Easy Kisses

by Kristen Proby

  “Fuck me,” I whisper.

  “I think I just did,” she replies and pushes her fingers through my hair. I open one eye and find her watching me.

  “So you did.”

  “Are you regretting it yet?” she asks, a smile on her lips, but her eyes are serious and vulnerable.

  “Not even a little bit,” I say and pull her against me, tucking her head under my chin. “That was magnificent, and I’ve been fighting it for nearly two weeks.”

  “That’s a long time,” she says, sarcasm heavy in her voice, and I slap her ass, then rub it in circles.

  “You have quite the mouth on you.”

  “You have no idea,” she replies. “But you might. If you play your cards right.”

  I chuckle and roll her onto her back again, content to lie over her and kiss her leisurely now, exploring her lips, rubbing my nose against hers. She smells fantastic.

  And without the makeup she usually wears, she’s stunning.

  “What are you thinking?” I ask.

  “I’m trying not to think,” she counters and drags her hands down my back to my ass. “There will be time for that later, and this is too nice.”

  “Agreed.” I glide my knuckles down her cheek. “I should go, but I’m going to be a selfish arse and say that I want to stay.”

  She bites that lip again before smiling and wrapping one leg up over my hip, and damn if I don’t get hard again.

  “Stay,” she whispers.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She yawns and stretches under me, so I climb off of her, tuck us under the covers, and pull her against me. I haven’t wanted to stay with a woman since my divorce, and I shouldn’t stay now. But I don’t want to leave her. This feels too good.

  “Let’s sleep for a bit, love.”

  “I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she says and nuzzles my chest, then kisses my tattoo and I’m amazed how my feelings for her can go from white-hot lust to tender in under two minutes.

  “We just had quite a workout.”

  She smirks, but before long she’s breathing long and slow in slumber, and to my surprise, I feel my own eyes close and I drift to sleep right behind her.

  ***

  It’s warm in here.

  And someone is sucking on my rock-hard dick.

  I come fully awake, blinking in the darkness. We must have slept for hours, because the room is dark and the full moon hangs high above the lake outside. Charly flung the covers off of both of us, and she’s currently sucking my cock like a champ.

  Holy shit.

  “Charly,” I murmur and rub her shoulders firmly, making her purr and sending vibrations through me that make me tingle.

  And I’ve never been one to tingle.

  It seems this is a night of firsts: first time I’ve slept with a client, first time to tingle, and certainly the first time to be pulled out of slumber by a blow job.

  Her lips are firm, moving up and down, her hand working me as well. Suddenly she presses my cock to my stomach and licks down to my balls. I fling myself back to the bed, arch my back, and wonder what I did to deserve this.

  To deserve her.

  Because I’ll gladly do it again and again, every day, for the rest of my life if this is the bloody result.

  Holy fuck, Charly Boudreaux can suck cock.

  She licks me again, back up to the tip, and in the moonlight, I watch her hazel eyes peer up at me as she bares her teeth and skims them over the rim.

  “Fucking hell,” I growl as she smiles and soothes the skin with her lips, then bites the shaft, gently, but with teeth all the same. “You like to get rough, don’t you love?”

  “Sometimes,” she replies with a shrug, then sucks me all the way into her mouth, swallowing around the head and I can’t stand it anymore. I have to touch her. I grip her head in my hands, careful to not hold on too tightly, and pump my hips, fucking her mouth in the perfect rhythm to send me over the edge in about six-point-four seconds.

  “Gonna come, Charly.”

  “Mm,” she replies, but I slow down so I can pull out, conscious of not coming in her mouth. She grips my hips and resists, sucking even harder, and I can’t help it, I explode spectacularly, harder than before, and I didn’t think that was possible.

  She gently kisses my spent cock, my hips, my lower stomach, then smiles up at me.

  “What was that for?” I ask, still panting and feeling as though electricity is shooting through my entire body.

  “I woke up, and you’re sexy, and—” She shrugs. “I just wanted to.”

  “I’ll never complain about that,” I reply with a smile, throwing one arm over my head. “I’ll return the favor as soon as I catch my breath.”

  “No need,” she replies and curls up next to me.

  No need? Fuck that.

  “Oh, there’s a need, sweetheart,” I reply and push her onto her back. I don’t kiss my way down her delectable body. Not yet. Instead, I brace myself above her and kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then make my way to her neck.

  “That’s one of my sweet spots,” she says with a sigh. I nibble her there, and smile when she giggles. When I lick her from collarbone to earlobe, she sighs and circles her hips involuntarily. Her small hands are on my arms, kneading them, clenching them. Her nails will leave crescent marks on the skin, and I don’t care.

  I worry one nipple into a pebble, then kiss it, and before she can gasp, I flip her over, her stomach flat against the mattress and kiss her neck and shoulders.

  “Oh God,” she says and clenches the sheet in her fist.

  “Another sweet spot?” I ask before nibbling my way down her spine.

  “So far, everywhere you’ve kissed me is a sweet spot,” she replies with a smile.

  “Well, let’s find some more.” I drag my hands down her back to her hips. “Arch your ass up.”

  She complies, and I spread her perfectly firm cheeks open and kiss her pussy, loving the way she smells. She arches back further, crying out, and my thumb finds her clit.

  “I can’t do this,” she says.

  “You can,” I reply calmly and bite her arse before returning to her core and sucking her lips into my mouth.

  She comes apart beautifully, grinding herself against my face, mewling and moaning, and damn if she’s not the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.

  She’s gasping for breath and has gone limp.

  “Can’t move,” she says.

  “There’s no need to.” I kiss my way up her back and lie next to her, dragging my fingertips over her soft skin. “You have amazing skin.”

  “It’s pretty thick,” she says, then giggles, but I frown down at her. Finally, she opens her eyes. “What?”

  “Why have you had to develop such a thick skin?”

  “Oh gosh, for a thousand reasons, Simon. Being a woman is reason enough. I’m here for your seminar for a reason.”

  How did I almost forget? For a brief moment, she was just a beautiful woman in my bed, and the rest of it, the seminars and fame and money that go along with it, didn’t exist.

  But it does exist. And it’s the reason she’s here.

  It’s the reason we’re both here.

  “Are you okay?” she asks as she cups my cheek in her palm.

  “Never better,” I reply with a reassuring smile. “I really should go back to my room so we can both get some sleep before tomorrow’s class.”

  “I can’t believe it’s the last day already,” she replies, ignoring the part about me leaving. “It was a quick two weeks.”

  I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingers. “Thank you for coming here, Charly. I’m so happy that I met you.”

  “Is this goodbye then?”

  “No,” I reply and shake my head. It should be. But I know I’ll seek her out tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, and then at the cocktail farewell party.”

  “I might skip that,” she says and bites her lip.

  “Don’t.
” I hate that it sounds like a plea. “I would love to dance with you.”

  “Okay. I’ll stay for the party.”

  I grin and kiss her nose, then leave the bed while I still can. I pull my clothes on, thankful that my room is on the same floor and the chances of anyone seeing me leave her room are slim.

  “Good night.”

  She raises up on an elbow, the sheet wrapped around her and her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, and I know that I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than she is right now.

  “Good night.”

  ***

  The party is in full swing.

  One hundred women are dressed to the nines, enjoying free drinks and music, a photo booth, and each other.

  They’ve accomplished so much this week, and this is their reward. They get to unwind, relax, and have fun.

  The music is booming, and I’ve been dancing non-stop, from woman to woman, spinning them around and thanking them for being here.

  This suit is too warm, and all I want is to hole up in my room, alone, for about a week. I can speak to any room of people, and have, from twenty people to twenty thousand, but at the heart of it, I’m an introvert and this two-week seminar exhausts me.

  Not to mention, I spent the majority of last night with Charly.

  Which I’m definitely not complaining about.

  Speaking of the sexy woman, I haven’t seen her yet this evening. I hope she didn’t change her mind and leave before the party.

  I’ve reached the edge of the room, and as I twirl a pretty blonde in my arms, dip her, then set her back on her feet and turn away, I spy Charly standing by the wall.

  Suddenly, the music, the other people, everything is gone and all I can see is her. She’s in a curve-hugging black dress that plunges in the front showing off her cleavage. The hem ends just below her knees.

  And the red fuck-me heels she’s in make me want to sink to mine.

  I cross to her, my hands in my pockets so I don’t do something stupid like pull her in and kiss the fuck out of her in front of all of these people.

  “Hello, Fred Astaire.”

  I grin. “I don’t care if I’m bad. I like to dance.”

  “No one ever said you had to have rhythm to dance,” she agrees and her gaze skims over the room. “Looks like the party is a success.”

  “You’re stunning,” I reply, happy that the music is loud enough that no one else can hear. “And I want to strip you out of that dress and fuck you senseless.”

  Her eyes flare and she licks her lips, then offers me a smile.

  “I think that would be frowned upon right now.”

  “Later then,” I reply.

  “I’m sorry.” She shakes her head, glances away. “I can’t. I’m leaving in just a bit.”

  “When?”

  “In a couple of hours. I just came by because I told you I would and I wanted to say goodbye to Heidi and Violet.” She turns her eyes back to me. “And you.”

  “Charly—”

  “Hey, no hogging him,” a woman named Cheryl says and grabs my arm, pulling me back out onto the dance floor. I want to pull away, but Charly just shakes her head, smiles, and walks away. My eyes follow her as she walks through the room and out the door, and suddenly my stomach just aches.

  She’s gone.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Todd says, smiling at Cheryl, “but I need to steal him away for a minute.”

  I smile at the woman and follow Todd outside where it’s a bit quieter. Women are clustered in small groups, chatting and taking selfies. I wave at them as Todd leads me to a private area, then turns on me.

  “You let her walk away.”

  I glance around to make sure that no one is listening.

  “What would you expect me to do, mate? She has to go home, and I have to go back to London on Monday.”

  “You’re being an idiot. I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her. Go after her. Ask her to stay the weekend. Spend some time with her when you don’t have to keep it a secret.”

  “It makes no difference if we say goodbye now or in two days, Todd.”

  But fucking hell, I hate it.

  “Take two days to enjoy yourself. You’re a bloody workaholic and you deserve it. If you don’t, I’ll beat you to a pulp myself.”

  “Right.” I blow out a breath and shove my hands in my pockets. The truth is, I’m not ready for her to leave. I would love nothing more than to spend the weekend with her, and Todd’s right, I don’t remember the last time I took two days to myself.

  “I can’t bail on this party.”

  “Yes, you can. You’ve been dancing with them for over an hour. Say something profound the way you always do, then cut out. Go catch her before she leaves.”

  I nod, and hurry inside, take the mic, and signal for the DJ to cut the music.

  “Hello, you gorgeous women!”

  The applause is deafening, and I motion for everyone to quiet down.

  “This has been an amazing two weeks, and I can’t tell you how monumentally proud I am of each and every one of you. Thank you for your hard work, and your dedication. Thank you for your honesty, and for keeping an open mind.

  “Most of all, thank you for trusting me and my staff this week. I will never take that trust for granted. Don’t forget to check your email in the coming months for exclusive webinars just for you. Now, you’ve all bloody exhausted me, so I’m going to say good night.”

  They applaud again and I’m met with hugs and thanks as I make my way out of the ballroom. It takes me almost fifteen minutes to get to the elevator, and I’m practically running when the doors open and I make it to Charly’s door.

  She’s still here. The do not disturb sign is on the door. Did she leave that there for me, expecting me to follow her?

  Well, too bad. She should know better than to think that a simple piece of paper could keep me away.

  I brace my hands on either side of the doorjamb and take a deep breath. I don’t know if I’m hopeful that she doesn’t turn me away, or that she does. Because let’s be honest, this is not a good idea.

  But, for this week, anyway, that doesn’t seem to stop me.

  So I knock three times and wait, still leaning into the doorjamb. Just when I’m about to knock again, the door swings open and I’m knocked back on my heels.

  Holy Mary, mother of God.

  She’s taken her dress off, so she’s standing before me in a black bra, black panties, and a mother fucking garter belt with stockings.

  Her hair has been brushed out and is wild around her shoulders, and her face scrubbed clean.

  “I hope you were expecting me, and not answering the door looking like that for room service.”

  A slow, satisfied smile spreads over her beautiful face.

  “What do you need, Simon?”

  Chapter Six

  ~Charly~

  That shell-shocked look on Simon’s face does wonders for my ego. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out as he takes me in from head to toe. I knew it was him at the door. He’s the only one who would knock with a do not disturb sign.

  And maybe I wanted to get this reaction out of him. I am a woman, after all.

  “What can I do for you?” I ask again and cock my hip to the side, my hand propped on it.

  “You can let me in before anyone else sees you like this and I have to kill them.”

  I roll my eyes and step back, letting him into the room, then close the door behind him.

  “You always seem to catch me when I’m on my way to the shower.” I walk past him and toss him a sassy look over my shoulder. I know what I look like from behind, and the look in his blue eyes is incredible for my ego.

  “Lucky me,” he says, swallowing hard. “You’re packing up then?”

  “I am.” I toss my dirty jeans, folded nicely, into my suitcase. “And you still haven’t said what you came up here for. I’m sure the others are missing you.”

  “
I don’t care,” he replies. His voice is rough, pulling my gaze away from the blouse I’m folding. “I want you to stay.”

  I knew it.

  Of course I knew it.

  I sigh and shake my head. “Simon, let’s not do this. It’s hard enough as it is. Just let me go.”

  “I’m not ready for you to go.”

  “What does it matter if I leave tonight or tomorrow when the others are?”

  He lifts a brow and shifts his gaze to the bed. “I think you know the answer to that, Charly. But that’s not what I mean.”

  “Awfully presumptuous,” I mutter to myself and turn to face him again. “Okay, what do you mean?”

  “Stay the weekend. I’m here until Monday evening. Stay until then so we can enjoy each other without the retreat happening at the same time. I want to be with you without any distractions or restrictions.”

  “I have to be in my shop Monday morning,” I reply and bite my lip, trying to think of a way to make it work. I don’t want to go either, but staying will only mean that I’ll become more attached to him, and I don’t want that either.

  “Talk to me, Charlotte.”

  “Okay, I’m going to be brutally honest.” I square my shoulders and prop my hands on my hips, and Simon’s blue eyes immediately fall to my girls. I’d almost forgotten that I was standing here mostly naked. “I’m up here, Simon.”

  “Sorry,” he replies with a self-deprecating smile. “Go on.”

  “I’m not looking for something long term with you, Simon.”

  “I believe I suggested a weekend, love.” He smiles when I glare at him. “Sorry.”

  “I’m not looking for something long term. But I’m not thrilled with the one-weekend stand either. You’ve taught me a lot this week, and even though it pissed me off, one of those things is that I’ve settled for the whole “friends with benefits” thing my whole life, and honestly, I’ve lied to myself.”

  “How so?” Now his eyes are glued to mine, listening intently.

  “Because I always said that it was on my terms, so it was okay. I was content with that until I met the one that I’d be with forever. And I believed that.”

  “But you don’t believe it now?”

  “I don’t know,” I reply, frustrated now. “The sex with you is great, Simon. I won’t pretend otherwise. But what you’re suggesting is basically that we’ll fuck all weekend and then go our separate ways.”