by Alexis Gold
It fell to the floor and he took my breasts in his hands again. Jeffrey rolled one nipple in between his fingers as he sucked the other one into his mouth. I moaned when he gently bit down on it and then he traded with my other nipple, devouring it just the same. I was already wet for him. Jeffrey pushed me onto the bed gently and he took off my flats, jeans, and panties.
His mouth returned to my skin, his lips pressed to my shoulder, as he leveled himself over me. My hands moved to his arms so I could feel his muscles bunch and stretch with each of his movements.
Jeffrey trailed light kisses down across my collar and neck. Goosebumps raced across my skin as I became hypersensitive to his every kiss. Jeffrey nudged my legs open with his knees and I spread them so he could settle his hips against mine. His hard cock pressed directly against my clit and I moaned at the electric pleasure that caused my clit to throb and my sex to clench.
Jeffrey rubbed his length against me and I moaned and whispered to him how good it felt. Jeffrey’s mouth returned to the sensitive skin of my neck and he began to suck in the most sensitive areas. I moaned and gripped his arms tight as I was growing even slicker with wetness. Jeffrey was rubbing against me just right and my sex was clenching over and over, sending shocks of pleasure through me as I was impatient to have him inside.
Jeffrey’s mouth slid lower to my belly and I moaned softly in protest as his cock moved away from my folds. He trailed more kisses down to the lips of my sex and his tongue delved into me. I cried out and my back arched as I craved more from him. He spread the folds of my sex with his fingers and then flicked his tongue against my clit relentlessly.
My fingers went to his hair and moved restlessly as my hips began to move of their own accord against his mouth. Jeffrey slid two fingers into me and found my G-spot easily. He pressed against it and I cried out loudly, as the pleasure was indescribable. It made my bones feel like jelly. My vision blurred a little as my mind became focused with that one small part of my body and everything Jeffrey was doing to it. He kept flicking his tongue against me and I felt that the orgasm building was going to be tremendous.
My mind clouded and all I could do was beg for Jeffrey to keep going, he didn’t let up and soon I shot off into an earth shattering climax. When I came back down, Jeffrey was looking up at me with an electric gaze.
“I need you inside…please,” I said and Jeffrey climbed over me once more. He positioned his rigid cock at my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me. He drew out a long moan from me and then stilled once he was fully inside. Jeffrey’s gaze met and locked onto mine before he started to move.
It was like I was in a trance, I felt like he could see into my soul and I could see into his. His eyes reflected all the love, need, and passion he felt for me. I cupped his face in my hand, as he slowly thrust in and out of me, and I pressed a soft kiss to his lips that turned slow and sensual.
The orgasm built up slow and steady; there was something to say about the pleasure a man brought when he took his time. Jeffrey was getting close to climax, as was I. He gripped my hips tight in his hands and thrust into me so deep. The pleasure of his reaching so deep pushed me off the edge and the climax felt like I was free-falling. Soon, Jeffrey came with me and he whispered my name in my ear.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered and he pulled his head back so our eyes met.
“I love you, too,” I said with a smile. Jeffrey pressed several long kisses to my lips before he slid out of me and led me to the shower. I didn’t even know planes had showers. Jeffrey continued to treat me with heart filling tenderness and he washed me before quickly showering himself. We went back out into the main cabin and cuddled on the couch until the pilot announced that we would be landing soon. We sat in the regular chairs and soon we were back on the ground.
When Jeffrey and I made it back to his car, he held my hand in his and played with my engagement ring.
“So how did you like the club?” Jeffrey asked.
I smiled softly, I still wasn’t fully over how amazing it all had been. How amazing Jeffrey had been.
“It was really fun, we should go again sometime,” I said with a smirk.
Jeffrey grinned like an eager schoolboy.
“We can go as many times as you want, baby.”
I admired the ring as Jeffrey played with it absently.
“So can we please tell your mom in person so I can see her reaction in real time?”
Jeffrey laughed and leaned forward to tell Carl to take us to Mama Lola’s house.
“She’s going to do back flips,” Jeffrey said. We both anticipated how she might react.
It was ten at night when we got to her house and I wondered if she would be awake or not.
Jeffrey let us in and we found Lola on the phone while she was cleaning up the kitchen.
“Oh what a surprise!” Lola said with a big smile. She told whoever was on the phone that she would call them back and came to give both Jeffrey and me a kiss.
“Mom…we came to tell you some good news,” Jeffrey began.
Lola was quick to grab my left hand and she squealed in delight.
“Oh my son is getting married to the love of his life! I’ll have a beautiful daughter and then soon beautiful grandchildren finally!”
Both Jeffrey and I laughed at her dramatics and she pulled us into a tight hug. I knew I’d love being a part of Jeffrey and his family. I felt complete and so utterly right in that moment, it made me misty eyed. Lola pulled back a fraction and saw my tears, her eyes grew watery and then she pulled me into a tight hug.
“Welcome to the family now, Christina,” she whispered and I hugged her back.
When we finished with the hugs and tears, Lola went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate for everyone. Jeffrey took me in his arms and our gazes met; I saw the love and happiness in my own eyes perfectly reflected in his.
“Welcome to the family, soon to be Mrs. Bates,” Jeffrey whispered with a smile. I stretched up on my tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Hey, you two, there will be plenty of time for that on the honeymoon, you should save all your energy for that anyway because I’ll want twins the first pregnancy!”
Jeffrey groaned and I cracked up. I knew then our lives would be filled with love and laughter.
THE END
Book6
MR. SHY
ALEXIS GOLD
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2016 ALEXIS GOLD
All Rights Reserved To ALEXIS GOLD
BOOK DESCRIPTION
Image consultant Morgan Akenzua has had many clients in her career but she has never had a client like this.
Billionaire Calvin M Harris IS “Mr. Shy” and the young technology billionaire wants to hire Morgan to give him a new, cooler look. One that will make him a hit with the ladies and help him find love.
But Morgan had no idea that as she begun shaping him in to the man he wants to be, she is also shaping him into the man she wants to be with.
Torn between professional integrity and personal emotions, Morgan must take a leap of faith and make a decision that could change everything...
MR. SHY
Chapter One
Calvin woke up in bed, wondering why his hand was burning up. He blinked twice and waited for his eyes to focus. He looked down at the sleek, shiny surface his hand was resting on and sighed. This was the second time in one week that he had fallen asleep working in front of his laptop. He pushed up the top and stared at the screen. Another app idea had been staring him in the face last night, just before he had dozed off. Now, he couldn’t remember anything.
Calvin shut down the laptop and climbed out of bed, stretching out his tired limbs. He had only managed to get a few hours of real sleep, and he knew he would need a strong cup of coffee on his way in to work. He showered quickly and drove into the city’s hub. There was a large coffee shop located conveniently just out
side his building. Calvin walked in craving caffeine and warm doughnuts. There was a massive line and he stepped into it, thinking how nice it was to not have to worry about being late to work.
At six feet, he was tall enough to be able to see over the line—there were still seven people left to go. His eyes fell onto the iPhone screen of the woman standing directly in front of him. Her shiny white-blonde hair hid her face from view, but Calvin could tell she was engrossed in her phone. He recognized the app immediately. She was calculating calories on The Fitness Freak. He felt a little surge of pride. It had taken him a year to develop the app, and another year to perfect it. With it, people had an alternative to personal trainers and a constant awareness of what they put into their bodies. This was the app that had turned Calvin from a gawky and very broke university student into a gawky billionaire entrepreneur. There was a certain sentimentality attached to it now.
Calvin suddenly became aware that the girl using his mobile app was staring at him pointedly, eyebrows raised, obviously wondering why he had been staring at her. Her eyes were small and blue, her nose was turned up at the end and her cheeks were dimpled. Calvin felt his palms begin to sweat.
“Sorry,” he said, struggling to maintain some composure “I… I was… the app. I know it.”
He winced internally at the bumbling confusion of his speech. Calvin wondered if he was the only twenty-eight-year-old man to have never learned to carry out a decent conversation with a woman.
“Do you use it?” she asked.
His stammering seemed to have softened her icy look. “I don’t,” Calvin replied without thinking. “I mean… I do.”
She smiled. “Which one is it?”
“The…,” Calvin thought first, before he spoke. “The second one.”
“You don’t seem sure,” she said, her smile getting wider.
“I am,” Calvin replied, feeling the sweat on his palms begin grow clammy. He wiped them off on his pants, hoping she wouldn’t notice. It didn’t seem to do a bit of good; his hands still remained moist as ever.
“I’m Susan,” she said, holding out her hand to him.
Calvin eyed her hand with dread, trying to think of a way to get out of touching it. He was acutely aware of the seconds ticking by, with her hand outstretched, waiting.
“I… have a rash,” Calvin said, the words coming out before he had a chance to stop himself.
He saw her eyes widen with surprise. “Umm… on your hands? she asked.
“Yes,” Calvin replied. “I just don’t want to infect you.”
“Oh,” Susan replied, looking slightly deflated. “Okay.”
She turned from Calvin and looked ahead. There were four people in front of them. Calvin wracked his brain for something to say to ease the embarrassment of their present situation. “Do you like the app?” he asked, sort of abruptly.
She angled her face towards him again. “It’s great,” she replied. “I’ve used it for three weeks, and already I feel healthier.”
“You look healthy,” Calvin said.
Susan nodded slowly at the unusual compliment. “Thanks,” she replied. “You haven’t told me your name yet.”
“It’s Calvin. My parents were French. It means bald.”
“Oh,” Susan replied. “That’s… nice.”
Calvin’s hands were moistening up again, he tried subtly to give them another wipe on his pants pockets. The line was moving slowly, but there were two more people in front of Susan. He shot glances in her direction, and she seemed to be trying to come up with conversation too.
“I love the smell of cinnamon,” she said. “And cocoa. It’s the perfect way to start the day.”
Calvin smiled, relieved that she had continued the conversation.
“I don’t smell cinnamon,” he told her, feeling safe with this new topic.
“Really?” Susan replied. “It’s very strong to me.”
“You’re probably just ovulating.”
She froze and so did Calvin. He couldn’t believe he had just said that. He wanted to kick himself. Her face was clearly stunned by his comment. He noticed a blush on her cheeks, and it wasn’t the good kind. He scrambled to explain himself.
“I… just meant... a woman’s sense of smell is most sensitive during… well you know,” Calvin tried to explain lamely. “There’s this app… I read it there. It’s called Fun Facts. The app.”
Susan nodded slowly, and turned away from him. There was only one person left, but it felt like the longest three minutes of Calvin’s life. Finally, she stepped up to the counter, placed her order, and waited with her back firmly turned away from Calvin. When she was handed her coffee, she paid quickly, and walked off without a backward glance. Calvin sighed and stepped up to place his order.
Walking into the building, Calvin tried to put the encounter from his mind. He took the elevator to the sixth floor, which was the home of Maximus Enterprises. He made it to his office, closed the door behind him, and fell into his swivel chair. Sipping his coffee, he spun around to his windows, taking in the sunny, golden Californian skyline that graced the area around Silicon Valley. The building next to theirs was spaced very close by, allowing Calvin to see the figures of men and women milling around the office or sitting at their desks.
His eyes flew immediately to a sixth story window in the opposite building. Her desk was empty, but Calvin knew that she was always a little late on Monday mornings. He turned back to his desk and switched on his laptop. When he swiveled back to the window, she was there. She was wearing a grey pencil skirt and a matching vest, under which she had put on a crisp, white work shirt. Her hair was a waterfall of straightened gold, and it hung loose around her shoulders.
Calvin turned back to his computer screen. The image there was an old one from seven years ago. Calvin was standing in the middle, flanked by Steven on his right and Randy on his left. All of them wore wide, dopey grins. The picture had been taken right after Calvin had managed to kickstart his first app. Calvin cast a critical eye over himself. He had been twenty-one in the picture, gangly and uncoordinated even in stillness. His red-brown hair was unruly and long, almost reaching his shoulders. His glasses looked old fashioned and out of place on his face, almost as though he had taken them from Harry Potter. There was a barely discernable layer of ginger fuzz that lined his chin and jaw. A crop of pimples dotted his nose, cheeks and forehead, making his face look like a relief map of the Andes. The t-shirt he wore was far too large for him, and the pants were embarrassingly baggy.
Calvin shook his head at the picture. What was more embarrassing however, was that very little seemed to have changed since it had been taken. The app he had created had forced him to use it, which had eventually led to his larger and fitter frame. The pimples had eventually cleared up and the clothes had gotten slightly less baggy, but apart from that, nothing drastic had changed. Calvin’s hair was still the same length, though he did run a brush through it every now and then. He still wore the same out-of-date glasses and he still had the same fuzzy stubble that lined his jaw. He turned back to the window with an internal sigh, and watched Sasha looking through a bunch of papers on her desk. He didn’t even hear Steven enter the office.
“Cal? Calvin?”
It was only after a tap on the shoulder that Calvin spun around with a start.
“Oh,” he said. “Hi Steven.”
Steven was looking at him with a knowing expression. “I don’t know how you manage to zone out like that,” he said. “It’s a gift.”
“Or a problem,” Calvin replied. “Depends on how you see it.”
“What were you thinking about?” Steven asked pointedly. “It looked like you were in deep concentration.”
“Uh… I was just thinking about new app ideas.”
Steven leaned over the front of Calvin’s desk and gazed up out of the window in the direction that Calvin had been looking, and he snorted in disbelief. “Liar,” he said. “We both know you were ogling the lovely Sasha.”
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“I was not.”
“Calvin, Calvin,” Steven replied in his best placating tone. “You forget how closely you and I are bonded and that I know you better than you know yourself. You also forget I’ve caught you staring at that woman every single day for the past three and a half years.”
Calvin groaned, dropping his head into his hands, “I’m such a loser.”
“True,” Steven replied pleasantly. “But you’re a loser with billions in the bank and an app that just broke the top ten list for this year.”
“That doesn’t help me get the girl though, does it?” Calvin countered, refusing to be comforted by his professional success.
Steven leaned in, putting his elbows on the desk, “What will help you get the girl is you.”
Calvin rolled his eyes, “Have you met me?”
Steven let out a little chuckle, “I’ll admit you’re a little rough around the edges.”
“A little?” Calvin repeated incredulously.
“Okay, okay—a lot rough around the edges. You just need some practice.”
“I need a personality change,” Calvin said morosely.
This time it was Steven who rolled his eyes, “Sooo dramatic.”
“I’m serious. I have zero conversation skills. I attempted to talk to a girl today.”
