The Client: A Second Chance Romance

by Hazel Parker

  “I promise to never raise my voice again.” He runs his other hand through her blond hair and pulls her face towards his.

  “I promise to never run again.” Her voice is soft.

  “I...love you. Arabella.”

  “I love you too.”

  Corbin cups her face with both of his hands. He looks into her eyes as if asking a question. She nods slightly. He pulls her close. Their mouths meet.

  His mouth is soft and moist. She moans. Her lips part. His tongue enters her mouth. Gently he strokes her tongue. Cautiously her tongue meets his. His massages hers. First relief, then anticipation, then desire flow through her. Her temperature rises. She breathes in his cologne and masculine scent. Her body always responds to his. She always wants him.

  Arabella feels like they’ve been kissing forever. She forgets that she’s working. She forgets that he’s her client. She forgets about the girls.

  Corbin moves a hand through her hair. Gently, he eases his tongue out of her warm, wet mouth. They open their eyes. He cradles her soft cheeks in his hands.

  “So, why don’t we take this back to my place?”

  “Yes…” She wants to lean back into his kiss. But she remembers that she’s at work. “I just need to...take care of a few things.”

  Arabella floats towards the main floor where the girls are waiting to hear who Corbin picked. She tries to summon up some semblance of feeling sorry, but she can’t even pretend. She’s not sorry that Corbin picked her. She’s completely, totally relieved. She knew that once she spoke honestly to him, then they would be able to forgive each other and to move on. Okay, maybe she didn’t know. But she hoped.

  After telling the women that Corbin didn’t choose any of them, she promised them that she would invite them back to another billionaire mixer where they’d have the opportunity to meet another billionaire and to find love.

  As she leaves the restaurant, Corbin sends her a text message: I’m sending you a Lyft. Black Mercedes. Alex is the driver.

  A burst of excitement explodes inside her. She cannot wait to see him again.

  Arabella: Ladies!

  Sasha: What happened?

  Audrey: Did you tell him?

  Arabella: We spoke.

  Nora: And?

  Arabella: He forgave me!

  Audrey: I love it!

  Sasha: Woohoo!

  Nora: What next?

  Arabella: He sent a Lyft to take me to his place.

  Audrey: Already?

  Nora: Get it, girl!

  Sasha: Well, you did date for a year.

  Audrey: Have fun!

  Arabella: I shall. Thanks girls. Love you.

  Audrey: Love you back.

  Sasha: Awww, we love you too!

  Back at Corbin’s house, Arabella is a bundle of emotions: nervous, excited, anxious. Her knees feel weak. She knocks on the front door. It swings open.

  “Come upstairs!” he calls from above.

  She steps inside the dimly lit home. At night the display case with Dana’s awards glows with little lights lining the shelves. Arabella closes the door behind her. She enters and crosses herself as she passes the display case. Even though she’s not religious, she wants to show her respect from Dana. She hates that Corbin experienced so much pain in life. She hates that she caused him some of that pain. She rushes past the awards, up the beautiful glass staircase, down the long hallway in the opposite direction of Chloe’s room to the master bedroom.

  “Corbin?” She steps into the candlelit room. A king-size four-post bed stands with white curtains in the center of the room. Enlarged photographs of international skylines adorn all of the walls. The skyscrapers of New York City hang over the king-size bed.

  “Hello, beautiful.” Corbin stands at a fireplace opposite the bed and to her right.

  “I love fires.” She drifts towards the mantle. Suddenly shy, she stands in front of him.

  She reaches up and runs her hand through his hair. The intimate gesture touches Corbin’s heart. She’s grooming him. He pulls her into his arms. He grips her arms just a tad shy of painful. Her breath quickens.

  Arabella moans at the pleasurable-pain. She wants him to punish her...just a little. Her mouth parts. His tongue explores her mouth. He expertly strokes her warm tongue with his. He can smell her perfume. Something delicate like flowers.

  She slowly returns the strokes to his tongue. They move in an erotic embrace that brings them both to their knees as their tongues caress each other. They land on the white fur rug.

  She’s all sensation: soft lips, warm mouth, smooth tongue, strong hands, viselike pleasurable pressure.

  His strong hands grope her back, dip to her waist, and move down to her willing bottom. His other arm holds her face in place. She feels pinned in a sensual assault.

  Arabella moans.

  “Make love to me,” she says against his hungry lips.

  “I’ve missed you.” He kisses her through their words.

  “I’ve missed you too. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “What were you waiting for before?” He kisses a trail along her jaw, then nibbles on her neck.

  “Love.”

  “I love you, Arabella.” He holds her arms and presses his erection against her pelvis.

  He decides to get sexual revenge on her body. He wants her to cry out his name. He rakes his fingers down her shoulders, down her hips, up her black dress, up to her lace panties, and pulls them down in one gesture.

  Arabella pants.

  Corbin yearns for her. He wants her to be his…all his. Now that he knows that she loves him… He wants her to be his...matrimonially.

  Gently, he shoves her down into the fur. She giggles.

  “Bends your knees.”

  She complies.

  “Good girl.” He grins.

  He crouches down and inhales the scent of her sex. She smells heady, intoxicating, feminine. His nose finds her warm, wet apex. His hands grope her rear. She fits perfectly into his palms. Her petals open to his mouth. He licks and flicks her clit.

  Her heart races. Warm blood rushes through her veins. Happiness explodes in her gut. Seeing Corbin’s curly black hair between her thighs, reminds her of all the nights he spent pleasuring her. She slips her hands through his soft curls. She relishes his warm and firm tongue eliciting lightning bolts of pleasure from her clitoris.

  “Corbin.” She grips his hair in pleasurable agony.

  Her breathing comes louder.

  He inserts a finger into her massaging her pleasure spot.

  Corbin looks up across her the dirty blond hair on her mons pubis. His eyes sear into her soul.

  “Yes.” She pants.

  Her breathing quickens. He holds eye contact with her. The intensity of his stare coupled with the fingering and his tongue flicking her clitoris obliterates all thoughts.

  She wants him inside of her.

  She’s been so tightly wound since she saw him. She needs to relax.

  Arabella feels something grow deep inside of her. She’s hot and bothered in the most enjoyable way she’s ever been. Her body trembles. Sweat trickles down her forehead, her back.

  “Corbin!” she cries.

  His expert hands and tongue destroy all thoughts, all sense of time and place. She’s all senses: heat, wet, quivering, release.

  “Come, baby,” his deep voice commands her.

  At the sound of his masculine voice, Arabella erupts. She climaxes into his open mouth. Her tightly wound existence splinters into thousands of pieces beneath him. She shudders as waves of pleasure roll through her like the aftershocks of an earthquake. She comes and comes and comes.

  “You’re so beautiful, Miss Wilder.” Corbin wipes his mouth on his shirt. He pulls it off.

  Deftly, he undoes his pants. Pulls them off.

  Arabella’s eyes widen at his erection.

  “That’s all you, babe.” He retrieves a condom from his jeans pocket.

  Expertly, he opens it and rolls it d
own his hard-on.

  “You’re delicious.” He smiles down at her. “Exactly like I remember.”

  Her long blond hair lays perfectly on the fur. He pulls her dress up over her head. Then unhooks her bra with one hand.

  “You’re so wet.” He kisses her lips. “I like that.”

  “I’m all sweaty.”

  “No, I mean your pussy’s wet.”

  “Corbin!” She giggles.

  “I love it when you say my name. It’s sexy.” He moves her hand and kisses her palm. “I miss your sexy body.”

  She groans. “You’re sexy… Listen… can we go slowly? I’m tight… I haven’t had sex in years.”

  “Me neither. We can go slowly…but, remember…sometimes it’s better to take it all in at once, rather than ease it in…It can be more painful if you go slowly.”

  “I forgot.” She reaches up and caresses his powerful abs.

  “That’s my experience…we can go slowly at first.”

  “I’m ready.” She looks wide-eyed at him.

  He wants to be her provider, her protector.

  Corbin places his hard-on at the entrance of her pussy. He grips her hips. He kisses her lips quickly one more time. Then he thrusts inside of her.

  “Corbin!”

  He stills. He fills her completely. She fits him like a glove.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes!” Her voice is thick with desire.

  “I’m going to move in and out of you, babe.” His voice is heavy with restraint. It takes all of Corbin’s years of experience to hold himself still inside of her tight warmth.

  He pulls out slowly and to the tip of his shaft. Then he re-enters her canal of warmth. She shudders beneath him. He’s overwhelmed with the trust she places in him. He sees the want in her eyes. She hungers for his cock.

  “Take me, Corbin,” she whimpers.

  “Okay, Arabella.”

  He grips her hips.

  The heat from the fireplace dies down as their heat for each other increases. He looks into her eyes and thrusts inside her.

  “Oh,” she moans.

  He eases in and out of her. He wants it to be exquisitely enjoyable.

  He picks up the speed. She catches his rhythm and meets his thrusts. He continues thrusting as he palms her and presses against her clitoris.

  “Corbin!”

  He slides his other hand around to her derriere and slips his pinky finger into her nether region. She shudders in sweet agony.

  Arabella is lost in the all-consuming sexual pleasure. His expert hands touch her in all the ways she loves. He moves continuously in and out of her. He lays his torso on her breasts, resting his weight on his forearms.

  He speeds up.

  She moans. She wraps her arms around him. She feels the familiar tingling in her veins. Her muscles tighten. She digs her nails into his back. He groans.

  “Arabella. Come for me.”

  She remembers the sweet agony of multiple orgasms. She arches her back. Her body trembles beneath the muscular Greek god that Corbin is. Her body quivers at the intense warmth pulsing in and out of her. The volcano erupts again. She climaxes on his cock. She cries. The cathartic releases buckles her body. She calls his name over and over as he thrusts a few last times harder and deeper until emptying his semen inside of her.

  “Marry me, Arabella.” His voice is gruff.

  “Yes.” She wraps her arms around him.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  THE END

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  Abby Walker nervously wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Once again, she tried to remind herself that she had no reason to be nervous. She had a plan, she could put it into action, she could carry it out.

  She was settled now in the front row at one of the largest fashion houses in New York, waiting for their latest fashion show to start up. She looked stunning in her low cut, short black dress and six-inch Jimmy Choos. Abby loved fashion. She’d grown up with it, and the models that went through it, her entire life.

  Abby’s father, Ed Walker, had co-created the most successful modeling agency in New York City. While Abby was pretty enough to be in the industry herself, her father had gone out of his way to protect her. Ed Walker did not want her to see the ugliness that could come with both the modeling and underside of the business enterprise. That had not stopped Abby from ending up at parties, or corporate events. That was where she had met the man who was currently seated on the other side of the runway from her—Mitchell Fields.

  Mitchell Fields had been her father’s business partner her entire life. Mitchell was twice her age, but he was gorgeous. She’d developed a crush on him early and it had been with her ever since. Not that Mitchell had ever noticed. She’d always been nothing but Ed’s Little Girl to him. But today, Abby had a feeling that was going to change.

  Abby had not seen Mitchell in several years. She’d graduated high school and gone off to college, coming home only on the occasional holiday break and never for a full summer. Now that graduation was over, she had just returned to New York after finishing at Yale. Her degree was just as impressive as her looks. She was twenty-three now, and had grown up in all of the right ways. Abby’s long blonde hair, huge green eyes and killer figure had gotten her the attention of all of the Ivy League boys. Despite that, she was still a virgin. She was holding out for just the right man… and today she was going to have him.

  She was not a little girl anymore, and today Mitchell Fields would see that. Abby was going to seduce him if it was the last thing that she did. Studying him, she realized that he looked even better than he had in the past. She had chosen her outfit with the intent of proving to him that she was no child. She had gone through every modeling tip and technique on makeup that she had learned over the years. Expensive foundations and brighteners accented her flawless skin. Her eyes were rimmed in black liner and mascara. She had topped off the look with bright red lipstick. She looked hot-and Mitchell was going to notice.

  The house lights dropped. Abby smiled as her eyes focused across the runway on Mitchell. Her tongue traced across her lips once more while she crossed one long leg over the other. Her Yale roommate and best friend Maria had dared her to seduce the man she had been lusting over all these years. Abby suspected that Maria might have been growing weary with hearing about Mitchell. As long as Abby had known Maria, she had her crush on Mitchell. Maria had sat through countless nights of Abby googling recent pictures of Mitchell or just declaring how gorgeous he was. So when the other girl had offered out the challenge, she could not really blame her. After all, the other girl who had watched Abby walk away from countless men her own age over the years. So when the dare had come out of Maria’s mouth, Abby had thought it was as much a challenge to make her stop talking as much as it was one to see if she could do it. Abby had accepted immediately.

  Abby smiled at the memory, just as Mitchell happened to turn. He looked across the runway at her. Their eyes met. She gave him a sly smile. She watched as Mitchell’s eyes roamed over her. Abby held back a grin. The look on Mitchell’s face said it all. He wanted her already. This was going to be no trouble at all. Abby licked her lips again. Maybe she did have a reason to be nervous after all.

  *****

  Mitchell Fields took a deep breath, trying to hide his arousal. Who the hell was the girl in the front row? He knew that he had never seen her here before—he certainly would have remembered. She was gorgeous, and she would not stop staring at him. Mitchell was not doing much better himself. He could barely take his eyes off of her to concentrate on the girls on the runway.

  Mitchell was used to beautiful women hanging on him. He was forty, but he enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle. He ha
d never really seen himself as the settle down type. Therefore, he had every intention of sticking to his world of drinks and hot sex with gorgeous models.

  Getting older had done nothing to his looks. Mitchell still looked fabulous. His black hair had a few streaks of distinguishing gray in it. He himself kept to a strict workout routine and diet. It paid off. Models were always after him. Actually, all women were always lusting after him.

  The fashion show ended not a moment too soon. Mitchell got up from his seat. He was a bit ashamed to admit that he had not paid as much attention as he probably should. He was too distracted by the hot blonde seated across from him. He hoped that she was on her way over to the after show party. He needed to find her—immediately if not sooner.

  There was always an after show party filled with drinks and bands. It was a good way to network, give feedback, or simply hype up publicity with the press. Of course, it was also where some of the darker aspects of the modeling business began to form. That always happened.

  He entered the large room that was already filling up with beautiful women and well-dressed men. He knew that most of the men in the room did not have the best of intentions where the women lay. That was the problem with modeling. Women too quickly became objects that symbolized only one thing. While he did not care much to think about it, it was something that he had to admit he was guilty of from time to time.

  He laid eyes on his mystery woman near the bar. She was sipping on a glass of red wine. Mitchell smiled. He began making his way through the crowd. It took him a few moments. He kept getting stopped by both men and women alike. Everyone wanted his attention. While most of the men wanted to talk business or compliment him on the company’s successes, the women were batting their eyes in ways that Mitchell knew. Apparently his reputation preceded him.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” He finally reached the mystery woman’s side. He leaned against the bar beside her, ordering himself a gin and tonic. The girl turned to him. Her eyes were bright green. Her lips were a beautiful shade of bright crimson. Mitchell felt the lust well up in him immediately. He could already imagine what those lips could do to him.