell number.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Do you want to get rid of me or not?”
“Ugh.” I grab a slip of paper off my desk, scribble my number on it, and thrust it into his outstretched hand. He practically beams.
“You don’t know how happy you’ve just made me,” he says as he turns to leave.
He stops by the door. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulls a long slim jewelry case from his pocket and hands it to me.
“Let’s see if that does anything to impress you.”
I flip the case open and my jaw drops at the beautiful necklace within. Not because it’s crusted with diamonds or has an emerald the size of a marble. Instead, it’s a perfect hammered metal copy of the small bluebird tattoo on my hip. I didn’t think he had even noticed it, much less committed every detail of it to memory.
“How did you-“
“I’ll see you Friday, beautiful.” He says, and then he’s gone.
“Maria is coming in to watch the counter this afternoon, and your 11:30 just cancelled, so let’s head into your office for some lunch and girl talk, because I have a feeling you may have left a few key details out this morning.” Jordan holds up a bag from a deli down the street and nods towards our shared office.
He showed up here. And brought me a spectacular gift. And he can’t wait to see me again. These new developments have left me terrified, but there’s also a new spring in my step. I need my best girl’s advice; it’s time to clue her in on everything.
“You better start spilling it, girl,” she says as she closes the door. She sinks into the chair next to me and portions out our food.
“Yeah. So, the guy that made me come like his own personal fuck doll wasn’t just any old stud. It was Nash.” I grab a few napkins and spread them over my lap.
“It was Nash. I love how you’re on a first name basis with the city’s most eligible bachelor and I don’t know about it until 12 hours later.” She takes half of the tuna salad on wheat from the wax paper and switches it out with half of the turkey club.
“I know! I know how crazy it is.” I pop open my can of Diet Coke and take my two halves of the sandwich from her, balancing the wax paper on my lap.
“Nothing good can come from fooling with a man like that. He can have any pussy he wants.”
“But right now he wants mine!”
She gives me some serious side eye as she pops open the bag of sea salt and vinegar chips and shakes a few chips out. “How many women has he slept with at the crazy club you went to the other night? Dozens?” She shakes her head. “Strike that. Probably hundreds.”
“Traditional sex isn’t really his thing,” I say. “It’s more that he puts on a performance with the women. Kind of a mutual masturbation type thing.”
She looks at me like I just sprouted an extra nose on my face. “You’re talking so crazy right now, I don’t even know you.”
“I know! It’s insane.” I tear into my sandwich and pause to chew. “Nothing good will come of it. I understand that. But he made me feel so hot and sexy, like I was the most irresistible woman on the planet. And you know how much I needed that.” Because she knows everything about me. Even the really bad stuff.
“What you need is to start dating a better class of men.”
“You’re right, I need to do better than the super hot billionaire who gave me several orgasms the other night, is now totally enamored with me, and stopped by to drop off a gift this morning.”
“A gift?” she perks up.
I hold up the necklace from around my neck and she leans in to inspect it.
“That looks just like-”
“I know, right?”
She leans back in her chair. “Well, shit.” She balls up the wax paper and throws it into the waste basket across the room.
I reach for the paper bag and rustle around in it. “Didn’t you get any cookies?”
“Nah, they were already sold out of the good ones. They only had raisin ones left.”
I grimace and we both dissolve into laughter.
“You know, I’m not trying to ruin your fun.” She puts her hand out, palm up, on the table between us. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“I know. But I need this right now.” I lay my hand on top of hers and she squeezes it tight.
“Then go out and get it, girl.”
She chose the smallest attachment this time, and I’m confused. Until I coax the first orgasm from her body. She lifted herself on her knees, edges forward, and guides the small appendage into her tight ass.
I lean forward in my chair. I don’t want to miss a second of this show.
She grinds her hips against the Sybian and throws her head back in pleasure. I play with the controls, varying the intensity of the vibrations and the tempo of the rotation.
“Oh God.” Her eyes roll back into her head and she moves her hands to her perfect
tits. She cups them as she pinches her puckered nipples. Her mouth hangs open and she’s panting. I love how unguarded she’s becoming.
She jerks and gives a little squeak and I watch, mesmerized, as another orgasm tears through her. I hate that I’m in this chair, four feet from the thing I want most in this world. I should be kissing her neck, stroking her hair, holding her in my arms. She was made to worship, but I’m too chickenshit to get between her legs and do it. Not without an invitation. She’s opening up to me, but there’s still that part of her that’s like a fawn in the woods. You can lure her out with a perfectly ripe apple, but a sudden move and she’ll run forever.
I turn off the controls and give her a moment to recover. I rub at the bulge in my pants with the palm of my hand as she shifts her weight and arranges herself into a new position.
She’s spread open before my like a buffet, and I can’t stop my mouth from watering. She’s squatting over the toy as she leans back with her weight on her hands. It’s the most perfect reverse cowgirl I’ve ever seen. She spreads her legs wide for me, so I can see her spectacular pussy. Her outer lips are pale and swollen, and plump pink flesh peeks out from beneath them.
“Spread your pussy and show me your clit,” I say.
She gives me a wicked grin. “I think I’m going to need a hand. Or anything else you can spare.”
I’m kneeling between her thighs before she has a chance to change her mind. I run my hands up and down her perfect legs and then repeat the process with my mouth. I lick the salty sweat from her thigh and nibble her calf. I kiss her ankles and nuzzle her knees. I slide my hands under her ass cheeks as she grinds against the toy buried deep in her puckered hole. I knead her muscled flesh and she groans.
“My pussy. Please.”
I rub the pads of my thumbs against the tender skin between her inner thighs and labia, tracing slow circles and lazy figure eights while she bucks against me, eager for my touch. I pull her outer lips apart and she opens for me like a flower. Her clit is exposed to me, angry red and throbbing, but I’m not done teasing yet. I trace every wet fold with the tip of my index finger, my touch barely a whisper against her skin.
“Christ, you’re such a bastard.” Ecstasy and agony are mixed together in the grimace on her face. My finger strays lower, to her tight entrance, and I ease it into her wet cunt. I try to go slow, but she sucks me into her tight opening.
“You’ve got a greedy pussy,” I tease and then I put my mouth to work on her nipples while I give her a nice slow finger fuck, still avoiding all contact with her clit. I feel the vibrations from the toy in her ass as I suckle at her heavy breasts. I pull her nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and tug on them with my lips. She groans with pleasure and I increase my efforts.
I feel her heart pounding against her chest and her breath starts coming even faster. When she starts making sounds that are only vaguely human, I move my other hand to her pussy and pluck at her engorged clit. I feel her start to pulse against my finger and then she explodes on my hand with a gush of fluid when I pull my finger free.
I’ve never made a woman squirt before and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I immediately want more. I slide two fingers into her and massage her clit with my thumb. It only takes a few strong strokes and her legs are shaking again and she gushes again when I pull my fingers out.
“I can’t take anymore.” She pushes my hands away and slides off the Sybian. I sit cross-legged and pull her onto my lap. I kiss her lips and tug on her nipples and then I snake my hand between her legs and drain a few more teaspoons of sweetness from her pussy. She lays there like a rag doll, curled against my chest, and then she lets one hand stray lower to my crotch and she palms my bulge.
“How are we going to take care of this?” she looks up at me through her long lashes.
“I want your pussy.”
She hesitates, and then looks away. “I can’t. Not yet.”
I turn her chin back to me, so we’re staring into each other’s eyes again. “I’ll wait.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “However long it takes. I’ll wait.”
The warmth returns to her eyes and she smiles. “I can do some pretty amazing things with my mouth, or my hands, or my tits, or my ass cheeks.”
“Decisions, decisions.” I kiss her mouth while she reaches down to unbuckle my belt.
It takes me all of ten seconds to get his pants off. The briefs come next and I groan involuntarily when his giant cock springs free. I want him so much. I don’t understand what I’m so damn afraid of.
“Lay on your back.” I give him a playful push and he stretches out next to me. I lean over and kiss the thick cords of muscle in his neck. I trace his pecs with the tip of my tongue. I trace the curve of his armpit with my fingertips. I’m so enchanted with this man. With every inch of him.
I slide my body along his as I move lower, rubbing hot sweaty skin against hot sweaty skin. I straddle his legs and he moans when I settle my wet pussy against his thigh.
I cup one breast in my hand and lower it to his throbbing cock. He jerks in my hand as I trace every landmark on his erection with my swollen nipple. Up and down the ridge of sensitive tissue along the underside. Around the bulbous head. Across the slit dripping precum. Over every throbbing vein.
He thrusts against the air as I play with him. Tickling his heavy sac with my fingertips. Running my finger up and down his perineum. Flipping my head so my long hair caresses him. Kissing the skin of his navel and upper thighs, but avoiding contact with anything more precious.
I give him a few light strokes with my hand. He gets close and I pull my hand away, reveling in the groan of frustration and the wet slap of his cock against his belly.
I crawl forward on my knees until I’m hovering over his cock.
“You can’t be inside me, but there are other ways you can have my pussy.” I lower my swollen wet cunt onto the underside of his cock. The contact is electric. He fits perfectly, sandwiched between my lips and his navel. I slide my hips back and forth and massage him with the length of my wet seam. My clit travels the length of his iron-hard shaft. He takes my hips in his hands and moves me faster, like I’m his fuck doll. I reach behind my back and cradle his balls.
I thought he might not come this way, but I should have saved myself the worry. His fingers dig into my hips and every muscle in his perfectly formed torso stands out as he bellows and shoots his cum between us. It falls onto his chest but I quickly scoop it up and rub it over my body. I want his mark on me when I leave tonight.
He grabs my hand as we leave the room but I shake free of his grasp. He pretends it doesn’t bother him.
“Want to get a drink in the bar?” He leans in close and bumps my arm with his own.
“I really need to get home.” It’s true. Technically. “I have to be in to the shop early tomorrow to cover for someone on vacation.” I collect my coat and phone from the coat check/security station as I breeze by. He does the same and hustles to keep up with me.
“It doesn’t have to be here,” he says on the elevator ride down to the ground floor. “We can grab something anyplace you want. I’m not trying to hide you, you know.”
“I wish you were.” Things would be easier that way. For both of us.
He punches the button that stops the elevator and turns to face me.
“Why?” he asks. “Would being seen in public with me be so horrible?”
“Not for you, but it would be for me.”
“I don’t understand.” He throws his hands up in frustration.
I’m frustrated, too. I rest my hands on my hips and lean toward him. “Guys like you don’t end up with girls like me.”
“Says who?”
“Says society. We’d be the laughingstock of the newsroom, and I’m the one who’d take the brunt of it.”
“Who cares what they say?”
“I do,” I practically scream, “because it hurts like hell. I’m not ready to face it. I can just imagine you bringing me h
ome. The entire time your family would be wondering why you didn’t choose one of the many models, movie stars, or socialites that have graced your arm over the years.”
“I-”
“And why didn’t you choose one of them?” I move closer and poke a finger into his chest. “What is it about me that drives you so wild? Because I have a hard time buying it myself.”
“You don’t want to know, Evie.”
“Yes I do,” I say as I push against his chest with the palms of both hands. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“You want the whole ugly truth?”
“I do. I need it.” I pound my hands against his chest.
He grasps my wrists and looks me in the eyes. “You’re the first woman I’ve been physically intimate with in years. Years, Evie.”
He lowers his head, I stop pounding against his chest. “And it’s not because I didn’t want to. I wasn’t able to.” My hands clutch at his shirt. I lean in and rest my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me.
“I’m not some prize, Evie. Not like everyone thinks. I’m a barely functional man who spent years dealing with a distant father and a disappointed mother. I tried to tough it out, I always have tried to tough everything out. I joined the service because my father was thinking of running for public office and my mother thought it would help his chances. And I wanted the chance to be part of a real family. But then I got into a situation I couldn’t tough out, and it broke me. Utterly and completely. And they didn’t give a goddamn. They locked me up in a padded room and pumped me full of meds until I was a zombie. I couldn’t feel anything.”
“That’s not how people see you. You always look so strong and sexy and put together.”
“My family spends a great deal of money and wields a great deal of influence to make sure that’s how I’m portrayed.”
The elevator buzzes and he pushes the button to start it moving again.
“I want to talk about this more,” I say.
“I do, too. But not here.”
He leads me by the hand through the restaurant on the ground floor and I let him. I welcome his touch now that I understand the intensity of it. And his honesty moves me.
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