by Jinni James
I’ve taken the day off to pack and move boxes. I tape the lid on the last box and look around the room. My beautiful room… Poor thing looks so empty now. We pulled my sheets off my bed and replaced them with some extras I had in the closet, and we have my chairs, books, rug and everything on the moving van. We packed up all of my clothes and loaded my dresser into the van, too. Alex doesn’t think we’ll need it, but I know better. An extra dresser always comes in handy. I place the final taped-up box on the floor, and then look up at the sound of running footsteps on the stairs. Alex and Mark…back for more boxes. Those two have been downright hilarious, making the whole “moving thing” into a competition, seeing who can lift the heaviest boxes, who can get them loaded the fastest. Must be a man thing; women are smart enough to have someone else do all the heavy lifting.
Alex, Mark, Becca, and I grab the last of the boxes, took them downstairs, outside, and loaded them up. Everything’s ready, except for my laptop, which I left open on the big desk in my home office inside. I run in to grab it, stuff it in its bag, and as I engage the little clasps.
I look around, thinking of all the work I’ve done in this room, with Becca right down the hall, blaring her music or entertaining someone. I’m really going to miss living here and having my sister around all the time. I’ll miss our late night talks, and the impromptu slumber parties filled with popcorn and cheesy movies.
I swipe at the tears filling my eyes.
“Oh, stop getting so emotional,” I chide myself. “It’s not like we won’t ever hang out again…hell, we’re practically neighbors.”
Alex’s house is only fifteen minutes away. I may not see Becca every day, but it’s not as if I’m moving to the other side of the world. Plus, there’s always phones and email. I glance out the window. Alex is loading the last of my stuff into the van. He must sense me watching him, because he turns and looks straight at me. The smile he gives me reaffirms my decision. I take a deep breath, grab my bag, and then I head back outside.
In the driveway, Alex puts an arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple. Mark and Becca are standing side by side with their arms around each other. My eyes start stinging again. God…this is hard. Much harder than I thought it would be. With tears in my eyes, I walk over to Becca and wrap my arms around her which is still a little difficult with my arm still hurting from the gun shot. We are both sobbing like little girls, our faces pressed against each other’s shoulders. Alex and Mark give each other one of those one-armed, half-hugs guys always do.
“Alright,” Becca says, and pulls back, “Time for you to go home. Don’t worry about me. Mark and I will be fine. I’ll text you later. I love you, sis.”
I nod and wipe away my tears. “I love you too, Becca. I’ll talk to you later.”
I turn to give Mark a hug goodbye.
“You better take care of my little sister,” I tell him, my voice filled with mock severity. “Love you.”
He places his hand on my head and hugs me. “You know I will. Lord knows I don’t want to risk ticking you off. I’m so happy for you. Go and enjoy your time alone with Alex.”
I step back, look at two of my favorite people in the world, and then turn and grab the hand Alex holds out for me. He helps me into the passenger side of the van, and as we pull away, I wave out of the window, saying bye to my family. Once I can no longer see them, I sigh and face forward, ready to meet my new life with this amazing man head on.
* * * * *
Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Alex’s apartment on the Upper East Side. When we step inside, I realize I’m just as much in love with the place now as I was before.
Unloading the truck takes a lot less time than it did to pack and load it. Of course, it’ll probably be weeks before I get everything out of the boxes. For now, we’ve just stacked them in a corner of the living room.
“Ugh. I hate unpacking.” I kick one of the boxes I know holds pillows and a throw blanket.
“How do you know? You’ve only done it what? Once?” Alex begins laughing.
“Okay, so you have a point…let’s just say I instinctively know I’m going to hate it.” I stick out my tongue at him, and then turn toward the boxes with dread. “Ah, well. Guess I’ll get start—”
Without warning, Alex comes up behind me, grabs my hips with both hands, and spins me around.
“If you’re going to stick it out, dear, why not use it?”
He gives me a wink, and my breath catches. There’s a fire in his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that are full of want and need…for me. His hot stare makes my body go to mush.
“Get naked,” he says and nuzzles my neck.
“Here?” I pull back and eye him carefully. Is he serious? We’re standing in the living room, which has a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, none of them covered. Despite how high up we are, I still feel exposed.
“Honey, we’re fifteen floors off the ground. No one will be able to see you. Now…get naked.”
He is so bossy, which I find so freakin’ sexy. I’ve always loved a man who knows how to take control in the bedroom.
“Yes, Mr. Preston.”
I take a step and begin unbuttoning my blouse. After I have my shirt open about half way—which is plenty far enough to show off most of my cleavage—I leave off there and start working on removing my pants. I pull them down and slide them off my legs, dragging my panties right along with them. I then unhook my bra and slide it off my arms, leaving me standing in front of him wearing just my black shirt.
“You’re teasing me,” he says, his voice rough. “That’s not very nice.”
“Oh? I have to disagree with you, Mr. Preston. I believe it is very nice.” I flash him what I hope is a seductive grin. “Yes…very nice, indeed.”
Before I can blink, he’s in front of me,. He reaches beneath my shirttails and grabs my ass, and the noises he’s making are wild and…filled with lust. He kisses me, but this time, there’s nothing slow or gentle in his manner. No…this time, it’s all about need—his and mine. The desire we have for one another has been building up for weeks.
“I can’t believe we’re finally alone,” Alex says. He lifts my shirt up and over my head, and drops it to the floor.
“I can’t believe I’m standing here in the middle of the day, in front of a wall of uncovered windows, stark-ass-naked for the entire world to see.” Talk about risky…especially considering what happened to me last time. I sigh. The girl I was before ceased to exist that day. I’d been much more carefree, that’s for certain.
“We’re safe,” he told me. “Bob and Christina are both in custody. Nothing will happen to you; I promise.”
I suppose he’s right. My life is no longer in danger, so why not have some fun with this? I cross the room to stand before him, and while holding his gaze, I lift his shirt over his head, and then unbutton his pants. I drag them down, going to my knees in the process. I finally glance away from his face, only to turn my attention to his gloriously hard cock. My heart racing, I lean forward and take him into my mouth. He moans, obviously satisfied, and my God, his reaction is almost as wonderful as an orgasm. The sounds he’s making, deep in his throat, spur me on; encourage me to take him deeper. I run my tongue from base to tip, and look up gauge his response. His head is tilted back, his mouth hanging open. I feel so powerful, in control of his pleasure and mine. The sensation is amazing. He moves his hand to the back of my head, urging me to move faster, to take him deeper. He pumps his hips at the same time, and the head of his cock bumps the back of my throat.
“No!” He stops suddenly, and withdraws as he takes a step back. Taking my hands in his, he lifts me to my feet. “My God, Elizabeth. I want more, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come inside your hot, tight pussy. Come with me.”
Although my knees are weak, and I can barely stand, I allow him to lead me toward the dining room. With every step, I wonder what he has planned. The anticipation is killing me. He leads me to the glass dining table.
“I’ve wanted to do this with you from the second we met,” he says.
I gasp as he bends me over the table so that I’m lying flat, my breasts pressed against the glass. I turn my head and rest my cheek on the cold, hard surface. Then he enters me as I let out a scream of pleasure.
“Yes, baby, let it out.”
My screams fill the apartment, echoing his every stroke. He goes deeper, and reaches around to caress my breasts as he thrusts in and out. My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I’m gasping, unable to draw a full breath. My body feels like it’s on fire. He thrusts in again, harder and deeper this time. Tears of pleasure fill my eyes. Moving quickly, frantically, he releases my breasts and grabs my hips. He’s close; I can sense his impending release in his actions, in the way his breath catches. He thrusts again and again, and my passion builds along with his. My entire body tenses, every muscle begging for release. We fall over the edge together, both of us crying out, as Alex fills me with his hot cum. I collapse on the table, completely and utterly spent. The tears that had filled my eyes spilled over rolled down my face, and onto the glass tabletop. But these are not tears of sadness; they’re an outward sign of insane pleasure. Slowly, Alex lifts me off the table.
“So, would you like to finish unpacking now, dear, or would you like a shower?”
“Mmmm… Shower, please.” I can barely speak, and I’m very drowsy. I’m also utterly and completely content.
Alex scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall.
Chapter Fourteen
The shower revived me, and I dressed in one of my new sets of loungewear—a loose pair of pajama pants that reminded me of something a harem girl might wear, and a matching camisole top. Alex and I then spent the next several hours unpacking…a job that took us twice as long as it might have, normally, due to Alex’s apparent inability to keep his hands off of me. Every time I turned around…literally…he had his hand on my ass. Or his arm would “inadvertently” brush against my breast, and the next thing I knew, we’d be making love again…on the couch, against the kitchen counter, on the floor in front of the fireplace, and once, we even made it to the bed. We created a vicious albeit very wonderful circle, and I decided unpacking isn’t so horrible a task, after all.
Finished with the last box, I walk through the house and survey our work. We found a place for the few pieces of important furniture I brought with me. My books are here, in stacks near the fireplace and on shelves. Alex even found a special spot to display my vintage pottery collection, even though the pieces looked a bit out of place with his ultra-modern décor.
Alex comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I sigh and rest my head back against his chest. I am officially moved in with Alexander Preston.
“This feels so strange,” I tell him.
“Everything new feels strange, for a while. You’ll get used to it.” He squeezes me tight. “The only important thing to ask yourself is if you’re happy. Are you, Elizabeth? Are you happy?”
“Yes.” I answer without hesitation. I am definitely happy. After all I’ve been through the couple weeks or so, it’s not surprising I feel out of sorts. Moving, leaving my sister, and not having talked with Nicki in a while have all added to my stress level. Speaking of Nicki…she’d been worried sick about me. I had to promise her we’d get together tomorrow, so I can fill her in on everything that’s happened.
“I do miss Becca,” I tell Alex, and just thinking of my little sister causes my eyes to sting as tears threaten. I’m proud of myself, though. I only texted her twice…three times, actually, if you count the last time, when she told me to cut it out, that we’d talk later this week.
“Well, I think everything looks great, and I’m totally amazed your clothes fit in the closet.”
I smile. Instead of taking over the closet in the spare bedroom, as Alex recommended, I put all my suits in the walk-in closet next to his. Having them there makes me feel like we’re a real couple, sharing a home, a room, a life… I even added a pink throw pillow to the mound of black ones on his—our—bed. The pillow belongs to Becca, but I took so I’d have something to remind me of her. My eyes start burning again, so I force my thoughts away from Becca and turn in Alex’s arms.
“Are you happy?” I ask him.
He grins, dips his head, and kisses me like he’s starving and I’m a piece of steak.
“Does that answer your question?” he asks.
Breathless, unable to speak, I nod and smile.
“Well, love, I took care of all the empty boxes. You are officially moved in.”
His smile is as big as the moon.
“Yes, it seems I am. Thank you.”
Alex kisses my hair. “My pleasure. Now, why don’t you take a long, hot bath, while I have Joseph start some dinner?”
“Sounds wonderful…but what are you going to do?”
“I think I’ll get a little work done.”
I must admit, a bath in that enormous tub sounds really good right about now. “Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”
I make my way toward the bathroom as Alex heads into the kitchen to find Joseph. I start the bath water, then strip down and climb in. I allow the sound of the water filling up the tub to consume me, to distract me from my thoughts. I hadn’t realized how sore I was until I lay down in this tub. The warm water cascades over my body, warming every inch of me. As soon as the tub is filled I turn on the jets and let the pulsing water relax away my aches and pains. I lay my head back and think of how things have changed in such a short amount of time. Everything in my life has been turned completely upside down. I went from having four lovers, available at my beck and call, to having one, and surprisingly, I’m okay with that. I fired a maniac at work and almost lost my sister in as a result. My best friend—and, up until recently, my favorite lover—is in love with my sister. And last, but certainly not least, I turned my beautiful apartment over to my sister and moved in with a guy! Talk about big changes. I wouldn’t do anything differently, though. I love Alex. I thought I experienced love once or twice before, a long time ago, but that was nothing compared to this. This is true love. This is the stuff they write stories about. He is perfect for me. He is incredibly handsome, has remarkable business sense, he understands how I feel about my work, he just plain gets me, and he’s in love with me. How lucky am I? The great and wonderful Alexander Preston loves me. The thought makes me smile.
The sound of someone chuckling draws my gaze toward the doorway. Alex is standing there. I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him come in.
“Enjoying your bath, sweetheart?” he asks, a chuckle in his voice.
“As a matter of fact, I am. I think the soreness is gone now.” I feel a little embarrassed, although I don’t know why.
“That’s good. I knew the bath would help. May I help you out? I have something to show you downstairs when you’re ready.”
Whatever he has to show me must be wonderful, because he’s grinning like a fool.
“Sure.” I start to rise.
Alex holds out a huge, white towel for me to step into, and then wraps it around me. The thing is so huge; I could probably wrap it around me twice. He rubs my arms as we stand there looking at each other. His sweet, green eyes sparkle, as if reflecting his happiness.
“I love you, Elizabeth.”
Those eyes now fill with tears. I reach up and cup his cheek.
“I love you too. Is everything okay?” He’s making me nervous.
“Perfect. Once you’re ready, come downstairs, okay?”
“Okay.”
Alex leaves me to get dressed. I watch him go, wondering what’s up with him. I hurry to get dressed so I can find out. Inside my closet, I go through all my suits, looking for my jeans. I find an old, faded pair and a white t-shirt, and walk out into the bedroom to put them on. As I approach the bed, I stop, frozen in place. There, lying on the mattress is the most magnificent dress I’ve ever seen. The dress is floor len
gth, red silk, and strapless. There’s a pair of matching, designer heels sitting on the floor. Next to the dress is a box from one of the local, high-end jewelers. My heart starts pounding in my ears. I walk over to the bed very slowly, hardly able to breath, and I carefully open the box. Inside, there’s a necklace that knocks the breath right out of me. A gorgeous, white-gold necklace with emeralds the color of Alex’s eyes and onyx stones. I run back to the bathroom to blow my hair dry and throw on some makeup; with that dress and that necklace, I have to look just perfect. After I finish, I walk back to the bed, pick up the dress, and slide the silky material over my body. I zip the back, slip my feet into the heels, and then carefully put on the necklace. I take a quick peek in the mirror, and then, pleased with my reflection, I head downstairs. I can hear music playing, and as I near the bottom floor, I the scent of roses overwhelm me. Alex is waiting for me, and when I see how he’s dressed, I smile. He looks like he just stepped off the cover of a men’s magazine, in his custom-tailored black tuxedo. Beyond him, I see roses in the living room, covering every available surface. A huge bouquet sits in the middle of the table. There must be ten dozen roses in there! There are candles all over the room, too, all lit and giving off a beautiful glow, which creates such a beautifully romantic ambiance. Alex strolls towards me, smiling that cute, mischievous grin of his. He has one hand in his pocket, and he looks like James Bond. He also looks like he’s, up to something. Well, obviously…
