Chapter 6
AMES
Dakota had texted me on the way to her interview, and I’d convinced her to come to my place afterward to celebrate.
Dakota: What if I tank the interview?
Me: You won’t.
Dakota: But what if I do?
Me: Then we’ll get drunk and commiserate. But I promise, baby. We are going to be celebrating.
She sent back a kissy face and a heart, making me chuckle.
Her interview was in the early afternoon, so I’d blown off as much steam as possible at the gym.
Once I got back home, I’d distracted myself by tidying up.
I had a housekeeper who came in twice a week.
I wasn’t a slob, but I had a habit of leaving little things all over.
I was a bachelor…nobody cared if I left my keys and wallet on the coffee table, my beer bottle from last night on the end table, and my gym bag on the floor in the entry.
I was determined to convince Dakota to stay for dinner, so I put in a delivery order and scheduled it for seven.
When my phone finally rang with the number of the front desk, I was sitting out on my terrace that had a north view of Manhattan. One of the reasons I’d bought the penthouse was because of the incredible view of Central Park in the distance.
“Hey, Harry. Is my guest here?”
“Yes, sir. I just sent her up as you instructed.”
“Great. Let’s get her on the permanent list as soon as possible. And I’ll need an elevator access card for her.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks.”
I wanted Dakota to be able to come and go freely. The thought of her being in my home while I was gone made me smile. Especially if she was still there when I got back. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take very long to convince her to move in.
The elevator doors slid open just as I walked into the foyer. Dakota stood in the center, wearing a very professional suit coat and skirt that somehow still managed to look unbelievably sexy. She was beaming, and as soon as she saw me, she ran over, dropped her bag, and threw her arms around me.
“It was amazing, Ames!” she cried happily as I swung her around in a circle.
When I set her down, she stepped back and started talking animatedly, her hands waving in every direction as she told me all about the interview. I grinned and picked up her purse, setting it on a little table before gesturing for her to follow me.
I led her into the living room and sat on the couch while she paced in front of me, obviously too excited to sit down.
“I don’t know for sure, but they talked as though they had already decided to hire me. It seemed more like they were trying to determine where I would fit best now that they’d met me. They said I should hear back in the next two weeks! I don’t know how I’m going to get through it!”
Laughing, I captured her wrist and yanked her down onto my lap. “Sounds like you need a distraction. Will I do?”
Dakota gave me a cheeky grin. “I guess that depends on how our third date goes.”
I’d never met a woman who made me laugh so much. It made her the whole fucking package, and I felt like the luckiest son of a bitch alive because she was mine.
She twisted her torso to face me, put her arms around my neck, and leaned in, pressing her tits against my chest. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“For being your distraction?” I winked. “No problem.”
“And for being my good luck charm.”
She closed the gap between us and pressed her lips onto mine. Hunger and need swept through me like a wildfire. Every time we’d kissed, we had been in a public place, so I’ve never been able to kiss her the way I truly wanted.
Finally, we were alone, so the dam holding me back burst. I slid one of my hands into her silky hair and cupped the back of her skull.
Using the thumb and forefinger of my other hand, I forced her chin down so her lips parted.
My tongue swept in, and I groaned at the pain from my dick swelling against the zipper of my jeans.
Going commando probably hadn’t been the best decision.
With one swift move, I repositioned Dakota to straddle my lap. Her skirt rode up, and I glided my hands up her thighs, pushing it all the way to her waist. Then I dipped two fingers into her panties, and my cock pulsed when her juices soaked my digits.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I withdrew my hand and sucked her cream from my fingers. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You taste incredible.”
Dakota squirmed in my lap, and I cupped her hips, holding her still as I locked eyes with her.
“This is your one chance, Dakota. If you aren’t ready for this, then you need to tell me now.
Because once I’ve been inside you, you’re mine.
I won’t let you go, and I don’t fucking share.
So be really sure this is what you want. ”
“I’m sure, Ames.”
“Thank fuck,” I grunted as I surged to my feet and hurried toward the stairs. Holding her close, I took them two at a time, reaching the master suite in seconds. I set her on her feet and walked her backward, stripping her along the way.
When we reached the bed, she only wore a lacy white bra and matching panties. Her tits practically spilled out of the cups, and I licked my lips when I saw the soaked fabric between her thighs. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she breathed. “At least…I’m assuming since you’re still wearing far too much clothing.”
I chuckled and took a step back, whipping my shirt off and unbuttoning my jeans. When I stopped there, she raised an eyebrow, and I shook my head. “If I don’t have something between us for now, this will be over before we’ve even started.”
Closing the gap between us, I cupped Dakota’s generous tits, lifting them up so I could bend down and feather kisses over her cleavage.
Then I slid them around and unhooked her bra.
As it fell to the ground, I retreated to look my fill.
When my eyes returned to her face, she was staring at my pants and looked nervous.
Glancing down, I realized that the zipper had inched down, and the swollen purple tip of my cock poked out at the top.
“Um…that’s…I’m not exactly small, but you’re really big, Ames. I’m not sure if you’ll even fit inside me.”
“Relax, baby,” I crooned as I scooped her into my arms and laid her on the bed. “It might take a little time, but I promise, we’ll fit together perfectly.”
Dakota glanced away, and when her eyes returned to my face, her cheeks were stained pink.
“It’s not just that…um…I haven’t had anything…
anyone…” She covered her face with her hands and chuckled.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I feel so stupid telling you this.
It’s just, you’re probably used to women with experience and—”
“Dakota, stop,” I commanded as I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her on my hands and knees. She slowly lowered her hands, and I waited until they rested at her sides, and I had her undivided attention. “First, I haven’t been with anyone in…damn, I can’t even remember.”
Her eyebrows went up to her hairline, but she could see I was telling the truth, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
“Second, are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin, baby?”
“Yes,” she mumbled.
My cock spasmed and leaked, no doubt making a mess of my jeans. “Fucking hell, Dakota. Do you have any idea how fucking happy it makes me to know that I’m your first? That you belong to me and only me? It also makes me hot as hell, and I’m hanging onto my control by a thread.”
“I can’t decide if I want to test that or not…”
“Not,” I replied firmly. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
Her cheeks tinged with pink, and she smiled sweetly. “But…you’re okay with…that I’m not…”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then opened them to meet her hot gaze. “I’m more than okay with it, Dakota. I would want you no matter what but knowing you’re mine and only mine…fuck. It’s like every damn Christmas present I’ve ever had all rolled into one.”
Dakota giggled and ran her hands up my chest, locking them behind my neck. “Ho, ho, ho.”
I tossed my head back and laughed hard. I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to be so funny and sexy, all at the same time. She made me laugh even while I was as hard as a baseball bat and desperate to be inside her.
“I’m gonna take off my pants, and you are going to do exactly what I tell you so I don’t lose my shit, is that clear?”
Dakota bit her lip, and I shook my head as I collared her neck with one hand.
“I warned you before that if you didn’t walk away, that made you mine.
That means I’m in charge. It’s my job to give you so much pleasure that you scream my name until you’ve lost your voice.
But it’s also my job to care for you, so be a good girl and do what I tell you. ”
She thought about it for a couple of seconds, then nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” I popped a quick kiss on her mouth, then hopped off the bed to ditch my pants. I stroked my long, thick cock twice as I stared at the juncture of her legs. Calm the fuck down, Yarrow.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Dakota hesitated, and I frowned at her until she obeyed. As her thighs parted, her face flushed, but I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or anticipation. Maybe both.
I crawled onto the bed and settled myself on my stomach between her legs.
Pushing them open just a little more, I licked my lips at the sight of her drenched pussy.
My head dipped low, and I inhaled deeply.
“Fuck. I can practically smell that ripe cherry,” I groaned.
“But before I take it, I need to make you come so your body will be more pliable.”
“Ames!” Dakota cried out when she felt the first long lick of my tongue up her center.
“Just relax, baby,” I mumbled before diving in and feasting on her. Her cries escalated as I licked and sucked, drinking down all of her arousal. I only swiped over her clit a few times, priming her, but not letting her fly just yet.
“I–oh, Ames! I need…” she panted.