He still hasn’t said anything to me as I follow him back down the corridor and into the conference room. He opens the door for me and stands to the side, allowing me to walk through ahead of him. I step into the room and wait for him to follow. Maybe I’ve done something to piss him off. I don’t know why he hasn’t said a word to me since we left the lobby. I try to think of what to say, but before I have the chance to say anything at all, the door slams shut and I’m pulled backwards. In an instant, I’m pushed back against the hard wood, pinned, with the sexiest lips I’ve ever encountered delivering a punishing kiss and stealing my breath.
Chapter Seven
Cade
I’ve been waiting to kiss her since the moment she walked into the conference room this morning, and I made the decision to act on my desire the minute she said she left her sunglasses up here.
As soon as I close the door, I can’t control myself. I press her up against it and take her lips. They’re just as soft and plump as I remember. I couldn’t get them, or her, off my mind the whole weekend. I slip my hands up to the sides of her face, holding her still, while my lips devour hers. I soften the kiss a bit because the last thing I want to do is hurt her. Her hands fly up around my neck and she slides her fingers into my hair.
Fuck.
She did that to me the other night at the beach and it went straight to my dick, making me hard as steel in seconds. History is repeating itself right now. I press my body up against hers harder, making sure she can feel what she’s doing to me. I want her to feel how hard and turned on I am even though I know nothing can happen right now. Based on the moans and little whimpers of pleasure she’s making low in her throat, I’m sure she’s just as turned on as I am. I bet if I lift her skirt up right now and reach inside to swipe my fingers across her pussy, she’d be soaked. I’m trying not to get too carried away though, because, at some point, someone is going to come looking for us, so I turn my attention back to the kiss.
She tastes so sweet, like some sort of fruity lip-gloss that I want to lick, so I do. I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip and then pull back to give us the chance to catch our breaths. When our eyes meet, I notice her pupils are wide and her eyes are glazed over with a dreamy look I’m convinced would mirror my own. We’re both breathing hard. I lean down and press my forehead against hers, tracing my thumb across the path my tongue just took along her bottom lip. I can feel her warm breath float against it.
“I’ve wanted to do that all fucking day.”
She smiles shyly, her eyes not quite meeting mine. She’s looks embarrassed to say it, as evidenced by the blush pinking her cheeks. “Funny. It’s all I’ve been thinking about too.”
I’m surprised by her revelation, not so much that it’s the truth, just that she chose to admit it to me.
“Well, that and other things.” She smirks at her implication and takes a quick swipe at my thumb with her tongue.
I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder than I already am.
“As much as I’d like to explore what other things you had in mind, we should probably head back to the lobby. They’re going to send a search party out for us soon.” I pull back from her and let her peel herself away from the door, noting the quick look of disappointment cross her face. Probably the same one I had on mine after I said it. She walks around me and heads over to the conference table to look for her glasses, her skirt pulled tight against her ass as she walks.
Yeah, watching is probably not a good idea unless I want to stay hard.
Turning around to face the door, I try to get my body under control, and after a few minutes I feel composed enough to face her. She’s still looking all around the table when she looks up at me and says, “I know they must be up here. I wonder where I left them?”
Now, I know I shouldn’t be proud of myself for my deception, but I actually am because it meant I got to kiss her the way I’d been dying to since I left her Friday night on the beach. I pull the sunglasses out of my suit pocket, my smile too hard to hide when I see hers break into one too. “Huh. Look at that. Must have fallen into my pocket. What are the odds?” One good thing obviously did come out of our near disastrous game of footsie earlier. I found her sunglasses by her chair and slipped them in my pocket, hoping they would give me the opportunity to get her alone. It worked. Thank fuck I had an extra pen in my pocket too, to give her when I crawled out from under the table. That would have been hard to explain, as would the hard-on I’d sported the minute I touched those silky, hose-covered legs of hers. There was no way I was slipping out from under the table without getting to touch those legs.
She laughs as she walks over to me by the door and reaches out to take the glasses from my hand, shaking her head in disbelief. I pull them back out of her reach before asking, “Come see me tonight. I have to stay at the restaurant until closing, but I want to see you again.”
A moment of indecision passes over her face and then she smiles, looking down at her feet as her cheeks start to blush. “Okay.”
That was easier than I thought it would be.
***
I’m finished with all my paperwork and other closing duties by the time two a.m. rolls around and the last guest leaves the restaurant. I rushed through everything, hoping Nora would show up like she said she would, but it’s closer to three a.m. now, and she still hasn’t shown. So much for my high hopes tonight. I guess she changed her mind.
Nikolas left about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m the last one here. No point in staying, I suppose. I’m behind the bar top, my back to the door, putting away a few things before heading out when I hear the front doors open. I got sidetracked and never went to lock them after Nik left.
“We’re closed,” I yell out, putting the last liquor bottle in my hands on the bottom shelf and turning around. But it’s not some random stranger looking back at me.
She came.
Nora’s here.
My heart beats way past its usual pace, threatening to leap from my chest, and that’s when I realize just how much this girl affects me. I didn’t realize how disappointed I was that she didn’t show until she finally did.
“Hi.” It’s all she says, with a nervous smile, unable to look me in the eyes. She’s unsure if coming was the right idea or not, I can tell, but it is, and I’m determined to prove it to her.
“Hey,” I reply to her one-word greeting with my own, as I make my way back around to the front of the bar. She looks nervous as I walk in her direction, but I don’t head straight to her. I step in behind her and lock the door, flipping off the lights in the main dining room so only the emergency lights cast a glow over us. I turn around to face her even though she still has her back to me. I walk up and stand behind her, my chest almost flush with her back, close enough she can feel my breath on the back of her neck. She’s wearing another tank top, like when we first met, only this one’s pink and doing nothing to hide her arousal at my closeness. Her nipples are peaked and hard, straining against her bra and soft cotton fabric. Without moving the rest of my body, I lift my hands and run my fingers down each of her arms, starting at her shoulders and stopping somewhere near her wrists. In the dim bar lighting, I can see the goose bumps popping up on her flesh and I can hear her breathing speed up. She may be nervous, but she’s turned on. So am I.
I walk around to her side and take her hand in mine, and start leading her out toward the patio door onto the enclosed waterfront deck. The security windows are already pulled down and locked, and the shades are already covering the windows, so it’s dark when we walk in. I stop at the control panel and turn on a few of the lights so I can see her. I want to be able to see her. To watch her fall apart underneath me. I direct her ahead of me, straight to the corner spot at the bar she sat in the night we met. The night I jokingly told her I wanted to do naughty things to her in this very spot. Only, it wasn’t a joke. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was a promise, and I intend to make good on it right now.
When she stop
s in front of the bar, I spin her around to face me. I pull her body tight against mine, tilting her face up towards me. I desperately need to control myself. I want to ravage her, but I want to make this last because I don’t know how many more chances she’s going to give me, if she gives me any at all. She hasn’t said no, so I touch her lips with mine, giving her a firm, sensual kiss I cut short all too soon. I want to leave her wanting more. When I pull my lips away and press my forehead to hers, I trace my thumb along her plump bottom lip. I’ve noticed I do that a lot with her. There’s something about touching that swollen flesh, and knowing I’m the one who causes it, brings out this primal urge in me. I run my hands slowly down her body, landing at her waist. Her eyes are completely focused on mine, full of anticipation as I lift her up and sit her on the bar top, opening her legs wide for me and stepping in between them. I run my hands back up over her thighs and to her waist, then slip them under the fabric of her shirt and lift it higher and higher, grazing her skin with my fingers as I get the shirt up and over her head. The minute the shirt clears her face, she grabs me and presses her lips to mine.
She nips my bottom lip and then kisses away the sting, adding a quick little lick for good measure. This girl has me on the verge of coming in my pants like a teenage boy touching his first boob. I take back control, keeping things at my pace. Kissing along her jaw, I reach around to her back and unclasp her bra as she’s tugging on my hair. She lets go long enough for me to pull the straps down her arms and toss the bra somewhere in the general vicinity of her shirt.
God, her tits are perfect.
Round, plump, the perfect handful with the pinkest nipples. A generous size C if I had to guess. Whatever size they are, they’re absolutely gorgeous, all natural, and at least for the time being, all mine. Her hands land back in my hair, urging me forward as if seeking out the touch she’s desperately craving. I run my hands over the tight curves of her hips and taut stomach until I reach her breasts, taking them firmly in my hands and running my thumbs over her hardened nipples, never taking my eyes off hers. She shivers at my touch and I lean in, licking one of the tight buds as I stare into her eyes. The intensity is too much for her to bear as she closes her eyes in pleasure. That’s my cue to move from light, teasing licks to full on devouring. I knead her soft flesh as I savor one nipple and then the other, sucking the hard peaks into my mouth and running my tongue over the sweet tips. The moan that escapes from her lips when I lightly bite down and hold her nipple between my teeth, tells me there’s a naughty side to Nora. One who likes a bit of pain lurking underneath her pleasure. A naughty side I clearly hope I get the chance to explore.
I pull my lips away and urge her to lean back on her elbows. As much as I want to keep sucking her luscious nipples, there’s something else I’m dying to suck on instead. When I reach for the button of her shorts, her breathing is heavy and erratic, but her eyes don’t leave my fingers. She watches me unsnap the button and drag the zipper down slowly. She lifts her hips slightly off the bar so I can pull her shorts down her tanned legs and throw them off into the growing pile of her attire. Only one more scrap of lace stands between me and paradise.
She’s soaked, the lacy fabric practically transparent because of the wetness, and I can’t resist touching her through the wet material. “Mmmm. Gorgeous. You’re so wet for me, Nora.” Another moan escapes from her lips as I pull the flimsy fabric aside, and run my fingers along her pussy, spreading the wetness up and around her clit. I can’t wait to taste her, so when I’m sure her eyes are back on mine, I take my coated fingers and push them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. She’s locked on my erotic display as I suck my fingers clean. “So, so sweet.”
Taking her by the waist again, I bury my nose against her soaked center and inhale deeply, relishing in the scent of her arousal. Not wasting any more time, I loop my fingers under the sides of the panties, slide them down her legs, and toss them aside. I spread her wide in front of me, pulling a bar stool to either side so she has something to rest her feet on, keeping her open to me just the way I want her. Such a pretty pink, just like her nipples, and the flesh is glistening even more now with her excitement. I run my fingers back over her pussy and spread the wetness around her clit again. Separating her lips slightly, I take one long, slow lick up her center. She practically bucks up off the bar at the warm touch of my tongue, so I do it again and suck her clit into my mouth. A few flicks of my tongue, and I can tell she isn’t going to last a long time. I swirl my fingers around her opening while my tongue plays with her clit and then I slowly press two fingers up inside her.
Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t wait to feel her gripping my dick.
I can feel her tightening around my fingers and I wait to see her lose control. “That’s it baby. Come for me. Come on my tongue.” I mumble against her pussy as she starts to clench around me. I hum my appreciation and the small vibration is all it takes to send her over the edge as she lets go of the orgasm she’s been holding onto. My name pours from her lips as I continue to suck and lick at her clit, drawing out the orgasm until there’s nothing left, greedily taking in every drop she’s giving me. I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy until the pulsing almost stops. I’m not finished with her though. Not by a long shot.
My cock is threatening to burst through my jeans. Nora sits up on the bar with a lazy smile and a dreamy look in her eyes, and I pull her arms to bring her closer to me. She watches as I lift my shirt up over my head and toss it aside, then slip my shoes and jeans off as quickly as I can. It’s not the most graceful disrobing I’ve ever done, but I couldn’t care less. The faster I get inside her, the better. Before I toss my jeans aside, I grab my wallet, taking out a condom and holding the corner between my teeth. When I lose my boxer briefs, I see her breath hitch and she licks her lips when my erection pops free of its confinement and stands proudly at attention. I watch that tongue skirt softly over her plump lip, leaving a glistening trail behind it. Oh yeah, I definitely plan on fucking that sweet little mouth of hers, but not right now. She watches me as I pump my cock a few times, tear open the wrapper, and roll the condom down my hard length.
Lifting her up and off the bar, I press her still pulsing center against the hardness of my dick as I carry her over to one of the shorter tables near the bar. When I sit her down on the edge of the tabletop, I lean her back, and enter her in one smooth, slow thrust.
Holy fucking shit.
I think we both let out an identical gasp as I slide in, remaining still for a moment so she can adjust to my size, and so I don’t explode before I’m ready to. But it feels too fucking good to stay this way, so I start pumping in and out slowly, building a rhythm. Fuck me, this woman is exquisite, splayed out beneath me, panting, and I can’t keep my hands off her. Holding her hip in one hand as I increase my speed, I use the other to pull her up and kiss her, our tongues tangling and dueling for dominance. Then I break the kiss and press against her chest to lay her back down, running my hand between her heavy tits and taking one of her nipples in between my fingers, pinching it slightly as I now pound into her in a punishing rhythm.
“Cade. Fuck! Cade, I’m so close.” She can barely get the words out, panting so hard she almost can’t catch her breath.
I slip my hand down her body and press my thumb on her clit as I pound into her pussy, rubbing furious circles around her tight nub until I feel her get impossibly tight around my cock.
“Fuck! Baby, let go. Come on my cock. Come for me again.” With one last hard press against her clit, Nora falls apart underneath me, her pussy clenching, milking my dick, and I can’t hold back my own release. I don’t slow my speed as I pulse long and hard inside her, her name slipping from my lips. She lets out whimpers and moans of pleasure as she comes hard from her second orgasm. When pure exhaustion takes over, I slow down and stop altogether, my cock still pulsing inside her. I lean down on top of her, laying my head against her heaving chest as we both try to catch our breaths.
What i
n the hell did I just get myself into?
Chapter Eight
Nora
“Come home with me.”
It’s barely a whisper when he says it. His face is still resting against my chest, his voice muffled, as he places soft kisses near my breast. Then he moves to lean back, pulling me with him, tugging me in for another deep kiss.
Damn, his lips are perfect and his kisses are heavenly.
He pulls back to stand up, again taking me with him. His spent cock slowly slips out of me when he does, and I actually whimper at the loss. I can’t see it, but I can feel the smirk of his perfect lips against my skin when he hears my not-so-silent plea. He backs away from the kiss and I watch his tight, bitable ass sway over to the trash can, then gawk as he removes the condom, knots it on the end, and tosses it away. I forget I’m staring until he turns to face me, and I finally get a chance to see him in all his naked glory. Even spent, he’s still impressive, not to mention his body is a complete work of art. Tanned and toned, gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.
Our breathing continues to return to normal while I’m contemplating his request. Despite the fact I just met him a few days ago, I’ve already slept with the man, so it’s not a crazy idea to go back to his place with him. If he was some sort of serial killer, I’m sure I would be dead already. Then it occurs to me Samantha had texted me last night.
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