by Adams, S. C.
I say hello, and she looks up at me in surprise. My heart thuds as soon as our eyes meet. Her succulent lips part as they greet me, and my eyes trail further down to see her tits pushed together and lifted inside the halter top she’s wearing.
I can tell I’ve interrupted something with her friend, Melanie. I excuse myself to the bar, hoping everything is okay.
Ricky gives me a handshake as soon as he sees me.
“Did you talk to her?”
I nod. “I think her friend isn’t happy I’m here.”
“I’ll keep Melanie busy,” Ricky assures me. “We’ve been playing this flirting game long enough.”
“How long have you known these girls?”
“A couple of months. I don’t know them well, but they’re nice girls who generally keep to themselves. Other than you, I’ve never seen either of them leave here with a guy,” Ricky says with a laugh.
“I guess I should take that as a compliment then,” I smirk.
“I would if I were you.”
Ricky hands me a beer and assures me he’ll take care of the rest. The young bartender hasn’t steered me wrong so far. Sure enough, Ricky escorts Melanie away a few minutes later, leaving Lexi and me alone.
Not even ten minutes into our conversation, Lexi has me admitting I came to this bar to see her. It isn’t like I’m trying to hide it, but I usually play things a little more aloof with women. In my past experiences, as soon as a woman knows she has any hold over you, she takes advantage.
As I sit across from Lexi, looking at her youthful, gorgeous face, I know concealing anything from her is out the window. The feeling makes me both nervous and relieved.
“So, Lexi, all jokes aside,” I smirk. “What do you do?”
Her cheeks turn red, and she covers her face with her hand as she remembers her answer to that question when we first met.
“Sorry, I had a lot of vodka that night… in a short amount of time,” she admits.
The look on her face is utter embarrassment. I pull her hand away from her mouth and draw lazy circles across her palm as I smile at her. Something about her blushing so profusely makes me want her more.
“I hope you didn’t do anything you regretted.”
She smiles at me and shakes her head. “I didn’t mean that. That was some night,” she comments as she bites her bottom lip.
“Come home with me tonight.”
The words escape my lips, sounding more like a demand than a question or an offer. I wonder if I should apologize for being bold, or backtrack, but she answers before I can say anything.
“Okay,” she agrees, running her fingers lightly over my knuckles. “I’m an interior designer, by the way.”
“That seems fitting,” I say. “I can tell you have great taste.”
I wink at her, and she laughs. I love her laugh. It’s not phony or stifled. It’s bold and so New York.
“Did you grow up in Manhattan?” I wonder.
“Brooklyn, actually. Bed-Sty. How about you?”
“I’m from a small town in Pennsylvania. I moved to New York when I was twenty, and I transferred to Columbia.”
“You’re hot and smart,” she smiles.
I laugh as I give her thigh a squeeze under the table. She jumps at the contact but puts her hand over mine. I lean in and kiss her softly, needing at least that until we go to my place.
“So, what do you do, Kane?”
“I’m the CEO of Infinity Investments.”
“That’s a Fortune-500 company, isn’t it?” she asks, wide-eyed.
“It is,” I smile cheekily at her. “I also have my own personal investments in hotels and things. The Hotel Magnolia, for instance, is one of my properties.”
“Oh, so that’s why the concierge knew you so well?” Lexi asks.
I nod, but I get the feeling she made other assumptions because a relieved look washes over her face.
“Why? What did you think?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head, blushing again.
“Tell me.” I move my hand higher and squeeze her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy.
She squirms and tries to push my hand away as she laughs.
“I thought you were one of those businessmen that… I don’t know… sleeps with hookers in hotel rooms… and is a freaky sex addict with a torture room or something.”
I stare at her blankly for a moment. I can see the worry in her eyes that she has offended me. I burst into laughter, and she follows suit.
“I don’t have a torture room,” I say as our laughter dies down. “Just a wall with some toys,” I shrug, taking a nacho and popping it into my mouth.
These nachos are amazing. If Lexi weren’t distracting me from them, they’d be gone.
Lexi stares at me and leans in close. Her eyes are wide.
“Seriously? You have a sex toy wall?”
“I guess you’ll have to come over and find out.”
I hope she’s not disappointed when she realizes there is no sex toy wall. Of course, I could probably make arrangements if that’s really what she’s into. But I much prefer to pleasure Lexi with my own body and not with whips and chains.
“You’re teasing me,” she says once again, looking relieved.
I smirk, “And we’re just getting started.”
I kiss her again, this time needier. As our tongues touch, Lexi leans into my body, and her fingers run through my hair.
“You want to go?” I ask.
She nods, and I take her hand in mine. We walk up to the bar, where Melanie and Ricky are talking. I slip Ricky a hundred-dollar bill.
“Let me get your change,” he says.
“Keep it. Thanks for helping out,” I tell him, nodding toward Lexi.
“Happy to help,” he responds before going to help a customer.
“Are you okay?” Lexi asks Melanie.
“I’m fine. Ricky’s shift is almost over,” she grins.
“Sorry to crash your girls’ night,” I apologize.
“Don’t worry about it. Have fun,” Melanie smiles knowingly.
Melanie looks at Lexi, and I can tell there is meaning behind it. Worry, I presume. Lexi is going home with a practical stranger, after all. I doubt she’s the type of girl who does that sort of thing often, if at all.
Ricky confirmed that for me when he told me I was the first guy Lexi has ever left the bar with. That thought turns me on more. The idea that Lexi turns into a bad girl just for me has me hard as a rock.
We walk out of The Drunken Bucket and down the street to where I was parked.
“Melanie seems like a good friend,” I comment.
Lexi nods, “The best. She’s always there for me and always wants what’s best for me. I don’t bond with many women. So many of them are manipulative and catty, but Melanie isn’t like that.”
“Now you know why I’m single,” I chuckle. “When you’re a man with money, it seems to bring out the worst in people.”
“I’m sure it’s hard to trust anyone and to know what their real motives are,” Lexi understands.
“Yeah, I mean it’s hard to trust people, period. Throw in billions of dollars to the mix and…” I stop myself.
Why am I trusting Lexi so easily? I barely know her, but I can’t seem to stop my lips from telling her my life story and what I’m worth. Not only does this woman have my cock’s attention, but she’s already tugging on something deeper.
9
Lexi
Kane and I leave The Drunken Bucket and head toward his car. I hope Melanie isn’t too mad at me for ditching her, but she seems content to stay with Ricky. I can tell that last look she gave me was a warning to be careful. I need one more night with Kane, and then I’ll be done with being the sex kitten I turn into around him.
Kane stops walking when we get to a silver BMW. He uses the key fob to unlock the door. Before I can get to the passenger door handle, Kane opens it for me and smiles.
He really is charismatic. Bei
ng with Jason for two years, I’ve been around plenty of wealthy people, but none of them have the ease or the charm that Kane Jones has. Jason’s friends and family are all boring. Hell, Jason is boring! And I don’t think he once opened a door for me. I always told myself that I’m a modern woman and don’t need special treatment as a woman. But still, the old-fashioned behavior is nice and considerate… and it makes me feel… special.
I walk over to the car door. Before I get in, I stretch up and onto my tip-toes to kiss Kane. He places his hand at the small of my back and slowly slides it down to my ass as we make-out.
“You think we can make it to your place this time?” I ask, smirking at him as he squeezes my ass through my jeans, pressing me against the car.
“We’ll see,” he chuckles, giving my ass a playful slap.
I get in the car, and Kane closes the door before jogging over to the other side. He starts the car, and the radio automatically turns on as we head toward his place. I smile as “Faithfully” by Journey comes on.
Kane sings along softly, and I soon join in. He looks over at me and smiles.
“You’re too young to know this song.”
I scoff, “Since when does music have an age limit?”
He laughs. “Most young people I meet these days don’t know the older music.”
“Well, I’m not that young.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“You’re young,” he chuckles as we stop at a red light.
“Well, I’m not most people.”
He looks over me from head to toe. “No, you definitely are not most people.”
“How old are you?”
“Just turned forty.”
I knew he was older, but I thought he was around thirty-five. His skin is flawless, and his hair is thick and dark. No thinning and no graying. Not to mention, his body doesn’t have an ounce of fat on it. God, I can’t wait to get my hands on his body again. Just the thought of his tight ass, muscular biceps, hard six-pack, and large, thick cock has me wet.
“No way are you forty,” I argue, squeezing his huge bicep and shoving it.
“You want to see my driver’s license?”
I laugh at him and shake my head.
“Are you weirded out?”
“By what?” I wonder.
“The age difference.”
“Not at all. No wonder you’re so damn good in bed. Guys in their twenties leave a lot to be desired,” I remark, once again thinking of Jason’s boring bedroom routine.
“I’m good, huh?” Kane asks smugly.
He glances over at me, and then, while holding the steering wheel with one hand, he reaches between my legs with the other.
“Is this pussy ready for me?” he asks, cupping me through my jeans.
I squeak with surprise at the sudden contact. I gush onto my panties instantly as his eyes peek over at me. He starts rubbing me, his thick fingers pressing against the denim. I grab onto his hand and can’t help but hump against his palm.
I suddenly become aware that we’re not in a secluded place as we stop at another red light. Traffic is starting to thicken as we reach Midtown. I reluctantly pull Kane’s hand away when a taxi driver looks over at me.
“If you want me to stop at a hotel, just let me know,” Kane taunts.
“Just go through all of the red lights,” I joke.
“Believe me, I’m tempted.”
He flashes a sexy smile. He’s so damn hot. My mind and my hormones are one hot mess. What am I doing exactly? I wonder as my conscience wiggles its way into my mind. This isn’t me—letting a stranger take me back to his place to have his way with me.
Last week was supposed to be a one-time thing. My first and only one-night stand. Though I guess tonight will make it a two-night stand with Kane.
The other part of me takes back control… the side of me that knows I need this. That knows I need to cut myself some slack. After all, I was left at the altar only two weeks ago. I spent two years with a guy who didn’t appreciate me or hug me or touch me intimately. Kane is my reward for suffering through Jason. My treat for putting up with the biggest asshole in New York City.
Even though I don’t know Kane all that well, he genuinely seems like a great guy. He doesn’t sound like he wants a relationship with how he talks about women, and I’m certainly not looking to jump into anything. This is a consensual sexual thing between us. There is nothing wrong with indulging in a hot guy who wants nothing more than to fuck my brains out… over and over again.
The half-hour car ride to the Flat Iron District feels deliciously long. Despite my urgent need to get Kane inside me again, I don’t want our conversation to end. And that’s the weird part… this is all about sex, but I find myself wanting to know more about Kane, too. I’m intrigued with my lover, and that’s what scares me.
Kane pulls into the parking garage at Madison Square Park Tower. As we walk into the building, the doorman greets us before we step onto the elevator. It doesn’t surprise me when Kane presses the button to the penthouse. Kane’s hand rests on the small of my back as he slowly slides his fingers beneath my jeans. His fingers dips into the cleft of my crack, tickling me.
“You have the best fucking ass I’ve ever seen,” he growls as his hand moves lower to squeeze it.
“Thanks, I eat a lot of nacho buckets to keep it plump,” I kid.
He continues to casually fondle my ass until we get off of the elevator. He opens the door, and the place is absolutely magnificent and huge. It has the same panoramic views as the Hotel Magnolia did, but these are much better. You can see the entire city from the tower!
Before I can open my mouth to compliment his apartment, an adorable chocolate lab comes running toward me.
“Kayla!” Kane scolds the dog as she rubs her face along my legs. “Sorry, she’s getting hair on you,” he sighs. “I’ll put her in her room…”
But I’ve already dropped to my knees to shower the dog with affection. I look over at Kane, and he folds his arms across his chest.
“I love her,” I coo, kissing the dog on the head.
He smiles. “The feeling is mutual.”
Kayla calms down after a few minutes and trots over to Kane.
“I know, girl. I love you, too,” he says, scratching her head and allowing her to curl into his body.
To see a strong, powerful guy giving love to a sweet dog melts my heart. It makes me want Kane even more. I get up from the floor, dusting dog hair off of me. The clip holding my hair up came loose while I was playing with Kayla, so I take it out of my hair and shake my curls loose.
Kane smirks at me.
“What?”
“You’re incredibly sexy.”
“What’d I do?” I laugh. My smile is so wide, my cheeks hurt.
“You don’t have to do anything. You’re beautiful just as you are.”
That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
“Thank you.”
“Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour,” he offers.
He shows me the rest of the living room, which is really the size of two giant rooms put together. The open floor plan leads to a huge kitchen with state-of-the art appliances. The dining room is a separate room entirely, with a long oval table in the center of it.
“Do you host a lot of dinner parties?”
“Not as many as I would like. I’ve had some office Christmas parties here. When my parents are in town, they stay here too.”
“So it’s just you and Kayla living here?”
“Yeah. I saw the opportunity to buy this place and I did, hoping that one day, I could put a big family into it.”
“That’s sweet,” I say, rubbing my hand across his chest.
The tour continues – a handful of bedrooms, bathrooms, a home office, and a room that’s all Kayla’s. Kane saves his bedroom for last. He opens the door to reveal a 4-post California King sized bed. He turns on the light and closes the door behin
d us.
The dressers are gorgeous antiques that I know cost a small fortune. I run my hands over them. Being an interior designer, I instantly know what kind of person someone is by their home décor.
Kane is old-fashioned and practical with a taste for class and comfort. I run my hand up and down the wood of one of the bed posts and look over at Kane.
His gaze is lustful as I stand in his bedroom.
“This is gorgeous,” I tell him before turning toward the bed and running my hand over the soft duvet.
Kane’s arms wrap around me from behind, and he squeezes me against him. He grabs my breasts, softly caressing them through my top.
I reach up and tug on the knot around my neck. When the halter ties fall down, I pull the top up and over my head. Kane wastes no time in undoing the clasps on my bra. I turn around to reveal my bare tits to him.
He groans and pulls me against him, claiming my mouth as his own. His kiss is needier than it was earlier in the night. He sucks on my tongue as he pinches my nipples, making me cry out in pleasure.
I reach down between us and undo his fly. Sinking to my knees, I shove his pants down. His bulge is in my face, so I lightly bite his dick through his underwear. His stomach muscles contract as I run my fingers over them before pulling down his boxer briefs.
His erection pops out at me, and I immediately take it into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, almost losing his balance as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
I grab onto his ass to steady him as I try to force all of his massive length into my mouth. His cock head hits the back of my throat, and I hold him there for a second before releasing him. His dick is wet with my saliva and his salty pre-come.
Kane gently grabs a fistful of my hair and brings me to my feet. He bends my head back and sucks on my neck. Each pass of his teeth and tongue makes me wetter. His mouth continues to work its way down to my tits before he sucks one of my long, hard nipples into his warm mouth. I moan, and he silences me with a kiss.
