Vanessa threw her hands in the air, “I love this song!”
Shit.
I spun back around, taking her hand with me and started around the rink until we made it to the small break in the railing. With a tilt of my head and a small tug, she knew I wanted off the ice.
Rubber mats greeted the blades of our skates. As if we were marching rather than walking, we carefully made our way to the dimly lit corner of the rink. The small corner was the perfect place for what I had planned.
“What are we doing back here? I could go for that drink now.” She started toward the opposite end where the bar was located.
“Stay.” Her eyes glanced up at me. I lowered my mouth to her ear. “Turn and face the rink.” Vanessa’s brows furrowed, but she did as I asked. “Put your hands on the railing, and don’t move until I tell you to.”
Her head craned back. “Okay, but why?”
The strobe lights were back in full force. I pressed my body against her back and kissed the curve of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you.” Even in the dimly lit rink, I could see her white-knuckled grip on the railing. “Do you remember when Jude and Brae almost walked in on us fucking in the barn? Do you remember what you said?”
“Something about getting caught was hot?”
“Yes. You said the thought of getting caught in public was a complete turn-on. When you said that, the thought of fucking you in public made my dick stone hard. I know I’m turned on right now… are you, Nessa?”
“Very.”
“Good. Ready?” A short quick nod and her ass shifting backward into my crotch could be compared to the effects of a green flag for a Formula One race car.
I lowered my zipper and pulled out my rock-hard cock. Careful to keep my hand shielded, I skimmed my fingers from her knee beneath the back of her skirt to her pussy. Vanessa’s body shifted, but rather than block my movements, she spread her feet apart.
“Good girl.”
I hooked my finger in the now damp tiny scrap of material between her legs and tugged it to the side. With the same finger, I made sure she was ready for me. Based on the change in her breathing, the dampness of her thong, and the way she continued to push her ass back, I was sure she was, but selfishly I needed to touch her.
Wet heat coated my middle finger. “You’re nice and wet for me. Are you turned on, Nessa?” I whispered in her ear right before I slid the same finger against the tight pucker between her ass cheeks.
She silently nodded. I took my cock in my hand and eased into her pussy one slow inch at a time. Once my dick was fully seated in her, I braced my hands next to hers on the railing.
“Kyle,” she said, tilting her face toward mine. I kissed her as if we were the only people there. In my mind, we were. Even with over a hundred people skating around the rink, she was my sole focus.
I moved my left arm to circle around her waist, holding her in place as my hips moved back and forth. Fuck, she felt good. I both needed to be quick and wanted it to last all night.
Her one hand continued to clutch the railing, and her left moved to my forearm and squeezed. With each thrust, her fingertips dug deeper into my flesh.
The loud pumping music continued, melding into the next song without pause. Screams erupted when a song I never heard in my life started playing. Everyone in the rink began singing along, screaming the lyrics and circling the ice in tune to the beat.
“Are you close?” I said into her ear. There was no need to whisper or to worry about my voice carrying.
“Yes. Don’t stop, Kyle.”
“No worries, baby.” From the unsuspecting eye, it looked like we were dancing in place along with the other nutjobs losing their shit over the music playing. While still holding her, I tucked my right hand beneath her skirt from behind and skimmed her goose pebbled flesh toward her clit. By just applying pressure with the pad of my middle finger, as I drove into her, caused her to come around my cock moments later.
Once she relaxed, I moved my hand away to squeeze the base of my dick. That was all it took for me to release inside her with a guttural groan directly into her ear. “Fuck, Nessa. Don’t move,” I ordered, forcing her to swallow every tremor that occurred as my orgasm went on.
No one had a clue what just happened in our dirty little corner. Not one of those speeding by us had any suspicion that I just had one of the hottest sexual encounters of my life. This woman was my match in so many ways, the reality of how compatible we were practically knocked me on my ass.
A few long moments passed before either of us moved. I slowly pulled out and tucked myself back into my boxers while still wet from our fuck.
“Stay still.” Again she followed my orders, turning her head to look into my eyes. In the way her brows lifted, I knew she had no idea why I asked her to stay still. With my gaze pinned to hers, I removed a handkerchief from my pocket, and from behind I wiped her pussy clean before moving her underwear back into place.
She turned in my arm just as I folded the cloth in half and shoved it into my pocket. “That was unreal, Kyle. It was so erotic with you in me while strangers passed us by over and over.”
“I know, baby, and I can’t wait to do it again.”
A slow smile spread over her gorgeous lips. “Me, too.”
Perfection.
The woman was absolutely perfect. Spurred by what, I had no idea, I held her face and kissed her long and hard. She opened for my tongue, and in comparison to what we just did, our passionate kiss seemed too sweet of a way to end our raw and primal act. Yet, it continued… and the longer it went on the more I knew I wanted it to.
Vanessa
After our adventure, we went back to his apartment. I was so relaxed, so wrapped around this man in every way. What we did tonight made me crave so much more. I reasoned it was the thrill, the sex, the excitement I craved… not more than that.
When I looked at him lying next to me, I couldn’t help but smile. “What’s that look for? Or do I need to ask?”
I rolled to my side to face him, resting my head on my bent arm. “I’m just surprisingly happy.”
His brows lowered. “Surprisingly? Wow, you’re such a sweet talker.”
I swatted his bare chest with my hand. “You’re such an ass. What I meant was, tonight was more fun than I thought it would be.”
“Thank you… I think?”
“No, you don’t understand.” I strummed my fingertips up and down his abs as if they were a guitar. “My week was horrible—as usual.” He nodded because he knew all of this. “Then we went to your lab and I had a great time. And then tonight, was just… wow.” I wanted to say so much more, but refrained from doing so.
Kyle smiled wide as he propped his head on his hand, mirroring my position on the bed. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, sending a shiver to run through my body. My heart halted, and he picked up on the shift in my expression. “What?”
“It sounds serious.” I held my breath waiting for him to continue. If he went down the, I have feelings for you, road, there would be no way I could handle that. We were having such a great time together, and opening that door would ruin everything.
“Well, it is, sort of. But it’s also your fault based on what you said in the lab yesterday. So technically you shouldn’t deny my next request.”
Relieved it wasn’t what I suspected, I let out a laugh. “This should be good. Okay, what did I say?”
“Remember Lenni?” I rolled my eyes. “Great, you do. Well, I fired her.”
In an instant, my curiosity piqued. “Why? She’s been trending on social media because of her upcoming movie. That could do wonders for your business.”
“Or just the opposite could happen, and she could harm my business. When you were at my lab, you told me she wasn’t the right person for the job. The more I thought about it, the more I knew you were right.”
“I was?” Holy shit. He fired one of Hollywood’s most popular people because of me?
“What are you going to do now?”
“Well, that’s where you come in.”
“Oh, no. Nuh uh. I’m not a spokesperson. No one even knows me. Oh my God, Kyle.”
His eyes went wide then he grinned. “Actually, I hadn’t thought about using you for my spokesperson, but now that you mention it…”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“Well, if you shut-up for a second, I’ll tell you.” My lips twisted into a snarl, but I kept them sealed. “Come to California with me to help find a replacement. Your insight means a lot to me. I need to interview candidates when I’m there. I leave on Monday.”
“As in tomorrow Monday?” At first thought, I wanted to go to my place and pack my bags, but then there was the reality that I just couldn’t up and go away. But, California. I’d always wanted to go there. I didn’t even care which part. Just to see the west coast was a dream of mine. “That sounds wonderful, but I have a job.”
Saying those words made my stomach roll. Going with Kyle would be so much better than enduring the bullshit at work. Then I remembered my boss was away. A little voice inside my head told me to go. I waited for the other voice—you know my common sense good conscience voice to say the opposite, but it didn’t. “How long are you going for?”
“If you come, then for the week. We can see the sights. If not, I’ll be back Wednesday.”
Fuck, a week? I’d have to lie, fake a deathbed illness. The thought of being stuck at that hell all week, knowing Kyle was having fun in California would be torture.
“What are you thinking?” Kyle cupped my cheek with his hand. Then he placed his thumb on my temple, running it in small circles. “I can see your wheels spinning again.”
“I’m thinking, yes. I’d love to go with you.” This was a huge risk on my part. Mr. Boyd didn’t need to know I was gone. No one in the office would know anything other than I wasn’t there. I’d continue to check my phone for emails and lie my ass off.
“Really? That’s fantastic.” He pulled me in for a chaste kiss. “We’ll be in Los Angeles, but if there’s someplace you’d like to see then we can work it into our schedule.”
Everything. That’s what I wanted to see. “I’ll leave that up to you.”
He arched a brow. “Challenge accepted. I’ll have to find a place in L.A. that beats ice skating.”
Kyle
The awe written all over her face was truly a thing of beauty. The one thing Vanessa wasn’t—giddy. But from the moment her fine ass sat in her plush first class seat, I witnessed a side of her that I’d never seen before.
We departed from JFK on time. Between the conversations we had, being served our gourmet lunch, and watching the inflight movie, time went by fairly quickly. For the last fifteen minutes, Vanessa’s nose had been plastered to the small oval window as the landscape beneath us got closer and closer during our descent into LAX.
Her big green eyes cut to mine when I chuckled because of her enthusiasm. Turning back to watch our landing, she pouted, “Stop making fun of my first time on an airplane. You’re ruining it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I leaned closer to share her view and placed my lips on her ear. “Next flight you need to wear a skirt. Those jeans aren’t ideal for fooling around on a plane. It wasn’t easy finger-fucking you underneath that blanket.”
My request caused the fire in her green eyes to ignite. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting my own heated gaze. “You managed to navigate that obstacle nicely, Mr. Flirt. But no worries, on our way back to New York, I’ll be sure to wear a skirt.”
“Good girl.” The captain requested all flight attendants take their seats in preparation of landing. I glanced around first class, debating if I had time to repeat what I’d done to her at thirty-thousand feet.
She immediately read my mind, kiboshing my plan. “No. I want to watch our landing,” she scolded with a rigid finger in my face.
“Fine. I’ll have to wait until the limo ride.” With her face pointed toward the window, she reached behind her and caressed my cock over my jeans. He’d been at half-mast most of the flight but with that one simple touch, she was about to raise him the rest of the way.
“Not now, Nessa.” I gripped her wrist and moved it away. “The last thing I want is to navigate the throngs of people in the airport while sporting a hard-on.” The older gentleman sitting behind us cleared his throat.
“Fine. I’ll have to wait until the limo ride,” she said, repeating my words back to me. Undeterred with our eavesdropper, she then added, “I never gave a man a blow job in a limo. Another first, Mr. Cleary.”
“Fuck.” She giggled at my response. The man behind us mumbled something, and I turned in time to see through the crack in between our leather seats, him adjusting himself with a scowl.
Again, Vanessa seemed unfazed. She pointed out the window to the Pacific Ocean in the horizon. “Look, Kyle. The water is so blue.”
Yeah, as blue as my balls.
Chapter 19
Vanessa
What a difference it was waking up in Los Angeles in November compared to New York. I fell in love with California immediately. Even our hotel room boasted west coast beauty. I had so many things I wanted to do once our plane’s wheels hit the tarmac. But not once had he warned me how exhausting traveling was.
Although we arrived at the hotel at five p.m. Pacific time, my body’s east coast clock betrayed me. Combined with the adrenaline of flying, the extra-curricular activity in first class at his hand, and not having a good night’s sleep because I was so excited all caused my energy to crash. Barely making it through dinner, courtesy of room service, he tucked me in with a chuckle and a chaste kiss on the forehead.
The upside, I woke refreshed, ready, and anxious to conquer California. After consuming the breakfast Kyle had delivered to our suite, we worked off the calories in that great big California King.
While Kyle showered, I admired the scenic pictures on the wall of our bedroom. The Hollywood sign, Rodeo Drive, the Santa Monica Pier, and the Walk of Fame, were all places I wanted to visit. Maybe not all on this trip, but one day.
I smelled him before I felt him. Kyle wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Do you see something you like?” His warm breath caressed my ear, eliciting goose bumps to form all over my skin.
When I spun in his arms to face him, our eyes locked. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
A genuine smile spread across his face. “I’m glad to hear it, but I meant the pictures. How about after our meetings we start checking off a few of these sights you’re dying to see?”
I clapped like a child and beamed. “Oh, yes, please! Can we also do Mann’s Chinese Theater? And Jimmy Kimmel’s show is up the street. Wouldn’t it be great if we got tickets?” I dragged in a breath and remembered something else. “Wait, Madam Tussaud’s, we have to do that. And we absolutely must find Marilyn Monroe’s star on the Walk of Fame, but I’ll have to lay on her name because… well, how often does one get to see their last name on a star?”
“Are you done?” His eyes crinkled in the corners, the mirth on his face obvious. My head bobbing caused him to laugh before kissing my lips. “We will see everything and more. The limo is at our disposal for our entire stay.”
At the mention of the limo, all I could think of was that poor limo driver having to endure our antics from LAX to the hotel yesterday. Regardless that the privacy glass was up, I was sure he felt the rocking of the car. What started out as a blow job ended with me riding Kyle like a world-class jockey ready to win the blue ribbon.
Once we were both dressed and presentable, I grabbed my bag and dragged him by the hand out of our suite. “Let’s go, Mr. Flirt. We have things to see.”
When we walked out of the hotel, I popped on my sunglasses. The same limo driver greeted us with a smirk… yeah, he knew we defiled the back seat of his car yesterday.
I gave him a quick wave before sliding into the car. Kyle told hi
m where we were headed before he settled on the seat next to me. This car could seat eight, yet we treated it as if it was a small coupe.
“Who are we meeting with first?” This process excited me, but I couldn’t help but feel pressured. Kyle was so sure I had instincts when it came to selecting the right person for the job, it started to make me nervous.
He opened the calendar app on his phone. “We’re meeting with Roxanne DuMont at ten and then Bailey Hughes at eleven.” He tucked the phone back into his pocket. “After that, we’ll grab a bite to eat and hit everything on your list.”
“Did you say Roxanne DuMont? As in the Roxanne DuMont, one of the highest paid swimsuit models? Wasn’t she also in the latest centerfold where she had nothing on but her smile?”
Kyle chuckled. “Yes, the swimsuit model. I have no idea about the other magazine you’re referring to.”
“Liar.”
He held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“Were you a scout?”
“No.”
We both laughed at his nonsensical comment. “Well, she’s stunning. Let’s hope her skin has a good chemical makeup.”
He smiled brightly. “Listen to you and your scientific lingo.” Kyle pulled my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. “Thank you for coming with me.” Again our eyes locked, and the static between us replicated a bug zapper taking victim after victim. If we had been in a romance novel, the moment would have been perfect for a long meaningful kiss. Those so-called moments had been happening more frequently. Somewhere between the Atlantic and the Pacific, along with the carnal hunger that made us want to devour each other, there was this new spark I couldn’t understand.
The car came to a stop in front of an office building, giving me the opportunity to douse the flame. “Where are we?”
Kyle dipped his head to look out the window beside me. “Soren’s office. He keeps a small team in L.A. to cater to his west coast clients. When I told him I planned to come out here, he arranged for me to use a conference room.”
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