Chapter 3
RALEIGH
Damn, I am one lucky man.
Kali stood in the open doorway with a glass of champagne in each hand. I scanned her perfect body from head to toe, and an internal war started up. One part of me wanted to savor the moment, take in every inch of her until I had it committed to memory. The other—namely the part behind my zipper—wanted to take her right then and there. I had to beg my legs to keep me upright.
Normally, her brunette hair fell over her shoulders in luscious waves. Tonight, it was secured behind her head with a clip. Her makeup was flawless, from the soft dusting of eyeshadow framing her deep brown eyes to the fire-engine red that lined her lips. I pulled my lip ring behind my teeth as my eyes flitted to her bare collarbone and ran over the white silk robe she wore. Plunging low at her neckline, it gave me a tease of the nothing she wore underneath, coming to a stop at the top of her smooth legs. I cursed the fabric. The damn robe covered everything I wanted to see.
“Are you going to come in or stand there and stare at me all night?” she asked, her soft, siren song of a voice filtering into my ears and tingling through my veins.
“Can you blame me for staring?” I stepped into the suite and let the heavy door swing shut behind me. I wrapped an arm around Kali’s waist, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. The smell of expensive, floral-perfumed soap filled my nostrils. “God, you smell incredible.”
“Well, I’d hope so. I just had a bath.”
I pulled her into my arms, the top of her head barely hitting my shoulder. “Ah, so I guess I won’t be getting you dirty tonight.”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Kali tipped her head back, red lips beckoning me closer. After I pressed a gentle kiss to them, she spoke again. “We’re celebrating.”
“What’s the occasion?” I asked, accepting one of the glasses of champagne.
Her brown eyes sparkled and her ruby lips split into a camera-worthy smile. “You’re looking at the new CFO for Summit Capital.”
My eyes widened. “No way! You got the promotion?”
Kali had been gunning for that position since I met her. It was a cutthroat job, and about damn time that she got it—she deserved it.
“Congratulations,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her again.
She hummed, and I deepened the kiss, moaning at the taste of cinnamon washing over my tongue. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders and the bottom of her champagne flute pressed into my back. I broke the kiss long enough to set the glasses down, then my lips were back on hers. I didn’t care if I’d wind up wearing most of her lipstick. My tongue pressed against the seam of her mouth, begging for entry, which she happily granted. Her hands slid into my hair while mine slid down her back.
In one swift move, I cupped my hands under her ass and lifted until she threw her legs around my waist, breaking our kiss in a laugh.
“What are you doing?” she giggled, turning her attention to my lobe piercings, nibbling over my jewelry.
“Rewarding you for your hard work.” I had to fight to keep my voice steady as her tongue licked behind my ear.
I carried her through the suite and into the lush, king-sized bedroom. Supporting her with one arm across her back, I gently laid her down on the most luxurious black comforter I’d ever felt.
Nothing about the room came as a surprise to me. Kali had expensive tastes and never settled for anything less than the best. From the penthouse suite at the Villaggio to the Guerlain perfume carefully placed behind her ears that got my blood pumping—everything was the best of the best, and she never hesitated to share her wealth.
For instance, the jeans I was wearing that night had been one of the first gifts. Before that night, I hadn’t known who Tom Ford was. It wasn’t until I went home and Googled his name that I discovered exactly how much Kali was spoiling me.
I tried to fight her on it at first. I felt guilty. I’d been raised to work for expensive things and being handed designer clothes for seemingly no reason was a tough concept to adopt. I’d only recently begun accepting the gifts without protest. No, I wasn’t with Kali for her money. The gifts happened to be a nice bonus. If they stopped coming, I’d happily continue seeing her. Both of us were satisfied exactly as we were, and we weren’t in any rush to change that.
With Kali reclining on the bed, I kicked my shoes off and knelt on the mattress, tucking my knee between her thighs. Immediately, I felt the heat of her core seep through my jeans and wash over my skin. I nuzzled into her neck, breath eliciting goosebumps over the skin of her collarbone. The brush of my lips and the gentle tickle of my fingertips over the outside of her thigh had her arching into my touch, begging for more.
“God, boy, you’re way too gentle sometimes, you know that?” She drove her hips into my thigh.
“Trust my process,” I whispered back. The feeling of her dampened panties on my leg drove me wild. “You know I like to take my time.”
Before she could say anything else, I lightly sank my teeth into her skin, itching to press harder and leave a mark—but Kali always asked me not to. I loved giving them, and I loved wearing them, but I respected her wishes, releasing her skin with nothing more than a soft pink spot that would fade before we were finished. I moved on, untying the silk robe and sliding it off her shoulders to give me access to her perfect, round breasts.
The fabric barely had time to clear her body before my mouth was on the tender skin, inching toward her pebbled nipples. My teeth found the left while my fingers latched onto the right. Kali braced her leg against the bed frame, gifting me with friction from her thigh. Despite my internal protests to wait, my impatient cock welcomed the sensation, and my hips rocked against her.
“Oh, does that feel good?” Kali teased.
My dick throbbed behind my zipper. I moaned my response, sucking harder on Kali’s nipple before I released it with a pop to kiss a trail down her soft belly. Taking the hem of red lace between my teeth, I tugged, and Kali lifted her hips to allow me to pull the fabric down her legs.
I perched with one knee on the edge of the bed and watched Kali’s eyes trail over my body. A flush had risen in her cheeks, and it deepened as she extended one of her smooth, tan legs and slipped manicured toes under the hem of my shirt. With a push, she revealed my stomach.
“I’ll never get over these abs.” Kali trailed the dip in my stomach with her toe. I shivered. “Take your shirt off, Raleigh.”
Happily. I ripped the fabric free and tossed it aside, relishing in how Kali’s gaze studied my tattoos like she’d never seen them before. Grabbing her leg by the ankle, I teased a trail of light kisses over her calf. I lowered myself to my knees, just to have her tug me up again by a hand in my hair.
“I’ve got an early flight, sweetheart. Let’s skip to the good part.”
My lips curled into a wicked grin. I loved it when she was in this mood; things always got quick and dirty.
“As you wish,” I murmured. I made sure my words vibrated against her inner thigh as I made quick work of my belt. Dropping my jeans and boxer briefs in one move, I rolled on the condom she offered, her eyes tracking my every move. “What’s the rush?”
Kali made a disgruntled noise. “I need to be back home for a meeting.”
I supported myself by a knee on the bed as I crawled over her. Slowly guiding her backward until her head was on the pillows, I whispered in her ear, “Probably a surprise party to award all your hard work.”
She chuckled, the sound thrumming over my body. “It really wasn’t—oh!”
I plunged deep into her, hard and fast—just the way she liked it. I wasn’t prepared for the quick change in sensation and the heat that enveloped my cock. I paused, struggling not to orgasm immediately in response. When I felt like I could move again without bursting, I started rocking my hips gently. When I felt Kali’s legs wrap around my waist and squeeze with her thighs, I took that as my cue.
I braced myself, a hand on either side of her head. Picking up speed with each thrust of my hips, I sank my cock deeper into her wet heat. Her walls tightened around me, and my confident, aloof front faltered. There was no denying it anymore: This felt good—damn good.
I surrendered to the feelings and nuzzled my face into her neck. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last.” I removed the clip in her hair, letting the natural waves fall over her shoulders and tangle in my fingers.
Kali threw her head back, emitting a throaty laugh. I was trembling with the effort of holding back my climax. That laugh killed me every time—she knew that. My hips stuttered, and that signaled her to hook her ankles behind my back and hold on tight. When she gave my cock another squeeze, I groaned and clenched the sheets in my hands. Kali’s razor-sharp nails dug into my back, and my moan turned into a whimper.
The faster I tunneled into her, the harder she scratched. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, one of Kali’s hands moved up to clench a fistful of my hair, and the other left a trail of thin red lines along my ass cheek.
“Come on, Raleigh,” she growled into my ear.
That was all it took.
I came undone.
My hips moved so fast that I felt my control slipping. Kali met me thrust for thrust, moan for moan. I tried to speak, tried to warn her, but my brain was set on one thing only.
Come .
Kali clenched around me one last time, and my orgasm raced down my spine. I shook, my cock throbbing and spilling deep inside of her. I took my time riding it, waiting for her to unlatch her legs from me before I made the move to pull out of her.
“Damn, you weren’t joking about the rush,” I panted, fumbling for each breath. “When’s your flight?” I collapsed next to her, and she lifted onto one elbow to look at me.
She glanced at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and grimaced. “In a few hours. I’m sorry about this visit, Raleigh. I thought we’d have more time together. They sprung this meeting on me at the last minute.”
I waved her off with a shake of my head. “It’s all right. I should get home anyway. Angel’s been a bit off lately, and I want to check on him. Give me a chance to catch my breath, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Baby, if it were up to me, you could stay in my hair all night long.” Shadow fell across my face, the light from the lamp obscured as Kali leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “You and Angel really do have a special relationship, don’t you?”
I nodded. “We’ve been through a lot together.”
“It’s really sweet.”
Once I felt collected enough to stand, I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom before gathering my clothes from their many and varied resting places. I pulled them onto my sweat-drenched body, grimacing. I’d have to shower at home.
“I’d still like for the two of you to officially meet someday,” I said, fastening my belt. Kali and Angel had met briefly at the bar but never exchanged more than hellos to each other. “You know, he called me your sugar baby earlier.”
“What did you say?”
I snorted. “Nothing. I think he gets off on winding me up.”
Kali grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me toward her for a passionate goodbye kiss. “Well, speaking of winding you up…”
Reeling from the kiss, I struggled to focus on anything other than the woman in front of me. Kali gestured behind me and when I turned, I found a black bag sitting on the nightstand with a satin ribbon tied around the handles. I lifted it, the embossed Tom Ford logo coming into view. I bit back an argument and opened the bag, withdrawing the most luxurious belt I’d ever seen. The scent of the authentic leather filled my nostrils, and the gold buckle was heavy in my hand.
“It goes with the pants.” Kali shrugged. “Keep it. Please.”
I returned the belt to the bag and leaned over to kiss her again, working my free hand into her hair.
“Thank you,” I whispered once our lips separated.
She stood from the bed and replaced her robe. “Should I call a car for you?”
“I’ll walk. It’s a nice night and it’s not that far. Until next time?”
“Until next time,” she repeated.
I looped the bag around my wrist, fluffed my hair the best I could, and began my walk home.