Caress: The Nora Heat Collection

by Shanora Williams

  She yelped as I reeled her in, body flush on mine, my hands going straight for her sweatpants as I kicked the door closed. I shoved her pants down as I crushed her lips, greedy for a taste, and she moaned behind it, pressing a hand to my chest, but letting it fall in no time, stepping out of the pants willingly.

  I didn’t pull my lips away as I unbuckled my belt and lowered my jeans and boxers. My cock was hard and free and it only wanted to be in one place: Chanel’s pussy.

  I cupped her perfect plump ass in my hands and picked her up. Her legs knew exactly what to do. They wrapped around me, the heels of her feet digging into my back as I guided her down, the head of my cock pressing on the slick entrance of her pussy.

  “I think you forgot what I told you last night,” I growled on her lips. She had her arms tight around my neck, eyes focused on mine as I slid her down, inch by inch, making her stretch around me.

  “What are you talking about, bodyguard?” she sighed, trying to act careless. Like having my cock inside her didn’t make her want to sigh my real name instead.

  “Your pussy is mine now, yet you’re worried about a motherfucker who never deserved you.” She gasped when I brought her all the way down. I was cock-deep in her pussy, looking into her electric gray eyes.

  “I know,” she said in my ear as I turned her around and placed her on the desk, still between her legs and shifting deeper inside her. “I just can’t stand him.”

  “Then don’t think about him. Think about me. Right now.” I cupped the back of her neck, thrusting harder. She gasped and then sighed. “Think about how good I feel inside you. Think about what I do to you—things he’ll never be able to do. Think about how hard I can make your pretty pussy come while I’m inside you.” She tightened her grip around me, breathing quicker.

  “You are so fucking confusing,” she moaned, but her head fell back, and my lips met the exposed skin on her neck, sucking. Licking. Her pussy was so wet and tight around my dick. I wanted to come during the first few strokes in. Even though this was meant to be a quickie, I wanted it to last. I wanted to feel her milk the fuck out of my cock.

  I kept sucking on her neck, giving powerful thrusts. Owning her body, marking it up, making this little superstar mine.

  Fuck her ex.

  She was forgetting all about him right now, enjoying how thick and hard I was inside her, giving her everything she’d ever desired.

  Fuck, she felt so good.

  Too damn good.

  She gripped me tighter, pulling me close, moaning as her teeth sank into the lobe of my ear. Her moan was so sweet and sexy. It sounded innocent and perfect, but I knew she was far from it.

  I knew because I was fucking her in some unknown office, on top of an unknown person’s desk, owning her pussy and loving every fucking second of it, and she hadn’t stopped me.

  “Ah, yes, Kobe.” Her fingernails clutched the back of my shirt. “I’m close. So close.”

  “That’s right. Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick.” I gripped her ass and picked her up again, bouncing her up and down on my cock. That really got her going. She held me tight, hugging me, keeping me close as she shuddered and moaned hard in my ear. My sweet little superstar came, and, fuck, my cock was drenched.

  “Oh, yes, Kobe!” she cried, louder this time. And her voice was my ammunition. I lifted her up and down as she clenched and released, faster this time, until a feral groan ripped through me and I came, squirting deep in her throbbing pussy.

  “Damn, Chanel,” I rasped on her collarbone while she clenched around the length of me. Seriously, how the fuck was I supposed to resist this?

  She lifted up sluggishly, watching me with lazy eyes. “Pretty sure you’ve just ruined my makeup and messed up my hair.”

  I pulled out and placed her on her feet. “They’ll fix it,” I chuckled softly.

  She let out a soft breath, putting her pants back on. “I should get back. The photographer looks like the type to blow a fuse if things don’t go his way.”

  I nodded, grabbing my jeans, and pulling them up. “I’ll let you go in first, wait here for a few minutes.”

  She nodded as she grabbed the doorknob. Before she walked out, she stalled, peering over her shoulder at me. It seemed she had so much to say, but all she said was, “Thank you for that. For clearing my head.”

  “Don’t thank me. Go out there and show that motherfucker exactly what he lost.”

  She grinned hard before caging her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding, and turning to walk out the door. She shut it behind her and I let out a stiff breath, slouching down in one of the chairs.

  I said I wouldn’t get in too deep, yet I’d just fucked her to make her feel better—to take her mind off that douche sitting in the chair beside hers.

  But, really, I fucked her because I wanted to.

  To remind her of exactly what I said the night before.

  She was mine now, no matter how complicated the situation was.

  I didn’t want her sharing her pussy with anyone else while I was around, and maybe that was selfish of me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t the type of man to share.

  I didn’t want her having time to reminisce about Riley Rivers—to leave with him just to go to some expensive hotel, get drunk, have a stupid moment of weakness, and then have it backfire on her later when she realized he wasn’t going to call her the next day.

  I refused to let him get close to her again.

  SIXTEEN

  Chanel

  I wasn’t really one to brag, but I think I rocked that photo shoot. Kobe was like my lucky charm. Every time he gave me a taste or touch beforehand, I seemed to do really well. I felt confident, invincible. I could feel the envy pouring out of the other model’s pores.

  And I could feel the regret seeping out of Riley’s.

  Fucker.

  This didn’t happen overnight. I trained for this. Sacrificed so much of my time and sleep to get things right. I’d bled in bad high heels and cried because I didn’t land a certain gig.

  But doing it all paid off for me.

  Nicole found an earlier flight to California for us after the shoot, so two hours after I finished, Kobe and I were boarding another plane. I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him.

  The sex was great, but it seemed to be just that to him. He said I was his, but did he mean me or just my body? I wasn’t kidding about what I said to him—he was confusing as hell and I hated being confused.

  He was like a jigsaw puzzle and with each passing day, I was trying to piece him together and figure him out.

  We didn’t talk much on the flight. Not even when we landed and got into the back of one of Dad’s limos.

  I think Kobe was nervous. He fidgeted more. Looked at me less. He seemed bothered. When the driver parked and we got out in front of Dad’s mansion on the beach, I caught a glimpse of that worry.

  Kobe was so distracted that he didn’t come for my door, so the driver had to. And when I got out and looked at Kobe, he was still standing by the passenger door, staring ahead at the house.

  The driver got our bags out of the trunk and started for the house, but I waited, standing beside Kobe.

  “He won’t know,” I said softly, as a cool breeze drifted by and played with the loose tendrils of my hair.

  “That’s not what I’m worried about,” he murmured.

  “Then what is it?”

  “I’m worried about myself, and how hard it will be to keep my damn hands off you for two days.”

  I bit down on a smile, pulling my eyes from his before he could catch my gaze. “Don’t say shit like that. It only confuses me. You say you don’t want more out of this, yet words like those are a sure way to make a girl like me fall hard.”

  I walked away before he could say anything else. Eventually, he followed, and as soon as we got inside, I felt the dread sink in, landing in the pit of my belly like a brick.

  I was happy to be here for Mom’s charity, but at the same ti
me, I wasn’t so sure how I was going to be able to hold back either. Kobe amounted to a good time. He took my mind off life with the simplicity of his touch and the way he looked at me, like I was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Dad was a pain in the ass and so was Nicole, and dealing with them for the next two days was going to require a bit of stress release. If I couldn’t be wrapped up around Kobe, then I guess drinking was going to have to do the trick.

  “Hello?” My voice echoed as I walked down the corridor. I heard voices murmuring a short distance away so I kept going. When I stepped around the corner, I saw Dad and Nicole murmuring to each other. Her hand was on his shoulder and he was smiling at her.

  Even after three years, it was still strange to see them together.

  I put on an artificial smile as they turned to look at me.

  “Oh, there she is!” Dad sang, taking several steps ahead and opening his arms wide. “My baby girl. We were waiting for you to get here.” I walked into his arms, hugging him tight. Dad had smelled the same since I could remember. It was like he’d never changed his cologne. Nicole did have him touch up on his look though. He had a nicer, more modern haircut.

  “It’s been weeks since I last saw you, honey. Been good?” Dad asked.

  I nodded as he hugged me tighter. “Yep. All good, Dad. I promise.”

  Nicole stood a few steps away, smiling at us. “How was your flight?” she asked when he finally let me go.

  “It was okay. Nothing new.” I walked to the island bar, grabbing the bottle of wine, and pouring some into the empty glass. As I filled it halfway, Kobe stepped into the kitchen.

  “Oh, well, if it isn’t Mr. Kobe Ward!” Dad’s voice boomed.

  “Nice seeing you again, sir,” Kobe responded formally, extending his arm and offering his hand. Dad shook it firmly, giving Kobe a sweep over with his eyes.

  “Been treating my little Chanel okay? Keeping a close eye?” Dad probed, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I dislodged the lump by taking a full gulp of the white wine.

  “Yes sir,” Kobe answered.

  “She’s a handful, right? Glad you were there when Matthew Hall showed up.” Dad sighed his relief.

  “Of course, sir. Didn’t let her out of my sight.” After he said that, he glanced at me before turning toward Nicole and offering his hand. “Miss Evans,” he greeted formally.

  “Nice seeing you again, Kobe.”

  Ugh. This was too damn awkward. I walked around the counter, needing escape. “I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower,” I announced. I needed to get out of that kitchen, away from Dad and the man I was secretly fucking behind his back.

  “Okay. We’ll be having dinner soon so don’t make any plans to go out,” Dad said. “Kobe, why don’t you join us for dinner? I’m sure you’ve had a long trip and could use a good meal.”

  Oh, great. Just fucking great.

  Now he was going to be eating with us? Why? Why couldn’t Dad just send Kobe to a room and let him go about his business, like he did with the other guards? Kobe’s reputation obviously scored him more brownie points with Dad.

  Plus, I was sure the whole Matthew Hall thing that happened the other night, (that I knew Dad wouldn’t bring up with me because he considered me his fragile, precious flower) also scored Kobe some points on the winning side.

  This weekend was about to get really fucking interesting.

  SEVENTEEN

  Chanel

  It was just like my dad to get drunk on his days off. He was just like me—always busy, traveling for his job as a top-notch general contractor. He was the man putting the dream homes in California, New York, and other big cities together for the wealthy, and all without ever having to get his hands dirty. Though, it wasn’t that way at first. He didn’t get to have much time to himself, so whenever he drank, he drank until he couldn’t anymore.

  He became so drunk he started groping and flirting with Nicole. She stopped him, of course. She always stayed respectful when I was around. It was quite funny, actually.

  “Kobe,” Dad said over his glass of scotch as the table was cleared by the maid. “I just want to thank you. You have just started and I can already tell you’re going to keep my daughter as safe as possible. She’s my world—she means everything to me and I wouldn’t want to live if something happened to her.” Dad looked at me briefly before focusing on Kobe again. “I know I can’t be there for her all the time like before, but it makes me feel so much better knowing another set of eyes are on her. Eyes I can trust. I have a feeling you’ll become like family to me.”

  As soon as he said that, Kobe cleared his throat with a slight nod.

  I rolled my eyes. I hoped he wasn’t letting my dad’s drunk-laced words get to him. By tomorrow, he was going to forget all about what he just said.

  “Dad, I think you’re drunk and should go lay down before you vomit all over the table,” I teased, giggling.

  “I second that,” Nicole tittered. She was tipsy, but she helped Dad stand up. “I’m going to take him up to the room. Let me know if you need anything,” she said to me. “Kobe, I’ll see you in the morning. Have a great night.”

  “You too, Miss Evans.”

  Dad stepped around the table to kiss me on top of the head and then he met up with Nicole at the dining room exit, wrapping an arm around her. I heard them laughing and snickering as they stumbled down the hallway and then up the stairs.

  I didn’t want to know what they were doing on their way up.

  I finished my wine and then looked at Kobe, who was also standing. “Going to head up and take a shower,” he said.

  “Meet me afterwards?” I stood, placing my empty glass down.

  “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “We’ll see.”

  By his tone, I could tell he was bothered. He was worried. After Dad thanking him that way, he probably felt guilty for messing with me behind his back.

  Kobe turned and walked out of the dining room. I listened to him go up the stairs before going up myself and into my room.

  My mind was spinning. This weekend was really going to suck if I had to keep to myself. I was a fiend, dying for another taste. Desperate to be next to him. Addicted to his touch, his smell, and the way he tasted.

  I wanted to watch him own me.

  Feel him take that first sweet, deep plunge inside me and dominate my body.

  Staying away wasn’t going to work.

  I wanted my bodyguard way too much for that to happen.

  EIGHTEEN

  Kobe

  After her dad’s little speech after dinner, I felt fucked up and foul for what I’d done. I’d been deep inside his daughter’s pussy, not even considering that he lost his wife years ago and Chanel was all he really had.

  She was the light of his life—the only reason he was still staying strong—and I was tampering with that.

  It was fucking with my head, but only because I knew how much it hurt to lose someone.

  After my shower, I made sure to stay in my room. I knew what Chanel wanted. She was young and naïve, so she didn’t care about how her father felt. When she wanted something, she wanted it. No questions. No debates and if there ever was a debate, she would win it.

  Sighing, I laid down in bed, exhausted from the long day. I’d had two cups of scotch swimming in my veins that I was sure was going to lull me to sleep soon.

  Before I could shut my eyes, I heard the door open and then click shut. I frowned, picking up my head, looking toward it. I saw her thin silhouette from where I laid.

  She had on a silky white nightgown that showed way too much cleavage. Her skin was milky from the moonlight spilling through the curtains. Her hair was damp and curly from a shower.

  She looked so fucking sexy.

  Fresh and ready to devour.

  Seeing her like that sent all my morals flying out the door she’d just walked through.

  I sat up, pressing my back to the headboard with a slight frown. “Chanel, what the
hell are you doing?” I asked, voice low and deep.

  She walked my way, meeting up to the bed.

  Without a word, she pulled the short gown over her head and then climbed on the bed, over my legs, and planted herself on my lap. She was mostly naked, her perky tits right in my face. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my boxers. She was already hot and wet.

  She looked into my eyes, grabbed my hands and brought them up to her waist. My palms dragged down to her hips, and she used my hands to push the lacy material down.

  “Your dad is only a few doors away,” I murmured on her lips. “I can’t fuck you while he’s around.”

  She let out a ragged breath, and I was so lost in thought, so turned-the-fuck-on, that I didn’t even realize I was pulling her panties down myself. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you,” she said, her breath warm on my lips. “He’s drunk and has probably passed out by now.” She lifted her hips, letting me slide her panties off. “So, stop worrying. He’ll never know.”

  Fuck, I wanted to demolish this girl.

  She leaned sideways, taking her panties off, and then moving down to pull my boxers down enough until my cock was out. I was hard, pre-cum leaking at the tip. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes before focusing on it and then dropping her head, wrapping her rosy lips around the head of my cock.

  I groaned and stiffened as she sucked, taking me deeper down her throat until she had no choice but to gag. She fondled my balls, dragging her tongue up my shaft and swirling it around the tip of my cock, over the slit.

  “Shit, Chanel,” I groaned. I should have been telling her to go back to her room. To get off and stay away from now on. I couldn’t keep fucking her, developing feelings for her.

  This wasn’t like being at the apartments. Her father was right down the hallway, could have barged in at any given moment if he felt like it, and I was taking the fucking risk, letting his little girl suck and deep throat the hell out of my cock.