Doubt (The Connected Series Book 1)

by KA Hobbs

  “Oh!” He begins to move and I can’t help but lose myself, I am meeting him, thrust for thrust, I cannot get enough. Sex in the shower, my favourite place. Doug reaches over and finds my clit, gently stroking it bringing me closer and closer to that glorious place.

  “This is how I want to wake up every day Sophie...” he softly bites my shoulder and I come undone. Groaning as my orgasm rips through me,

  “Oh, Sophie.” Doug pumps once, twice and then he too growls, holding me still as he empties himself into me.

  “Your turn to be washed I think.” Doug grins, grabbing the shower gel once again and lathering up his hands.

  “Good morning!” I kiss his lips lightly.

  “Very good morning to you Miss Bennett!” he smiles back.

  I’m dressed and ready for the day and it’s only 7am. I put the kettle on, resting my hip on the counter and wait for it to boil. I have a busy day ahead. An all day shoot followed by a meeting with a potential new client. The long day will mean I won’t be in till late and good for nothing by the time

  I get in. Doug walks out of the bedroom looking every inch the powerful man he is. Dressed in a charcoal grey three-piece suit and tie with a white shirt. Just looking at him makes my tummy muscles tighten.

  “Shall I come over later? Or did you want to come over to mine?” he bends to tie his shoelaces.

  “I don’t know what state I will be in later, I’ve got a full on day. Can I let you know?” I ask pouring hot water into two cups.

  “Sure you can, I can pick something up for dinner either way.” he smiles and takes the cup I offer him.

  “What does your day look like?” I ask, already knowing what the answer will be.

  “Hectic, being away means there are about fifty people who, now I’m back, will want to see me.” he rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee before pulling a face.

  “Wrong cup.” he laughs passing it back to me and taking mine.

  Doug owns his own advertising company and has offices near Canary Wharf. His company are the brains behind some of the best ads around right now. He has a huge team working for him, but still tries to oversee every project personally.

  “Sorry,” I murmur still a little sleepy. I take my cup, wrapping my hands around it for warmth, “Miley said to remind you about this weekend, her birthday bash at Coopers.”

  Miley was my best friend, a gorgeous leggy brunette whose legs went on for forever. She could so easily be a model, was she? No. She was a primary school teacher. She was perfect for the job, her motherly nature made all the children instantly adore her and she was, as she liked to remind everyone, the favourite teacher in the school.

  “I remembered. What time does it start?” he pulls out his phone looking at something.

  “She has invited us out to dinner first, and then on to Coopers, she has the VIP section.” I smile, of course she does, Coopers is a very exclusive club. Often frequented by celebrities, you cannot get into the VIP room for love nor money. Miley didn’t need either, her boyfriend owned the club, Jonathan was Mr. Cooper.

  “Okay. I shall leave Saturday free, I may have work to do on Sunday though.” He frowns at me and gives me an ‘I’m sorry’ face. I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest.

  “It’s okay; we don’t have to be together every second of the day.”

  “I know that.” he kisses the top of my head “But I will be leaving again on Wednesday and won’t be back until Monday.”

  “We’ll manage, don’t worry. I still need an outfit for the party. I don’t see when I will have time to find something.” I frown. I always leave it till the last minute.

  “We’ll go look for something Saturday okay, we can make a morning of it.” He smiles down and me. Catching a look at the clock he squeezes me.

  “I have to go.” he pulls my chin up and kisses me again, “I’ll speak to you later?”

  “Yes. I’ll call you.” We stay together, neither one of us wanting to let the other go for another minute before he coughs.

  “I really do need to go. Have a good day. Be safe” he smiles.

  “I will. You too Mr. Roberts.” with a wink and a smile he leaves for the day and I follow shortly after.

  Chapter Four

  “Don’t be such a diva Nicole, get your butt over here and let me finish this!” I loved my job, but I wanted to go home. It had been a long day and there was no sign of this shoot being over anytime soon.

  “Jeez chill out, every girl needs a bathroom break!” she moans.

  “Nicole, we both know you don’t need your mobile for a loo break.” I roll my eyes, she must think I was born yesterday. She laughs and sits down in the chair.

  “Busted, right?” she looks up at me winking.

  “Yes.” I smile back.

  We’ve been shooting an ad for a new range of clothing for the last six hours and so far I’ve had to completely change Nicole’s make-up six times. The stylist insists on different looks for each set of clothes, which is fine, except Nicole has only so far worn one set. I start to change Nicole’s look per the stylist’s instruction when my phone rings.

  “Two seconds...” I yell, grabbing my phone and walking away from everyone.

  “I thought you were going to call me?” Doug sounds irritated.

  “What, no Hello, how are you?” I scold. “I’ve been busy.”

  “Too busy to let me know where we will be tonight?” he asks.

  “Maybe it slipped my mind.... You could have called me you know.” I remind him

  “Sophie, what exactly am I doing now?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “Okay smart arse, I meant earlier, before you got your grumpy on.”

  “Got my grumpy on? Where do you get these saying from?” he laughs.

  “I just pick them out of the air, no book or anything.” I smile to myself.

  “Sophie, we need you!” Nicole yells.

  “One minute.” I rub my eyes, rolling my neck from side to side.

  “Where shall I meet you?” Doug asks “Mine or yours?”

  “I’ll come over to yours. I really want a soak in your tub.” I groan just thinking about it.

  “Mine it is, I’ll grab something for dinner, any requests?” he sounds amused.

  “Right now, I don’t even care, as long as I can soak in that tub of yours and have a foot rub, my feel are killing me today.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “See you later.” I hang up, looking at the clock, 5.15pm already?

  “SOPHIE!”

  “I’m coming!”

  We are another two hours before we’re okay to leave, and half the photos haven’t been taken.

  “We’ll reschedule for next week okay Sophie, I’ll call you.” Lynn the stylist tells me, before grabbing the rack of clothes and leaving.

  “Sure!” I shout, pretty sure she didn’t even hear me.

  “I’m going too guys, have a good weekend.” I say kissing Nicole and Joe the photographer on the cheek.

  “It’s only Thursday Sophie, we gotta whole day left before the weekend.” Nicole huffs.

  “Not for me, I’ve got tomorrow off, my weekend starts now!” I shoot them my Cheshire cat smile and sashay out the door.

  Knowing I have tomorrow free made my late work day a little better, Doug had no idea I wasn’t working tomorrow and I planned to keep it that way. Traffic getting to Doug’s was a nightmare and I was knocking on the door just as my watch ticked over to 9.00pm.

  “You’re late.” I’m pulled into the apartment as soon as the door opens, Doug kicks it closed and I’m pushed up against the it. His mouth is on mine, his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs and I’m being lifted up.

  “Doug, slow down!” I’m clinging to him to balance myself. He lifts my arms, raising them above my head.

  “Keep them up there!” he growls at me, nipping my earlobe.

  “Okay..” I splutter.

  His lips
travel down my throat while the broad, emotive sweep of Thom Yorke's voice fills the room. His hands find the bottom of my top and pull, tugging it out of my jeans. Roughly, he pulls it up and over my head, throwing it over his shoulder. His carnal need awakens something in me and I thrust my hands in front of me, hoping his grip on me is strong enough that I don’t fall, and rip the buttons open from his shirt, sending them scattering over the floor.

  “I hope this isn’t a favourite.” I smile against his mouth, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

  “Not anymore.” he smiles back thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I can feel him, right where I need him, hot and wanting.

  “Put me down.” I plead.

  “No, why?” he looks at me quizzically.

  “I need to take off my jeans and you need those trousers gone.”

  He lowers me, forcefully onto the floor and his hands fly to his belt, within seconds, he is naked and standing in front of me. Looking at him, I am reminded just how lucky I am. He really is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Pushing my jeans and knickers off my hips, he reaches forward and tugs them from my legs, lifting me back up in one swift move.

  “Hey there.” We’re nose to nose and I can feel his heat, naked against me now.

  “I can feel you’re ready, so wet for me Miss Bennett.”

  “Alwa...” my words are lost as he reaches between us, finding my core and slipping one finger inside.

  “I’m not waiting any longer, Soph, I’ve been thinking of this all day. Ready?” he doesn’t give me time to reply, thrusting up into me making me yell out in pleasure.

  Something that I think is Fuck roars from his lips, and suddenly we’re moving. He sinks to the floor, steadying my waist.

  “Ride me, Sophie, I want to see you.”

  His eyes are glazed and his cheeks flushed, he reaches forward and teases a nipple

  in-between his finger and thumb. I lean forward, dipping my head to meet his, needing to kiss him. The feel of his mouth against mine, hot, sweet, tasting slightly of beer is amazing. Sitting back up, steadying myself on his chest, I really begin to move.

  Oh it feels so good, I raise myself almost completely off him, slamming back down making him close his eyes, lifting his hips to meet me again. I start to climb and reach down between my legs to find that sweet bundle of nerves and chase my release. It doesn’t take long, and I am exploding around him, yelling words, I can’t understand. My whole body is trembling. Doug sits up, cupping my arse, nose to nose, faster and faster he moves inside me.

  “I’m.... so... close...” with a roar, his body tenses and he comes hard inside me, I can feel him pulsing, filling me.

  “I love you.” he whispers leaning in, rubbing his nose against mine.

  “I love you too.”

  ***

  I’m not sure how much time passes, but I’m lying on our pile of clothes on the floor, half asleep.

  “I’ll run you that bath.”

  “Ummmm” is about all I can manage.

  The lure of Doug walking naked isn’t even enough to make me open my eyes. I hear the water start running, I guess I should get up. Thom Yorke is still singing about Karma Police.

  “Do you mind if I change the music?” I shout, I have nothing against Radiohead, but I want to listen to something a little lighter.

  “Of course you can, nothing girlie though!” he shouts back.

  Nothing girlie? I scroll through my iPod before selecting Coldplay, and clicking it into the dock. Perfect. I walk into the bathroom, welcomed by the scent of orange blossom and steam rising from the bath, Doug has lit candles - it looks fabulous. The bath sits by the huge window, I can sit in the bath and look out over London, how many people can do that? Taking the hair band I keep on the side of the bath, I pull my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head and slip into the bubbles closing my eyes, sighing as I feel my muscles relaxing instantly.

  “Is there room in there for me?” I open my eyes and Doug is standing at the side of the bath holding two glasses.

  “That depends...” I raise an eyebrow at him.

  “On….?” he asks raising his too.

  “What’s in that glass and if you’re going to rub my feet...” I pull my best ‘how can you resist this face’ face and wait.

  “Peach Bellini and yes, now move over.”

  “Oooooh, you know the way to a girls heart Mr. Roberts.” I shift forward and Doug slides in behind me.

  “Can I have my glass please?” turning round expectantly.

  “Did I say one of them was for you?” he brings each glass up to his lips and takes a sip.

  “Oh. Bad move Mr. Roberts.” I glare at him, splashing him in the face with water.

  “You can get out now.” Leaning forward I raise my hand and wave him on.

  “Well played, Miss Bennett!” Doug laughs, passing me my glass... that now has bubbles in.

  “Damn, I so didn’t think that through did I?” I moan, placing my glass on the side.

  “Good job I bought the bottle with me.” Doug leans over, tipping the contents of my glass into the ice bucket and re-fills my glass.

  “You’re forgiven.” I close my eyes as I take a sip, soft bubbles hit the back of my throat as I swallow, the sweetness of the peach, absolute perfection. I lay back, resting on Doug,

  “So how was your day?”

  “Crazy as I predicted. I really shouldn’t leave the office for so long in the future.” his whole body tenses while he talks and I regret bringing it up, I reach down to take his hands in mine.

  “I am guessing yours wasn’t much better?” he lifts our hands together, looking at our locked fingers.

  ”No. But its over now.” I try to change the subject to a less tense one “Shall we go out for dinner tomorrow?”

  “Ummm, I like the sound of that, where do you want to go?” I smile, on safer ground. “I really fancy Italian. Can we go for Italian?”

  “Sounds like a plan. Are we still shopping on Saturday?” his wandering hands are now slowly massaging my breasts, slippery from the bubbles.

  “Yes, I’d like to find a dress for Saturday night.”

  “You have tons of dresses, why do you need a new one?” Mr Wandering hands is edging his way lower.

  “I don’t need a new dress, I’d just like one.” Sinking further into the bath, I relax into Doug’s arms. Content to stay here all night and I just might.

  That idea loses its appeal once the water starts to get cold and my fingers and toes look like prunes. Stepping out of the bath first, Doug gets one of his extra fluffy, giant towels and wraps me like you would a small child, arms trapped, before lifting me out of the bath and placing me on the bathmat.

  “Thank you, but I do have legs you know.”

  “Yes, but with no arms, how would you balance yourself?” he winks and grabs a towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist. It slips just a little riding dangerously low, exposing his very lickable V.

  “Dinner?” Doug smirks as he catches me openly ogling him,

  “Yes.. What are we having?”

  “Chinese, okay?”

  “Great.”

  I wander into the lounge, flopping onto the sofa, turning off the iPod and switching on the TV. Flicking through the channels, I am delighted to find that Dirty Dancing is on. A classic, one of my favourite films. I snuggle down to watch.

  ***

  I couldn’t be more comfortable, I’m snuggled under a blanket, resting my head on Doug’s chest, tummy full of Chinese and some comedy show on the TV. I’m not really watching it so I have idea what’s going on. I’m drifting off to sleep when I hear a phone ring.

  “Leave it.” I groan, snuggling back in. The phone stops ringing, and then starts again.

  “I better see who it is, I’ll be right back.” I listen to Doug pad across the lounge and into the kitchen where his phone is.

  “Hello?”

  Who is calling at 10 o’clock at night? Doug’s voice is muffled, h
e must have gone into the office. Work then I’m guessing. I lay there, listening to some guy make jokes about another guy who never takes his wallet anywhere, there is laughing and joking and it all seems terribly funny, just not to me, I’m fast entering the land of nod and nothing is going to keep me awake. I’m jolted awake when I’m placed in a freezing cold bed.