Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Caden
The moment I saw Brielle step out of the car in her tightly fitted black dress with her hair flowing over her shoulders, my cock started to spasm.
“Good evening,” I spoke.
“Good evening.” She smiled.
I opened the door to the restaurant and placed my hand on the small of her back as she stepped inside.
“Good evening, Mr. Chamberlain. Follow me, and I’ll take you to your table.”
We followed the hostess, who led us to a private booth in the corner. When our waiter approached our table, I ordered us both a martini.
“How was your day?” I asked her.
“It was good. How was yours? You look a little tired.”
“It was stressful and long, but nothing I can’t handle. I had lunch with my brother today.”
“Speaking of your brother, he seems like a nice guy.”
“He is. He’s my best friend. We tell each other everything.”
“So he knows about our little arrangement?”
“Yes. He knows. The night he stopped by the penthouse, he told me he would propose to his girlfriend, Mercedes. They’ve been together a couple of years and just found out she’s pregnant.”
“So, I guess he’s nothing like you, then.” A smirk crossed her lips.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re so anti-relationship, and he’s getting married and starting a family.”
“I suppose. He’s always had a string of girlfriends over the years, but Mercedes is the longest he’s been with a woman.”
“And now she’ll be a part of his life forever with a child.”
“I hope it works out for them because those tiny humans have a way of ruining things and people’s lives.”
“No, they don’t.” She laughed. “I take it you don’t like tiny humans?”
“Let’s just say I’m not a fan.”
“Why is that?”
“They’re annoying, and they cost a lot of money. They’re needy, clingy, and too much of a responsibility.”
“Children are a part of life.”
“Not my life.”
The waiter set our drinks down and then took our dinner order.
“What about you? Do you like those tiny humans?” I asked as I brought my glass up to my lips.
“Yes. I love children.”
“Then there’s something we don’t have in common. Enough talk about kids. How did your doctor’s appointment go yesterday?”
“It went fine.”
“Good. So, you’re all set with the refills for your pills?”
“Yes, Caden. There’s no need to worry. You aren’t going to get any offspring from me.” She smirked.
“Just making sure.”
We left the restaurant and climbed into my car when we finished eating.
“I have to leave early in the morning for a meeting, so you can just let yourself out when you get up,” I said as I placed my hand on hers.
“I’ll leave when you do. It’s fine.”
My cock ached for her all night, and I couldn’t wait to return to the penthouse. When we stepped into the elevator, I grabbed her arms, pinned her against the wall, and smashed my mouth against hers. The doors opened, and we stepped out, our lips never leaving one another’s. She kicked off her shoes in the foyer while I slid the straps of her dress down, letting it fall to the ground. She was in my arms in one swoop, and I carried her up to the bedroom. I lay her down on the bed, placed my fingers between the sides of her panties and her flesh, and pulled them down. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I buried my mouth in her, tasting the sweetness I desperately craved. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as my tongue circled around her swollen clit.
“Come for me. Show me how much your body loves what I do to it.”
She let out a loud moan as her body tightened and her hands gripped the sheets. The wetness that fell upon my lips was intoxicating. I stood up and stripped out of my clothes. As badly as I wanted my cock in her mouth, I wanted to be buried inside her more. I flipped her over, spread her legs, and thrust inside her slowly, inch by inch, until I was in deep. The heat that greeted me was euphoric and made my toes curl. The more I fucked her, the more I needed it. She was like a drug to me. I was the addict who couldn’t stop. Her moans intensified as I thrust in and out of her rapidly. I was about to come and wasn’t ready for this to end, so I stopped. Turning her on her back, I hovered over her and took her breasts in my mouth, one at a time, while I dipped my finger inside her. Her back arched, and she threw her head back while another orgasm tore through her body.
My cock thrust inside her again. It was my turn. Moving in and out, I felt the heat rise between our bodies. Sitting back, I pulled her up, and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. My tongue slid across the flesh of her neck as I swiftly moved in and out of her. Her lips stroked mine as the warmth of her breath near my ear, and her nails digging into my back made me tremble. I was ready to come, and I wasn’t holding back anymore. Halting, a groan rumbled in my chest as I strained to give her every last drop of me.
I looked into her eyes as our hearts pounded out of our chests and our erratic breaths tried to calm down. I softly stroked her hair with my hand.
“That was the perfect ending to a long, stressful day.”
“I’m happy I could take your stress away.” The corners of her mouth slightly curved upward.
I pulled out of her and slipped into a pair of sweatpants.
“I’ll go grab us a couple of water bottles,” I spoke.
When I walked back into the bedroom, she wasn’t there.
“Brielle?” I called as I walked back down the stairs.
“I’m in here.”
I walked into my study and found her sitting at my piano.
“I didn’t know you had a piano.”
“That’s because the last time you were here, I didn’t give you a proper house tour.”
“Do you play?”
“I do,” I said as I sat on the bench beside her. “My mother started teaching me when I was four. My brother plays as well. In fact, he has one in the restaurant where he plays for his customers on Friday nights. Besides sex, this is another stress reliever for me. It calms me down and clears my head.”
“Can you play something for me?” she asked with a smile.
“I’ll play a few notes, and then we need to get to bed.”
I placed my fingers on the piano keys and started to play.
“You’re really good. Your mom was a great teacher.”
“She was.” I smiled slightly. “She passed away five years ago. Heart attack.”
“I’m sorry, Caden.” She placed her hand on mine.
“Thanks. My father married her best friend two years later. He would never admit it, but Kyle and I believed they were having an affair.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” she spoke.
“Really?” I furrowed my brows at her for what she said.
“When you’re in my line of work, it’s all you see. Almost all of my clients are married. And the ones that aren’t are usually gay and using me to try to prove they aren’t. Men cheat to gain their power and self-esteem back. They feel neglected at home, their needs aren’t being met, and they like the thrill of getting away with something.”
“And you’re saying that’s why all of your clients cheat on their wives?”
“Basically. I had a client who couldn’t go through with it right before I met you. He told me about the problems in his marriage, and I gave him a few ideas on how to fix it.”
“So, he paid you and got no sex?”
“Yes. But he appreciated my advice more.”
“Maybe you should have been a therapist.”
“I wanted to be. I was going to NYU for that until my mother got sick.”
“So why haven’t you done it yet? It’s not like you were working 24/7.”
“I don’t know. I guess time just got away from me.”
“It’s never too late, you know,” I said.
A smile crossed her lips as she leaned over and kissed me.
“I think we should go to bed and get some sleep,” she said.
“Good idea.” I let out a yawn.