by Randi Ocean
My jealousy was raging, but I had to keep it under wrap. “How do you know Sandy?” I asked Adam, feigning only slight interest when I was burning to know every detail.
“We go back a ways,” he said. “I met her when she was waitressing at Arturo’s years ago, and we’ve just kept in touch along the way.”
Kept in touch…how much touching? Was she one of the women he’d known whom he’d referred to the other night at TJ’s?
“That’s cool,” I said, my excitement dwindling by the minute.
The champagne arrived, and thankfully it was getting busier, so Sandy couldn’t hang around and make small talk.
Adam handed me a glass and clinked. “Here’s to being breathless,” he toasted. I smiled, trying to shake off the foul mood that was brewing inside me. The champagne would certainly help.
Within a few minutes, the hostess came to tell us our table was ready. I had polished off the champagne, attempting to lighten up and relax a bit. Sandy came over to settle the tab. She eyed my glass and gave Adam a look like, This chick’s a lush. I was probably reading too much into it, but that’s the way she made me feel.
She handed Adam the receipt to sign and said with a wink, “Come in and visit with me sometime soon. I’ve missed you.” My blood was boiling again, but I desperately tried not to let it show.
“Thanks, Sandy, I will.”
As we walked toward our table, a stunning, lanky blonde was bee lining it straight toward Adam. She was almost as tall as he was and dressed in a sophisticated black linen sheath dress with exquisite silver and turquoise jewelry to set off her equally blue-green eyes. Her hair was wrapped in a perfect figure-eight with just a few wisps loose around her exquisite face. She and Adam embraced and kissed each other on both cheeks. I was mortified. I felt like a twelve-year-old in my first party dress next to this goddess. He held both of her hands in his and talked with her softly for a minute. When he turned to me, I must have looked stunned.
“Oh, Emily, this is Sophia,” he said, smiling.
She didn’t offer me her hand. She just nodded in my direction and said, “Hello.”
I glared at Adam. “Nice to meet you,” I said, gritting my teeth. I managed to squeeze out, “Excuse me,” as I pushed past her and Adam, and ran out the front door.
A taxi had just pulled up, delivering a couple coming to enjoy an evening at Alfredo’s. There was a God…. I hopped in and told the cab driver, “Take me to Two Brothers’ Bar. Fast!” My phone was already buzzing. He was trying to call me. I switched it off and began to cry.
Chapter 4
Bec had a healthy group of customers, but there was an open seat near the end of the bar that had my name on it. I fell into the stool and dropped my head onto my crossed arms.
“Em, are you all right?! What did that jerk do to you? For what it’s worth, you look amazing!”
“Oh, Bec, I’m such a fool.” Tears streamed down my face. She put a glass of wine in front of me, along with a few napkins to wipe away the tears.
“Take a deep breath and tell me what happened.”
“I don’t know why I ever thought this was real. I don’t know why I believed someone like him could be attracted to someone like me.”
“What’s he got that’s so special? He doesn’t deserve you!” she declared.
“I was such an idiot not to find out more about him before I let myself get so into him. He asked me the other night if I was seeing anybody, and it never even occurred to me to ask him if he was. He’s so sexy and so seductive. I knew there had to have been plenty of women before me, but he made me feel like I was special, like I was the only woman in his life. There were two women we ran into tonight at the restaurant who obviously knew him well, if you know what I mean. It made me crazy. I just had to get out of there.”
“Did he say that he was seeing either of them, or anyone else, for that matter?”
“No, I didn’t give him a chance to. I was so upset. I just ran out and hopped a cab down here as fast as I could.”
“Em, I know you’re upset, but maybe you should give him a chance to explain.”
“I don’t want to see him again, Bec. Even if he had a good explanation and we did start dating exclusively, I’m not sure I could stand women drooling over him all the time. Obviously, I have a very jealous streak that I can’t control.”
“Well, why don’t you sleep on it and make that decision tomorrow? You’ve had a roller coaster of a night, which is probably not the best time to make such heavy decisions. Get some rest, and we can talk about it tomorrow. I don’t need to be here until four. We can even go out for lunch if you feel like it.”
“You’re probably right,” I conceded. Bec stepped down the bar to pour another drink for one of the barflies as I sipped the wine. She looked back at me, and her eyes widened.
“Do you want to tell me what has you so upset?” Adam was leaning down behind me, talking close to my ear so I could hear him over the din of the room. As I turned, he slid up to the bar next to my chair. How the hell did he find me here? He smiled slightly. “I thought we were getting along pretty well.”
“Adam, what are you doing here?”
“I thought we had a date? I think I deserve an explanation as to why you ran out on me.”
Bec walked over and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Bec,” she said, holding out her hand to shake his. “Can I get you something?”
“Hi, Bec. Adam.” He looked down at me and said, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
Bec nodded, then looked at me with a smile, as if to say, Talk to the man. Don’t screw this up! When she walked away, I tried to gain my composure and my resolve, and be honest with him.
“Adam, there are obviously a lot of other women in your life. You don’t need me.”
He looked shocked. “What are you talking about?”
I took a deep breath and started ticking them off with my fingers. “Well, there’s Sandy and Sophia, for starters. And that was in the span of fifteen minutes in one place. I can only imagine the string of girlfriends you have all over the city. For God’s sake, Adam, you’re gorgeous and sexy and can have your pick of any woman you want. I don’t want to be part of that.” I surprised myself at the resolve in my voice. He really was stunning, and I wanted to be the woman in his life more than I could stand or was willing to admit to him.
Staring at me with those seductive blue eyes, he was silent for a moment. He wrapped his arm around the back of my chair, tickling my bare arm with electric touch. “Emily, I don’t have a string of girlfriends. Actually, I don’t even have one girlfriend. Yes, there have been women in my life, and I do have acquaintances who are women” - he paused - “like Sandy and Sophia,” he said, mocking the tone I had used when I said their names. It made me laugh. “There’s that beautiful smile,” he said gently. He reached up, held my face in his velvety-soft hand, and kissed me tenderly. My stomach turned upside down. If I hadn’t been sitting, I probably would have fainted.
Bec came back with his wine. She put it down and walked away so we could keep talking. I started to explain again. “It’s just that….”
He put his forefinger over my lips to stop me from talking, the same way he had the first night we met. “Give me a chance,” he said, and kissed the top of my head. I caught Bec’s eyes as he kissed me, and she was mouthing, Go for it!
“I have a very jealous streak, Adam. I just don’t know if I can handle women drooling over you all the time.”
He thought for a moment. “Well, unfortunately I have no control what other women do, but I do have control over what happens between us. That’s the best I can offer,” he said, holding my gaze.
I hesitated, and contemplated his proposal. “I guess that’s fair.”
He kissed me on the lips, a short, sweet kiss that sent shivers up my spine. The wetness between my legs was returning rapidly. “Have you eaten? If I recall correctly, we were supposed to have dinner,” he said somewhat sarcastically.
; I rolled my eyes at his tone and said, “No, and I’m actually getting a little hungry.”
He brushed the hair off my shoulder and away from my ear. Leaning in, he whispered, “I know a private dining room where there won’t be any distractions. Are you up for that?” He kissed my neck.
Another lightning bolt shot through me with that kiss, awakening every nerve ending in my body. If we hadn’t been at Bec’s bar, I probably would have kissed him with one of those “fuck me now” kisses, but I didn’t want to cause a scene and embarrass her.
“That sounds nice,” I said, trying to act nonchalant.
Adam called Bec over to settle the check. “Those are on me.” She beamed. “Have a great evening,” she added, clearing our glasses.
As Adam and I walked out into the cool night air, I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure, but burning with desire for him. A cab screeched to a halt in front of us, and Adam helped me in.
“The Point Hotel,” he told the driver. His place.
**
The street lights whipped in rhythm across his chiseled features as we flew uptown. He took my hand, and kissed it lightly. “We can order room service, and I’ll even ask the kitchen to send a male waiter to deliver the food,” he teased.
“That would be nice,” I responded, teasing him back. He laughed then let go of my hand and gently slid his fingers along my thigh. When he got to the garter, he circled it with his finger and snapped it against my leg. The sting sent a shiver through me.
“I’m getting very hungry,” he groaned. The anticipation of being with him was escalating to fever pitch, rattling me to the core. I could hardly breathe.
We arrived at The Point, and the doorman opened the cab door. Adam got out and offered me his hand to help me out of the car. “Good evening, Mr. Comstock,” the doorman said with a slight bow. “Ma’am,” he muttered in my direction as he opened the door of the hotel.
Adam had his hand firmly on the small of my back, guiding me to the bank of elevators that would whisk us skyward. The cowboy boots seemed to enhance the swagger in his stride as we walked.
The elevator ride to his eighth-floor suite felt like an eternity. When we arrived at his suite, the green lights on the lock danced, granting us entry. We stepped inside, where the city lights illuminated the otherwise dark room. We were only a few steps inside when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. “I want you, Emily,” he said, almost breathless.
My heart pounded as he pressed against me with the wall at my back. He slid his hand over my butt and down my leg, lifting it to wrap around him. Nudging a couple of fingertips up my thigh and under the small swath of lace, he discovered my slick, silky wetness.
“Oh, Emily!” he growled, and kissed me hard. “You drive me wild!” One more passionate kiss and he swiftly moved across the room to pull the sheer layer of curtains closed, diffusing the light and providing privacy from the outside world. I was frozen, transfixed with his every movement. He shrugged out of his jacket and swiped a finger over his iPad, bringing it to life. A few taps and sultry jazz filled the air.
The music broke my trance, and I moved slowly toward him. He took my chin in both of his powerful hands, tilting my head until our lips met. His supple lips and tender kisses wakened every nerve ending in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged at his silky hair. We were in a full embrace, tongues entangled. I felt light-headed as my feet no longer touched the floor. He slid his arm under my knees and swept me completely off my feet. My back hit the couch, and he was suspended over me, staring deeply into my eyes. I slowly unbuttoned a few buttons of his crisp shirt, not breaking his gaze. His skin was moist with sweat as I slid my fingers over his hard pecs, and fondled his nipples. His heartbeat pounded against my fingertips, throbbing in sync with my clit, aching for his touch. He moaned softly, and his biceps flexed as he lowered himself gently on top of me. He pressed his hips into mine, the unmistakable hardness between us letting me know his appetite for me was growing.
Our faces were inches apart, eyes transfixed. “Are you hungry?” he asked, suggestively. I knew he wasn’t talking about dinner.
“Oh, yes…,” I whispered, exploding with anticipation.
He shot to his feet and held out his hand for me to follow. As he sauntered into the bedroom, he tugged at his shirttail and finished unbuttoning his shirt. The glow of the city filtered through the sheer drapes as they did in the sitting room. There was just enough light to see clearly, and the music continued softly from the other room. “Dancing Fantasy” played in the background as Adam sat down at the bottom of the luxurious king-size bed and spread his legs, inviting me to stand between them. I took a step closer and slid my hands inside his open shirt, running my fingertips up his torso and circled his nipples. His body was so tight. I felt the ripple of his abs as my fingers rolled over them. He reached under my dress and fondled the garters but didn’t release them. My knees trembled. I grabbed his shoulders, squeezing tightly, bracing myself as his nimble fingertips tickled my thighs.
He took my hands and licked my palms. I thought I might come just from the command of his artful tongue on the soft flesh. He placed my hands back on his shoulders and circled his arms around my back, deftly unzipping my dress. His actions were like a rerun of the fantasy I’d had in the dressing room, but this was no fantasy. His velvety fingers slid the soft fabric off my shoulders and down my arms until the dress fell into a puddle around my ankles. He hands were planted firmly on my hips, steadying me as I stepped out of the circle of fabric. I flushed; my skin was on fire. I stood facing him in my Lise Charmel ensemble as his penetrating eyes drank in every inch of me.
He leaned back to get a wider view. “Wow!” he whispered. He sat up and pulled me toward him, driving his nose into my cleavage and taking a deep breath. “Your fragrance is enchanting,” he purred. His shrewd tongue traced the top edges of my bra as he slipped the straps off my shoulders and folded the lace away from my swollen, tender breasts. My breathing quickened. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and nipped at it with his teeth. The image of him sipping the wine the first night we met flashed through my mind. He was tasting me the same way he had tasted the fine wine.
Still savoring a nipple, he slid his fingers down my back and inside my lace panties, engulfing my ass in his enormous hands, pulling me closer. A wave of aching desire washed over me. I could feel his erection growing, pushing against the boundaries of his jeans. “Oh, Emily!” he moaned, a low, deep moan that seemed to reverberate through his body.
With the precision of a harpist, he plucked the garters open at my thighs, releasing the silk stockings. His masterful hands encircled my legs, gently gliding each stocking to the floor. His tongue tickled my skin as his hands did the work. The small swath of lace between my thighs was the only obstacle between his shrewd tongue and my bountiful wetness. He unhooked the black lace bra, fully releasing my breasts into his custody, and freeing my arms from the restraints of the lowered straps. I slid his shirt off his toned shoulders and down his arms. Beads of sweat moistened his skin with every passing moment of heightening arousal. He braced himself, leaning backward and gazing at me as if fucking me with his eyes. I felt self-conscious for a fleeting moment, but it totally turned me on that he was so aroused.
With one graceful move, he maneuvered me onto my back on the bed, and he was on top of me. His hardness was impressive as he parted my legs and pushed his hips into mine. He kissed me gently at first, then harder, his tongue dancing with mine. I ran my hands through his thick hair as his kisses seduced me. Sliding down next to me, he put a hand on my belly and glided his fingers down to the sweet spot under my last stitch of clothing. He grazed my throbbing clit, bringing me almost to the point of orgasm.
“Ahhh!” I cried out loud. I had never been this aroused by a man’s touch. It astounded me. He languished in my wetness as his fingers delved deep inside me. He slid his other hand behind me and squeezed my ass. The sensations shuddered through my body li
ke an earthquake.
His erection was aching to be freed. Another low sensual moan escaped his lips as I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. His eyes lit up with desire. He urgently discharged his jeans and had managed to jettison the small swath of lace that stood between us. His powerful sculpted body moved gracefully on top of me.
He clutched my sides with his strong hands and slid me toward the pillows as he slipped down between my legs, parting them as wide as they would go. Holding me open, his tongue parted the satiny-soft folds, and licked and sucked gently and rhythmically until I exploded in orgasm. I pushed my head back into the pillows to absorb the shocks as my whole body writhed from the waves of pleasure ripping through me. He thrust his fingers inside me, slightly curling and swirling, reaching my innermost erogenous zone like I had never felt before. His tongue was still circling and licking while his fingers continued the dance inside me. I grabbed a pillow to deafen my scream as the second orgasm pulsed through me hard and fast.
As he pulled himself on top of me, I could feel his wetness escaping against my thigh. He reached under another pillow and pulled out an unmistakable foil packet. He was in complete control. I watched him intently as I tried to catch my breath. He sheathed himself slowly, and rolled back on top of me. Easing into me slowly, his back arched, his head fell backward, and his expression twisted. As he pushed deeper inside me, he cried out. “Oh, my God, you’re so tight!” His face was flushed, and eyes widened with astonishment.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. “Oh, Adam, what you do to me!”
Each time he pushed into me, he reached a little deeper, and connected with the most tender sensitive spot inside me. We moved rhythmically, in sync with each other. I unconsciously shifted into a position that drew him even deeper. The heat building between us intensified the fragrance of desire. It smelled so sweet.
His enormous hands slid beneath me, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him in sync with his motions as he pushed inside me. He nestled his head in my neck, kissing me and breathing hard. The sensations rippling through me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. The orgasms were explosive. The moment of simultaneous ecstasy was a fantasy I had only seen in the movies. I never imagined it happened in real life.
