“Regardless, I was being discreet about what I did for a living. You just outright lied.”

  “Being the BGC president but calling yourself a ‘successful businessman’ isn’t a lie? Whatever, Chris.” She rolled her eyes before another thought popped into her mind.

  “Is Chris even your name? The BGC website lists the president as Matthew C. Bohain, Junior.”

  “My name is Matthew Christopher Bohain, Junior. I don’t lie,” he said with an emphasis that annoyed her. “My father goes by Matt and I go by Chris. I can’t wait until I have a son so I can call him MC. If I can talk his mother into it, I’ll add Hammer in there so he can go by MC Hammer. What do you think?”

  “Go for it. There’s absolutely nothing completely ridiculous about the heir to a billion dollar pharmaceutical fortune running around with the name MC Hammer. I’m sure he’ll command the instant respect of everyone he meets with a name like that.”

  “You don’t like it.” Chris pouted. “That’s okay, we have a little while before we start having children. I bet I can get you to warm up to the name MC Hammer Bohain by then.”

  “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

  “Which part? The name or having children? One is very negotiable, the other not so much. I definitely want to start a family, don’t you?”

  She ignored the question with a pointed stare to her watch. “Is there any chance the same driver who brought me here could take me back to Penn Station? He drove very fast, and I’d like to be on my way back to Philly as soon as possible.”

  Chris sighed and returned to the wet bar where he prepared two more drinks. Naomi considered making a run for it while his back was turned, but knew she’d look ridiculous running away from him twice. When he returned to her side with the refilled glasses, she accepted it from him but didn’t drink. She had a feeling she needed to say clear-headed from here on in.

  However, Chris seemed to have no such qualms, because he downed half his drink in one gulp. But his blue eyes appeared clear and direct as they honed in on hers. “Naomi, why are you making this so difficult? Is it so hard to admit we bonded that night and there’s something special between us? I knew it the moment our eyes met in that bar. And don’t bother denying you felt the same way. Otherwise, I’m sure you wouldn’t have come back to my room with me. It wasn’t just sex. There was a connection between us you wanted to pursue just as much as I did.”

  “Perhaps,” Naomi allowed. “But I was also under the influence of a bunch of vodka tonics. Alcohol can have you feeling and thinking things which aren’t real.”

  His jaw tightened, and she watched his knuckles whiten as he squeezed his glass. For the first time, Chris looked angry. “Is that why you left without waking me up or leaving a note? Because this was just some drunken fling to you?”

  “I didn’t know what it was. I left because I’d never had a one night stand before and didn’t want to stick around for the morning-after talk. I figured it would go about as well as our oral sex-pillow talk. Leaving before you woke up seemed to be the cleanest way to end things. I never thought I’d be seeing you again.”

  “So you were prepared to walk away, just like that? Our night together meant that little to you? Wow.” Chris’ lips narrowed and he shook his head, appearing genuinely pained. “I’m usually a very good judge of people and situations but I really got it wrong this time. I just knew our time together was as special to you as it was to me. I thought once we reunited, you’d see we are soul mates and everything would work out. Boy, did I misjudge this. I feel like an idiot.”

  Naomi’s eyes burned as if tears would appear and fall at any moment. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Her heart wanted her to tell Chris he’d been right all along ─ she was as crazy about him as he was about her. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since that night in Durham.

  At night in bed, she couldn’t help but think about their passionate lovemaking and how he’d filled her, both figuratively and literally. She even tried with her own fingers between her pussy folds to recreate the same sensations he’d aroused in her. But it wasn’t the same, not even close. She’d wanted nothing more than to feel that, and him again.

  Yet, Naomi’s head insisted she let this go and cut her losses now. He’s a handsome billionaire president of one of the most powerful corporations on the planet. What would he want with an ordinary ER doctor? The sex was good but that’s all you two have in common.

  The taunts from her subconscious kept her silent even though Chris looked at her with a curious expression on his face, like he expected her to say something. When she didn’t, he shook his head, his eyes filling with sadness and disappointment.

  “Well, I guess we’re done here. I’ll arrange for company car to take you back to the train station.” He looked away from her and turned his gaze towards the window as he added, “The ten million dollars promised to your hospital’s ER was wire transferred there about three or four hours ago. I only added the condition about you coming to New York because I wanted to see you again. I know now that was a mistake and I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

  Naomi didn’t know which hurt worse, the coldness in his voice or the hurt in his eyes. Damn it, do something! Her heart screamed while it pounded wildly in her chest. With a deep breath, she set her drink down on the window sill and then took his free hand, cradling it in between both of hers.

  “You are a good judge of people and you weren’t wrong about me. I did feel a connection with you right away. Yeah, I’d had more to drink that night than I usually did. But if I hadn’t liked you anyway, hadn’t felt the bond between us, I never would have gone back to your hotel room.”

  Chris’ jaw seemed a little less tense and his eyes slightly softer. But Naomi could tell she still had a ways to go before he completely believed and trusted her again. She squeezed his hand tighter as she continued.

  “If you haven’t been able to tell by now, I’m kind of a neurotic and insecure mess. Even though what we shared felt special after we’d made love and fell asleep, when I woke up, I had doubts. What if you were a player who would wake up and wonder why I’d hung around? Worse yet, you might not have even remembered me at all. I was scared you’d ask who I was or offer me cash to go away.” Naomi couldn’t conceal a shudder at the thought.

  Chris’ lips curved into a small smile, albeit one laced with pity. She didn’t particularly care for his feeling sorry for her, but it was better than his being cold and distant.

  “I’m not like that, Naomi. I wish you’d stuck around or at least woke me up before you left so I could have proved it to you.” He lifted her hand to his lips and flipped it so that he kissed her palm. Tingles of excitement shot straight up her arm, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew these next few minutes would determine the course of their relationship, if one was to even exist.

  “Not finding you there with me the next morning was devastating. But when I discovered you were this high powered emergency room doctor, I sort of got it. I was a random guy who picked you up in a bar. You had every right to be careful. I can tell you’re protective of your image and reputation, as you should be. However, I thought once I arranged for you to come to New York, you’d see me and it would be like that night all over again. We’d instantly click like the soul mates we are.”

  “You really need to cut me some slack on that front. Springing your appearance on me as a surprise wasn’t good. It fell about as flat as the oral sex-pillow thing. If we are going to try and make a go of this, we will definitely have to improve our communication skills.”

  Chris let out a full throated laugh that filled Naomi’s heart with joy, which only increased after he twined his fingers with hers. “It’s a deal,” he said. “Getting to know each other better is what I’ve wanted to do all along.”

  Naomi let out a sigh of relief as they looked out over the now darkened Manhattan skyline. While she realized they had a lot of kinks to resolve in this burgeoning relationship, she felt hopeful and optimistic things actually would work out between them.

  Though Chris hadn’t asked or suggested anything about her plans for the night, Naomi already knew she would wind up with him, in his arms, making love. And this time, she definitely would not be leaving before he woke in the morning.

  Chapter Five

  Chris lived in a penthouse on Central Park West. Naomi accompanied him to it after they left the diner where they’d had a late dinner. After her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble, she’d been forced to confess she hadn’t eaten anything in over fourteen hours.

  “You’re a doctor, you, of all people, should know better,” Chris scolded her. “Why didn’t you grab something on the train?”

  “A bad episode with an egg salad sandwich put me off train food for life. But I normally don’t go this long without eating, usually grabbing something from the hospital cafeteria during a lull. Your summoning me to New York threw me off schedule.”

  “Then let me make it up to you. I’ll take you to my favorite restaurant in all five boroughs.”

  Naomi looked down at the navy business suit and pink shell blouse she wore. Appropriate enough dress for meeting with a BCG representative to discuss a donation to the ER. But probably nowhere near dressy enough for whatever high end establishments a billionaire corporate president like Chris favored.

  As if he could read her mind, Chris raised her hand to his lips and kissed it before he said, “You look beautiful, princess. You’ll fit in perfectly with the place I have in mind.”

  When they first walked into the upper West Side diner, Naomi’s first thought had been that she was overdressed for the very casual dining restaurant. Most of the customers had on jeans and T-shirts. But then she got a whiff of her favorite greasy treat and all thoughts of clothes were erased from her mind.

  “Are those onion rings I smell?” she asked. “If so, I want a double order of them.”

  “Gorgeous, smart and she likes onion rings,” Chris murmured. “You really are my dream woman.”

  The comment made her smile but her thoughts were still on those onion rings, especially after Chris told her they were beer-battered. They each devoured their own orders of them and split a third. There might have been some patty melts and chicken BLT’s too, Naomi couldn’t remember. The onion rings had been her main focus.

  In fact, she still thought about them even as she walked through the spacious penthouse. Though tastefully decorated with furniture and art that clearly cost a fortune, the duplex had a sterile, unlived in feeling. When Naomi mentioned it, Chris nodded in agreement.

  “I hardly ever spend any time here. When I’m not traveling on business, I sometimes sleep at the office when meetings or conference calls run late. After my financial advisor suggested I get this place a year ago, I hired an interior decorator and told him to do whatever he wanted.”

  So that’s why the penthouse feels so devoid of personality or warmth, Naomi thought. To Chris, she said, “You might want to think about putting a picture or two on your mantelpiece. Anything to indicate an actual person lives here.”

  Chris slid his arm around her waist. “Give me a picture of you and I’ll find a place to hang it with special flood lighting.”

  She punched him in the forearm, amazed by the hard muscle underneath his shirt. “I’m serious. This is much too gorgeous of a place for it to have the same ambiance as one of the operating rooms at PCM.”

  “Tell you what, when you move in, we can redo every room from top to bottom.”

  “Move in?” Naomi struggled to maintain focus as his hand stroked her lower back. His touch, even through her layers of clothing, aroused erotic sensations which brought back vivid memories of their night together in Durham.

  “Yeah, I want you here with me.” When Naomi didn’t respond, he asked, “Too fast?”

  “Way too fast. Technically, we are still on our first date.”

  “Sorry, I’ll try to slow it down. I won’t ask you to move in again until the second date. When we wake up tomorrow morning that will count as the second date, right?”

  She decided to ignore his teasing and instead walk down the long corridor towards the opening to his terrace. Although the darkness of night had already descended, Naomi could still tell Chris had an amazing view of Central Park. She could envision herself sitting there on the L-shaped terrace, taking in the park’s lush scenery and watching visitors mill about.

  Don’t tell Chris that, her subconscious warned, or otherwise he’ll insist you move in tonight.

  As if summoned by her thoughts, Chris joined her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Gorgeous.”

  Naomi smiled and placed her hands over his, which rested on her stomach. “Yes, you have an amazing view of Central Park. I can tell even in the dark.”

  “I wasn’t talking about the park.” Chris spun her around so they faced each other. “You don’t accept compliments easily, do you?”

  “Sure I do. It’s just that I’m used to being praised for my grades or my work. Compliments about my looks have been a little harder to come by.”

  “Probably because your smarts intimidate most men to the point where they are scared to tell you how beautiful you are. However, I’m not most men and I plan to tell you how stunning you are every single day from now on.”

  With any other guy, Naomi likely would have rolled her eyes in skepticism. But the earnest expression on Chris’ face convinced her he meant every word he said. She raised up her arms and cupped her hands around the back of his neck, enjoying the feel of the silky soft hair there.

  Chris hands slid down until they rested at the top of the slope of the curve of her ass. Naomi had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze since he had at least half a foot on her five foot seven inch height. She became lost in the mixture of sincerity and desire that were reflected in his clear blue eyes.

  He lowered his mouth down onto hers and an electric jolt shot through Naomi’s body the moment their lips touched. She trailed her fingers up and down the back of his neck as he slid his tongue past her lips, deepening their kiss.

  Their tongues entwined, Chris pulled Naomi even closer to him until his hands cupped the underside of her ass and he pressed his burgeoning erection against her stomach. As if they had a mind of their own, her legs parted, allowing her to feel more of his hard muscular body pressed against hers.

  The combination of the thrill of his tongue swirling inside her mouth and his hard dick pushed her tantalizingly close. Her pulsing bud almost sent Naomi into sensory overload. She wasn’t even aware he’d lifted her blouse out of the waistband of her pants until she felt her bra being unhooked. A low moan escaped her throat as his hands cupped her breasts, with his thumbs rubbing across her nipples, which immediately became erect.

  A rush of heat swept over Naomi’s body and she thought she’d melt right there in his arms. Though their bodies were pressed close together, she slid her hand between them to rub it across the front of his crotch. He let out a low growl and his enormous dick twitched even though she touched him through layers of clothing.

  “You don’t know what you do to me, princess,” Chris muttered as he squeezed her breasts harder and his thumbs continued to rotate around her nipples, transforming them into hard little nubs.

  “Right back atcha’,” she said curving her hand between his legs to cup the hardness there ─ or rather, attempt. His bulge was such that she needed both hands, and maybe a third one, to totally contain him.

  Chris pressed his lips against Naomi’s and kissed her again. However, that didn’t deter her from unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, wanting to feel the flesh of his cock in her bare hands. It sprang forth into her grasp, as if glad to be free of the confines of the pants and briefs.

  He plunged his tongue deep into the cavity of her mouth as she stroked the length of him, reveling in the continuing swell of his dick underneath her touch. She rubbed her thumb over its slit, massaging in the bead of precum that had already formed there.

  This time, instead of growling, Chris outright moaned, tearing his lips away from Naomi to do so. He looked at her with heavy lidded eyes filled with lust. “As much as I would love to put on a show for the good people of New York, I’d rather save the things I plan to do to you for the privacy of the bedroom.”

  Shit! For the first time, Naomi remembered they were outside. Not only outside, but outdoors in one of the most elite neighborhoods in Manhattan. “I can’t believe I was about to sink to my knees and suck you dick for all you upper West Side neighbors to see.”

  Chris groaned and pulled her inside, rushing her down the long corridor, passing room after room until they’d reached his bedroom. She barely caught her breath before he pulled her into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers. They stopped kissing only long enough for her to lift her arms so Chris could pull her blouse over her head. He then placed his fingers underneath the straps of her already loosened bra and pulled it off, lingering over her smooth skin as he did.

  “You’re so soft,” he murmured in a tone of amazement, like he’d never touched or felt flesh like hers before.

  “You’re not,” Naomi said as she stroked his cock again, rubbing his drips of precum into the length of him. “Not even the tiniest little bit.”

  He laughed in response, but his chuckles soon turned to moans as Naomi fulfilled her earlier stated intention of falling to her knees and taking him in her mouth. She circled her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit of it with tiny little flicks. But the salty, sticky taste of his precum made her want more, so she opened her mouth wider to take more of him in.

  Had he tasted this good the last time around? Or was she just happy they were together again in this intimate way? Naomi neither knew nor cared as her head bobbed up and down while she tried to suck in as much of his delicious cock as she could.

  Chris placed his hands in her hair to draw her in closer, making her breathe in more of his intoxicating musk. She ran the underside of her tongue over his veiny, throbbing dick, reveling in the tingles from the unfamiliar sensation. He seemed to enjoy it too because his grip on her scalp tightened as he bucked his hips, forcing even more of his dick into her hot mouth.

 

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