I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, and down the center of her chest. I ran my tongue in circles around one of her breasts, smaller and smaller until taking the tip into my mouth. She gasped and held onto my shoulders as I sucked. I flicked the tip of my tongue and then moved onto her other breast, loving how they heaved with each breath she took. She gasped again when I rolled her nipple between my fingers as I sucked on the other.
I wasn’t going to neglect either one and I wanted to give her a range of sensations. I pressed her breasts together and kissed the line of cleavage before taking her lips again. Then I guided her down to the bed, kneeling before her to unbuckle and unzip her jeans. She drew in a rattled breath and cried out softly when I kissed her lower abdomen, just above the waistband of her panties. I kissed up slowly until my lips met hers. She moaned when my hardness rubbed against her.
“Re- Remi,” she stuttered against my mouth.
Her skin felt as hot as mine. I could see the desire I felt echoed in her eyes and that was the breaking point. I had to have her. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. I sat up and kissed her fiercely, massaging her breasts with one hand while the other slipped just past the waistband of her panties. She rubbed down against my staff, which was still restrained by my pants and boxers. I rolled her onto her back and stood up, tearing off my t-shirt and making quick work of taking off my pants and boxers. She looked at me with wide eyes.
I was sure she had to have seen my toned, muscular upper body at least once in an advertisement for one of my gyms, but I knew it wasn’t the same. This was completely different than some billboard. I pulled her jeans and panties down in one sweep and threw them off to the side. I grabbed her hands and pulled her up, kissing her and pushing my bare erection between her legs. She moaned into the kiss when my shaft rubbed against her wetness.
“Fuck,” I groaned before pushing her back onto the bed and walking to my nightstand.
I pulled the top drawer open and hastily pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper off and putting it on. I turned around to see Evelyn still lying on her back, but she had moved further up the bed. Her legs were open in invitation and I made my way back to her in one big step. I pushed her knees further apart and positioned my body, gripping the base of my shaft and feeling the pulse in my grip. I needed a release and I needed it soon. I rubbed my head over her wet lips before plunging inside her all at once.
She let out a whimpering cry as her back arched off the bed. She reached back to grasp at anything she could find. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her face and chest were flushed a crimson red. There was a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, making her glisten. I pulled back out and rubbed myself over her clit before plunging back in and getting into a steady rhythm. She moaned and whimpered, but not loudly, biting her lower lip and pulling the bunched up comforter closer to her. I grabbed her legs just as she wrapped them around me so I could push deeper into her.
My thrusting grew faster, going deeper each time, as I held onto her hips. Her body went loose as I started pounding into her, her breasts bouncing with the wild movement of our bodies. I dipped my head down and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and nibbled as I kept thrusting, hard and fast. I kissed her deep and rolled onto my back, expertly pulling her on top, where she instantly started rolling her hips up and down. She rode me fast and dropped her head back. Breathy-whimpering-moans fell freely from her mouth.
I pushed my hips up to match her rhythm as she cried out in pleasure, gyrating her hips as she rocked them up and down. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and I slowed my movement for a while to watch her. It was insanely hot and I was feeling the pressure build up inside of me as I approached the edge of climax. Even though I had just pulled her on top and was loving the way she touched herself, I couldn’t help but reposition her.
I guided her until she was on all fours on the edge of the bed and I immediately started thrusting into her. She let out a satisfying squeal as she pushed back against me. I gripped her hips and pulled them toward me each time I pushed forward to get as deep inside of her as I could; the moment she yelled I knew I found her sweet spot. I kept thrusting until she collapsed forward in a squirming and moaning mess as the orgasm completely overtook her body. That was when my own orgasm wracked through my body, forcing me to fall over and onto her back with a heavy sigh.
I laid there for a moment as we both tried to regain composure, fingertips lightly drawing circles on her back.
There were no sounds of chirping birds to wake me up at his condo. I cracked my eyes open and squinted because the curtains hadn’t been closed the night before. The bright morning light spilled into the room from the wall of windows so I shielded my eyes with my hand. When I was finally able to open my eyes fully and stare out onto the cityscape I thought about the huge difference waking up there and waking up at my small apartment I had just moved out of.
My breath halted when I came to the full realization of where I was. I was in Remi’s bedroom.
And I was naked.
In his bed.
I held my breath so long I ended up fighting for air, coughing when it rushed into my lungs. I slapped my hand over my mouth and turned to look at Remi who was still fast asleep. The sinking realization of what I did hit me like a freight train.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed out nervously.
I sat up and pulled the bunched up comforter over my body, sitting up against the headboard. I stared down at Remi and gulped. My eyes moved over the figure of his body under the thin bed sheet. That was when I saw the used condom haphazardly thrown in the trash bin by the nightstand.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” I whispered.
The only regret was because of the consequences of last night. None of my panic was about Remi, at least for the most part. It hadn’t escaped me that he was still that rich womanizer who had somehow caught me by surprise. But that wasn’t what made me so anxious; he was my new boss and I was living at his place. What was I supposed to do now? This was never a situation I expected to navigate and I didn’t have the slightest clue on how to go about it. I tugged nervously at my hair, but immediately stopped the moment Remi’s eyes fluttered open.
He looked up at me and grinned. “Good morning,” he said in a drowsy voice that made something warm coil inside of me.
With two words he’d managed to calm me down. I could already feel myself melt right back into him and the warm bed. It was unreal.
“Hey,” was all I mustered up. I mentally kicked myself.
His grin still hadn’t disappeared. I noticed it was the same genuine smile I saw for the first time last night. He wasn’t surprised or unhappy to find me in his bed. He had mentioned that he wasn’t used to company in the morning, which meant he wasn’t used to women staying the night with him.
Yet, there I was, early morning and he was smiling at the sight of me. I gulped and felt more nervous than before. It would be much harder to ignore everything if he continued to behave this way, but I didn’t want to assume he would. I went to stand up, but was stopped by Remi tugging my arm. He held my hand and pulled me back, cradling me in his arms. We both laid in silence as we stared out the window. He kissed the side of my neck and I giggled softly as his whiskers tickled me. It was a sweet, natural moment—and then the loud grumbling of his stomach ruined it.
The two of us busted out laughing. “Time to fulfill my duties,” I told him playfully.
“I’d say you fulfilled them pretty well last night,” he said lewdly.
I scoffed and threw a pillow at him, “That was not my duty. If it were, then that means you would have hired me as your wh–”
“I was talking about the stuffed chicken!” Remi cried out defensively, but the devious grin on his face betrayed him.
I started to gather my clothes as Remi hopped out of bed and walked into his master bathroom. Just when I pulled on my panties he tossed a bathrobe on the bed in front of me.
“You don’t need to bother getting dresse
d,” he said, exaggeratedly arching his brows.
I rolled my eyes, but pulled the robe on anyway. I was about to make a joke about his sexual innuendos, but caught it in time. Recalling the conversation I had overheard between Remi and his father softened me a bit. He was so open about it and so vulnerable. I turned to look at him and braved a brief peck on the lips before telling him, “You’re right, you know. He has no reason to scold you the way he does, your father. You’ve achieved a lot and if he can’t see that then it’s on him.”
Remi gave a curt nod, “Thanks but, you know, I have a plan that’ll make him see things differently. I’ve actually got my eye on this great piece of real estate. It’ll be the perfect location for a mega gym.”
“A mega gym,” I repeated flatly.
“Yeah, it’ll be the best,” Remi responded sounding an awful lot like his reputation.
It reminded me of who I had just gotten mixed up with in a night of passion—the ‘playboy-gym-guy’. I got caught up in the way his openness had played on my emotions. I had gotten completely carried away. But then Remi said something else that reminded me of why I allowed myself to get carried away in the first place.
“For sure my dad’s got to respect me for that,” he said.
I looked down so he wouldn’t see the concern in my eyes. He sounded so sadly hopeful, but I knew it was best to be honest with him.
“Remi,” I said softly, “As long as your happiness is wrapped up with what other people think you’ll never be happy.”
“I don’t care about people’s approval. All I’ve ever cared about was my dad’s,” his tone had changed.
I looked at him just as he started laughing, but something deep inside told me what he was trying to pass off as a joke was rooted in truth. I didn’t want to point that out, so I just gave a single, fake chuckle before tightening up the robe and folding my clothes into a neat pile. I tapped the pile and then looked at him.
“I’ve got to go put these away.”
Remi patted his stomach, “But your client is hungry. Stomach before tidiness, I always say.”
“Oh, you always say that, do you,” I said doubtfully.
Remi chuckled as he walked over to the bed. He picked up my shirt and held it up, unfolding it and earning him an annoyed glare from me. “I don’t think this is a very professional shirt, young lady,” he jokingly chastised me.
“Young lady!” I burst into laughter. I just couldn’t take him seriously. It occurred to me only then that he was standing in front of me still naked. That’s when my cheeks burned and I snatched the shirt from him, promptly looking away. “I’m just taking them to my room and I’ll prepare your kitchen.”
“I think my kitchen is pretty prepared,” Remi shouted after me as I walked out of the bedroom.
I walked faster down the hallway. Now even my chest was burning with embarrassment. I quickly got dressed in the first outfit I threw together before rushing off to the kitchen, silently hoping he didn’t make some sort of quip about me saying ‘kitchen’ instead of ‘meal’. As I pulled out the ingredients to make a healthy veggie omelet, I knew it was unlikely he’d let it go so easily. Sure enough when he took the first bite a short while later he casually dropped it in.
“Wow, even your omelets make for a delicious kitchen,” he said with a mouth full.
I frowned, deciding to redirect the conversation to his complete lack of manners. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you shouldn’t–”
“Plenty people have and eh,” he shrugged, stuffing another bite into his mouth. He opened his mouth as he chewed to prove a point.
“Unseemly,” I told him in mock-shock.
He swallowed the last bite of the omelet, “As unseemly as breaking plates, young lady?”
“I’m going to ignore that because it’s time to wash the dishes,” I replied, sticking my nose up in the air as I collected the dishes.
“You’re not going to eat breakfast? Guess you had your fill last night, eh?”
I nearly dropped the plate as I whipped around to glare at him. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about his constant allusions to what happened between us the night before. It was part of his personality to behave that way. On the one hand, it was somehow flattering that he wanted to keep bringing it up. Then again, it made me feel cheap. Maybe he was just being his regular self or maybe there was more to it than that. However, what I didn’t plan on doing was asking him about it. That wasn’t a conversation that needed to happen.
“Time to go to work,” he said a couple minutes later.
He walked to his bedroom and by the time I had finished washing the dishes and cleaning up, he was back in the kitchen fully dressed. My eyes reluctantly raked over his body. He was wearing tailored black slacks, a light grey cardigan, and a dark grey blazer. Even under all his clothing his muscles were apparent. His hair was neatly done and he looked mouth-wateringly handsome and put together. I felt that surge of feelings from the first day, only this time they were more intense. Now I knew Remi far more than I had the first time I laid eyes on him. It felt different this time because I knew what was underneath that pristine clothing.
“Oh,” was all I could say because my mind was a blank.
Remi smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll be back for dinner.”
I didn’t move until I heard the elevator doors close after he stepped inside. I placed a hand on the kitchen counter and the other clutched over my chest. I felt weak in the knees. I didn’t understand how such a simple gesture from Remi had such a great effect on me. I wanted to be casual about the previous night and continue on the path of being strictly professional. I knew it was risky to develop real feelings toward him, but at the same time I was starting to think it was too late.
My emotions were a jumbled mess. I wasn’t sure what to believe or what to do. It felt silly to obsess over what was going on between us because I had to figure it was just another layer to Remi. Then I thought of his behavior, the way he spoke to me, and the way he looked at me. None of the pieces came together to resemble any sort of a clear picture.
I sighed, running my hands over the soft fabric of the bathrobe. Was it possible Remi wasn’t the playboy type I thought he was?
“You’ll notice the increase in these sectors,” Donald said as he pointed at a green line.
I nodded, “What about the newest sector? Where does that land? It should be part of this quarter’s reports.”
“We’ve made a separate info graphic for that one, Mr. Parker,” the senior financial advisor chimed in.
“Right,” Donald agreed. “I was just about to move on to that one.”
I nodded to the vice president and financial advisor as I turned the page of the printed agenda they set on my desk before the meeting. I ran a finger down to the midway point where I saw a figure for the newest sector. I frowned and Donald immediately scurried to explain why it wasn’t what we had projected. Meanwhile, the second vice president practically jumped through hoops to convince me it wasn’t just okay, it was a good thing.
I sat back and listened halfheartedly as I looked around the conference room. It was drab and as straightforwardly corporate as it could get. It made me think of Evelyn and how she mentioned she wanted a homier feel to her restaurant’s kitchen. The two of us were so different where business was concerned. I was proud of my accomplished work with ‘Remi’s Place’ (the name of my gyms). But I didn’t have the passion for my career that Evelyn had for hers. In many ways I felt like I was just doing what was expected.
“Of course Ms. Swanson and I have already come up with two strategies to spin this in your favor,” Mr. Hallisay told me. He was referring to his work with the head of marketing.
I acknowledged what he said, but didn’t quite care much to hear what they had to say from there. As long as they did their jobs well, that was all I needed to know. Donald stepped in and added some comments about how it was all tied into the success of the newest sector, which c
aught my interest.
I was trying to pay attention, but someone wasn’t letting that happen.
Stacy, my cute blonde co-vice president, had been shooting me coy looks and inching closer to me throughout the entire meeting. I was doing a good job of ignoring her, but now she was making it impossible. She was running her foot up the side of my leg underneath the table. I shot her a warning look. She only responded with a wink and a smirk.
I cleared my throat, “Ms. Swanson, which of the two strategies do you believe will be the most effective?”
She instantly launched into an explanation, but I missed most of it because she had her hand on my thigh and was inching it higher and higher. I shifted in my seat, away from her, and shot her another scolding look. Her smirk didn’t disappear and she only curled her fingers into my thigh. I masked a small groan under a cough, but I knew she’d caught on to it. She shifted in her seat and placed her hand dangerously close to my crotch. Slowly, she inched closer and closer. I promptly grabbed her hand and pushed it away.
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