by Keeland, Vi
She looked down at her feet, then up at me. “I, uh, realized my message said ‘eat me.’ I meant ‘meet me.’ I didn’t want you to think I meant eat me. I mean . . . if you wanted to do that . . . I wouldn’t complain, but I didn’t want you to think I was suggesting anything. You know . . . stupid voice to text. I can’t even tell you how much trouble it’s gotten me into in the past. I—”
“Sadie, relax. I figured it out. I was eighty percent sure you meant meet me.”
She blew a breath up into her hair. “Oh great. And the other twenty percent?”
“Well, that’s sort of what I like about you . . . that there could be a doubt. You have bold tendencies. You’re not afraid to say what you want. It would have been an interesting request.”
Thoughts of ripping that coat off, carrying her to the couch, before spreading her legs apart and burying my face between them came to mind. That certainly wasn’t the worst thought in the world right now at all. And if she’d meant “eat me”? God knows what I would have allowed myself to do right now.
Getting out of here for a bit would be a good idea.
“Speaking of eating, Sadie, it’s almost lunchtime. Do you happen to like Italian?”
She smiled. “I happen to love Italian.”
“How about we head to my restaurant? It’s rare I actually get to enjoy it from a visitor’s perspective. I normally go there in the afternoons on Sundays to do business and take inventory. We could grab some lunch together first?”
She beamed. “That sounds amazing.”
“Let me grab my crotch,” I said.
Her forehead crinkled. “Excuse me?”
“I meant coat.” I winked. “Let me grab my coat. I just wanted to show you how easy it is to misspeak.”
The laughter she let out after that made the risky joke totally worth it.
That afternoon at Bianco’s, my employees seriously were a little too interested in my guest. Every time I would make eye contact with the hostess or the waiters, they would be looking over at us, smiling.
It was true that my staff had never seen me bring anyone but my daughter to the restaurant since Amanda’s passing. Of course, as soon as they spotted Sadie, each and every one of them drew a certain conclusion. I suppose I still didn’t really know if their assumptions were correct. Was I dating Sadie at the moment? Was this an official date? I had no idea. It sure as hell felt like dating: the adrenaline, that excitement you feel when you first start seeing someone. It was all there. I supposed the only thing stopping me from truly experiencing all those things without any hesitation was my own conscience.
My head waiter, Lorenzo, returned to the table to take our order.
His goofy smile totally gave away what he was thinking.
He turned to her. “What can I get you, madam?”
Sadie closed her menu. “I think I’m going to try Birdie’s Pasta Bolognese.”
“Birdie will be tickled you chose that.” I smiled.
Lorenzo nodded. “Wonderful choice.” He looked over at me. “And you, Mr. Maxwell?”
God it feels surreal to be ordering in my own restaurant.
“You know what, Lorenzo? I’ll have the same.”
He took the menus and walked away with the same grin on his face. He turned around where Sadie couldn’t see him and gave me a huge thumbs-up. I grinned and shook my head. Maybe bringing Sadie here was a mistake. Everyone was just a little too excited about this.
Sadie looked around. “It’s so beautiful here. You’ve done an amazing job with the decor.”
We had fireplaces in various corners of the restaurant. Exposed brick and dimmed lighting made it a very relaxing atmosphere.
“Amanda had a lot to do with choosing the decor. So I can’t take full credit for it.”
Could you maybe learn not to mention your dead wife every time the opportunity arises?
“Well, she had remarkable taste.”
My eyes wandered the space. “This place was our other baby. Continuing to run it has been challenging but also a blessing. It’s the one thing that truly got me through the toughest times.”
“Work can be good that way for sure.”
“Restaurants are risky endeavors, especially in this city, where good meals are a dime a dozen. There’s just so much competition. You have to really figure out a way to break the mold.”
Sadie’s eyes were filled with wonder. “It’s amazing, really. I think love and passion go a long way. This place thrives because it started out with two people who loved and respected each other, putting their minds together. Couple that with the fact that most of the meals are old-school recipes from your grandmother? This is more than just a restaurant. It’s history and love and spirit all rolled into one. Just sitting here, I can feel it.”
Sadie looked like she was about to cry. She wasn’t just saying all that to blow smoke up my ass. She’d truly meant it. Her passion was definitely remarkable.
“I always feel that, too, here. I’m glad you recognize it.”
After our food arrived, we had an easy and enjoyable lunch. Add wine into the mix and it was probably a good idea that I planned not to get much work done this afternoon after all. We weren’t drunk. Certainly not anywhere near the level we’d been when she’d spent the night. I would call it just . . . slightly buzzed and happy.
After lunch, I placed my hand on the small of her back as we left the table. Initiating even that amount of contact was huge for me. Deciding to do that hadn’t even felt like a struggle. It had felt natural, almost a protective touch to ward off all the prying eyes that were upon us. I was tempted to be alone with her and just remembered something I wanted her to see before we left.
“Come on. I want to show you something,” I said.
Walking her down to the basement, I used my key to unlock the door to our massive wine cellar.
Her mouth went agape. “Wow, this is like heaven.”
“Yeah. Pretty proud of this. It’s not something the patrons even know exists most of the time. Although our VIP guests often come down and choose their wine, but we don’t let just anyone down here.”
“It looks like something I’d imagine in Europe.”
“Well, we actually built it out of stone and brick to mimic cellars found in Europe, so you’re not that off base.”
“It must have been quite the project putting this all together.”
“It was. You have to make sure you have the right shelving for the bottles, and of course it has to be just the right temperature for the wines, to keep them preserved. So we had to put in a high-end temperature regulation system and a backup generator, too.”
“Wow, so much to think about.”
Her eye was on a bottle of cabernet.
“Would you like to pick something to take home?” I asked.
“Oh, no. That’s not necessary.”
“I insist.”
She grinned, then began running her index finger along the bottles as she walked slowly down the cellar wall. I followed her and couldn’t help breathing in her amazing scent. Finally, she turned to me.
“I’ve made my decision,” she said.
Eager to see which bottle she’d selected, I waited for her answer.
Instead of taking one of the bottles off the shelf, she wrapped her hands around my face instead and said, “I pick this one.”
Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, and my tongue had slipped inside her hot mouth. Any other thoughts I might have had evaporated. All I could think about was how good it felt to kiss her again.
She spoke over my lips. “I want to take you home. Not some bottle of wine.”
I was hard as a rock as her soft breasts pressed against my chest.
Certainly, I wasn’t thinking with my brain when I grabbed her by the hand and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
Leading her outside, I wasn’t even sure where we were headed as I hailed the first cab that would stop, nearly getting run down in the process.
When the cabbie
asked our destination, we just looked at each other. She must have seen the clear hunger in my eyes because she gave him what I assumed was her home address.
The ride to her apartment was a blur, a mix of being in a lustful haze along with continuing to question whether I was doing the right thing in going home with her.
After I paid the cab fare, I grabbed her hand as she led me up the stairs to her apartment. The door had hardly opened before she threw off her coat, and her purse fell to the ground when I pulled her in to me. My mind felt almost outside of my body. Lifting her up, I guided her legs to wrap around my waist. She sucked on my neck and grinded against my engorged cock. We were still standing as I carried her, desperate to find the bedroom.
“First door on the left,” she rasped into my ear.
It felt like the longest walk of my life to get there.
I’d never been so hungry for anyone in my entire life. Lifting her shirt over her head, I marveled at her full yet perky tits busting out of her lavender lace bra. Lowering my head down, I sucked on her skin but needed to taste her nipple. I promptly undid her bra from the back and let it fall to the floor.
“Fuck, you have beautiful tits,” I said as I devoured them one by one.
Sadie’s head was bent back in ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to see what noises she’d make if I lowered my mouth even farther south.
I whispered in her ear, “Still want me to eat you today?”
She laughed a little through her heavy breaths and nodded. “Fuck yes.”
Sadie fell back onto the bed as I hovered over her. I worked to pull off her pants, then her panties. Spreading her legs apart, I did what I’d been dreaming about all damn day, bringing her pussy to my mouth. She tasted so fucking sweet. I hadn’t done this to anyone since my wife. I’d stuck to quick vanilla sex with a condom. But feeling Sadie’s warm flesh against my tongue, tasting her and consuming her arousal was just about the most intimate thing I’d done with anyone for as long as I could remember.
She moaned as I lashed my tongue over her clit, circling and sucking the sensitive flesh there. Her hands raked through my hair as I worked my face overtime to please her. My dick was so hard, I thought I might come in my trousers before this was even finished.
Sadie bucked her hips to meet my not-so-gentle tongue thrusts. I knew she was close to coming and needed to make a decision as to whether I wanted to let her come on my face—or whether I wanted to join in on the fun.
When it seemed like she was close, I pulled back suddenly. “Do you want to come on my mouth or with me inside you?”
“I want you inside me,” she panted.
Those words were clear as day and they were all I needed to hear.
Thank fuck I always traveled with a condom in my wallet. I could honestly say I’d never had to use one so unexpectedly before. Reaching into my back pocket, I took the condom out and ripped it open with my teeth, so desperate to be inside her. I lowered my pants, causing my erect cock to spring forward. The tip was completely covered in pre-cum. Sadie’s eyes were fixed on my dick, and when she wet her lips, I couldn’t sheath myself fast enough.
I should’ve been gentler with her, but my instinct was to just enter her in one rough movement. The sound of pleasure that exited her when I pushed balls-deep inside confirmed that she wanted it this way, too. Never had I been comfortable enough with anyone but my wife to let myself get completely lost in sex. There was no trepidation, no hesitancy on my part, just raw need.
“Sebastian . . . ,” she whispered over and over. Every time Sadie said that, it made me thrust harder, wanting to earn every last utterance of my name.
“Fuck, Sadie. Just . . . fuck . . .” I could hardly speak, feeling like I’d totally lost my mind. “Pull my hair harder . . . ,” I said, having no qualms about telling her what I wanted. “Spread your legs wider . . .”
She did as I asked and bucked her hips even faster. It seemed someone liked to be ordered around in bed, and I was happy to oblige.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Sadie.”
A few seconds later, her body quaked as she grabbed my ass. “I’m coming,” she said. It was barely audible, but I’d heard it.
I let myself go, pushing so deep inside her as I emptied my endless load into the condom. Her hand was on my ass the entire time, guiding me as I came. The sounds she made along with her orgasm were something I would never forget. This girl had totally rocked my world in a matter of minutes.
As I collapsed over her, we panted almost in sync. It was seriously the craziest sex of my life. And while it was completely primal and raw, I knew that part of the reason I was able to let go to that level was because I trusted her. It was different from anything I’d experienced since Amanda. And if I were being honest, different from anything I’d experienced before Amanda. But I wouldn’t let my mind go to thinking about my wife right now, because that was somewhat fucked up.
It took a few minutes before I could bear to pull out of her. If I’d had my way, I would’ve stayed inside her for a lot longer. But I wasn’t exactly clear on the safety of doing that, considering the massive load I’d expelled into that rubber.
After I disposed of the condom, I returned to her and laid my head on her bare breasts. I could feel her heart beating against my ear a mile a minute. That was my first confirmation that what had just happened between us was far more than just the best fuck of my life.
CHAPTER 20
SADIE
I didn’t know what was better, what had transpired this afternoon or the sight of Sebastian’s tanned, muscular ass as he got up off the bed to put his pants back on. He turned to the side just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his erect cock bobbing up and down before it disappeared into his boxer briefs. Damn. His body was literally perfect. His legs so toned, his skin so bronze, and his abs looked carved from stone. I couldn’t believe I’d just had sex with him. I couldn’t believe we’d managed to resist doing it again. But he’d only had one condom, and though I was on the pill and mentioned that to him, the thought of doing it without one didn’t even seem like an option to Sebastian. So instead, I’d lowered my head and taken him into my mouth until he came down my throat. The guttural sounds he made when I was going down on him were beyond sexy. It was the least I could do, considering I’d riled him up by rubbing my wetness against his leg. Not to mention the amazing oral sex he’d given me earlier.
“You’re a beautiful man,” I couldn’t help but say as I continued to watch him get dressed.
He smiled back at me as he threw his shirt over his head.
After he finished getting dressed, he crawled back onto the bed and faced me as I remained naked under the covers.
He leaned in and kissed my nose. “I have to get home before Birdie gets back.”
I looked over at the clock and couldn’t help noticing that it was actually a bit early for him to have to leave so soon. She wasn’t supposed to be home until seven. I’d hoped he’d want to stay and hang for a while longer. But I wasn’t about to seem clingy, because that wasn’t very attractive. Sebastian didn’t seem like the kind of man who would appreciate that, especially since he already had one little girl to coddle; he didn’t need another.
So I put my neediness and vulnerability aside and said, “Yeah, you’d better get back.”
He lifted himself off the bed. I stood up, grabbing one of my robes to cover myself. But not before I caught Sebastian ogling me every second that my flesh had been exposed. Whatever hesitancy he might have been experiencing right now, I didn’t think it had anything to do with a lack of physical compatibility with me.
He stood staring at me for a moment, like he wasn’t sure what to say. “We’ll talk soon, okay?”
I leaned in to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, then answered, “Yeah.”
After he left, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little empty. We’d gone from the most amazing sex I’d ever had to this odd feeling of detachment. Which was weird because I’d felt
so extremely connected to him the entire day, not just sexually but in every way. Nevertheless, our having sex seemed to change something.
As if someone upstairs knew I needed the support, Devin sent me a text as I was ruminating.
Devin: Super bored and the guy is out with his friends. Want some company?
Sadie: Yes . . . but don’t bring wine. I had my fill today.
Devin: Speak for yourself! More for me.
Sadie: LOL. Okay. See you soon.
She knocked in her usual upbeat rhythm. When I opened, Devin looked at my face, then down at my neck. “What the hell got into you? Or should I say . . . who?”
“What are you talking about?”
Admittedly, I wasn’t necessarily going to tell her about Sebastian. I hadn’t fully decided whether that was a good idea, regardless of how much I wanted to talk it out. So I wondered how she could be so sure that something had happened.
I tried to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”
“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You have bruises down your neck and chest.”
I ran to the mirror in the hallway. Shit. Sebastian had given me multiple hickies.
“Spill. What happened?”
She figured it out before I had a chance to confess.
“Oh my God. Oh. My. God.” She shook her head. “It was Sebastian Maxwell, wasn’t it?”
When I continued to not say anything, that was all but an admission.
“Holy shit.” She put the wine on the counter and proceeded to open it. “I’m grabbing a glass for this, and then you’re gonna tell me everything.”
After, we sat down in the living room, and I told Devin everything that had happened today while sparing some of the most intimate details (as much as she would have wanted and appreciated them). So I told her that we slept together but kept the specifics to myself.
“Holy shit. I can’t believe it. Why don’t you seem stoked? This is, like, the best thing ever to happen to us.”
Us?
I frowned. “It really was. The best thing ever. No one’s ever made me feel the way he did.”
Drawing her own conclusion from my expression, she added, “But . . .”
