by S. C. Adams
“Thank you,” I murmur as I nod.
His penthouse must be fancier than I thought because it even has its own private elevator. I walk across the marble floor to the other side of the lobby and press the button next to it to open the doors. The elevator arrives in no time, and I step inside, still feeling a little nervous. Oh god, what’s going to happen next? Against my own best interests, I’ve missed him all week long, so much that I couldn’t concentrate in any of my classes.
My heart pounds a bit faster each floor the elevator goes up. Finally, it stops, and I take a deep breath as the doors spread wide open. The hallway is long and gracious but there’s only one door on the entire floor. This must be it, and slowly, I walk towards it, preparing myself. Then I knock softly three times, my heart racing.
“Coming,” a deep voice calls out, sounding a bit muffled.
The door clicks and then suddenly, Drake’s standing there. He’s ungodly handsome in a dark cashmere sweater and casual jeans. I want to leap into his arms, but stop myself.
“Hi,” I mutter, looking at the ground.
“Hey, come in,” he greets as he steps aside to let me in.
“Thanks,” I mumble again as I walk inside the lavish penthouse.
“Here, I’ll take your coat for you,” he offers, closing the door behind me. I unzip my coat and hand it to him, and he pauses for a second as he gazes at me. “Wow, you look amazing, sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” I grit out. Why does he sound so at ease? He should be nervous, but instead, the alpha male seems to have the situation totally under his control.
We move inside, and the penthouse takes my breath away. Priceless artwork hangs from the walls, and the lavish living room is furnished with all-white leather sofas, high-tech electronics, and expensive, cognac-colored drapes hanging from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Is that the Freedom Tower in the background? OMG, this apartment must have cost a fortune.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” Drake asks, smiling.
“Well, I’m not old enough to legally drink,” I say, still a bit awkward.
“Sorry, I forgot. I feel like such an idiot.”
“Don’t,” I reassure him. “I’ve had a glass or two with my parents before. Besides, my twenty-first birthday is only a few months away, so I’m almost legal. I guess one glass wouldn’t hurt.”
“Sure, coming right up,” he says as he takes my hand in his, giving me goosebumps. Holding on tightly to his hand, I follow him down the long hallway leading into the kitchen.
“This place is amazing,” I add. “Did you decorate it yourself?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Interior design is a hobby of mine, so why not start with my own place?”
“You did a great job because it’s beautiful in here. I don’t think I would ever leave this apartment,” I say, but he shrugs again.
“I’m fortunate to live here, but again, sometimes it’s depressing coming home to a cold, dark, empty apartment. Sure, it’s luxurious, but it’s also lonely,” he explains.
I guess he could be right. Still, I shrug and smile.
“Well, I like it,” I say. He turns toward me and gazes into my eyes, his expression unreadable.
“Actually, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a family. A wife waiting for me, and a couple of kids running up and down the hallways,” he says in an easy tone
My heart judders. Is that what Drake wants – a wife and kids? I never would’ve guessed since he hasn’t remarried in the last ten years. My cheeks turn red. Would he be interested in a family with me, more specifically?
But then, I lock down on my emotions. It’s way too early to know, and if anything, this is my last time seeing him for a while. Get a grip, the voice in my head warns. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
But then, Drake leads me to the dining room where dinner’s already laid out. Aromas greet my nostrils, and I inhale deeply, which causes my stomach to growl faintly. He chuckles as he pulls my seat out for me, still being a complete gentleman.
“Thank you,” I say as he scoots my chair in.
“You’re welcome. I’m not much of a cook, so I hope you like Chinese,” he says as he opens a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses, handing one to me.
“I love Chinese,” I admit.
“Great,” he says as he picks up one of the containers and opens it. “Kung pao chicken?” he offers.
“Yes, please,” I say. Using chopsticks, he scoops a helping of the chicken onto my plate, followed by a few scoops of white rice. “Is that enough?”
I bite my lip.
“A little more, if you don’t mind? This is my favorite dish.”
He grins and chuckles.
“Of course, honey. Have as much as you like,” he replies as he scoops more for me. “Speaking of which, I’m glad you came over for dinner.”
“Well, I only agreed because I thought you were cooking for me,” I tease.
“And risk burning down my kitchen? No way,” he chuckles. “I figured you didn’t want to risk getting food poisoning either,” he jokes.
I giggle, finally warming up a bit.
“Sheesh, is your cooking that bad?” I giggle. He laughs as he hands me a pair of chopsticks. “To be honest, I’ve never been good with chopsticks,” I admit.
“Really? Well, I can teach you if you want, or would you rather use a fork?” he asks. I think for a bit.
“I want you to teach me,” I decide.
“Sure, no problem,” Drake says as he walks behind me. He leans against my back, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Hold them like this.” He positions the two pieces of wood in my hand.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Yup, just like that. Now, try to pick up that piece of chicken,” he says, pointing to the juicy meat. I try to pick it up, but it falls from the chopsticks with a plop. We both laugh, his hearty chuckle warming me all over. “Try again.”
“Okay.” Slowly, I reach for the piece of chicken and pick it up successfully. “I did it!”
“Good job,” he praises. Then I feel something graze my neck. OMG, did he just kiss me there? But Drake merely walks over to his seat and sits across from me, so it must have been my imagination. My heart’s racing as I look at him with wide eyes.
“Eat, honey,” he commands as he munches on the chicken. “I ordered it from a little spot not too far from here.”
“Do you order out a lot?” I ask.
“Yeah, I do. I don’t really have a choice,” he grimaces. “There’s so much fat and grease in restaurant food, but I just don’t have time to cook.”
I cock my head at him.
“Well, since I’m not that far from here, I can always stop by and make you a home-cooked meal whenever you want,” I offer, taking another bite of chicken.
His blue eyes flare for a moment.
“Do you mean it?” he asks.
“Of course! It would be no trouble.”
“Well, honey, if you’re serious, then I’d like that a lot,” he drawls.
“Okay, just let me know when you’re craving something other than kung pao chicken,” I laugh. “That’s not in my repertoire.”
He nods.
“Thank you, baby girl. No one’s ever offered to cook for me before,” he murmurs.
“That’s a shame,” I say, scarfing down my rice. “You have an amazing kitchen. It’s professional-grade.”
“Yet all I use it for is to make coffee,” he says dryly, causing me to giggle again.
“Well, I’m going to put your kitchen to good use,” I declare. “I have to get my hands on that six-burner stove I saw!”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he grins, blue eyes dancing. “How are the chopsticks coming along? You look like you’re doing well,” he notes.”
I scrutinize my fingers.
“You know, I think I like using chopsticks more than using a fork,” I confess.
“They’re really not that bad once you know how to use them,” he says. �
�Look at you – now you’re a pro.” He points to my chopsticks as I nimbly pick up a few grains of rice.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I say, laughing a bit.
“Let’s make a toast,” he says as he raises his glass.
“To what?” I ask as I raise mine as well.
“To you, Jenna,” he says. “For learning how to use chopsticks.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I giggle.
“Cheers,” he says.
“Cheers,” I repeat after him as our glasses clink against one another.
I’m not sure if it’s the glass of wine, but I feel warm all over. The air around us feels magical again, and I can’t stop staring into Drake’s eyes. I told myself that feelings for this man are wrong, but how can that be when everything feels so easy between us? I feel safe around him, and adoration radiates from his body. For a second, I forget that he’s my uncle, but then again, maybe that’s because he really isn’t.
But I still don’t understand why he cancelled on me last Sunday. Mom said he had to work, but I have a funny feeling that isn’t the truth. I’m not angry with him, but I do need to know what happened. I get that we’re in a tough situation, but that’s why I need the clarity — so that I can have peace of mind.
I stare down at my plate, nudging a piece of chicken with the chopsticks. This is the time to ask him, while things are relaxed. It’s now or never.
“I was surprised when my mom called me Sunday morning and said you couldn’t make it for the second day of Parents Weekend,” I begin a bit awkwardly. “I was really hoping you’d come.”
He sits back in his chair, places the chopsticks on his plate, and runs his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, I want to apologize to you about that,” he says. “I woke up really early that morning feeling guilty about what we’d done. Don’t get me wrong, Jenna, I loved every second of it. Your body is gorgeous, and there aren’t many women who can take me the way you did. But your folks trusted me, and what we did violated their trust. As a result, I took off,” he says simply.
I stare at him. “But what is this then?” I ask, gesturing to the food. “Is this our last dinner together?”
Drake sighs and looks down, his expression tortured.
“I don’t know. I told myself that it was wrong and that I had to stay away from you, but that’s easier said than done. I’ve been thinking non-stop about you, honey, and I had to see you. That’s why I texted you this morning,” he admits. “My willpower broke down.”
Something cracks a bit in my heart.
“I know. I felt a little guilty that next morning too,” I confess. “But I don’t regret what happened between us.”
“I don’t either. I care about you a lot, Jenna, and what happened that night wasn’t just sex,” he says in a low voice, his blue eyes flaring. “It was real.”
“I feel the same way,” I say softly.
“I’m glad,” he growls. Then, Drake digs inside the to-go bag and pulls out two fortune cookies, handing one to me. “Let’s see what our future holds.”
“Okay.” I grin as I take the cookie from him. I don’t have a clue what our future holds, but I’m hoping for the best. Obviously, our situation isn’t ideal, and I’m still unsure about what’s going on between us, but the here and now feels right, and that’s all that matters to me. I open the small, plastic pouch and crack open the cookie, taking the fortune out of the center and placing it on the table. Drake opens his and begins to read it out loud.
“Wait!” I interrupt.
“What?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re supposed to eat the cookie first before you read the fortune or else it won’t come true,” I giggle.
“Really? I had no idea,” he laughs. “I guess I’ve been doing it wrong my entire life.” He smiles at me, flashing that gorgeous grin. Then he munches on the cookie, finishing it in a few bites. “Can I read it now?”
“Yes, go ahead,” I say as I take another sip of wine.
“Alright.” He clears his throat before he reads it aloud. “You will meet a wizard who will guide the light. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asks. We both burst into laughter, the easy feeling between us restored.
“Maybe I’m the wizard who’s supposed to guide you?” I tease.
“Maybe,” he chuckles. “Okay, your turn.”
“Sure,” I say as I pick up the tiny sliver of paper. “Peace and happiness will be yours.” I smile as I stare at the fortune.
“Yours is way better than mine,” he says.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Maybe it’s a sign?”
“I think you’re right,” he agrees as he takes my hand and gently caresses it, those blue eyes speaking volumes.
Suddenly, at his touch, my doubts fly away, and I’m no longer worried about what my family will think. Drake makes me happy in a way that I can’t even explain, and that I didn’t think was possible. He truly is the man of my dreams, and when I’m with him, it feels like we’re in our own world, a world where we have a chance at real love.
“Thank you for inviting me over for dinner,” I murmur shyly, looking down.
“Thank you for coming. For once, I don’t have to be in this place all alone.”
“I’m always happy to keep you company,” I say shyly.
The handsome man doesn’t speak for a moment. Then he gets up and walks over to my side of the table, giving me butterflies. His warm touch excites me as he reaches for my hand and then helps me up to my feet. Gently, he strokes my cheek with his thumb. I can feel the electricity building all around us; it’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling me toward him.
He pulls me against that broad chest, holding me in his embrace. His arms feel like they were made for me, as if their sole purpose is to keep me safe. Gazing into his eyes, dizziness sweeps over my frame and time stands still as we stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Tilting my face up, Drake slowly leans in. OMG, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for all night; I’ve been anticipating his kiss since he texted me this morning. I’ve missed this man so much, and sure enough, as soon as our lips touch, fireworks explode. Electricity sends sparks coursing through my veins and I’m immediately warm and needy in his arms.
Sensing this, he lifts me into the air and places me on top of the dining room table. Pushing my dress up, he runs his hand up my thighs and yanks off my panties, tossing them to the floor. As he kisses me, he gently massages my aching clit, causing me to moan softly, gushing into his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he rasps. “And it’s all for me.”
“Yes Daddy,” I sigh breathlessly, tilting my head back to expose my throat. “Take me any way you want.”
Drake breaks from our kiss and helps me lie back. Then, dropping his pants and boxers to his feet, he exposes that massive, stiff cock. The tip’s already gleaming with lust, and I lick my lips with anticipation because this time, I’m not nervous; I’m ready to feel him inside of me again. Drake knows, and he thrusts his hard wood deep inside of me with one powerful stroke.
“Unnnh!” I cry out, loving the deep penetration. “Oh my God!”
He stares into my eyes as he claims my drenched pussy.
“This is mine,” he rasps. “This curvy body belongs to me.”
We’re all alone in his huge penthouse, so I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us. I let go and moan at the top of my lungs, calling out his name as he strokes me with that huge shaft. He kisses me passionately, and I run my fingers through his jet black hair as he thrusts harder.
“Oh, Jenna,” he grunts. “Baby, you feel so good.”
But then, he ceases his stroking, pulling himself out of me. I glance down at his dripping cock; it’s still rock hard. But Drake has plans, and spreading my legs open, he stares at the throbbing pink flesh between my thighs before touching my swollen cunt with two fingers. I shudder deliriously, arching my back.
“You’re so wet,” he says as he admires the way it gliste
ns. “I have to taste you.”
Then, he bends to kiss the sweet cherry between my thighs, licking up one wall, before coming down the other side. He alternately licks and sucks on my clit as shivers wrack my body.
“Oh God! Don’t stop, please,” I beg.
“Is this what you want?” Drake growls.
“Yes,” I pant. “Ooooh!”
He smirks, then wraps his lips around my clit, sucking it hard. Moans burst from my mouth as he strokes my sweet spot with his tongue. My legs tremble in his grasp, and I can hardly keep still. The sensation is too intense, and each delicious suckle brings me closer to climax.
“I love the way you taste, Jenna,” he rasps. “So amazing.”
With that, my moans grow louder as his tongue presses slightly harder against my swollen clit. Finally reaching my peak, I lose all control as sweet white cream gushes from my cunt and I scream to the heavens.
“Oh Drake!” is my ecstatic shriek. “Fuck!”
He jacks himself off as he devours every drop, leaving nothing behind. My frame trembles on top of the table, shaking with every stroke of his tongue. Then, pushing my legs apart, he slides his shaft inside of me again. I gasp as he thrusts every inch of his long, thick tool deep inside my needy box, and as he strokes in and out, I wrap my legs around him.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he grunts. I stare up into his eyes, my heart filled with joy. “I know it’s wrong, but that’s how I feel. I adore you, honey.”
My eyes open wide as my body reaches another peak.
“I love you too, Drake,” I moan, convulsing in his arms. “Oh yes!”
He plants his lips on mine, and suddenly his big body tenses and he explodes too. Hot come surges from his rod into my sweetest spot, and my spasms pull the virility even deeper inside. He grunts with every heavy lash until he completely releases himself, filling me full of goodness.
Then, we pause for a moment. Placing his hands on the table, he hovers over me, still panting. I caress his arm, feeling like I’m walking on air. Then, Drake raises his head and looks at me before dipping down for a sweet kiss.
“Thank you honey,” he says in a low voice. “That was incredible.”
