“It’s going to be hard to be with me in California?” I asked, but wished I hadn’t.
“We could try to be in both places. It’s one corporation with two separate locations. One on the east coast and the other on the west. Both corporations staffed to the gills, I might add. I know I can be here and things in California will run smoothly. I also know that things will run smoothly without you. So let’s try just being in both places, but together. I have a great house in Malibu and you have your place here. I’m looking at a place in the warehouse district. I also like a place two blocks from here. I’d like for you to look at both and help me narrow it down. I really like the idea of being close to Central Park, but the warehouse is going to be incredible. Listen, I know we aren’t ready to move in together, and I don’t have it all figured but, but were two intelligent people we can make this work if we try. I know I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
He was smiling at me, proud of his speech. I smiled back, but didn’t offer an answer. He’d clearly been trying to work this out in his head, just as I had.
He stepped back and sat down on the stool next to me. He looked down between my legs, taking in the view. “Nice panties, but totally in the way. I’d rather see what’s underneath them.”
“These?” I said taking a long sip of wine and running my fingers teasingly under the seam of my panties. I spread my legs further and watched his eyes as I ran my fingers down the small patch of hair that lead to my pussy. I grazed over my clit and my stomach tightened with the touch. I’d never dreamed of being so sexually forward and I’d never touched myself in front of anyone.
“That’s fucking hot,” he said. “Look what you do to me.” He reached down to the tight bulge of his pants and I could see the outline of his full erection. “You want me to help you?” he asked excitedly and me surprised he’d asked at all. He was usually so aggressive. I imagine it was hard for him to just sit there and watch.
“No. I just want you to watch,” I said.
“I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself,” he said and I knew it was pure torture to control the urge to pounce.
I worked my fingers deeply in and out of the slickness that surrounded my fingers, working my clit as my orgasm started to peak. I drew in a short breath and felt my thighs tighten and my legs started to close as the pulsing took over and my body became tight with pleasure. I looked over at Josh who sat staring at me, his eyes wide and his mouth open.
“Oh my god, I think I just came in my pants watching you. Come here,” he said. I didn’t move, but pulled my hand from beneath my panties and stood up. Josh reached for my hand, brought it to his mouth, and sucked my fingers clean. “Absolutely I want you. I’m never going to let you go.”
I smiled brightly and kissed him, tasting the musky sweetness of my pussy and the lingering taste of wine on his tongue. “I’ve never done anything that brazen before. You’re turning me into some sexual deviant.”
“Pleasing yourself hardly makes you a sexual deviant, K.K, but regardless, I love it. Drink up. We have a reservation at 7:00.”
“I called Benny to come get us,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind? I know its New York and we could cab it, but I hate cabs. They’re like a hand of poker, you just never know what you’re going to get. Maybe I’m just spoiled.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Someone as beautiful as you should be spoiled,” he said and I melted.
“I’m going to go freshen up super quick and I’ll be right back,” I said, rushing up the stairs two-by-two.
*******
We pulled up to Carmine’s Restaurant at 6:50. Benny came around, opened the door, and winked at me. I knew he was dying to know what had transpired between Josh and me, but I offered nothing. He’d have to wait for the details when he could speak to me alone. Josh stepped out of the car first and held out his hand to Benny.
“I guess I never properly introduced myself, Joshua Crawford.”
He offered his hand in friendship. Benny reached out and reciprocated the gesture.
“Benny, longtime employee and friend of the Blakelys’. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
They released hands and Benny stepped back from the car. Josh held his arm out as a means to bring me from the car to my feet.
“That was very gentlemanly of you,” I whispered in his ear
“I can tell how protective he is of you,” he said. “I want his approval.”
“Have a good evening you two. I will be in the car waiting. Just let the concierge know when you are ready and I’ll pull the car around.”
“Thank you,” Josh replied.
Carmine’s was darkly lit. It had red walls and rich dark hardwood floors. The sounds of Sinatra were playing in the background, which added to its old school feel.
Josh gave the hostess his name and it was all the young girl could do not to drool all over herself. She flirted incessantly, smiling and twisting at her hair. Josh seemed oblivious, but the flash of his million-dollar smile made the girl half giddy. She sauntered around the podium with the menus and sashayed forward with us in tow.
“Here we are, Mr. Crawford,” she said, smiling widely as she turned and faced him, never once looking my way.
“Thank you.” I said, running my hand up Josh’s back like a jealous schoolgirl.
I scooted into the semi-circled booth. I flashed her my full, wide grin and adding a little wink for effect. I wasn’t typically jealous, so I was a bit out of my element, but Josh, always the gentleman, thanked her and scooted in next to me.
“What was that all about?” he said.
“Really?” I answered, not looking at him but at my menu. “She was all but throwing herself at you.” He laughed and moved my menu down, grabbing my chin. He turned my face towards his.
“Look at me, K.K. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Honestly, I’m not really the jealous type. I just hate that shit,” I said.
“I like you being jealous, but there’s only one person in this room I want.”
We ordered a bottle of Chianti and placed our orders: the lobster ravioli for him and the chicken spiedini for me. We drank our wine talking about the current contracts that were in process and the overall prospects of where we wanted to steer the company. I admired him and his tenacity for business. He clearly had an idea of where he wanted to see our corporations head and I was impressed at how clearly we were aligned in our ideas.
Our food arrived as we polished off the last of the wine. My face had become flush and warm as the alcohol began to set in. I dove into my dish and was amazed at how incredible it was. I was jealous that a pretty boy from L.A. had discovered such a gem in my city, but was grateful that I got to experience it with him.
“Let’s talk about you,” he said.
“Okay, what about me?” I replied.
“I guess I’m interested in what you want personally. I mean, I know you were groomed to take over your Dad’s company, but what do you want?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I really hadn’t put too much thought into it. I haven’t really dated a lot and I seem to attract the most absolute assholes, present company not included. So, I don’t think about it much,” I answered honestly.
“Okay. So how about marriage?” he questioned, obviously not satisfied with my answer.
“Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be asking you these questions?” I laughed, and looked for my wine, but it was gone. “You’re making me nervous, Joshua.”
“Asking you about marriage makes you nervous. How do you think I feel? I’m just trying to get a take on you Kasey,” he said, drawing my name out like I had his.
“Okay. I want marriage. I want kids. I want all of it,” I blurted out and was now grateful that I’d had so much to drink. “So there you have it. I want it all. It’s every girl’s dream, right?”
“Absolutely,” he replied. “I just wondered where it fit into your plans. Running these corporations is a handful eve
n with a staff of hundreds. There’s travel and negotiations and contracts and job sites and…”
“Okay, here we go,” I cut him off. “Don’t set me up Josh. You asked me what I want and then you pull the rug out from under me when I tell you the truth. What a dick move.”
“Whoa, wait a minute. What are you getting upset about? I’m not implying anything, K.K. You’re brilliant. Many women have great careers and manage a family. I just know that’s a lot with an average job, not running a bi-coastal corporation.”
He held his hand out as a gesture for me to move closer, but I didn’t budge.
“Come here and quit being so defensive. I didn’t mean for you to feel like I had pulled the rug out from under you. I genuinely wanted to know what you wanted in life,” he said.
“I’m not coming there, so put your arm down.” The mixture of hurt and anger was palpable in my voice. “I know what responsibilities I have ahead of me, Josh. It’s all I’ve heard since I was a kid. It’s been my singular focus for as long as I can remember and I don’t need you to throw it in my face.”
“Ouch! Are we fighting?” he said. “You’re cute when you get mad.”
“Don’t placate me, Josh.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I just wanted to know how my future was going to play out.”
“Right,” I said shaking my head and rolling my eyes.
He slid closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder. He turned my face so that we were now eye to eye.
“I want it all, too,” he said.
“Great. Let’s go dance.”
“Now who’s placating who?” he laughed. “I’m serious, K.K. I could want all of that…with you.”
“You are really pissing me off now, Josh. Don’t lead me on and don’t toy with me. We barely know each other. You don’t really know me, and I don’t really know you. We know about each other, but what’s going to happen when you leave? Let’s just have fun. You promised me dancing and I’m ready to dance.”
I scooted from the booth and moved around to stand. “I need to use the ladies room. I’ll have the concierge get Benny to move the car around and meet you up front. I’d love to pay for dinner?”
“Not a chance,” he said.
I walked towards ladies room and stopped at the hostess desk, so I could flaunt myself foolishly in front of the nobody female who had all but made a fool of herself ogling over my man.
“Get our car, please.” I handed her Benny’s number, then sauntered off towards the restroom. I looked back and smirked. Take that bitch.
I stared at myself in the mirror wondering how I’d once again been caught by surprise. Josh had really gotten under my skin and I was ashamed and surprised at my reaction to his questions. I could have it all! Marriage, a family, and a career.
He wanted to know how his future was going to play out…really? He was setting me up for the biggest fall ever. It was foolish, but I felt like I was falling in love with him.
“Oh, hell,” I said out loud to no one. I looked into the mirror and applied my lipstick, then walked out into his hard chest.
“Come here,” he said. I looked up at him and stood perfectly still, despite my desire to touch him.
“Yes,” I said looking into his blue eyes.
“I can give you everything, if you let me?” he said softly.
I looked from his eyes down to my hands, which were balled together, not knowing where to put them. He was so forward and aggressive that it always took me off guard.
“Why are you always so direct?” I asked, moving my eyes back to his.
“I don’t know how else to be,” he responded, looking squarely into my eyes. “It’s a great asset in business.”
“Is this business, Josh?”
“It’s the business of me acquiring something I want.” He bent down and took my mouth, forcefully pulling me into him. “I want you,” he moaned into my mouth.
“You’re impossible,” I said wrapping my arms around him. “Take me dancing.”
He pulled me from the hall and outside to where Benny was already waiting with the car. He opened the door and we both slid in, Josh putting his hand on my thigh and me smiling and shaking my head. He was impossible and I was impossibly lost in him.
We pulled to the curb of the hottest club in New York City, the Velvet Room. The line was out the door and the bouncer sat idly waiting to ID the beautiful people who wanted to get behind the velvet rope.
Josh stepped out first and reached back to grab my hand. He smiled at me at me and pulled me into him.
“Are you sure about this? Have you seen the line?” he asked, looking down at the long line of people.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I got this,” I said. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and walked over to the bouncer bypassing the line of people. “Hey, Jules,” I said nonchalantly.
“Hey, K.K., you look smokin’ hot tonight. Where’s all your pretty friends?” He replied.
“Just this hot number and me tonight, Jules.” I pulled Josh next to me and handed Julian the crisp bill. He hugged me, nodded to Josh and with a tilt of his head, we were behind the velvet rope.
“Have fun.”
I pulled Josh forward and we stepped into the crowded bar. I could feel the beat of the base low in my stomach. I had drunk just enough to feel loose and swayed my hips back and forth as I moved through the room. I raised my arms in the air and turned to Josh.
“Dance with me,” I smiled mischievously.
I pulled him by his arm to the lit floor. We glided between the warm bodies that pulsed and moved all around us. The sound of Justin Timberlake reverberated through us overhead and my body moved with the tempo. The DJ had remixed Sexy Back with a terrific techno backbeat.
I thrust my hands in the air, and Josh advanced me. His hips moved with mine and his arms rounded my back. He spun around and pushed his hips to my groin, his hands now in the air and moving sinfully back and forth on the floor. I beamed with delight because he really had the moves.
“You’ve got to be the hottest man here,” I said pulling his back to me and rubbing my groin to his ass.
He spun around and grabbed me tightly, “I love me some J.T., baby,” he said warmly in my ear. We laughed and flirted as the song came to an end and another one started. He looked at me and pointed to the bar. “Drinks?”
“Sure,” I answered.
We worked our way back through the crowd and found a small slit at the bar.
“What do you want?” he asked, turning to look at me.
“I guess wine. I probably shouldn’t mix my liquor. What about you?” I asked.
“Scotch and water,” he replied.
“Vodka and cranberry with lime, please,” I changed my order, smiling.
“What happened to not mixing?”
I shrugged. “I’m good.”
“Yes, you are.” He kissed me and waved his hand to the bartender.
The bartender made his way towards us. Suddenly, Rihanna blasted from the speakers. My hands flew above my head, barely missing Josh, and my hips moved smoothly to the beat. “I’m going to go dance.”
“Sure. I’ll get our drinks and be right there.”
I advanced the dance floor, Josh’s eyes on my back as I swayed my hips. I looked over my shoulder and winked. I moved to the edge of the floor and let the rhythm take over. The voyeur in me craved his unfaltering eyes and I was ready to play into his desire of me. My eyes closed, my hands moved down my hips to my thighs, slipping my dress up slightly and exposing my legs. I spun around, like a seasoned stripper, bending over and turning to look back to meet his eyes. He smirked and grabbed his chest in a playful motion.
I licked my lips, turned back, and ran my hands through my hair. I motioned for him to come and mouthed, “I want you.” My hand grazed lightly down both sides of my hips and I knew if I weren’t in public, I’d have my fingers submerged in the wet folds of my hot
pussy, finishing what I’d started.
Josh moved towards me, drink in each hand shaking his head. I kept moving until I felt the charge his body next to mine.
“That was quite a show,” he whispered warmly in my ear.
I hadn’t realized that some of the people around me had stopped to watch my performance until I let my body come to a stop and touched my Adonis.
“Come with me,” he said.
He handed me my drink and we walked up the stairs to the second floor. I didn’t know where he was leading me, but I was eager to follow. We walked past several tables and when we’d run out of room to move any further, he turned me around and gently pushed my back to the wall.
“You are fucking making me crazy.” He grabbed my free hand and put it against bulge of his erect cock. “I couldn’t take having all those guys watching what’s mine.”
He grabbed my drink from my hand and placed it on the table next to us. He pulled me hard into his chest, grabbed under my dress and ripped my G-string from me.
“You won’t be needing these,” he said. He placed them in his pocket and kissed my neck. He reached between my thighs to where I had already envisioned my own delicate fingers. I steadied myself against the wall sick with desire waiting for his touch. “No more panties, they just keep getting in my way.” He slid his fingers over my waiting clit and rubbed it smoothly until I was tight with anticipation. I felt myself getting wetter and hotter beneath his hand.
“Who’s making who crazy now?” I asked, panting in his ear.
He lingered in my wetness, saturating his fingers on the outer edge of my opening before plunging them deep inside me causing me to melt with the force of each stroke.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful and the affect you have on me is overpowering. I’ve gotta have you – right here, right now.” He pulled my legs up and braced me against the wall. I looked around wondering if we were being watched, but I was so lost in the throbbing need between my legs, I was powerless to care. I reached for his zipper, desperate to feel him. “Please.” I whispered in his ear, unable to fully speak.
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