The One, page 17
“It was the best of my young life.” Steph giggled.
“Ooh, girl, I hope the boss took good care of you.”
“He did, he did.” She told her about being out on the boat and the fun she’d had and thankfully left out the seedier side of the weekend we’d shared.
I felt good enough about what I’d seen so far, so I turned off the monitor and headed back downstairs to her. Now my mind went back to what my manager had said about Roz showing up here. Why was she asking about Steph? Did that mean she was ready to apologize?
No, if that was the case, why wouldn’t she come to me for that information? What was she up to? I brooded over that question all the way down but put on a bright smile when she turned and saw me making my way toward her. I refused to let thoughts of my sister intrude on our evening, but I did make the decision to warn security at the door that Roz was not to be let in, no matter what.
Hopefully, that move would drive home the fact that I was serious, and even if she were here to apologize, I didn’t want her bothering us this evening. I still had a long way to go to make up for what she’d done. Besides, if she was here to apologize, I’d have to tell Steph what the hell she was apologizing for, and I didn’t want anything to put a damper on her spirits; she already seemed a bit shy and nervous.
She looked beautiful tonight, not that she doesn’t always, but the last couple of times, she’s really stood out. This dress, though made in a completely different style from the last, still accented her body in a way that was hard to miss.
I felt much lighter as I reached her side, knowing that the evening was going to end on a sexy note. I’d let her escape the house untouched this time because I was sure she was still sore from our weekend, but another few hours should be enough to get her back into fighting form.
“What scent are you wearing?” I sniffed behind her ear where the scent was coming from and felt something run through me. How could something as simple as a scent make me feel this happy?
“Arabian Sandalwood.” Her voice was breathy and hot, and the way she gripped her glass told me she was as bothered as I was.
“Hmm, where else did you put it?”
“Mace!” Her cute exclamation and the way she scrunched up her shoulders made me grin.
“I’ll find out for myself as soon as we leave here.” Her shiver matched mine, and I forgot where I was for a minute.
MACE
So far, so good. Steph was smiling and having a good time, and from what I saw, my staff seemed to genuinely like her. Their smiles when they saw her, the way some of them called out of her from across the room as they went about their business, was proof of that. I hadn’t realized that she’d become so friendly with most of them the few times she’d been here, but I was pleased to see that there were no assholes on my payroll, just nice down to earth men and women who saw a human being when dealing with her.
She had conversations with some of them that clued me into the fact that they’d shared things with her that I didn’t even know about. She knew them all by name, asked after the kids of those who had families, and even asked after someone’s grandmother that was in the hospital. I guess I can see why I’d overheard them saying that she was good for me, that I should keep her around. She was able to do what I, as their boss wasn’t, plus she has a positive effect on me if they’re to be believed.
It was kind of eye-opening in more ways than one, to tell the truth. I learned that my staff found it easy to open up to her when most of them were afraid to even approach me, and I saw her genuine interest when one of them stopped by to chat. The girl had only been here a handful of times, and already she had most of my staff eating out of her hand.
I was happy for her, happy to see her being accepted the way she was. It hit me then that I was way more invested in her being liked than I was myself. I’ve never given a damn if I was liked or not, never let it bother me one way or another. But then again, I’ve never had idiots not like me just because my body didn’t fit some mold they had created in their own damn heads.
To each his own. When I look at her, all I see is beauty, and it looks like most of my staff have the good sense to see the same. The hours I spent there next to her taught me something else as well; that her beauty wasn’t just on the outside but shone from her very being.
No one would guess that she was worth millions or that she was the CEO of a very successful company. She spoke to the busboy in the same tone she did the manager or the bartender, always with a smile. Her laughter was light and airy, with no artifice, no pretense, and I could see why they all seemed to like her.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t settle down because I kept expecting Roz to show up and cause a scene. I’m not so much worried about a confrontation with her, but the problem is, if that happens here, Steph will find out what happened, and I’m still not sure I want her to.
I also didn’t want to spend my entire evening thinking about my sister, so I forced myself to stay in the moment and show Steph a good time. I only had to glare at a few people who tried to approach me about work for them to get the message that I was here only to hang out, and the rest of the evening passed rather pleasantly.
We left holding hands, and she still acts surprised when I reach for her hand in public, but she has no idea what the smile on her face means to me each time she slips her hand in mine. I want her to smile like that always, want her to walk with the confidence she gets when I squeeze her hand in mine and smile at her when she turns to look at me.
“Do you want to go back to the house, or was there something else you wanted to do?” I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t want my girl thinking that I was a complete animal with a one-track mind, but she only had herself to blame for this shit.
I’d forgotten how hot she was in this dress, how the demure simplicity of it disappeared once she stood up and it swayed and clung to her body in all the right places, namely her ass. She seemed to be thinking along the same lines because she blushed at my question. “Say no more.” I kissed her temple and walked her out to the car after saying about a hundred goodbyes to everyone who called out to her.
“You look very pleased with yourself.” She waited until after I’d strapped her in and climbed into the driver’s seat to comment.
“I’m very pleased with you. I didn’t know you knew my staff so well. When the heck did you have time to meet all of them?”
“There isn’t much else to do when sitting at the bar. Nat and I always talk to them, and I guess they feel comfortable enough with us to share their life stories; it’s no big deal.”
“Whatever, I liked it.” I reached for her hand and led it to my lips, then kept it in mine as we drove.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached her place without incident and again when we walked up to the door, and there was no one lurking around, like my little sister. I know everyone said they didn’t tell her anything, and my staff wouldn’t know where Stephanie lives anyway, but I still can’t shake the feeling that she’s going to pop up unannounced.
I forgot all about Roz when we got inside, and I closed the door and locked it behind us. “Come ‘ere.” I pulled her into my arms and did what I’d been dreaming of doing all evening. First, I ran my hands up her sides over the silky smooth material of her dress, enjoying the feel of her curves beneath my hands as they made their way around to the prize.
I used my hands on her plump ass to pull her in closer until she felt the weight of my cock pressed into her heat. Thank fuck for heals; her short ass was in the right spot. I pulled back out of her embrace, and she started to move. “Stay right there.” I turned her back against the door and got down on my knees in front of her.
Starting at her ankles, I slid my hands up her flesh, placing soft little kisses along the way, moving the dress out of my way inch by inch. She giggled and tried to escape my lips and tongue when I reached her inner thighs. “Behave, or I’ll spank you,” I growled the words, and her body trembled.
I got a surprise when I inched the dress past her pussy and found bare skin. My dick throbbed and started gathering precum at the sight, and it was all I could do to give her my mouth and not mount her right away. I ran my nose along the crease of her thigh before coming to her mound to inhale her intoxicating scent.
“Open!” She spread her legs for me, and I buried my face in her heat. She hissed and tried to escape when I teased her slit with the tip of my tongue, but my hands’ tight grip on her hips held her in place for my tongue to go on a foray.
I held her open with my fingers as I licked her from slit to clit and back again. I kept it up until her juices started to flow, and only then did I dip my tongue inside her. She damn near tore every hair out my head until I slapped her ass, and she calmed down.
I forgot she was standing in front of her door with two panes of glass on either side and that her screams might be heard from outside, and so did she. As soon as I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers into her wet heat, she screamed and came on my tongue. My little firecracker.
I drank from her until she’d given me all she had before pulling my tongue out of her to lick and kiss my way around her mound to her tummy. She cooed and sighed at every touch, trying her best to pull me to my feet by my hair.
I finally gave in and gave her what she wanted, standing in front of her, and it was she who aggressively tugged my head down to hers. I’ve never met anyone who loved their own taste as much as this one. She licked her essence from my chin and cheeks before sticking her tongue in my mouth with a deep moan that I felt ricochet through my body and head straight for the head of my cock.
I almost lost my shit and took her right there, but common sense prevailed, and I lifted her in my arms and headed for the stairs. I love the way she curled into me, suddenly shy after being a tigress just a second ago.
Her dress barely survived my haste when I tore it off of her standing beside the bed, and my clothes didn’t do much better when she tackled them, in as much of a hurry to get to my bare flesh as I was to get to hers. “Leave the shoes.” I stopped her when she reached down to unstrap them.
I wanted to take my time and play with her body, but as soon as I put my hands on her to put her into bed, my cock grew to its full length and started poking around in the air for his home. It’s amazing how quickly he’d learned where he belonged. If she ever learned that he had no interest in anything else, that no one else would ever get him this hard again, she’d own my ass.
I was able to enjoy the sight of her laid out on the bed for a hot minute before I was climbing between her thighs, pushing them wider with my hips. She lifted her head off the pillow enough to look down between us as I took my cock in hand and led it to her folds.
My eyes closed in ecstasy at the first feel of her silky pussy lips around the head of my cock. Each glide into her was more ecstatic than the last; each moan she made music to my ears. Her pussy stays tight, which is both exciting and frustrating as hell.
I wanted to pound my cock into her to relieve some of the pent-up lust that was riding me hard, but I was forced to take my time and ease into her because her snatch seemed to close up if she went for more than a few hours without dick.
Once I hit bottom and opened her up, her pink succulent flesh blossomed around my pumping cock, and aided by her copious amount of pussy juice, I was able to pump into her as deep and as hard as I wanted, and the bed bore witness. It rocked and slammed into the wall behind it with each thrust.
I lifted one of her legs in the air, her shoe flopping around with each pounding thrust as she screamed and howled with pleasure, which only spurred me on to do more. “Look at me!” I’ve never minded before when a woman closed her eyes while she was under me, but I like looking into her eyes when we fuck, like seeing the pleasure that lit them up from inside.
When she’d cum a handful of times, I flipped us over, putting her on top, and as if on cue, the phone rang. She’s one of those people who can’t let a ringing phone go unanswered.
“Don’t you dare.” She looked like a doe in the crosswalk of a busy highway during rush hour traffic.
STEPH
I’m in a dilemma here. It’s true I can’t let a phone just ring off the hook without answering because I always imagine the worst. What if someone was hurt and needed me? But the look in Mace’s eyes promised retribution if I answered, not to mention what was going on between my thighs.
My mind was fractured in a thousand directions at once, and in the end, I gave him an apologetic look and reached for the phone. I should’ve known better. I’m not sure what I expected when he got that glint in his eye; maybe in my sex-fogged brain, I thought he’d relented. Wrong!
I answered the phone on one of his down strokes and tried clamping down around his cock to control the situation. That, too, was a lost cause. “Hell…hello!” There was no way to hide the tremor in my voice when he purposely slammed into me.
I looked down at him with a pleading look keeping one hand planted on his chest in another failed bid to control his movements, but I’m pretty sure now that the look in his eyes was a challenge. It took me a few seconds to recognize the voice on the other end, and when I did, my eyes widened with disbelief. “No, I can’t talk now.”
How uncomfortable my ex-mother-in-law was calling me while I was riding some other dude’s dick. My life is a comedic horror film. “You filthy little slut. What have you been doing?” How the hell? I started to look around the room for hidden cameras.
“I don’t know what you’re talk…talking about.” My voice hitched again, and I was having trouble concentrating because Mace the fiend had turned up the heat.
His hands gripped my ass just the way I liked, tight and possessive, and his cock was doing some kind of stretch routine as it tried making its way into my gut. I mouthed the word behave at him, which he ignored as he reached for my breasts and squeezed with just enough pressure to make me juice.
I bit into my lip hard to keep the moan locked inside, but it didn’t actually work. His next stroke sent my head flying back on my neck as I rode up and down, while somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking, this cannot be happening.
I even tried climbing off of him since he was in no mood to behave, but he held me in place and dared me with a look that said I’d pay if I even thought about it. Then he pulled me down and covered my lips with his, all while the phone was still clamped to my ear.
“Are you listening to me? What’re you doing?” I almost dropped the phone, but years of training wouldn’t allow me to do that, and there was no way I could tell her what the hell I was doing. Mace chose that moment to dip a fingertip in my rosebud, and I was off to the races. I never knew that could feel as good, so good I saw stars and lost all the energy in my body.
Everything was centered there between my thighs where we were joined, and I moved faster, chasing the orgasm that was just within my reach. I was about to have the mother of all orgasms. I could feel that thing building inside me, and it was going to be a big one. But Mace had other ideas. As if to punish me for answering the phone, he released my lips and eased up on his strokes. I felt the loss and then remembered the phone.
“I just got a call from the neighbors. I thought I told you to put an end to this thing you have with that man. My son is still….” Now I was pissed because she’d robbed me, and maybe that’s why I did something I’d never had the courage to do before.
“I don’t care what your son is doing.” Oh shit! Mace stopped moving at my words and was now glaring up at me.
“Is that your ex-mother-in-law?” Oh, dear. His voice sounded gruff and annoyed, and the look on his face, I can only describe as pissed off. I should’ve lied, but instead, I nodded my head yes. He pinched my clit and slapped his cock into me so hard my eyes grew wide, and my body went into some kind of spasmodic fit.
“That’s it, baby, right there.” There’s no way she didn’t hear him. “Damn, you’re so tight. Cum for me.” My mouth was open in shock while she was caterwauling in my ear, but then he pressed down on my clit with the fingers of one hand while sliding the middle finger of the other into my ass again, and that’s all she wrote.
I thrashed all around as he pulled me on and off his cock in a series of powerful thrusts that shook my whole body. She was still screaming in my ear, but I couldn’t speak. Hang up the phone, you idiot. Miss. Kitty was trying to save the day, but I couldn’t stop shaking long enough to comply.
Then he flipped me over again until I was on my back beneath him, and he stroked into me hard, once, twice, then took the phone from my hand. “We’re busy here lady.” He hung up the phone and turned back to me. “We’ll talk about your disobedience later.”
I could only nod my head because I’d lost the plot; I had no idea what the hell was going on. I soon found out when he lifted one of my legs in the air and spread it as wide as it would go before drilling into me for all he was worth. “Oh shit!”
That was all I could get out past my lips before they were covered with his. If I had any doubts that I was being punished, that kiss made sure I knew. He chewed on my lips and tongue while below, his cock went to work pummeling my insides.
My body didn’t know what to do with itself if to run or stay there and enjoy. And since Miss. Kitty was in control because all of my senses were now in disarray; you know how that went. I don’t think she’s ever been this wet or this turned on. What day on the water? This was the real deal.
I’m not sure what it was about me answering the phone that had done this to him, but I’d unleashed something in him that I hadn’t seen before. He might’ve thought he was punishing me with those deep hard strokes of his, but I was in heaven.
I pushed back against each thrust of his with a thrust of my own, meeting his hips with mine and not caring one wit about the sounds that came out of me. That leg shook in his hand as I came hard and loud, and my body tried to double in on itself from the immense pleasure, but his much harder frame held me in place.
