by Daphne Dawn
Paris smiles and shakes her head, looking at the food she’s eating. I frown at her.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s nothing,” she says. “You don’t want to hear it.”
I groan. “Obviously, now I do. What? Tell me.”
Paris sighs and reaches for her coffee.
“Well, you’re talking about him a lot,” she says.
I blink at her. “Of course. He’s responsible for all of this.”
Paris shakes her head. “I hear you, but you’re saying lot of good things about him, too. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”
“What?” I ask, lowering the beignet I was about to sink my teeth into. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Paris shakes her head. “I’m not. I’m just looking at you raving about how terrible this guy is and then finding something to redeem him, every time.”
I shake my head back and forth. There’s no way I’m in love with him. I don’t date. I don’t do relationships and love and all that. I’ve seen how it can ruin someone’s life. My mom and dad are perfect examples. Relationships never end well. If it wasn’t for my gran, I don’t think my mom and I would have gotten through it. I told myself I would never follow in her footsteps. If you don’t fall in love, your heart can’t be broken.
I focused on my studies, instead, and it was so much more rewarding than a relationship.
“I’m not in love with him,” I say again.
Paris is smiling. “Whatever you say, Ky.”
She can’t be right. I won’t accept that. It’s bad enough that Wes has been my downfall, that I was unable to resist him and that I’m in this hole in my life, now. I can’t be in love with the man, too. My life would be a lie then.
But of course, I’ve already done so many things I never thought I would do. And I liked it. I fucked him, repeatedly, and I wanted more. And now?
Now I’m sitting here, eating comfort food, talking about a man that I shouldn’t be thinking about twice if he really doesn’t mean anything to me. He’s out of my life, after all.
But Paris is right. I know she is. I hate her for it – she’s always had a knack for knowing how I feel before I do – but with this, I don’t want her to be right. I can’t afford to be in love with this man. Or any man. My life is in shambles, and he’s a spoiled, rich ass.
A very handsome, fucking-good-in-bed ass. That I admittedly wish I didn’t have to walk away from.
But this mess that I’m in because of him is exactly the reason I shouldn’t be with him or love him or even think about any of those things. Because men are nothing more than heartaches.
“I’m better off without him,” I say to Paris, but I sound so unconvincing that I don’t even believe myself.
Wes
When I leave breakfast with Hendricks, I know exactly what I need to do. He gave me back my job as CEO, but there is something more that needs to be done. If anyone asked me a week ago if I would go this route, I would have fought against it tooth and nail, but it’s amazing what a woman will do to a man.
This isn’t just about my career. It’s about Kylie Jordan, the woman who managed to change my life by being herself. I didn’t think I would ever trust a woman again, but she’s something else, and I need to make it right. I need to make it work for her, at least, even if I can’t make it happen for myself.
Hendricks is a reasonable man. When I told him how I felt about everything that happened and how it placed Kylie at a disadvantage, Hendricks didn’t seem very worried, even knowing what happened all those years ago with her mother. When I told him how I felt about her, he didn’t care all that much. When I showed him her work, he was interested. Everyone has something that tugs at their heartstrings. For Hendricks, it’s passion for your work.
Kylie is the definition of passion and dedication to her career.
I’m headed to Alamo Square Park where Hendricks’s assistant has gotten reporters from all the major news stations together. I have something I need to say to the masses. As the CEO for RidgeCo, I’ve appeared in public on behalf of the company often enough that this is the one place where I might be able to make a difference.
When I arrive at the podium, the microphones are set up, and a group of reporters, news readers and cameramen are clustered in front of it.
This isn’t my first rodeo, but for the first time, I’m nervous. It’s the first time I’m saying something this serious. It’s the first time I really care about how my speech is going to be received.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I say when I step onto the podium. Mics and recording devices are shoved in my direction. “Thank you for coming here on such short notice. As you all know I’ve been CEO at RidgeCo for a few years, now. Recently, I was involved in allegations of a sexual nature. Whether these were true or not, it jeopardized my career and that of a woman that was involved as well.”
“Who is she?” someone asks.
“Kylie Jordan is a new project manager. I hired her to join the team, and from day one she did everything in her power to make the project run as smoothly as possible.”
“We heard about the scandal,” another reporter says, “are the allegations true?”
I take a deep breath. This is it, the moment of truth.
“Yes,” I say. “They are. But it is through no fault of Miss Jordan, and if anyone should be punished, it’s me. She insisted that it was wrong, but I’m too stubborn for my own good. The truth is…” I hesitate because I’m about to make a confession I’ve only recently admitted to myself. “I’m in love with her. When you know, you know, and it’s impossible to stay away from someone.”
A murmur ripples through the crowd, and I see pens scribble on paper at a furious rate.
“Does that mean that company rules can be broken for the pursuit of love?” someone from the back asks.
I shake my head. “Absolutely, not. Which is why I’m resigning as CEO of RidgeCo.”
Chatter erupts, and I give them some time to wrap their mind around the news. Truth be told, I’m still working on accepting my decision.
“What will happen to her?” someone asks.
“That’s all,” I say because I don’t know how to answer all the questions. Kylie isn’t speaking to me. When I step off the podium, I take a deep breath. No matter what happens now, I think I did the right thing.
And that’s all that matters, even when it’s a little late.
I get in my car, and I’m on my way home when my phone rings. Kylie’s name pops up on the caller ID, and I can’t believe she wants to speak to me, now.
“Can I see you?” she asks when I answer. It’s more than I bargained for.
“Of course,” I say. “Come over to my place.”
“I’m already at your place,” she says and hangs up.
I step on the gas to get home as soon as possible. I’m thrilled she wants to talk to me face to face. When she walked away from me in the lobby, not even looking over her shoulder at me, I was sure I would never see her again. The idea ripped me apart.
When I park my car and walk to the front door, she’s waiting for me. She’s dressed in jeans and a tank top with ballet flats. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, and I realize I’ve never seen her this casual. RidgeCo is a top-notch company, and she looked put-together even when she was a receptionist.
She’s beautiful like this – her raw beauty shining through. I like this so much more than all the jewelry and makeup and dressy clothes.
“Thank you for seeing me,” I say when I reach her. Her arms are folded over her chest like she needs to physically hold herself together and I can’t tell the emotion on her face.
“I got a call from Mr. Hendricks earlier,” she says. “He’s offering me my job back.”
I’m relieved. I needed Hendricks to do this, and he came through for me. He’s a solid man.
“I’m so happy for you,” I say. I know she had a difficult past and that money is more of an object than it should be. I am relieved that she a
s her income back, now.
She hesitates. I unlock my front door and hold it open for her, letting her step in first. She does so without thinking about it twice. After we’re inside the door, and I close it, I turn around to find her with tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I saw you on television, earlier,” she says. “I heard what you said.”
“I hope you know that I mean it,” I say.
She swallows and nods. The first tears spill over her cheeks.
“I know. I didn’t think you felt that way about me. I mean, after everything we did.”
I shake my head and put my hand on her cheek. “Darling girl, you’ve managed to crawl under my skin when I least expected it. I am in love with you.”
She smiles, and more tears roll down her cheeks.
“That’s why I’m here,” she says. “I heard it, and I want you to know something.” I look into her eyes, and they’re drowning in tears.
“I love you, too,” Kylie says.
I don’t know how it happened that this woman became as important to me as she is, but my heart warms when she tells me she loves me, too.
I pull her close to me and kiss her, my hand on her cheek. Her body is pressed flush against mine, and I can feel every curve, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips. But that’s not what it’s about right now. I want to be with her, and not just for sex. I want her to be my girlfriend. By some miracle, ten years after my heart was ripped out and spat on, I fell in love again.
She puts her arms around my neck, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. She parts her lips and my tongue slides into her mouth. She tastes familiar, and I realize that this feeling – with her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed tightly against mine – is home.
I pull her into the living room, and we collapse on the couch in a tangle of limbs. We make out like teenagers, feeling and touching carefully as if we’re unsure if the other will break. Her kiss is different – gentle and passionate and so much more intimate than it’s ever been before – and I think it’s about the emotion behind it. For the first time, I feel what it means to truly love someone.
My hand roams her body, because I can’t help it. She’s so hot, her curves are pressed against my body and I wanted to touch and love every inch of her. This is more than about sex – although sex with her is fucking fantastic. It’s about being with her. It’s about our connection. It’s about loving her and knowing that she loves me back.
Of course, I can’t help but get hard. Her body is pressed up against mine, and I’m kissing her. Our kissing becomes more passionate, more urgent. She gyrates her hips, and I know she can feel me. She grinds against me, and I’m overwhelmed by the need to be inside her.
I break the kiss and take her hand, leading her to my bedroom. I want her, and I want her now. When we’re in the room, I lay her down on the bed and crawl over her, kissing her again. I work my way down her, moving her clothes here and there to plant kisses on her bare skin in a trail down her body.
I undo her pants and peel her jeans down her legs one by one. When I’ve gotten rid of her pants, I run my hands up her smooth legs. She’s got the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.
Her panties are next to go, and I slowly move them down her legs as well. I drop them on the floor with the jeans.
I spread her thighs with my hands and kneel between her legs. I dip my head between her legs and lick her pussy lips.
She’s already wet. Her scent is intoxicating, making me dizzy and when I drag my tongue up her slit, her taste is sweet, the taste of sex.
She gasps when I flick my tongue over her clit. I pay attention to her clit for a while, flicking my tongue over her. Then, I close my lips over her clit and suck. She cries out. I know she loves it when I do this. I push a finger into her, and she gasps, squirming against my mouth and my hand.
I want to keep doing this to her, but I want to be more involved, too. She’s half-naked and half-orgasmic. I want both of us to get there all the way. I let her go and peel the shirt I wore to the press conference off my body. I get rid of my pants and my boxers.
When I’m naked, Kylie is, too. She got undressed when I did, and she’s naked on my bed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say.
She blushes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the red flush on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful when she blushes and when she smiles. When she does anything. And she’s so sincere.
I crawl onto the bed again, straddling her but the wrong way around so that her head is between my legs. I dip my head again and lick her pussy. She gets the idea without me telling her we’re going to do sixty-nine. She takes my cock into her mouth, and I have to concentrate to lick her and have her suck me at the same time without affecting how well I’m taking care of her.
Kylie
Wes is on top of me, but I don’t feel pinned or trapped. I love it when he takes control like this. We’ve been through a lot together, and a part of me feels vulnerable. Losing my job, getting it back again, being humiliated and having Wes declare his love for me – all in one day – takes its toll on my emotions. But he told me he loves me, and I believe him. He makes me feel safe because I know now he’s serious about me and I’m serious about him, too.
His cock is in my mouth, but I’m struggling to concentrate on sucking him off the way I usually do because his mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking. My body shudders involuntarily, and I squirm beneath him. When I’m lying straight, his cock is thick and long in my mouth and when he bucks his hips slightly – he’s careful not to do it too much – he pushes down my throat. Once he’s past my soft pallet, I don’t have the urge to gag.
He pumps into me slowly, fucking my mouth while he eats me out and it’s hot.
I move my head to the side now and then when I need air. The more he licks me and sucks on my clit the closer I get to an orgasm, and I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anymore. I abandon his cock and close my eyes. Wes’s body hovers over mine, and I can feel his heat, but I’m focused on the sensation between my legs, the muscles clenching at my core.
I’m buzzing. Blood rushes in my ears, and I forget about everything around us. For a while, it’s just me and Wes and what he’s doing to my body. I’m on my back beneath him, legs spread wide for him and he licks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
The orgasm creeps closer, and I moan louder and louder. I love when I’m at his place, and I don’t have to be quiet. I’m not a quiet person in bed. It’s something I’ve learned about myself, and I know that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to be completely quiet.
Wes knows this about me, and he seems to love it unless we’re in a place where I need to be quiet. He doesn’t hesitate to remind me.
I stop thinking again. The orgasm gets bigger and bigger. My body goes numb, and I can feel the heat between my legs. It’s building, becoming larger and larger. I’m filling up like a cup of hot water, and soon I’m going to spill over.
Wes doesn’t mind that I’m not sucking him off the way he intended when he crawled over me into this position. He seems more than happy to keep at it, licking my pussy, sucking my clit. I gasp and squirm, my breathing coming out in erratic bursts. I reach up and wrap my arms around his thighs.
The orgasm washes over me moments later, and I cry out. I tighten my arms around his legs as my body spasms, and my muscles clench throughout my body. My legs close around his head but he’s relentless, his tongue lapping at me even though I’m pinching him between my legs. I move my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth, his tongue.
When the orgasm subsides, I breathe hard, and I’m suddenly sensitive. I squirm, and Wes seems to know because he lifts himself up and off me. I lie on the bed, gasping, in a puddle of sweat and cum.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, and Wes smiles at me. His smile is full of potential.
Wes lies down on the bed next to me. I turn my head
to him, and he kisses me, first a peck and then with tongue. The kiss doesn’t last very long. He puts his hand on my hip and turns me onto my side so that my back is toward him. He runs his hand along the contours of my body, tracing my curves. I turn my head and look up at him. He’s studying my body like he hasn’t seen me naked before.
His cock is hard and smooth, all at the same time and he presses it against my ass cheeks. I shudder. The thick flesh is hot, and I want it inside of me.
I back up, pressing my ass into his crotch and wiggle it. He gets the idea. His hand is on my ass cheek, and he squeezes it before he guides himself to my entrance.
I’m very wet, and when he pushes into me, he slides in with little effort. I’m tight after orgasming, and I’m sensitive, but it’s pure pleasure, and I moan as he slides into me. I lean forward a little bit more so that I’m at an angle to his body. He slides in and out easier this way. Wes picks up the pace and starts fucking me. His hips move, and I can feel him as he pushes into me harder and harder. His balls don’t slap against my ass, yet, but I can feel them when he slides into me.
He’s larger than usual because of how tight I am. The friction is fantastic, and I’m aware of how big he is and how well he handles himself. He puts his one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip, holding me in place. When he does, he picks up his pace and pumps into me harder and harder.
I cry out, gasping and moaning loudly. He slides in and out of me with slippery strokes, and I’m getting an echo of the orgasm. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I have the sheets on his bed bunched in my hands as something to hold onto while he fucks me in the spooning position.
His hand moves from my hip, sliding up my body. He finds my tit and squeezes it. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it lightly, rolling me between his fingers in the way that he usually does. It feels good every time, and I gasp.
