Twisted By Desire (Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy #1)

by Desiree A. Cox

  After the shower and sex, we laid in the bed, naked in each other’s arms. “We’re throwing a party here in two weeks,” he said.

  “Is there any special reason?”

  “You’re the reason. I want to introduce you to some of my coworkers. My manager will be here, and some of the other people I work with.”

  “Should I invite some of my friends?”

  “This one is specific to my job; we’ll have another party soon, and we’ll invite everyone.”

  “Do I need to do anything? I can cook or decorate.”

  “It’ going to be catered, so you don’t have to worry about that. All you need to do is shop for a dress and shoes, go to the spa to get your nails and hair done, and be your beautiful self.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  “I’d like Abby to be here, if you don’t mind.”

  “I’d love it. Thank you.”

  My mind raced. Sky wouldn’t be happy, but he’d have to get over it. He could have her on Sunday. My life was changing for the better. My worries had been for nothing, this was so right. I snuggled in closer under his strong arm.

  I woke up to fingers sliding through my slick folds, caressing, enticing, and teasing me. I could hear the noise my wet heat made as his fingers massaged me. I wanted him in me again so bad my sex was spasming at the thought of him filling me. Without words, he positioned himself between my legs, his swollen head pressing against my opening. He held his shaft and rubbed his helmet up and down my wet slit, then he slowly pressed into me. I let out a moan as I took all of him. His pulsing was slow and steady, reaching deep, stretching my walls around him. He lay on me as he wrapped his arms around me, cocooning me in his embrace. His lips lowered onto mine, consuming my mouth, owning all of me.

  His thrusts increased in speed and intensity; faster, harder, whooshing, quenching our primal needs. Even as he filled me, my greedy pussy wanted more. He lifted himself off me, releasing my swollen lips from his. His hand moved to my mound and dropped his thumb pad onto my inflated clit, slowly massaging with torturous pressure. My body trembled as he pushed me over the edge and my orgasm shattered me. He slammed into me with a ferociousness that nearly made me black out. My eyes closed tight as I went over the edge again, screaming his name, “Fuck, Jeff … shit!” After a few more strokes, he found his release inside me, and he collapsed onto me. The weight and warmth of his body, the heavy breaths against my neck, and the swipes of his tongue caressing my skin was welcomed as my arms held him tight.

  “I’m starving; how about you?” he asked suddenly.

  “I’m famished.”

  “Back in the shower, sexy, then we’ll go grab something to eat.”

  The huge shower was wonderful. Being in this house and being with Jeff was a dream come true. This was all I needed to be happy; a good-looking man with a nice job and a home bigger than a shoe box. Living in his beautiful house was the icing on the cake of our relationship. I was the queen of the castle, and he was the gorgeous, and sexy king. This had to be right; nothing wrong could feel this good. We showered and dressed, then headed out to his car.

  “Have you ever been to the Tampa Bay Brewing Company?” Jeff asked as he held my door open for me.

  “No, never.”

  “You, my darling, are in for a treat. They have the best meatloaf. And the beer is not your average Miller or Bud.”

  We talked on the drive, but my mind was drifting to the party he had planned in two weeks. I needed to find the perfect dress, and I was thinking that I needed to get Jackie or Mandy to help me. Oh, shit, I hadn’t even told them about Jeff or that I’d moved in with him. Well, something for the to-do list next week.

  Chapter 13

  My excitement came to a screeching halt when I met Jackie and Mandy for lunch Monday and told them about Jeff.

  “Who does that?” Jackie asked. “He moves you into his house after knowing you for only four months, why?”

  “Not everyone moves slow, Jackie; you know, he’s an older guy,” Mandy came to my defense.

  “See, and that’s another thing, why is he still single and thirty-eight? I’m telling you, I smell a rat.”

  “I think you’re being too hard on him, Jackie; he’s a nice guy,” I said defensively. “We’re really happy together.”

  “Are you, Nikki? Or are you fooling yourself into believing you’re happy because he’s loaded?” Jackie was being relentless. “I’ve seen guys like him before; they’re users.”

  “Give Nikki some credit, Jackie. She’s not going to let herself get sucked in by some guy who’s got money oozing out his pores. And what would he be using her for?” Mandy asked.

  “Sex, hiding a secret life, who knows,” Jackie continued. “Just be careful Nikki.”

  “I will. I am.” I really needed my wonderful friend and protector, Jackie, to back off. She didn’t understand how good Jeff made me feel.

  We said our goodbyes, and I went back into the office to keep working. Having told everyone now, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt more relaxed as I walked back around to the office lobby, but my mind was all over the place.

  I didn’t know what I wanted and wondered if I had gotten sidetracked by the big shiny objects like Jackie’d said. Sometimes the price you pay for what you want is exorbitant. I just hoped I wouldn’t end up kicking myself in the ass in a couple years thinking about what I had given up to get him and the lavish life he could provide. But I wasn’t really giving up anything, well, except having another kid. But I also couldn’t say I wanted another kid. It was a small price to pay when I was gaining everything.

  “Nikki, do you have time to meet this afternoon?” Jack startled me as he peered at me over the top of his black-framed glasses.

  “Sure, what time?”

  “How about three o’clock?”

  “Perfect, I’ll be there.”

  “Thanks.”

  We hadn’t met the past couple of weeks for our one-on-ones. He had called in sick, then had to cancel the following week for an important last-minute meeting. This would be good to meet this afternoon since I’d been extra careful with my math.

  I walked around to his office a few minutes early and let his admin know I was there. “Go ahead in; he just finished his call,” she said.

  “Hey, Nikki, it’s good to see you. How is everything going? Have a seat.”

  I walked over to one of the chairs facing his desk and lowered myself, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down to cover as much skin as possible. “Everything is fine. Work is going really well lately.” I smiled as I provided my own appraisal.

  “I agree; I’m very pleased with your work lately. We missed our last couple of meetings. I wanted to just take a few minutes to touch base with you this afternoon.” He fidgeted with his pen. “Do you have anything you need to discuss with me?”

  “No, not really. Work is going really well. I have plenty to keep me busy.”

  “You’re not overworked, are you?”

  “Not at all, I’m fine.”

  “Great, if you need anything at all, let me know.”

  What the fuck was going on? Jack was never this accommodating or concerned about workload. His motto had always been ‘no matter how much gets dumped on you, find a way to get it done’ … on time.

  “I will. Did you have anything in particular you’d like to discuss with me this week?”

  “No, I’m quite pleased with your attention to detail, as well as the work you’ve completed on the accounts. I wanted to follow up with you since our last meeting wasn’t terribly pleasant.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

  He set his pen down on the desk, and with a matter-of-fact look, went completely off-topic, “Rumor has it you’re dating Jeff Carrington.”

  “Yes, I am.” He caught me off-guard with a question about my personal life that didn’t involve my daughter. “Do you know him?”

  “I don’t know him directly, but my
brother works at the same company as him.” Jack’s eyes wandered around the room, avoiding contact with mine.

  “Are they in the same department?”

  “No, my brother works in Finance. He tells me he’ll be at the party Jeff is having.”

  “Great, what’s his name?”

  “Jason.”

  “I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

  “I’m sure he’ll enjoy meeting you as well.” Our eyes met. There was something about the look he gave me that gave me an eerie feeling. “Well, if you don’t have anything else, I’ll let you get back to work and talk to you next week.”

  I stood from my chair. “Thanks.” I walked out of his office, pulling the door halfway closed behind me. Why the hell did I just say thanks?

  The rest of the week went slow. I didn’t go shopping. I was more concerned with getting someone in my house so it didn’t just sit empty for too long. It took a lot of convincing, but Sky finally had agreed it would be better to live there than in the apartment. The house gave him more room and a separate room for Abby when she visited. It was also a familiar place for her. He would have to give the apartment complex notice before moving in, but he planned to be in the house within the next two months.

  Sky told me he had just been hired for a full-time position in Accounts Receivable at a small furniture company. I was so excited for him. He’d finally be back to working in the field of his major -- now if he could just keep the job.

  After a weekend of fulfilling sex, Jeff was back on the road for only two days this week. That was perfect for me to do my shopping and schedule my appointments for Saturday morning before he returned back home. I had to make sure to get Abby a cute dress for the event. I was so excited to share Saturday night with Jeff in his house, mingling with his friends and coworkers. Our relationship was so right.

  ****

  “Baby, wake up,” Jeff whispered in my ear.

  “What time is it?”

  “Nine thirty; isn’t your appointment at ten?”

  “Shit!” I flipped the sheet off my naked body and quickly got out of bed. I dug out underwear and clothes, dressed, and ran to get Abby. Any other day she would have woke up early, getting me out of the bed, and had me on the move much sooner. There was no way I was going to be on time. When I got to the stairs, Jeff watched me from the balcony near his bedroom, wearing nothing but his silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips, his arms folded across his bare, muscular chest and leaning against the wall. I’d give anything to be fucking him again instead of running out to get my nails done. I licked my lips as I admired his toned, tan body.

  “Hurry back.” He winked at me.

  “I’ll text you and let you know when we’re done.”

  “Take my car; you might get there faster. The keys are on the counter.” He chuckled. “Abby, take care of your mommy, and make sure you both get really pretty.”

  “Okay.”

  I scooped Abby onto my hip, and then ran down the stairs. If there were an Olympic event for running stairs with a child on your hip, I could win a gold medal. I set her down by the front door, then ran to pick up his keys from the kitchen counter and slid on my flip-flops. I turned in time to see Jeff still standing at the railing, looking down at me. I grabbed Abby’s little hand in mine, blew him a kiss with the other hand, and pulled the door closed behind me.

  We were late getting to the salon, but they made time for us. I decided I wanted the two of us to have similar hairdos. We also had very similar dresses. Instead of going with my first thought to find a sleek, form-fitting dress, I had decided to go with something a little less revealing, knowing his manager would be there.

  My shopping had taken me into the bridal section of Macy’s, where I’d found a beautiful fuchsia sleeveless pleated dress with an A-line skirt that was a couple inches above my knee. The dress had a wide sequined waistband. I normally wasn’t one for over-the-top baubles and bling, but this dress was perfect, and I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it.

  Abby’s dress was also fuchsia, but with no belt. My shoes were white open-toed sandals with a white satin ruffle and four-and-a-half-inch heels. Abby had white patent leather flats. I refused to let Jeff see what I’d bought despite his nagging me to put it on. I wanted him to be surprised.

  After five hours in the salon, a slice of pizza, and more candy than any child should eat when she can’t run off the sugar rush, I sent a text to Jeff that we were on our way back. The party started at seven o’clock and it was almost four. If I hurried, I could get back by four thirty.

  “I’m back, baby.” I hollered through the house when Abby and I walked through the door. I could hear talking coming from the kitchen, so we walked that way. Jeff hung up his cellphone when we walked in.

  “You two look beautiful.”

  “Thanks, but this isn’t the finished product. Just wait until later.” I walked around to get a drink of water and rubbed my ass across Jeff’s crotch. His hands rubbed against my hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist tight and pulled me back into him so I could feel his growing bulge.

  “Is this what you want?” he whispered in my ear. His lips caressed my nape, causing goose bumps to rise all over my skin. My sex responded to his touch with a twinge indicating yes.

  I turned into him, and pulling his ear close to my mouth, I whispered back, “I think you already know I want you.”

  “We have a small problem,” he whispered to me, then lifted his eyes, motioning in the direction of Abby.

  “Abby, do you want to watch Cartoon Network before we have to get ready for the party?”

  “Yeah,” I was so happy she was able to sit in front of the TV and watch a show without getting up to wander around or get into anything.

  Jeff took her in to get the TV turned on, while I made her a half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We were a good team.

  I followed them into the room with the sandwich wrapped up in a napkin in one hand and a juice box with the straw sticking out in the other. I told her I’d be back in a few minutes, then Jeff and I went up the stairs. We didn’t have a lot of time. Not only were we risking Abby looking for us, we had to get ready for the party.

  We went into the bathroom to brush our teeth. Jeff finished before me and slipped his silk pants off, standing at full attention behind me. I rinsed my mouth out, then I wiped it dry with the towel. He twirled and pulled me into him, lowering his mouth onto mine, his hands creeping up toward my hair.

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned him.

  “I won’t now, but later, I intend to fuck you until you sweat all that hairspray out.” I clenched at that riveting thought.

  He held my shoulders and turned me so my back was to him. “Take those pants off and bend over.” I did as I was instructed.

  I bent at the hip, resting my hands on the edge of the tub surround. He spread my legs wider with his feet, opening me to him. “This has to be quick.” His hands fondled my ass cheeks.

  “I know.”

  He ran his fingers across me, between my moist lips. “Oh, Nikki, Nikki...” He pressed his swollen head inside me, balls deep, and we met skin to skin.

  I moaned.

  His fingers reached around, and he massaged my drenched bud while he stretched me with his slow, deep thrusts. I tried not to lose control of myself, but his magical fingers forced my release against my will. I pressed my mouth into my shoulder to muffle the sound while I bucked my hips, pressing back into him.

  He wasn’t as quick as I thought he would be. He took his time, caressing me, stroking me, filling me. He found his release shortly after my second orgasm, pumping me full of his hot cum.

  “That will take the edge off; but I’m not done with you, baby doll.”

  “I sure hope you’re not. I love your cock.”

  I jumped in the shower, washed, and was back out within minutes. I threw on my oversized shirt and shorts so I could run back down to check on Abby.

  “Is everything okay in
here?” I asked her.

  “Yeah, I don’t want more.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll put it up for later.” I picked up the napkin and folded it around the remaining quarter of her sandwich, making sure not to drop any bread crumbs on the floor, and picked up the nearly half-full juice box. “It’s time for us to get pretty. Come with me.”

  “Okay, let’s get pwetty.”

  We went back upstairs to Abby’s room. I left her sit on her bed for a few minutes while I went to get her dress out of my closet and was briefly diverted watching Jeff towel off. His back rippled, his chest muscles flexed, his arms were the strong limbs I loved having wrapped around me. He was my kryptonite. He made me wet, weak and unable to think straight.

  Abby looked like a miniature princess. Her fuchsia dress was adorable, and I found a wide white ribbon to tie around her waist as a belt. It was long enough to make a large, looped bow at the small of her back. She wore white ankle socks and her white patent leather shoes with the strap across her foot. Now the trick would be to keep her clean. I touched up her hair, trying to secure the flyaway strands. She walked into my bedroom with me, and I set her up on the bed.

  Jeff had rolled his sleeves up to mid-forearm and was buttoning his white dress shirt. He looked striking. His heated, dangerous-eyed glare rolled up to meet mine, sending a flood of lust thumping through me, seducing me, immobilizing me with his sexual magnetism as he finished fastening his last button. He tucked his shirt neatly into his black slacks and fastened them. I forced my gaze away, breaking the hypnotic spell he had me under.

  “Abby, you look beautiful.” His features softened as he smiled at her. “The room’s all yours, babe. I’ll be downstairs.”

  “I won’t be long.”

  “Take your time. There’s no rush.” He winked and pursed his mouth, kissing to me in the air. “I can manage everything until you come down.”

  Once he closed the door, I retrieved my own dress and shoes from the closet. I couldn’t wait for him to see me in them. I rubbed Be Enchanted lotion from Bath and Body Works on my legs and arms. It smelled so good.