Because He's Perfect

by Anna Edwards

  As he shakes his head, he growls out, “No,” in denial. His hands weave through his hair as he tries to calm himself. The strands stand haphazardly on their ends, each piece pointing in a different direction.

  “You. . .ya. . .you. . .ha. . .have. .me messed up.” I watch his eyes close as he forces out each letter and my heart aches for him. It aches for this powerful man that hides something so personal. On a whim, I reach my hand out and grab his, both of our bodies instantly calming from the contact. My anger quickly dissipates and Carter’s stance relaxes the second our palms touch.

  “Do you have issues with your speech, Carter?” I ask him as I take a step closer, the magnetism I felt in the elevator drawing me in. I try to keep my words soft, inquisitive.

  As he nods, he bites out, “You. . .make. . .me. . .anxious.”

  So many questions run through my head at the moment, and I want to speak up, but by the agony swirling in his blue irises, I bite my tongue.

  “Does this happen all the time?”

  Growling, his eyes narrow as he releases my grip and slides his hand up my arm leaving my skin with a sheen of pebbles. “No.”

  “What happened?” I question through a whisper as his hand travels up my exposed shoulder, my blazer from earlier long since removed, and then toward my neck.

  He takes a minute, and through clenched teeth, he replies, “You.”

  “I don’t understand.” My eyes close as his hand wraps around the back of my neck, my body completely under his spell.

  Even through the blackness of my closed lids, I can feel how difficult it is for him to speak.

  “I. . .I . . I have a. . .a. . .prop. . .posal for you.”

  Opening my eyes I look at his darkened gaze curiously. “What kind of proposal?”

  One of his thick brows rises on his forehead as he silently questions me. The answer to my question clinking in place.

  “Oh, um . . .okay. . .So, if I do what you want, you’re willing to sign the contract?”

  Surprisingly the tips of his frown tilt upward toward a sexy grin that works to put me under his spell as he nods.

  “Okay, what is your proposal?”

  “Oooone nnnnight.”

  “One night?” And sadly the realization of the situation dawns on me. “To get me out of your system so the anxiety subsides.”

  As depressing as it makes me, I’m definitely on board. It feels as if it’s been a few millennia since I’ve felt the ache between my legs from a night of debauchery.

  Carter’s thumb drags across my lower lip as I pin my gaze on him. A man I have so many questions for, but only requires one answer from me.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Four

  Carter

  I’m actually surprised as Sofie agrees to my bluster of a request, my cheek had been gearing up to feel her palm smack against it. Instead, I’m greeted with a saucy grin and a sparkle in her eyes, the same sparkle that reflected back at me this morning when I refused to hold open the elevator. That moment seems like it happened days ago, not simply this morning.

  Her pink tongue peeks out from between her lips and I yearn to taste her, to see if she’s as sweet and spicy as I imagine. I can’t hold myself back, and my grip tightens on the back of her neck, tugging her closer. Sofie’s breasts press against my chest and I hate the layer of cotton and silk separating our bodies. I want to feel all of her against me.

  Tipping my head down I slowly bring our lips together, giving her one last chance to pull away. Surprising me once more I feel her hands slide up my abdomen toward my chest, as my lips hover over hers. I wait for her hands to slide around my neck before I seal our mouths together.

  And an explosion happens between us. Just one simple taste and I know that it won’t ever be enough.

  My tongue begs for entrance and Sofie willingly parts her lips to allow my exploration. Reaching down I tug her shirt free from the waistband of her skirt, gathering it in my fist so that I can slide my other hand around her bare skin. A groan sounds from her throat as I trail my fingers down her spine toward the curve of her ass. The globe feels magnificent in my palm and I can’t help but squeeze it as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth.

  Breathlessly Sofie leans away and looks at me behind heavy-lidded eyes. Eyes pooling with lust and desire.

  “Follow me home? I’m only a few blocks away.”

  I want to ask her if she’s sure that this is what she wants, but the blood is draining from my brain toward my stiff cock painfully tenting my jeans.

  Sofie doesn’t wait for my response, not that I would be able to vocalize one in this moment. She slips behind the desk and grabs her suit coat and her bag before gesturing for me to exit through the door.

  My car is parked behind her SUV that I remembered from earlier and I pull out when the coast is clear, following her down the road to her home. This is a town I’ve never ventured in before, but I can see the appeal of the small downtown filled with historic properties. If I had time to explore, I might do so, but right now all I want to explore is Sofie.

  We maneuver our vehicles into a small parking deck across the street and then make our way into a four-story building.

  My hands itch to reach out and grab her, but a security guard staffs the front desk of what looks like a mix of office space and apartments, and I don’t want to give him a show. But once the elevator arrives, it’s no holds barred.

  “This elevator is so slow. . .” Sofie mumbles inserting a special key in the wall above the floor selections, as the doors painfully lurch open and I slip inside before they’ve even made their way across, only to close just as slowly.

  Before the coast is clear, I spin her toward me and mash our mouths together, my need for her overpowering any rationale. I push her against the wall of the elevator and rub my erection against her stomach.

  Snarling I ask against her mouth, “This important?” as I fist the hem of her skirt in my hand, barely realizing that my question is said clean and concisely.

  As she shakes her head, the elevator finally lurches upward and I rip the back seam of her skirt in two. Reaching down I grip her thighs and lift her up to wrap her legs around my waist. The minx rocks her hips with the movement and I can feel the pleasure surge within my erection.

  With the desire to explore her, I slip my hand under her leg toward the soaked center of her panties. My fingers move aside the strip of lace and skim across her hot slit.

  Her head falls back with a moan and I tilt forward, sealing my lips around the hardened bud of her nipple poking through her shirt. One of Sofie’s hands is folded up against my shoulder as her other snakes through my hair, gripping it tightly.

  A bell sounds in the elevator shaft and I only pull my mouth away from Sofie’s chest to turn around and exit the car, grabbing her keys from the wall as I go.

  I’m surprised to find the entire floor as the living space, but my shock isn’t enough to pull me away from the task at hand. This woman has me up in arms over her, and has all day, since the moment she rushed into my office building.

  “Bbb. . .” I try to force out, but my tongue gets tied up instead.

  “Bedroom, down the hall,” she points out effortlessly and then tugs her shirt over her head, exposing a white lace bra barely containing her breasts.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  Hurriedly, I march down the hall and into her bedroom, depositing her body on the bed and quickly covering it with mine. Our moves are frantic, neither of us wanting to waste time since we know that there will be nothing past tonight.

  But as I strip away her clothing and toss my shirt aimlessly across the room, I pause and let the moment sink in. If this is going to be my one night with her, I need to make it perfect, memorable.

  “Why did you stop?” Sofie asks, her breasts swaying beneath my gaze as she sits up.

  “Wwa. . .wwaa,” I begin, closing my eyes as I try to drive the words from my mouth. A softness brushes against my cheek and my eyes spring open
to find Sofie resting her hand against my face.

  “Breathe,” she commands and I comply effortlessly. “Again.” I repeat the action four more times until my breathing evens out and I’m able to repeat my poem by mouthing the words.

  She eyes me expectantly as I open my mouth. “Want to take my time with you.”

  “Well, I won’t say no to that.” Sitting up further she reaches for the button on my jeans, opens them, and then pushes them down my hips. “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she points out as my cock peaks out of the waistband from the confines of my boxer briefs. “You’re gorgeous, Carter. Like a work of art.”

  I blush after her compliment feeling the heat rise on my neck, a first for me. Sofie trails her fingers across the edge of the elastic band, brushing just against the tip of my cock, the sensation causing it to jerk behind my briefs.

  Stepping off the bed, I yank my underwear down to my ankles and kick them aside as I focus on the dark-haired angel laying across the white duvet.

  “Taste you,” I tell her as I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed then spread them apart. Her bare pussy glistens under my scrutiny and I swear I can already taste her sweet nectar on my tongue.

  Reaching out I slide my hand across the slick folds, Sofie’s hips jerking in response. “Still, baby,” I whisper. “Perfect,” I murmur as the two fingers soaked in her essence slip into my mouth.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Sofie moans, our eyes locked on each other.

  Leaning forward I leave a trail of kisses from her knee toward her center and then repeat the movement with the other leg. Sofie squirms with each press of my lips against her skin and when I finally press them at her most sensitive spot she groans out, “Yes,” into the room.

  “I want to taste you too, Carter,” she demands, but I answer her with a noncommittal, “Mmhmm.”

  I lick my way around her sex, savoring her flavor with each pass of my tongue, my fingers diving in and out of her channel at a slow and steady speed, leaving her wanting more if her rotating hips are any indication. As my thumb caresses her firm clit a shiver passes over her body and I find myself smiling.

  “Like that?” I ask, my focus pinned on her flushed face. She takes me by surprise as she hastily sits up and then pushes against my shoulder.

  “Get on the bed, Carter.” I raise one eyebrow at her command, but she huffs as her hand reaches out and wraps around my aching shaft. “Now.”

  Adhering to her insistence I lay back on the bed, settling my body against the soft duvet, keenly aware that her hand never waivers from its grip on my dick. I watch in fascination as Sofie licks her pink lips and then swings her leg over my body, aligning her sex with my mouth.

  Well, I can absolutely admit that this is a much better idea.

  My hands reach up to grip her hips and I tighten my hold as I lower her down toward my face, loving as her slickness grows as she masterfully sucks my cock in and out of her mouth.

  I continue to swirl my tongue in her channel and rub her clit with my thumb until both of our bodies begin to shake, but I don’t want to come in her mouth, I want to come inside her. Luckily, she pulls away and rests her head on my hip as her body quivers with each circle of my thumb.

  “I’m going to come,” she tells me, but I already know and I want it more than anything at this moment. “Fuck!” she screams out as her muscles pulsate like waves as she dives off her peak.

  Her body continues to shake as I flip her onto her back and arrange my erection at her hot entrance. For a second I peer down at my pants which hold my wallet containing the strip of condoms I snagged before I came to her office on the off chance she would agree to the arrangement, but then I look back at her craving-fueled eyes.

  “Condom?” I ask her as my cock slips through her folds massaging the wet skin and I watch in fascination. But at her silence, I look away from her swollen pussy and focus my attention back on her.

  For a moment I think she’s going to end this, that she’s going to pull away and tell me that she doesn’t want this one night stand, and as she sits up, I mentally prepare myself for the rejection.

  But of course, the vixen has something else in store. She places both of her hands on my face and melds our lips together in a tender kiss. Her body falls back against the bed and I dutifully follow, our kiss never breaking.

  With a slow thrust from my hips, my cock slides effortlessly inside Sofie’s warm body, her inner walls gripping me tighter than anything I’ve ever experienced. I begin to pick up speed, pulsing my shaft in and out of her, our moans meshing with every breath of air as we gasp in pleasure.

  Rearing back, I grip Sofie’s knees and push them apart as I continue to pound into her, both thighs quivering beneath my hold.

  “Carter,” she moans as her hands reach out to grip the material underneath us, clenching it in her fists

  “Touch. . .yourself. . .Sofie,” I bellow, working to hold off my release. She complies quickly and watching her small hand rub circles around her clit brings out the animal in me. I thrust faster, harder and Sofie meets each lunge.

  The tingling starts and I know that it won’t be long before I’ll succumb to my release.

  “Need. . .you. . .to. . .come.”

  “Yes! Right there!” Sofie screams as she releases her clit and stretches her hand to grip my waist. “Yes! Oh, fuck!” she shouts before her pussy clasps around my cock, her body arching off the bed as she orgasms.

  The hold is so tight that I’m barely able to move in and out of her core before my own orgasm takes me under and I jerk against her body as I spill inside her. Our sweat mingles as I rest my body on top of hers, her legs and arms entrapping me.

  “Wow,” she whispers against my ear, and I shiver as her breath floats across my skin.

  “Yeah,” I tell her as I rise up onto my hands and gaze down at her flushed face. This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her: hair mussed, makeup smeared, skin pink, and I’ve never seen someone so breathtaking. But I know that she deserves someone better, someone whole. Someone that doesn’t have a dark shadow following him around, ready to sneak up at any moment. She’s a socialite that craves the spotlight and I’m the man cowering away from it.

  That grim thought has me slipping free from her hold and heading toward the bathroom attached to the space. I return with a wet washcloth and clean up my cum dripping from her body, a sight I am ingraining to memory.

  When I return from disposing of the cloth in the hamper, she’s repositioned herself on the bed and beckons me to join her. Sofie lies under the covers and to avoid any further temptation I lie on top, but I reach out to stroke my hand through her soft hair, loving the silkiness as it slides between my fingers.

  “How are you doing?” she asks and I grimace as I bite out, “Fff. . .fff. . .fine.”

  “Maybe it will be better in the morning?” she asks, worry clearly visible in her eyes, but I can only answer with a shrug. “You know, a few months ago I read this whole thing on music therapy. About how people with stutters don’t stutter when they sing. Is that something you’ve tried?” she asks curiously but her expression falls when she takes in my gaze.

  “Mmm. . .my mm. . .mother,” I begin and then pause to take a breath and gather myself. I quietly recite my poem without thinking.

  “Humpty Dumpty?”

  “Helps.”

  “Okay.”

  I turn my attention back to her and I’m surprised at what I find. She’s not looking at me like a helpless male. Not an ounce of pity resides in her eyes, just curiosity. And that guts me.

  Slowly I begin to speak. “My mother was a hooker. Died when I was three. My uncle raised me in his drug home. Our school didn’t care about helping me. No one did. Camile taught me nursery rhymes. They help when I need to make speeches. I haven’t needed to recite them for a reason in years. I say one daily just as a reminder. Until you.”

  “I’m sorry.” And I can tell by the distress in her eyes that she mean
s it, that she genuinely feels apologetic.

  “I’m used to being made fun of, used to being called names, used to feeling broken. But I fought hard to get where I am with my impairment. But you. . .you did something no one else has been able to do since I was a child,” I tell her almost regretfully.

  “What’s that?”

  “You made me feel as if I’ve lost control.”

  Chapter Five

  Sofie - One month later

  The computer in my office pings with a meeting request and I pull the file I was searching for from the filing cabinet and take a seat at my desk. I settled into the new space about three weeks ago, exactly one week after I delivered the contract signed by Carter to Blake and Zack with a bit of my crushed heart sprinkled throughout the pages.

  I had no idea how someone could have their heart broken after a one-night stand, but of course, if anyone was going to do it, it would be me. I used to think it was silly when romance novels and fairytales perpetuate love at first sight. To me, it was all baloney. But now I know better. I’ve been nursing this emotional upheaval for a month and despite my best efforts, nothing is helping.

  I never discussed with Blake what happened. I probably should have told my best friend how much it hurt to wake up the next morning to an empty bed and a contract lying on the pillow that Carter’s head had rested on. I should have told her how my chest physically ached at the thought of never seeing him again. Or even worse, having contact with him when I know that we can’t or won’t be anything more.

  But I know Blake, and if she felt that he had wronged me, she would have ended their business agreement without a second thought. And we need this business.

  Unfortunately, my heartache is outweighing the joy of my promotion. Blake and Zack have stayed true to their word about promoting me to account representative and my new title came with a new paycheck. I had my father look at helping me reinvest that money anonymously into this business and that plan should come to fruition in the next few weeks.