by Skye Warren
“Yes. Thank you.” She said hearing her voice almost crack. Get a fucking grip! It’s just sex and god knows what else. You can do this.
Holly stood and walked over to the window. She watched as the people below walked down the sidewalk with their Christmas gifts, and small groups of people sang Christmas carols, collecting for charities. A moment later she watched Conrad’s reflection in the glass as he laid their glasses on the table and stood behind her. She felt one of his hands graze her arm as his other hand slid behind her neck to push her hair to the side exposing her neck. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. “You’re stunning, Holly.” He growled and then she felt his warm lips touch her collarbone.
She felt weak in the knees as he gently grazed his lips along her neck and then her ear. Nothing like wasted time, she thought. It had been so long since she had been with a man. She forgot what it felt like to be touched like this. Holly watched him through the reflection of the glass. He was watching her too as his arms went around her and he started to unbutton her pink blouse. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She could feel the fabric slide down her shoulders leaving her in only her lace bra and skirt. Her nipples instantly peaked like stones and she knew her panties were already soaked.
His hands moved without hesitation as each one gently kneaded each of her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra. She tilted her head to give him more access as his tongue traced lightly across her skin and drew her ear lobe into his mouth.
“So beautiful.” He growled. “You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to you Holly.” Conrad spun her around so she was staring at him, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. He had to have been at least 6’2. He pushed her up against the glass window. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, and then slid the fabric down her legs, letting it pool around her ankles. Holly stepped out of it and he kicked the skirt aside. He nudged his knee between her legs slowly pushing them apart. Holly watched as his eyes devoured every part of her body. She felt totally exposed standing there in her lace bra and panties, her body pushed up against the glass window where people busily raced on the streets below. All they had to do was look up and they would see her.
She felt his thumb trace along her clit on top of the lace fabric of her panties and she let out a moan she couldn’t control. She could feel her pussy pulse with anticipation.
“You’re soaked, Holly.” He said with a wicked grin. She watched as he licked his lips and fell to his knees. A second later she heard the rip of her panties as he tore them off and threw them aside. Her body jolted at the first touch of his tongue. He lightly ran his tongue along her clit teasing it, flicking it back and forth. He was barely touching it but it was enough to drive her insane. Jesus Christ. She had forgotten what it felt like. It had been far too long.
Then a full lick; His entire tongue dragging along her tight hole all the way up between her silk lips and then to her swollen nub. He sucked it into his mouth and she couldn’t control herself any longer. Her hands dove into his inky hair as her hips writhed of their own volition. Her breaths were starting to come as pants.
“I need you Holly. All of you.” He whispered.
She looked down at him as his head tilted up staring at her. He wore a primal look on his face. She could see her juices on his mouth and the need on his face. It made her breath hitch and even though she didn’t know this man, in that moment she wanted him. All of him.
"Yes," She gasped, opening the space between her legs giving him full access to do as he pleased. Was she really leaning up against a glass window while this gorgeous man below tormented her body? Holly struggled to keep silent when she felt the pad of his thumb run across her clit, back and forth, and then his finger trailed lower to enter her. Oh my god. She dropped her head back against the glass as she felt his thick finger slide into her pussy. Fuck! It felt so good. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her when he slid in a second finger.
He groaned as she felt her inner walls wrap around his fingers while he pumped them in and out. "I'm-" Her words wouldn’t come out as she hurdled to an explosive orgasm that wiped out her every thought. She felt like she was spinning as the wave crashed through her body over and over again. He pumped faster and sucked her clit at an intensity she thought would kill her.
"Oh...my...god!" Holly gasped as her hands hung on to his head to keep her from
falling over. A minute later she felt him withdraw his fingers and his strong hands slid up her thighs and grabbed her ass. "So beautiful." He whispered in a husky voice. "You’re so perfect, Holly. I want every inch of you." She opened her eyes to see he was standing. Her chest was heaving when his mouth crashed onto hers. She could taste herself on him as he pressed his tongue between the seam of her lips. She could feel his hard bulge press into her belly as their tongues dueled for top spot. Conrad pulled away from her mouth and swept her up in one quick movement, making his way down the hall. She could only assume they were headed to the bedroom.
Chapter 4
As he gently laid her on the bed, he kneeled at the edge like a cougar ready to pounce, never looking away. Jesus, his eyes were so mesmerizing. Eyes that she could get lost in. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor below. Holy shit, he was stunning. He stood before her, and all she could see was rock hard muscle, rippling abs and a tribal tattoo on his left bicep. She held his stare and could see what he saw. A delicate woman, vulnerable and emotional. They had shared less than an hour together and he already had her begging for him. The silence in the room was deafening as she watched him remove his pants and underwear. His large hard cock jutted out. My god. It was fucking huge and the first thought that raced through her brain was 'split her in two!'
He crawled on the bed with a predatory look, his eyes focused on her lips. He bent down, taking a long draw of her mouth making it one of the most intense kisses Holly had ever experienced. He let out a deep moan as he pulled away and growled, "Fuck, I need you. You belong to me, Holly." His voice was a deep, menacing growl. She could still smell the faint scent of brandy on his breath. She could feel her pulse quicken as his hands wrapped around her, undoing her lace bra. The mattress dipped more as he climbed on top of her, his mouth engulfing a full nipple.
She could feel his cock press into her thigh as she arched her back to give him more. "Mmm." She moaned. Her nipples were rock hard and aching for more attention.
He eased his tongue out and traced a circle around each areola before drawing one in for a long tantalizing suck. God, she was going insane as the sensation took over. She wanted more. She wanted his cock.
Conrad reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom and slipped it on. He rubbed himself against her wet folds and she felt him twitch in excitement as his hard cock slid into her slowly. He stretched her open like never before. It was pain and pleasure all at once as her pussy tried to accommodate his width.
"Fuck, you’re so tight." Conrad said in a husky voice. She closed her eyes as he pulled back and then thrusted back in deeper. He gave her a few more slow thrusts before snaking his arm underneath her and pulling her hips up off the bed. He held her there while he moved in and out of her. At this angle, his cock rubbed against her clit with each thrust. Holly could feel the buildup of another orgasm as he slammed harder threatening to push her over the edge. She could feel her walls clamp tighter around his cock and then he groaned. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes!" She gasped.
He smiled and slipped in further. Her moans were enticing him on. His hand reached down to tweak her clit as he fucked her harder. "Oh god." She moaned, not being able to control herself. She could feel the orgasm building when she finally went rigid and felt the rush of warm liquid between her legs. As she came, her gasps and moans got louder and Conrad rode out her orgasm, each thrust making her shudder harder against him. It seemed to take forever to finally come down from the ecstasy she was feeling. She felt lightheaded and dizzy from the sensation.
Chapter 5
Moments later Holly heard a chime race through the penthouse. Conrad jumped up and wrapped a sheet around his waist. He looked back at her and smiled. “Food has arrived.” She watched as he left the room and then she closed her eyes. She ran a hand through her already tousled locks and let out a little giggle. What the fuck was going on? First, she would have never done this with a stranger. Second, she couldn’t fight her body reacting to the way he drove her crazy. Third, she had to admit to herself that was the most exciting, soul-shattering sex she had ever had. No one had ever made her feel like that. She was attracted to Conrad. There was no denying it.
She peered over at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was almost 11:00 p.m. Her hand covered her mouth as she realized they had been at it for over two hours. A moment later she watched as he pushed a cart of silver platters into the bedroom. Conrad grabbed the large tray and placed it in the middle of the bed and then slipped on a pair of boxers. His eyes rose to hers. “Hungry?” He asked, lifting the silver lids and revealing a spread of various foods.
Holly pulled the sheet up to her chin and bent over a little more to inspect the spread of food. One platter held various fruits like strawberries, watermelon and cantaloupe. The other had pizza and wings with various side sauces. The last tray made her laugh out loud, a platter of cheeseburgers and fries. She looked up at him and smiled. He had a wide grin that held a hint of mischief to it.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered a bit of everything.” He said, grabbing a fry and taking a bite.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, “I like everything, specifically the burger and fries.”
“Ah. A girl that is not afraid of greasy food! Love it!”
She grabbed a fry as well and took a bite. They both sat there in silence eating for a few minutes when Conrad finally slipped off the bed. “The bathroom is over there if you’d like to take a shower.”
“Thank you.” She said and leaned up against the headboard. Her mind was whirling and she had to ask him again. “Conrad. Why are you doing this? I honestly don’t understand.”
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. His eyes held an intense stare and then he took a few strides and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. His hand came up and cupped the side of her cheek. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, Holly. I honestly can’t tell you what it is, but something has drawn me to you, other than the past due notifications my business has gotten about your club.”
She searched his face not understanding his last words. His face held a zealous look to it as she tried to make sense of what he just said. “Wait. What did you just say?”
He sat up straight and took a deep breath. “Renshaw Holdings is the name of my company. We deal in property management, among many other things. My company is the owner of thousands of buildings in New York including your nightclub.”
Holly backed up further against the headboard. “You own my building? You’re the landlord I have been trying to negotiate with and you’re the one that threatened that I’ll lose my club?” She felt a pang of anger race through her. She knew she was out of line and had no right to be pissed off. She was the one that failed to pay the rent on her club for months but fuck, she was still pissed.
Conrad looked at her and arched an eyebrow. “When I was notified of how many months you were behind, that is when I went to the club. I wanted to see who would be losing their life’s investment.” He stood and walked to a tall armoire that stood in the corner of the room. As he pulled the doors open, he said, “You sound pissed off and clearly you have no right. If I wanted to be an asshole, I could have evicted you months ago on default.”
She watched as he slipped into a pair of loose sweat pants and then tied the drawstring at his waist. Jesus, he was gorgeous and those pants outlined his taut ass perfectly. He finally turned to face her. “I’m sure you would like to know how I know so much about your mother?”
Holly sat there staring at the sheets. For the last several months her emotions had taken a toll on her in a way where she felt she was changing into someone else. The anguish was too much regardless of how she tried to deal with it but now, this one night would make it go away. All of it and possibly save her mother’s life. What right did she have to feel any anger at this man? He was simply attracted to her and arranged a simple exchange; sex for payment. Call her a slut, a prostitute…at this point she didn’t give a fuck as long as her mother lived. She finally looked up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at him. “I’m sorry and of course I’m curious. But there’s no need to tell me. Maybe it’s better if you didn’t.” She said, looking back down at the bed.
Conrad sat on the edge of the bed and laid his hand on hers. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. “Actually, Holly, I think it’s very important I explain how I know. It will help you understand why I’m so drawn to you.” He whispered.
Chapter 6
After Holly had taken a shower, Conrad took one. She padded over to the California King bed as she towel-dried her long wet hair. Her eyes landed on a large black box with a red Christmas bow and a small envelope that sat on top of the comforter. The inscription read ‘Holly’.
She smiled to herself and picked up the envelope, sliding out the small piece of white parchment. Four words were written in black ink: I hope it fits. She removed the bow and lifted the cover of the box. Pushing aside the red tissue, she pulled out a blood red, V-neck silk nightgown with spaghetti straps. It was so soft to the touch. She immediately turned to look at the bathroom door that was still closed and smiled to herself.
She disrobed, and slipped into the nightgown and walked over to the corner cheval mirror to inspect herself. It fit her like a glove. The neckline dipped just low enough to show off her full round breasts and hugged her waist and hips but also loosened as it flowed down her body just below the ankles. She turned to inspect her ass and loved what she saw. Holly couldn’t help it and let out a small laugh when she saw Conrad’s reflection in the mirror. He was watching her. She turned around and smiled. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
He took a few strides towards her and motioned for her to turn around. She watched as his eyes drew in every inch of her. “You look stunning.” He smiled and a moment later turned for the bedroom door. “How about we sit in the living room and get more comfortable? I’ll make you a drink, if you like.”
“Okay.” She agreed, following him from the bedroom. She sat down on the black sectional that faced the Christmas tree and watched the lights twinkle until he sat down beside her and passed her a drink.
“Thank you.” She took the glass from him and noticed he held a small picture frame in his hand. “What’s that?” She pointed.
Conrad held it out in front of her for a better view. Holly laid her glass down on the table and took the picture from him taking a better look. It looked like a mountaintop with snow sprinkled everywhere. Conrad was standing in a winter snowsuit with his arm around a woman and both were smiling as they looked back at the camera from the picture. They looked so happy, as if they had just conquered a task or something.
“Who is she, your wife?” She asked, looking at him. She looked back at the picture again and noticed the woman’s long black hair and it looked as though she had similar facial features to Conrad.
“My twin sister.” Conrad took a slow sip of his drink. “She died two years ago.” He said and then laid his glass on the table.
Holly could hear the sa
dness in his tone when he spoke. “I’m so sorry.”
Conrad twisted on the sectional folding a leg under his thigh and faced her. “My sister was everything to me after our parents died and left us their empire. We were best friends. She was diagnosed with breast cancer ten months before she died. She was only thirty-nine years old.” He paused and looked at the tree as if he was trying to conjure old memories.
Holly studied him and thought maybe this is why he was drawn to her. Her mother was also dying from cancer. She didn’t speak though. She wanted him to finish.
“Catherine, your mother was my sister’s hospice nurse for the last six months of her life, Holly. She was like an angel to my sister. When I couldn’t be there, Catherine was. After my sister died, I wanted to know more about her, so I instructed a couple of my men to do some digging. I found out you owned the club which was in one of my buildings. That was over a year and half ago.” He took a long sip of his drink. “When you started to fall behind in your rent that’s when my men informed me of the situation about your mother. They knew immediately.”
Holly’s hand covered her mouth and her eyes were brimmed with tears. She wanted to speak but the words weren’t coming out. She finally managed to whisper, “Lea, right?”
Conrad’s eyebrow shot up and he looked puzzled and then said, “Yes.”
“My mother spoke to me about her all the time. She told me about how much she loved her and how alike she found the two of us. She said we had a lot in common and that she was a fighter.” Holly felt a lone tear spill down her cheek and smiled, brushing it away with her hand. “I’m so sorry, Conrad. She sounded like she was an amazing woman.”
His eyes were like blue stone. His look was intense and then he finally said, “She was. She’s at peace now but I wanted to you to know. When I first saw you at the club, I was instantly drawn to you because of the similarity. I knew you were just like your mother as well. I owe her everything for what she did for my sister. And to pay her medical bills and give her a chance to live means everything to me.”
