I’ve never wanted someone so much in my entire life. I want to wrap my arms around his body, straddle his lap, and beg him to take me right here and now.
God, I wonder if he knows how crazy he makes me—if he knows just how dirty and depraved I want to be with him. But do I really trust him enough for that?
I push away the thought. Stop it, Jane. I hate that a small part of me always tries to sabotage every good thing to come my way. Like this sexy, incredible man in front of me telling me how into me he is.
I realize that I want it all with him. I want every morning and every night for the rest of my life. Tabloids be damned. I want to see him at every moment, every tear, every smile, every ounce of laughter.
But that’s just… fantasy. This is a man I just met. Slow down, Jane. Temperance in all. I can’t get in over my head. I exhale slowly, take a deep breath. Let’s just see how this goes. I do want to be with Hal. The question is do I want to risk being hurt? I look into his smiling eyes and the answer comes instantly.
Absolutely. I am one lucky girl to even have this chance. How can I waste it on a bit of insecurity? “Let’s try this. Seriously,” I say.
Hal’s answering smile is blinding. It solidifies my resolve.
“Can I have a good night kiss then?”
“You may,” I say laughingly. My breathing deepens as Hal grasps the back of my neck gently. He brings his face close to mine so that our breaths mingle. Softly, oh-so-softly, we meet. And the universe aligns. Angels sing. Everything is right and I’m lost in the gentle play of our lips.
When we finally break apart, all we can do is stare at each other. Once again, I have no words. All that exists is Hal. And the feeling that this is just the beginning.
10
Hal
Magic.
That must be it. There’s no way such a perfect woman, such a perfect kiss, can exist otherwise. Jane’s face fills my vision. It’s so hard to say goodbye, even just for the night.
All I know it that I want to keep experiencing this magic with Jane for the rest of my life.
11
Jane
The days pass like a dream that I never want to end. When we aren’t working, Hal and I spend all of our time together. Except our nights. He still goes back to his place at night. I think he’s being considerate of me in that regard. I mean, I do want him—how could I not? But the tension is building too deliciously to expend just yet.
It’s like this mutual torture that feels so good. Either that or we’re both too scared to make the first move.
For now, we spend our evenings together.
I haven’t been over to see his place yet. Hal comes over to my little apartment just because he knows I’m more comfortable here for now. I think he’s trying not to overwhelm me with the sheer wealth he must have—though I know I will eventually get to see firsthand how he lives. For now, we talk, eat, drink, and share. I feel as if I’ve known him my entire life and it’s a wonderful feeling.
Gavin is a blip in my past now that Hal is around. The moments I think about him are rare. Luckily, it’s as if he’s disappeared from my life. Hopefully it stays that way. He’s been getting a lot of negative press lately. Apparently Gavin has been angering a lot of his previously loyal business partners. The papers talk about psychological issues and his deteriorating mental state. It’s all a little scary. A big change for such a short span of time. I really hope it’s got nothing to do with me.
But at least he’s leaving me alone.
When the papers start circulating rumors about Hal and me, I’m only momentarily bothered. People are skeptical about the authenticity of our relationship. Even though there are photos of us at the café where we met looking very much like a loving couple. It can’t be helped. And even though my picture is out there for the world to see, somehow my identity is still safe. I’ve seen so many clickbait articles about us in the past week that I’m not even fazed anymore.
Hal is worth all of that and more. Every second I spend with him confirms it. Tonight I’ve prepped us some deli cheeses and boxed wine, a guilty pleasure of mine. I know he’ll drink it without complaint. In fact, I think he likes it more than some of the fancy stuff that he sometimes brings around. I laughed so hard when he first tried it. His eyes bulged and then he drank down the whole glass in one prolonged gulp. I think I snorted my own drink when I saw that.
God, I do like him. My insecurities have become less and less insistent. Tonight I’m in my short pajama shorts, thighs pouring out, and I’m perfectly fine with it. I know Hal won’t care.
Or actually, I suppose that’s not the right way to put it. As soon as he sees me, I notice his eyes trail over my bare legs.
“Oof,” he says, biting his lip and eyeing me up and down. “Am I a lucky guy or what?”
“Oh, hush,” I say, smacking him lightly on the chest. His hard, muscled chest. I’m still not used to how sexy this man is. Before my thoughts spiral out of control and I jump his bones like a dog in heat, I fill my little watering tin and examine the plants I keep on my window sill.
They’re my pride and joy. Hal likes to tease me about them, but I know he’s supportive of any hobbies I have. I’ve told him all about my eventual plans to have my own garden and maybe even a greenhouse. Far-fetched, I know.
Hal settles on the sofa as I quickly water them down. When I’m finished, I set the tray of cheeses down on the coffee table in front of him. “You like?” I ask.
He grins broadly. “Indeed I do.” Already he’s picking up some cubes and chewing them carefully. “Oh, that’s a good one.”
I saunter back from the kitchen with two glasses of wine and hand him one. We link our arms and drink at the same time, followed by a wine-filled kiss that leaves me wet and wanting. I see my lust mirrored in Hal’s eyes. I almost want to just give in. Let him take me, feel his large cock fill up my pussy. I run my hand down his chest, slip beneath his T-shirt to feel him skin-to-skin. His body brimming with strength, hard-edges, masculinity. It’s enough to make me whimper.
Hal looks at me through hooded eyes. His hand grasps my waist and I climb onto his lap, straddling his solid thighs. The hard length of his cock is separated from me by only these flimsy shorts. It would be effortless to slip that fabric aside, expose my wetness to him…
“Oh God, Jane,” he breathes. His hand slips under my shirt and brushes across my nipple. I suck in a breath, overwhelmed with sensation. My body is alight with desire as I move rhythmically along his length.
Damn. I really want him.
12
Hal
I can’t remember ever wanting someone so much. My cock twitches against Jane demandingly as she grinds in my lap. I look up at her face, her swollen lips, her eyes filled with a carnal need. My hands feel her generous breasts, play with her erect nipples that I can see so enticingly through her sheer T-shirt. I long to see the creamy white skin underneath.
A groan escapes me as I lift up her shirt and close my mouth over her nipple. Her moaning, writhing intensifies, urging me on, escalating my need. I’m lost in a world of sensation.
We’ve never gone this far before—no further than some passionate kissing. So far that’s been enough. Now it’s as if we are both reaching the edge of our self-control.
A ringtone breaks through our haze of frantic lust.
“Shit!” Jane curses and spills from my lap to grab at her phone. “Hello? Oh, Ali!” She looks at me, eyes wide. I’m still trying to clear my mind. “Yes! Yes, of course I’m still coming. I’ll see you in… an hour? How’s that? Great. See you then.” She hangs up and looks at me apologetically.
“Plans?” I ask.
“I completely forgot Ali is taking my measurements tonight,” she groans. “I’ve been such a bad friend lately.”
Probably because she’s been spending so much time with me. As much as I want her now, I can’t be angry. I know her friend is important to her. “I’m sure she understands.”
“I’m sorr
y, Hal.”
“Why are you sorry, goose?”
“Well, I got us started… you know… and now I have to leave.” Her expression is worried, lips pursed. Is she afraid I’ll be angry? I can’t have her think such a thing.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s all right. Of course I want you, but I’m just happy I was able to see you again tonight. That other stuff, it’ll happen.”
She smiles gratefully. “Oh, you’re too good, Hal.” I kiss her chastely on the lips. Then a thought hits me. “Was that okay?” I ask.
“What?”
“I mean… we almost had sex. We probably would have if not for—”
“Hal.” Jane puts a hand on my chest. Her eyes glint fiercely. “I’m the one who jumped on your cock. I was about to rip my clothes off myself and beg you to take me.”
“I see.” I feel a grin spreading across my face. I really am the luckiest guy around. “Well then I’ll be your driver tonight. Ready?”
She looks down at herself. “I should probably change,” she says.
“Right.”
“Wanna watch?”
I’m amazed at how comfortable she is with me. Of course I jump at the chance.
“With pleasure.” I say it so fast that she starts laughing. That lovely, tinkling sound I can’t get enough of. I could listen to it forever.
It occurs to me that I might just love this woman.
13
Jane
By the time Hal picks me up from Ali’s place, I’m slightly tipsy and so excited for my dress. Ali is a miracle worker, creating a design that looks like something out of a fairytale.
Now I’m back again with Hal and damn is he looking as good as he ever has. I squirm in my seat as I remember the way his hard cock felt against my pussy earlier—how much he had seemed to want me. Even now I can see him undressing me with every glance.
I can’t help it. This pot is long past boiling over. I want him and there’s no more waiting.
“Hal,” I breathe, “Please… I want you.”
I swear I see his nostrils flare at my words. Before I know it, we’re back at my apartment and his mouth covers mine as if I’m his oxygen supply. I flip my shirt over my head hastily and toss it aside. Then I claw at his shirt, removing it as well. Hal has me against the wall, my legs wrapped tightly about his waist. His body presses against mine and I cry out at the feel of his large hand over my breasts. Our tongues lash against one another in a frantic dance.
Hal has possessed me, made it so that no other man will ever be enough.
His grip tight about me, he pulls away and finds my eyes in the dim light of the room. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asks, his voice thick with yearning and an undercurrent of worry. Even at the height of his desire, he’s making sure I’m fine with everything. If I had been having any doubts, that would have evaporated them in an instant.
I know this is what I want. Instead of answering, I look into his eyes, making him see how much I want him. He draws me into the bedroom then and I’m tense with anticipation. He watches raptly, as if I’m the most interesting thing in the world, as I unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground. My breasts, free from their confines, bounce against my chest for a moment. Hal reaches out and grazes a nipple. I let out a hiss of pleasure. He lifts me again and tosses me on the bed. I lean back on my elbows and watch as he slips off first my skirt then my panties until I lay before him completely exposed. Right then I don’t feel self-conscious at all. I need him too much for any form of modesty.
“You’re magnificent, Jane,” he breathes, his eyes journeying the length of my body.
“Prove it to me,” I say, beckoning.
Hal doesn’t hesitate. His hands and mouth are both exploring, making sure every inch of me feels his longing. He grips my thighs, teases my pebbled nipples, nips at the sensitive skin of my belly. All the while I drink it in, drink him in. My body writhes, sensitive to every touch, frenzied. Every sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His mouth moves lower, exploring my waist then my inner thigh. My knees buckle as his tongue brushes my clit. I arch my back, moving my hips in response to his expert tongue circling me, first slow then faster until I cry out and clutch his hair.
He's bringing me close, too close to the brink. And I don’t want to go there. Not yet.
“Hal, please,” I breathe desperately. “I need you inside me.”
Like a cresting wave he rises, looms over me and I almost lose it right then. My breath comes in harshly as he unzips his jeans and steps out of them. I watch transfixed as his briefs follow, revealing his large, swollen cock in all its glory. I can’t help it.
I move to my knees before him and wrap my lips along his length, slowly caressing his head with my tongue. I bob up and down, my lips working him over, his own grunts urging me to take more and more of him into my mouth. I moan, the vibration of my voice traveling the length of him and his hands grip my hair, anchoring me as he begins to thrust. Faster and harder, he plunges into my mouth before pulling out. Then I’m in his arms again and he tosses me back on the bed.
“On the edge,” he says, his voice low and throaty.
I move forward, positioning myself on the very edge of the bed. Tiny tremors of anticipation pulse through me. Hal looms over me, covers my mouth in a hard, needy kiss. I feel his length grinding against me, urgently seeking entrance. I reach down and grab his cock, pushing it into place. With a grunt, he pushes in so that his head is inside and I cry out, already feeling little strikes of pleasure. My back arches as he pushes further into me, this time more forcefully, stretching me out for the first time in a while. My legs open wider for him.
Hal pushes deeper and I fall back, feeling his every pump. The sharp, precise movement of his hips, the rhythmic dance as I push back against him, the erratic bouncing of my breasts against my chest. I can’t restrain my voice at all now. Hal grabs my hips, holding me still as he impales me again and again, plunging deeper with every stroke.
He fills me with his cock until all thoughts leave my mind and I thrash against him in an ancient, primal rhythm. My pussy throbs and convulses, gripping his length like a vice. Hal fucks me until I can only tremble and whimper in his arms, overwhelmed with pleasure, our mingled sweat laced over my body. With a cry, I clench and grip his back, my orgasm threatening to overwhelm me. I feel the jerky movement of his hips, hear the groans he can no longer restrain. He makes rapid circles over my clit, sending me into wave after wave of ecstasy. I clench his cock like a vice when I can no longer hold it back. The ripples of my inner walls send Hal over the brink as well. I push my hips up, shaking, crying until our orgasms leave us breathless. I feel his climax like it’s my own, his cock twitching and pulsing within me.
I fall back limp and Hal curls himself around me. “Baby?” he asks. “Goose?”
“Hal,” I breathe. “I think I love you.”
A heaviness comes over my eyes, dragging my lids closed. Hal’s naked, languid body is the perfect lullaby.
14
Hal
My body is spent. Satisfied beyond belief. Jane is a dream come true, a goddess made flesh.
And she loves me.
I wonder if she’ll remember what she said in the morning. I watch her chest rise and fall in the gentle rhythm of sleep.
God. She’s perfect.
I lay a kiss on her forehead. Then I take her in my arms, knowing I’ll never let her go. Her body pressed against my own feels like a special kind of bliss.
15
Jane
From that night on we’re inseparable. Not even the nights can keep us apart anymore. Hal fucks me on every surface possible in my small apartment and I just can’t seem to get enough of him. Before I know it, it’s the night of the gala.
My dress, of course, is perfect and I thank Ali profusely. With a finishing touch on my makeup, I step before Hal and twirl, showing off my off-the-shoulder black dress with a tight bodice and floor-length skirt—a goddess number that clings to m
y every curve. Made of chiffon and lined with soft fabric, it had simple contours and an air of sensual sophistication that make it different from any dress I’ve ever seen. Ali is a genius. As for Hal, his jaw almost touches the floor.
“I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you all night,” he says. “You’re radiant.”
Tonight we’re both being driven and I can’t help but feel both nervous and excited. It will be my first time in public as Halcyon Craft’s partner. Officially. What will people think? Would they care? As much as I want to say it doesn’t matter to me, it’s hard to stem such thoughts.
Hal himself doesn’t seem concerned. Rather, he seems like he’s on top of the moon. He keeps holding my hand, squeezing my thigh, dropping a quick kiss on my lips every so often. His excitement is palpable. And frankly adorable. I’m pretty sure I’ve completely fallen for him. He keeps saying that I told him I love him after that first time we had sex, but I don’t remember. Maybe I did.
“I’m surprised you’re not nervous,” I say. “Isn’t it a big night for you?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says. “Huge. Everyone who’s anyone will be there. This night will make and break deals for the rest of the year and beyond.”
“That…sounds daunting.”
He wraps an arm around me. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see. With you on my arm, this night can’t possibly go wrong.” A small part of me worries at his words, remembering how I’d felt early on. How I would make him look like a good guy so that people would work with him. Undo the negative press he’d been having. Before my thoughts spiral, I push them away. It’s just nerves getting to me.
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