by Suzie Nelson
James blinks at me. Finally, it’s his turn to look surprised. “Really?” he asks. “I always thought you hated me for leaving you like that. I thought for sure you wouldn’t come to the party. And then, when you kissed me, I was so surprised…I didn’t know what to do. It was like my whole world had been turned upside down. So of course, like an idiot, I just ran off. Then I realized how that must’ve looked and that’s when I raced after you. I couldn’t lose you again after all this.”
“So we’re both idiots is what you’re saying?” I ask.
James smiles. “Apparently.”
We look at each other for a moment longer and then I can’t help myself. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him with all the passion and love and desire that I’ve kept locked up inside me for all these years. His arms come up around me, pressing me to his chest. This kiss is much better than the last one. To be honest, I never want it to end, but my lungs are only so big.
When we finally break apart I smile up at him. “God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur. “Promise you won’t run off again this time?”
He chuckles. “I will if you will.”
“Deal.” For a moment we just grin at each other like goofs. “Thank God you’re such a fast runner,” I say finally.
James laughs again and gently runs his fingers through my fancy hairdo. “I wanted to tell you earlier…you look amazing.”
I blush like a schoolgirl on her first date. “Same to you,” I reply, fingering the collar of his shirt. Tenderly, I pull him down for another kiss.
This time James’s hands aren’t satisfied with my waist and they run lower, cupping my ass and lifting, pressing my pelvis against his. Despite all the velvet and linen between us, I can feel an erection beginning in his pants. Just the thought of his cock makes me moan into his kiss. I’m pretty keen to see if my memory of his enormous dick is correct. Hell, I’m pretty keen even if it isn’t.
I begin to undo his tie, sliding the silk between my fingers as we kiss. When it’s loose, I toss it to the side and get to work on his buttons. Suddenly he pulls away slightly and I frown.
“Amber, are you sure you—” he begins.
“Yes,” I reply, interrupting the question. “I’m dying to.”
“Thank God,” he groans, his lips crashing into mine. It’s like a flip has been switched. With one hand he yanks down the zipper of my dress, the other burying itself in my hair, pulling my head back so that he can run his tongue down my neck and between my breasts. His sudden fervor turns me on and I can feel my pussy growing wet as he gently bites my neck.
Deftly, he pulls my dress up and off, tossing it in the same direction that his tie went. And suddenly there I am in nothing but my bra, panties, and stilettos. James looks down at me and moans. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to wear my black lace underwear just in case.
“Somehow you’re even more beautiful out of the dress than in it,” he tells me, his eyes finally coming up to meet mine.
I giggle and hold my arms out to him. With a grin he crouches slightly, grabbing me by the thighs and hefting me onto his hips. My cleavage is right under his chin and he tilts his head kiss my breasts, this time dragging his tongue in the opposite direction, up towards my chin. I let my head hang, loving the way his tongue sends shivers through my entire body. As if I weigh nothing, James carries me across the apartment and into the bedroom, carefully tipping me backwards onto the enormous bed.
“I feel there’s a distinct imbalance in clothing,” I tell him, reaching up to finish undoing his buttons.
Instead of letting me finish, James just yanks off his shirt and throws it to the side. His pants are given the same brusque treatment and, all of a sudden, I’m face to face with his throbbing erection and my memory, it turns out, was spot on. It’s thick and long and it makes me wet just to think about it sliding up my pussy.
“Is this better?” James asks with a smile as he watches me ogle his dick.
“Much,” I answer, finally tearing my eyes away.
He kneels on the bed, straddling me as he reaches around and unhooks my bra. Like the rest of our clothes, the black lace is tossed into the corner. His smile growing, James takes my breasts in his hands. His palms are soft and warm on my hardening nipples and he’s clearly enjoying playing with me. He presses my tits up and in, kneading my sensitive flesh, teasing my nipples and making me catch my breath.
Leaning down, he brings his lips down to one nipple then the other, sucking luxuriously on each dark pink bud and making me moan as his tongue swirls up and down, occasionally stroking the often-forgotten skin of the underside of my breasts.
But I don’t want him doing all the work and, with a concerted effort, I manage to get a hold of myself. “Let me,” I tell him, pushing him away and looking up at him through my lashes in that way that drives all men crazy. He swallows and nods, his hands slowly falling away.
With a smile, I reach down, taking his cock in both hands and licking my lips before I slide them slowly over his head. James groans, his fingers grabbing hold of my hair. I lower one hand to his balls, fondling them gently as I run my tongue around his ridge, sucking his head gently.
He’s too big for me to take entirely into my mouth, but I intend to take as much as I can. Slowly I take his head fully into my mouth and grip his foreskin between my lips. Pumping his shaft with one hand, I draw his foreskin up and over his head then bring it back down again, repeating the process again and again as, above me, James moans my name.
Before he can get bored, I switch tactics and sink his slick cock as deep into my mouth as I can, his tip bobbing against my throat as I run my tongue along his shaft. James gasps, his fingers clenching in my hair. Fast and sure, I bob my head, sucking, pumping, and licking all at once as I build up the pressure. He bucks against me once before getting control of himself and holding still. But he can’t keep himself from groaning and swearing. I grin around his cock. I love hearing him enjoy himself and, with every moan he makes, there’s an answering twinge in my pussy. Taking my hand off his balls, I reach down and stroke my clit, my fingers slipping along my slick skin.
Then, suddenly, he pulls me off him, shoving me further down the bed. I look up in surprise but, before I can say anything, he’s buried his face in my pussy, his tongue licking my dripping entrance roughly before his lips find my clit. I gasp as he begins to suck, two fingers sliding deep in me.
My back arches instinctively and I grab at the sheets as my desperate pussy clenches around his fingers. “Fuck,” I moan as James pumps them hard along my tightening walls. I can’t believe how ready I am already.
James can clearly sense it too and draws his fingers out. Sitting up, he sheaths himself in me fast and hard and my groan is so loud I bet they hear it all the way downstairs. Grinning, James grabs my hips and tips us over so that I’m on top.
The way his eyes watch me as I lean back, letting his dick stroke every inch of my pussy, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. As I thrust down on him, he raises his pelvis to meet mine and his hands grab my ass, ramming his dick into me. My gasps become screams as I feel him filling every inch of my pussy with cock, stroking places that haven’t been touched in years.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my hands tangling in my hair and lifting it off my neck as I buck against him. “God, nothing will ever feel this good again.”
James chuckles deep in his chest. “You sure about that?” he asks. Suddenly, he pulls me off, flipping us over again. This time I’m on my knees. Gently, he takes my hands and places them on the wall above the bed before spreading the cheeks of my ass and sliding his amazing erection back into me. We both groan as my pussy eagerly envelops his slick dick.
Taking me by the hips again, James draws himself out almost entirely, just his tip balancing in my entrance. Then, impossibly slowly, he sheaths himself again. The feeling of his ridge sliding along my hyper sensitive walls makes me weak in the knees. I press my hands firm
ly against the wall, trying to keep from screaming as he repeats the process.
Then, just when I’m about to dissolve completely, he drives his cock home fast and hard. I guess it must feel just as amazing on his end because all of a sudden, he’s thrusting frantically, his cock pounding into my willing pussy. Soon I’m screaming again and he’s fucking me so hard that spots of light appear in front of my eyes. My whole body feels like it’s going to explode and I claw at the wall as, finally, my orgasm erupts deep inside of me. Pleasure floods through me as my pussy clamps down on James and I shake with uncontrollable ecstasy. Dimly I’m aware of him grabbing my breasts and burying himself in me, his own climax arriving seconds after mine.
For a moment we just stay there, gasping and shivering with the aftermath of our orgasms. James leans against me, his head resting on my shoulder. Slowly, he raises himself up, kissing my back tenderly as he does.
“Holy shit,” I say, still a little breathless.
“Yeah,” he replies, also still gasping for air. Gently, he draws me away from the wall, bringing me with him as he sits back on his haunches. I lean my head back, resting it on his collar bone, enjoying the feel of his arms around me.
He kisses my neck. “You know,” he says softly. “I came to New York because of you.”
“What?” My orgasm-addled mind is having trouble following.
“I heard through some old friends that you were still in New York and I decided that maybe after all these years you’d have forgiven me and would give me another chance. So I packed up my stuff and moved. I had all these elaborate plans for how I’d get back in touch. I never thought I’d just end up running into you in the mall one day by accident.”
I feel my heart swell to bursting at the idea of him loving me so much that he’d move here. “There’s nothing to forgive, James,” I tell him. “I’m the one who was in the wrong.”
“Then let’s forgive each other and put it all behind us,” he says.
“Please,” I smile up at him. “Because, I have to say, this has probably been my best Christmas ever.”
I can feel his laughter against my back. “Well, it could be Christmas every day if you’d like.” His eyes meet mine. “Stay with me, Amber,” he says.
“There’s nothing I’d like more,” I reply and reach up to kiss him.
I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go home to Portland after all.
THE END
Playing With Fire
Chapter 1
Avery rested her hands on her hips and smiled to herself. She was just starting her morning shift at the Crosby Street Hotel and she was feeling good about it. Morning shifts were her favorite because, before she went down to the lobby to start dealing with the guests, she always came up to the hotel’s rooftop terrace restaurant for a coffee. The view was amazing. She loved looking out over New York City, finding all the iconic buildings as she watched the sun coming up over the skyline. It reflected in all the windows, turning the city into one giant, glittering mirror. Avery loved it.
But the sun had broken the skyline and she’d finished her coffee, which meant it was time to go back downstairs and get to work. With a sigh, Avery picked up her cup and took it back to the kitchen dish pit, waving at Johnny, the hotel’s chatty chef.
“You know, we have waiters for that,” Johnny called from where he was beating house-made hollandaise sauce. He nodded towards her dirty coffee cup.
“Let them save their energy for the paying customers!” Avery replied with a smile. With one last wave, she disappeared down the back stairs, taking the delivery elevator down to the ground floor.
The lobby was bright and clean and already humming with activity, just the way she liked it. Avery was one of Crosby Street’s top concierges. She’d been working there ever since she finished her degree in tourism. Of course, she’d started out as a part-time receptionist, but her talents had quickly moved her up the ladder. She loved her job. She loved the hotel, with its beautiful rooms, pretty courtyard, and, most importantly, its view. She loved the staff, they all took care of each other and looked out for one another. She even loved their guests – for the most part.
Crosby Street was an upscale boutique hotel right next to the famed Museum of Modern Art so it had its fair share of bossy, whiny, spoiled celebrity guests. But, for the most part, their clientele was lovely. And Avery had always been good at smoothing down any ruffled feathers. She didn’t mind telling a few white lies about someone’s ugly coat and terrible updo if it kept her guests happy.
“Good morning, Avery!” Janice, the woman working the front desk smiled as Avery crossed the lobby. “Is that a new skirt?”
Avery looked down at her sleek black and gray pin-striped pencil skirt. “Yes,” she grinned. “Do you like it?”
“Definitely,” said Janice. “Makes you look amazing. Like sexy librarian taken to the next level.”
Avery giggled. “Thanks, Janice.”
Selena, Avery’s friend and another concierge, appeared out of the back room, her coat over one arm. She’d been working the night shift and was dying to get home. Her glossy blond curls fell in a wave over one shoulder and she raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a bit short for work, though?” she asked.
Avery frowned, looking back down at her skirt. “Do you think so? I mean, it’s form-fitting, but I thought it was long enough.”
“Well, as long as you’re comfortable, sweetheart. That’s the main thing,” Selena smiled, her baby blue eyes crinkling in the corner. Coming forward, she gave Avery an air kiss on both cheeks. “So good to see you, darling. I’m absolutely dying to go to bed. But let’s have drinks soon, okay? I feel like we haven’t hung out in years.”
“For sure,” said Avery, smiling. “Just let me know when.”
“I’ll check my schedule,” said Selena, squeezing Avery’s arm. “Have a good shift!”
And with that, she swept out of the hotel in a wave of rose-scented perfume, looking more like one of their rich clients than a member of staff.
Discreetly, Janice rolled her eyes. “Your skirt is definitely not too short, Avery,” she said.
Avery worried her lip. “Do you think so? I dunno. Selena’s just so much better with clothes than I am.”
“It’s perfect. You look amazing and totally work appropriate. It’s not your fault you have legs the length of Manhattan, you lucky jerk.”
Avery laughed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want to make any waves just at the moment.”
Janice rolled her eyes again. “You never make waves, Avery. You’re the opposite of a wave-maker. And don’t worry. When Meghan retires next month, you’re totally going to get the job. It’ll be Avery Montague, Head Concierge then. Who else would they give it to? You’re perfect for it. Everyone knows you’re amazing at your job.”
Avery chuckled. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll give you Fridays off once I’m in charge of scheduling.”
Janice put a hand to her heart. “Whaaaaat? Me? Do that? Never!” The two women grinned at each other and then burst into quiet giggles. There was a group of German businessmen reading the paper in the soft seats of the lobby and Avery and Janice knew better than to disturb them.
But they were still grinning when a smartly-dressed man in his early thirties walked in. Even without the perfectly tailored gray suit, he would have caught anyone’s eye. He was at least an inch or two over six feet, with an athletic build, and thick, dark hair. His skin was tanned and it made his piercing blue eyes all the more striking. Avery bit her lip and tried not to stare.
Behind him came another man, bulkier, with a shaved head, wearing a dark suit and a Bluetooth in one ear. The women at the front desk glanced at each other. It was all that common at Crosby Street, but they had seen enough bodyguards to recognize one when they saw one.
Avery raised her eyebrows, bending over Janice to take a look at that day’s reservations. Silently, Janice ta
pped one name: Deacon Wolfe. He had booked their two most expensive rooms on the top floor. His name rang a bell, but Avery wasn’t sure where she knew it from. Whoever he was, she could tell from across the lobby that he had money. That bespoke Brioni suit and the dour-looking bodyguard certainly wouldn’t have come cheap.
“Good morning,” Janice smiled. “Welcome to the Crosby Street Hotel. How can I help you today, sir?”
“I’ve got a reservation,” said the man, his chiseled face breaking into a warm smile. “Wolfe. Deacon Wolfe.” His gaze moved from Janice to Avery and Avery felt her stomach do flip flops as his eyes slid quickly down her body. He looked up, meeting her eye. His smile grew fractionally and Avery could feel desire blow through her like an adrenalin shot to the heart. She swallowed.
