by Amy Brent
“How about right now?”
“I’m going to need a nap if I’m going to deal with you,” I said.
“Deal with me? I’m hurt, Jes.”
“Get used to it,” I said, with a grin.
No really, you fucker. Get used to it.
“I like the sound of that. How about I get your number and I can text you my address.”
“I guess I could do that,” I said, playfully.
Rattling off my number, he sent me a text with his address. We set a time for six that evening, then I watched him walk away. That gave me time to go home and spend time with Caleb before going back out again tonight. It would also give my nanny a break so she wasn’t working two long days back to back.
After all, I wasn’t going to neglect the care of my son simply to get back at Chris. My son came first. Always.
I went home and cuddled him in my arms, trying to forget about the evening ahead. I laid with him on the couch as he rested on my bosom, my hand cradling his head. He was so small. Eight months was hardly enough time to learn how to maneuver his body, much less process the world around him. I’d read every baby book I could get my hands on when I was pregnant with him, and modeled in every gig I could take until I started showing. I was determined to make a better life for us. Determined to build a life my son could be proud of. I was driven to give him everything he could possibly need to succeed, whether I had to compromise myself to do it or not.
But this—getting even with Chris was for me. It would give me closure, it would stop my mind from wondering about him, and it would thrust us forward into a better life. A life without regrets and a life without questions. My son deserved that.
After all Chris put me through, I deserved that.
I laid Caleb down in his crib for the evening before I went to go get ready. I wasn’t dressing up like I had the night before. A cute pair of skinny jeans, a tight shirt that showed off my curves, and a sensible pair of heels was all I’d need for the night. A little splash of makeup and a little fluff of my hair, and I was ready to go. Men like Chris, driven by bodies more than minds, were easy to get to. Their walls were easy to erode. They played themselves up to be strong, but they were the easiest thing in the world to figure out.
A little shimmy and a little shake, and they were drooling dogs in my lap.
I left extra money on the counter for my nanny, despite her protests. Then I grabbed my things, headed for my car and left for my appointment with Chris. I entered the address into my GPS and let it guide me to his home, shocked when I pulled up to it. He was obviously doing well for himself if he could afford such a place. A two-story beachfront condo with windows on all sides of the first floor that overlooked the beauty of the ocean.
And there he was. Standing on his porch with a glass of wine in his hand.
“I see you found the place all right.”
“I see you make a lot more money than you let on,” I said.
“I do well for myself,” Chris said.
“I think ‘well’ is talking it down a bit.”
Walking up to where he was standing, I accepted the glass of wine he handed me. I watched his eyes rake up and down my form, and it took all I had to bury my smirk. He was right where I wanted him, and I loved giving him the appearance of control. It was going to drive him insane when he figured out who was actually pulling the strings in this situation.
It would drive him mad.
“The view is beautiful,” I said.
“It’s my second favorite view in the city,” he said.
“What in the world is your first one?” I asked.
“I’m looking at her.”
I turned and looked into his bright blue eyes and I faked my smile. Did he really think that line was going to work on me? Man, I hoped and prayed he had better game than that. Otherwise this beachfront condo was not being put to good use.
“Another glass of wine?” Chris asked.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
He led me into his condo and I tried not to gawk too much. It was a beautiful sight to behold. The furniture was plush and the countertops were a beautiful light granite. I could hear the ocean beating against the sand as he slipped another glass of wine into my hand. I felt his touch descend to the small of my back and I had to take a deep breath.
I couldn’t let myself get carried away. No matter how good it felt.
“Would you like to see the upstairs?” Chris asked.
“Does it have as good of a view as the first story?” I asked.
“The best view in the house.”
“Then lead the way.”
He led me up the steps, his hand melding into the curvature of my waist. He was cozying up to me, just like I thought he would. I sipped on my second glass of wine as we turned the corner, and I found myself looking into a very expansive loft area. The only part of the room that was cordoned off by walls was behind us, and the only thing I figured it could be was the bathroom.
The floor-to-ceiling walls his king-sized bed sat beside looked out over the ocean. The nighttime sky hung heavy with the stars that twinkled out in the distance. It really was a breathtaking view, and I allowed myself to slip into it. I allowed myself the freedom to walk up to the windows, place my hand against it, and act as if I was plucking the stars straight from the sky.
Like Chris had promised me when we were younger.
“Told you it had the best view,” I said.
But I caught his eyes in the window and saw him staring at my ass.
I sat on the edge of his bed and stared out over the ocean. He plucked my empty wine glass from between my fingers, then settled his hand onto my knee. He was massaging it, sending electrical spikes up my leg that I tried to ignore. His touch was hot and our bodies were close, the twinkling of the stars he had promised me hypnotizing. I felt my body heating up as his hand threaded around my waist, then his finger crooked underneath my chin. My head was on a swivel, moving at his beck and call until my eyes were gazing into his.
“It’s good to see you again,” Chris said.
Then, his lips descended onto mine.
Chapter 4
Christopher
The moment my lips connected with hers I couldn’t help myself. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of my body. I forced my tongue through her lips, wanting to taste the woman I had missed for two fucking years. Her face was scrunched, fighting between standing her ground and giving way to me. But I knew my Jessi. I knew she would fight.
Then I knew she would cave. Sweetly and delicately underneath my command.
The desire in the air was thick. The waves were crashing on the shore as Jessi sank into my body. I grabbed handfuls of her ass, rolling her into my body as I laid my back down onto the bed. Her legs straddled my cock and I could feel her body heating up. Her tongue collided with mine as she pressed deeper into my lips, our teeth clattering together before she sucked on my lower lip.
I rolled over and pinned her under my body. I grabbed her hands, pinning them over her head. I sucked on her tongue and lapped at the roof of her mouth, pulling moans from her throat I’d only heard in my dreams. Her legs were spread wide and her tits were pressing into me. She was giving into me quicker than I thought she would, and I smiled as I dipped my lips to her neck.
My sweet, sweet girl. I knew she would come back to me.
Ripping her clothes from her body, I stared as the pale moonlight coated her curves. Her tits were perfect, her nipples begging to be sucked. I ripped my shirt off my back and fell to her body, her hands working my pants down the slope of my ass. I took one of her nipples between my teeth, pulling and tugging as her feet pressed my pants to the floor. I could feel her undulating into me, keeping time with the waves on the beach as her scent filled the space around us.
I loved how submissive she was in bed. I’d always loved it. Jessi was a strong-willed woman in public, but underneath my body she was my little pillow princess. Willing to do anything so long a
s I commanded it. I sucked on her nipples and nipped at her stomach, tracing the outlines of her curves with my fingertips as I slid between her legs.
Ready to feast on her arousal, I was about to experience the only taste in the world I couldn’t replicate.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her into my face. My hands pinned her hips to the bed as she wound her fingertips into the locks of my hair. I lapped up her slit, tasting all of her as I groaned in satisfaction. I could feel my cock dripping for attention. Throbbing and begging to plunge into her body and never come out.
But I wanted to eat my fill of her first.
I wanted to get drunk on her before I made her forget I’d ever left.
Finding her swollen clit I felt it pulsing against the tip of my tongue. I flicked and sucked it, reveling as I watched her face scrunch in pleasure. She was trying hard to buck into me, to find more friction than I was giving her. She was tugging at my hair and panting for more, but I wanted to hear it—to hear her beg me for it.
The lightest touches grazed her clit and she became desperate. Sweat started shining on her chest as her tits bounced with her movements. Jessi was a glorious sight when she lost control. A minx among fish that simply laid there and looked as if they were dying from lack of oxygen. She arched her back and tugged at her nipples. She bit down on her lower lip and curled her toes into my back. I watched her lips part in ecstasy. So close, yet so far away.
Then, I heard it.
Finally, I heard that beautiful little word I’d been waiting for.
“Please,” she said, gasping.
Plunging my tongue into her pussy, I pressed down onto her clit. Her nails raked along my scalp as I sucked it between my lips, hanging on as her juices flowed onto my cheeks. She was shaking and trembling, her body contracting and her thighs locking me in. Her soft, sensual skin pressed against my face, muting out the entire world as I focused on her face.
It flushed with pleasure as her back dropped to the bed, and I knew I would have my way with her. I knew I would have it, and I knew she would let me.
I stalked up her body as my dick slid against her thigh. I hovered above her, pressing the tip of my dick at her dripping wet entrance. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a mixture of hazy pleasure and wanton lust floating amidst them. I touched my lips to hers, feeling her tongue dart out so she could lick some of her taste off my skin.
I reached out for the bedside table as she caught my wrist, her eyes filled with a hazy ecstasy.
“I’m protected, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said.
My cock twitched against her dripping heat. Not only would I get to have her, but I would get to feel all of her. Protected and unabated against the thickness of my cock.
I planted my hands beside her head and reached down for my cock. I pressed it against her entrance, watching as her chest flushed with her readiness. I plunged into her and watched how her eyes widened, my lips curling into a grin as she shivered.
I’d missed that shiver. That small little action that gave away her need for me.
Setting a relentless pace, I didn’t give her time to breathe as I sank into her body. My cock was dripping with delight, glad to be home again as I slammed against her walls. I ground my hips against her clit, watching her jump as her nails raked down my arms.
Pinning her hands above her head, I watched as her eyes widened with joy.
I pulled out from between her legs and flipped her over quickly. I scooted her to the edge of the bed, then kicked my knee between her legs. Like the good little girl she was, she opened herself up for me. She pressed her hips up into the air as her cheek laid against the sheets of my bed. I ran my cock along her slit, teasing her clit with the precum dripping from my cock.
Then I slid into her, watching her ass jiggle as she shook.
I gripped tightly to the excess of her hips and pulled her back into me. My balls were slapping against her pussy, spraying her arousal on my skin as her pussy throbbed around me. I reached out and tangled my fist in her hair, pulling her head up from the bed so I could hear her sounds.
“That’s it,” I said. “Let me hear you, Jes. Just like I always did.”
“Holy hell, Chris. Holy—fuck. I—you’re so—it’s—you—”
I climbed between her legs as my thrusts shoved her further up the mattress. I planted my knees between her legs, then wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her upright, pressing the swell of my sweating chest into the soft warmth of her back. Then I pulled her hair from her shoulder and slowly kissed her skin.
Allowing her a brief moment to catch her breath, my hand wrapped around her neck.
I pounded into her, watching her tits jump as her head fell into the crook of my neck. Her hands reached back for my hair, grabbing onto anything she could as I took her body the way I wanted. Her legs were shaking and her stomach was jolting. I could feel her pussy pulling me deeper into her body as my balls curled up into me. I slid my hand up from her neck and grabbed her chin, turning her lips my way so I could capture them.
Then I dealt the final blow with my cock that forced us both over the edge.
My throat swallowed her groans as I emptied myself into her. Her pussy was as tight as I remembered, gripping me within its grasp and refusing to let go. Her entire body was shaking in my arms as my lips held her kiss. She was tugging on my hair so tightly I thought she’d rip it right from my scalp.
And for the first time in my life, I felt light-headed after my own orgasm.
The two of us collapsed to the bed and I curled my arm around her. She cuddled into me the way she always had, with her head on my chest and her sopping wet leg thrown around my hips. I cradled her in my arm, running my fingers through her mangled curls as I tucked my other hand beneath my head.
Holy hell, I had missed fucking this woman.
“Stay with me tonight,” I said. “Let me wake you up like that.”
“I can’t,” Jessi said. “I need to get back.”
“If it’s the rehearsal, you won’t be wearing the same outfit. You can take a shower here and everything.”
“It’s not that, but I have to get home.”
I felt her pulling away from me and I tightened my grasp.
“Stay with me, sweet girl. Just a while longer.”
Jessi hovered over me, her big green eyes sparkling with the stars they reflected. She was a beautiful woman. More beautiful than I had ever conjured in my dreams. I wanted to tell her how much I had thought about her. I wanted to tell her why I had left. I wanted her to know that it really wasn’t her. That family sometimes got in the way of things and that I had a career to look out for.
Especially after what my mother pulled.
“I can’t,” she said with a whisper.
She slipped from my grasp and my sweet girl was gone. I watched Jessi’s headstrong personality roar back to life as she gathered up her clothes and dressed. I laid there, my body bare for her as she looked upon me one last time, her eyes taking me in before that telltale flush crept into her cheeks.
I grinned and she shook her head before she headed for the door.
“I won’t ask again,” I said.
“Good. Then I won’t have to refuse again.”
Then just like that, she was gone into the night.
Chapter 5
Jessi
“I found a fantastic bottle of wine I thought you might enjoy,” Chris said.
“I’m not sure why I needed that piece of information, but thank you for indulging me,” I said.
“It pairs well with a good steak. Maybe some parmesan broccoli.”
“I’m still not sure if you’re trying to sell me on your cooking or make me punch you because I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Why haven’t you eaten all day?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t diet while working?”
“I don’t. It was a long night last night and I got up late. Had to forgo eating in order to get here on time. A
nd we haven’t stopped practicing, courtesy of the choreographer.”
“Not my fault your female counterparts aren’t getting their turns down right,” he said. “Which is all the more reason for you to come enjoy dinner with me tonight.”
“Can’t. I’ve got plans.”
“If they don’t include food, then my plans are better.”
“My plans always include food. Have you seen these hips?”
“I had them in my hands a couple of days ago.”
My cheeks blushed at the comment as I took a sip of my water. Christopher was running us ragged with this damn runway performance we were supposed to be doing. I loved modeling. It was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. But this choreography was intricate and it was tripping up the smaller girls because of how broadly he wanted them to turn. Many of the dresses and outfits the designer was creating for the fashion show had parts of them that billowed. Whether it was a skirt or a dress, or a peplum shirt or bell-shaped sleeves, something on every outfit was billowing outwards toward the crowd.
So, every piece we showcased had three turns we had to know.
“I can’t get together with you tonight, Chris. I already have plans.”
