Alluring Promises Box Set (Books 1-3)

by Josie Bordeaux

  He whispered, “Did you enjoy that?”

  All I could do was nod and cry harder, then I said, “Please….” again…

  “Please what?” he whispered in my ear and again began to kiss my tears.

  “Please, let me come,” I begged. Why wasn’t he letting me come…what had I done that deserved a punishment? Why was he making me beg?

  He paused and finally said, “I’m trying…umm, did you like what I was doing?”

  I nodded, but the tears kept coming. He slowly glided his hand back down and began to rub my clit gently and slowly while he nibbled on my ear. I moaned again and begged “Please…”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Z

  MAYBE SHE’S the type that needs to hear me talk so she can come. So I whispered in her ear, “Come for me babe…I want to see you come so bad.” And she did. She moaned with pleasure as I continued to massage her clit and I felt her shudder as she came harder. I watched her gorgeous face as she finished her orgasm. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

  I kissed her rough and passionately. Her tears were still streaming and I wanted to kiss them all away. She seemed to be really emotional in bed and I wasn’t used to that. I couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be inside her so badly.

  I reached for a condom out of my nightstand and sat up on her. I rolled the condom on as her eyes opened and watched me. She licked her lips and I could see in her tear stained eyes that she was so full of lust; it made me even more excited.

  Coating the tip of my cock with her slick heat, I nudged ever so slowly at her entrance. Holy fuck, she was so tight. I remembered she liked to be spoken to so I whispered in her ear, “You are so beautiful. You’re so fucking perfect.” She moaned as I watched her tongue glide over her bottom lip. Good, I thought, she does like that. She started grinding into me as I began my rhythm. I thrusted faster into her and she moaned again, “Please…” I repeated how gorgeous she is, how hard I am for her, how tight she is. “Please…” she moaned breathlessly yet again.

  I was so close to coming, but I wanted her to release first. I knew it would make me explode so much harder. I started to try to think of other things so I wouldn’t let go yet as I continued to thrust into her harder. “Oh God Please…” she moaned as if she were in agony. “Am I hurting you?” I asked into her ear in a whisper. “Oh…God no...oh…no…please.” I couldn’t for the fucking life of me figure out why she wasn’t coming.

  I lifted her leg up, thinking that maybe she needed a different angle. Fuck. That felt so good. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this angle. I looked down at her and remembered she likes to be talked to. “Yeah baby. That feels so good. Come with me.” And just then she came so hard. She shuddered again and I felt her tighten around my cock as if milking me for everything I had. That was it for me and I came so hard, thrusting as far in her as I could. She screamed out, “Ahh, yes…yes!”

  I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and her ear. “That was incredible,” I whispered breathlessly. She still had her eyes closed and nodded. I noticed she still had tears coming. “Did I hurt you?” I had no idea what to think at that point.

  “No.” She shook her head. “It was so good…I loved being with you.”

  “Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I was completely confused. Fuck. Mel was right. I should have waited with her. Crap. Now she thinks she really is a rebound.

  “I...umm,” she sniffled. “Did I displease you?” Her brows were pulled in looking confused and concerned.

  What? Why the fuck would she ask that? “No…why...how would you have not pleased me? Why are you asking that?”

  She replied, “Because you waited so long to tell me to come.” What? And then it hit me…Holy Fuck. Are you kidding me? That sick fucker messed her up in her head so much that she had to be told to come? I mean, I enjoy the hell out of telling a woman to come, but not as a command. I was trying to contain my shock.

  “Izzy, I was waiting for you to come.” I got back on top of her and looked into her eyes and kissed her hard. “Don’t ever expect me to tell you to come. You come whenever you want.” She nodded, but still seemed to struggle with that concept so I continued, “I loved watching you come. It turned me on even more when you came.” She seemed totally confused, but I wasn’t sure what else to say. I pulled her to my chest, wrapping arm around her.

  She turned to me and as I studied her face, I couldn’t help but realize she was upset. I really should have held off with her.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered.

  “Yes. I’m…I’m so sorry. I thought you needed to tell me…it doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry.”

  I was relieved that maybe we sorted the issue out. “You don’t need to be sorry.” I kissed her tears and held her in my arms. I was still shocked and I had no idea what else to say. If I said anything, I’d probably go off about her sick ex and she didn’t need that right now. So I just held her.

  After a while, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up. I came back and Izzy was putting her wet clothes back on. “What are you doing?” I asked her while giving a small chuckle. Why would you put on wet clothes?

  “Umm, I...I figured we were done and we’d probably go to lunch.” She said shyly. What the hell is going on in that head of hers? I felt like I needed to lay it down for her.

  “Izzy. Take off your wet clothes. Get back in bed and I’ll throw your wet stuff in the dryer. When they’re dry, we’ll head out to eat. Got it?” I said with a smirk. We’re going to talk some shit out, I decided. I grabbed her clothes after she slowly got back in bed, still looking unsure, and I ran downstairs and threw them in the dryer.

  I returned to my room and got right back into bed pulling her to my chest. I thought she might tell me things easier if she wasn’t looking at me or gauging my expression. I was glad she snuggled in. She fit perfectly with me. It just felt right.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked. She shrugged. Maybe I should get her an AmberBock. “Let me guess. You think you’re a rebound and thought if we just left, we wouldn’t talk about it again. Am I getting warm?” She shrugged again, but I could feel her smile into my chest. I kissed her forehead and hugged her. “You are not a rebound.” Nothing. No reaction. “Are you not answering me because you don’t believe me? Or because you don’t want it to be more than a rebound?”

  She whispered, “The first one.” I nodded and hugged her tighter.

  “Well, I’ll just have to prove it to you then.” I bent my head down and kissed her passionately. God, I love kissing her. Her lips were so soft. I hugged her tight and we broke our kiss. She returned her head to my chest. I started playing with her hands, pressing our hands and entwining our fingers together.

  She took a deep breath. “I was a virgin when I first met him.” She let that hang in the air for a little while.

  I realized she was around 22 then. How was that possible being that she’s so freaking gorgeous? “I thought Mel said you dated a lot in college.” I was trying to figure out how any college guy didn’t take her virginity and why she let her ex do it.

  “I pushed them away when they started getting too close. I…didn’t want to be like my mom.” I nodded thinking about her and her ex and then realized that I’m the only other guy she’s slept with.

  She snuggled in close seeming to be relieved about telling me her secret. I hugged her tight and kissed her head. I rubbed her back and she sighed deep, looking up at me.

  As I kissed her deeply again, she moaned into my mouth. I placed my hand on her cheek and our hands ran slowly over each other’s body. I cupped her breast squeezing her taut nipple and she moaned into my mouth. She ran her hand along my body down to my hard cock. I couldn’t wait to get back inside her, especially when she gripped my shaft tight. I kissed her neck and moved on top of her. I reached down and felt how wet she was for me already. I grabbed another condom and sat up, rolling it down my cock.

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p; I lowered myself on top of her and kissed her hard as she spread her legs to let me enter. We both moaned into each other’s mouth as my cock rubbed along her wet seam. She ground her hips into me as lifted slightly so I could thrust myself slow and hard into her.

  The feeling was so intense. It wasn’t just sex, it was definitely something much more that I wasn’t ready to define just yet. I continued to thrust slow and hard as I listened to her deep breaths and whimpers. She began to moan longer and I knew she was close. I wasn’t sure if she was over her issue of me having to tell her to come, so I thrust faster into her and whispered, “Come with me baby,” into her ear. She moaned and shuddered hard, hugging my body tight to her while squeezing my cock into coming with her. I exploded into her, thrusting faster as she pulled me harder with her spasms.

  The only sound in my room was that of our heavy breaths. That had to be the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had. It was deeper than what I’d ever had with anyone—ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same. She hugged me and kissed my neck as we stayed where we were, neither of us wanting to move.

  I heard the dryer signaled that her clothes were dry at the same time my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. I wanted to hold her longer without all the interruptions. She kissed me deeply again. Her eyes were bright as she giggled and said, “That was…intense.” She exhaled a deep breath, smiling.

  “Yeah, it was.” I kissed her again and heard her stomach growl. She giggled again. Man, I’ll never tire of her giggling. I kissed her cheek. “Someone needs to eat, I guess.” I chuckled. “Come on, let’s get that lunch I promised you.” I went to the bathroom to clean up and Izzy ran downstairs to get her clothes from the dryer.

  I was just sorting out all that just happened between us, not to mention how incredible it was and hoping it would be like that each time when I heard the front door open and shut. Did she just leave? What the fuck is going on now? I threw my jeans on and ran downstairs to find Fucking Whore standing in the living room staring at Izzy, who was just finishing putting her top on over her bra. Fucking Whore had her mouth opened, clearly disgusted and sneered, “Well, it sure didn’t take you long at all to find a replacement!”

  Are you kidding me? “What the fuck are you doing here,” I spat at her.

  “I left you a voicemail telling you I was coming over to get the rest of my clothes out of the spare bedroom,” she snarled as she eyed Izzy with daggers.

  “Why didn’t you knock before coming in,” I snapped at her.

  “Because I still have a key and figured you were in the shower, but I guess you were too busy fucking one of your bar whores,” she shouted back at me, holding up her key.

  “She’s not a whore; you’re the only fucking whore in here. After all, I did walk in on you bent over with some guy,” I reminded her.

  “Well, that’s more than I ever got from you since you worked all the fucking time,” she spat back.

  I looked over at Izzy, giving her an apologetic look that she had to hear this crap just before she turned to walk into the kitchen. Shit, I felt sorry for Izzy. “Give me back my key, get your shit and get out,” I told Sheila. She threw her keys at me and stomped past me up the stairs. I heard her huffing while she grabbed her clothes.

  I walked into the kitchen to see Izzy leaning against the counter with her arms folded across her stomach. “Sorry about that. That’s the last thing you should have to hear after what we just shared.”

  She shrugged. “It’s alright. I understand.” She swallowed and looked away. “Is there ever going to be a time when we won’t have someone walking in on us?”

  I chuckled at that. “Damn, I hope so.” I was glad she could make a joke at a time like this.

  Fucking Whore came down the stairs with an arm full of clothes. I ran and opened the door for her as she stormed past me. “Figures you’d have a rebound that quick; what else did I expect?”

  “She’s not a rebound, she’s my girlfriend and you have no right to even talk to me about finding someone else. Don’t call me again and don’t come here again,” I said as I slammed the door in her face.

  I walked back to the kitchen where Izzy had grabbed her shoes and was putting them on. She peeked up and joked, “Well, that was fun.”

  I pulled her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her. My lips brushed along her neck and she moaned. The sound shot straight to my cock and I was already hard for her. That was when I heard another noise coming from her stomach. My woman needed to eat. “Ready,” I whispered and gave her another kiss along her jawline. I knew there was nothing else to say about what just occurred with Fucking Whore.

  She gave me a sly grin, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll only leave with you if we take the bike.”

  I smiled. “Deal.”

  We left the house after I put my shirt and shoes on. I checked my phone and saw several texts from Fucking Whore before she came over. She was still in her car in my driveway talking on the phone to someone as we walked past her to get to my bike.

  The last thing I saw after we hopped on and took off was Fucking Whore’s face as Izzy wrapped her arms around me and put her head down facing the other direction. Fucking Whore was pissed and disgusted. I was glad we were done. Why I stayed with her so long, I couldn’t figure out, other than just wanting to be with someone.

  We could have actually walked to the diner, but since Izzy loves the bike, I couldn’t say no. It was an added bonus that Fucking Whore was still there to see us get on the bike she hated so much.

  Taking a window seat, we opened up our menus. Of course my phone rang out. I looked down. I clicked it off when I saw who it was. “Her again?” Izzy asked, smirking.

  “Yep.”

  “What’s good here?” She asked changing the subject.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Izzy

  AFTER OUR MEAL, we headed back to the townhouse so I could get ready for work. I had to admit I was a little nervous about how it would be at Allure tonight. You know…now that I’m banging my boss. Crude, I know. He did say I was his girlfriend to Sheila, so I know at least it’s not just a fling between us. I hoped.

  I couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous Sheila really was and wondered if he didn’t look at her and want her back just a little bit. I made sure to spend extra time on my hair and makeup, just in case he had any thoughts about missing her. She seemed to still be calling him a lot. I tried my best not to get jealous, after all, the lessons I had learned about that topic, but I couldn’t help it after getting a look at her. At least before I met her if you could call that meeting her, I pictured her to look like a horrible nasty person. But seeing her in person, I was shocked at how beautiful she really was.

  Couple her looks with how strange I probably seemed to Z in bed and I had a list of doubts about what he might be thinking about me. After all the crying the past couple days, he must be convinced I had more than just some issues. Was he just waiting for a couple days to pass so he could dump me? As much as I tried not to think those thoughts, they continually crossed my mind. And another reason why Melanie was right. We probably should have taken it slow. Much slower.

  I shook off my feelings and headed to work. Sandy, Mark and some of the waitresses were already there opening up. “Wow, you look smokin’, Iz!” Mark admired as he inspected me.

  Sandy smirked. “Yeah, you do. You look like you’re glowing too. Did you two finally hook up?” She asked elbowing me. I wasn’t sure if she was talking about Mark or Z? I was afraid to explore that one.

  I turned red and tried to change the subject. “Umm…what else needs to get done before opening?”

  Mark teased me, ignoring my attempt to sidestep their comments. “If they didn’t, they will soon.”

  I rolled my eyes, laughing and shaking my head. “I’ll go refill the cocktail napkins.” I turned to walk to the stock room and grabbed a stack of cocktail napkins. Counting how many I had, I turned and ran right into Z.

  “Hey
you.” He smiled huge and then pressed his lips to mine.

  “Hey…” I stammered as he pulled back, smirking at me. I don’t know why it felt awkward all of a sudden. I bit my lip and gazed up at him.

  “Damn, you look gorgeous tonight.” Then he bent down and whispered in my ear, “You also look fucking hot with no makeup on, especially when you’re lying under me.” Warmth spread like fire through my body. He kissed me again, this time harder and more passionate. He pulled back after our kiss leaving me completely breathless.

  “You doing alright? You seem a bit nervous.” He pulled his brows together, clearly concerned.

  “No, I’m fine. I guess I was feeling like this might be a bit awkward.”

  He kissed me gently then put his forehead to mine. “Nah, we’ll just work the same as always together. No worries, okay?” I nodded and he gave me another quick kiss before we walked out.

  Mark and Sandy were laughing with each other and stared over smiling at the two of us walking out together. I came behind the bar and began to load the napkins and anything else I could do to stay busy. Z walked back to his office so Sandy came running over, smiling huge. “So spill it. When, where, how long?”

  “Sandy!”

  She started giggling. “I guess Mark coming here made him speed things up a bit.”

  “What do you mean? Speed what up?” I studied her expression.

  Mark came over. “Oh please, Z’s been so into you since you stepped in here. That first night he was undressing you with his eyes.”

  I hit his arm. “Mark!”

  He laughed. “It’s true! He’s had it bad for you for a while now.” I bit my lip and thought about it. How did I miss that? It was thrilling to know that and it helped squash some of those inferior feelings I had of comparing myself to Sheila since they were still together at that point.

  THE REST of the week flew by. Mostly, we slept over at his place at night, staying up until we were exhausted after making love endlessly. In the morning, he would go to his gym after dropping me off at my place and I would go for my run, then we’d meet back up for lunch.