Chapter 10
Daniel
I was relieved to see Freddy walk out the door of the bar.
He had gotten the hint, as if the look on my face didn’t scream “get the fuck out of here.” I loved the guy, but he could be a total idiot sometimes.
I mean, did he really offer to be Addison’s woman doctor?
I didn’t want him or anyone else exploring the places I had yet to. The places I hoped to.
I watched as her pillowy pink lips wrapped around the rim of her martini glass, and then my eyes trailed down and grazed across the top of her strapless dress. I couldn’t help myself.
Addison cleared her throat, bringing my attention back up to her face. There was a sharpness to the look she gave me. Could she really blame me? She had herself on a delicious display.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked with a sheepish grin.
“I was saying, I’m sorry about this morning’s paper. You seemed upset.”
I leaned back in my seat and looked down into my drink.
“It’s just this life. I guess I asked for it, but sometimes I think everything gets so misconstrued.”
“Like the three women in one night? Let me guess, you were just playing board games up there…”
She had looked me up. I smiled at the thought.
“You’ve done your research…” I took a sip of my drink.
“I had to know who I was getting into business with,” she said, but I could tell from the flush of her cheeks that wasn’t the only reason she had searched my name on the internet.
I set my glass down on the bar top and looked at her. I figured I might as well be honest with her.
“Look, I won’t lie to you. I have a reputation. Some of it is lies. Most of it is true. But I am proud of the company I’ve built. I wish my work could be a headline, rather than the woman I’m seeing.”
She looked thoughtful for a moment. “That must be frustrating,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Very. The whole thing with Kiera was bogus. I had to spend the day with her because of some stupid charity auction where I was up for bid.”
Addison shook her head and let out a laugh through her nose.
“What?” I asked.
“Rich people problems.”
I laughed. It did sound ridiculous.
“How much did you go for?” she asked, raising a brow.
“You don’t want to know,” I groaned.
“Tell me.” She nudged me playfully with her shoulder.
She was flirting with me. I’d play along.
“No way.”
She turned in her seat so she was fully facing me.
“Tell me,” she demanded, leaning in close.
“Fiiiine,” I said, before leaning in. “Two hundred thousand dollars.”
“Shut the fuck up,” she blurted out loudly. Some patrons at the bar looked up curiously. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment.
I let out a laugh. A genuine one that I hadn’t had because of a woman in a long time.
“I know. It’s ridiculous,” I said, running my hand through my hair.
She sat in a bewildered silence for a moment.
“So, that’s what it costs to spend a night with Daniel Jacobs. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t have that kind of money,” she said with a smirk.
“I better be going then.” I pretended to stand.
Her eyes widened before she reached over and slapped me lightly on the thigh.
“You are the worst,” she said with a laugh.
Her hand was still on my thigh and I felt my blood coursing through my veins as if it were boiling water. I looked down at her hand and she nervously pulled it away. She reached for her drink and finished it in one impressive gulp.
Now or never, I thought.
I glanced at my watch. It was only 8 p.m.
“It’s still early,” I said. “Do you maybe want to come back to my place?”
She stared at her empty drink and I could see she was considering it.
“Is there food?” she asked.
I wasn’t expecting that.
“Food? Uh, yeah.”
“Good, because I’m starving.”
I laughed and tossed some cash on the bar.
Outside on the sidewalk, she went to hail a cab before she noticed I had a car waiting.
Armand opened the door for us, and she scooched her way inside the town car, with me following behind her.
I noticed she slid all the way to the other side and was practically pressed up against the door. She was keeping her distance. For now.
“Do you like pizza?” I offered.
“Obviously,” she said.
“Armand, can you get some pizzas from Di Fara’s delivered?”
“Yes, sir.” He gave me a nod through the rearview mirror.
I leaned back in my seat and looked over at Addison. She gazed out the window, the city lights passing by us in a blur. I could see by her reflection in the window that she was maybe second-guessing herself. She was unlike most women, who practically straddled me seconds after getting in the car.
“Pizza should be there in about forty minutes, sir,” Armand called back.
“Thank you.”
Minutes later, we pulled into the parking garage of my building. Armand parked in front of the elevators, and I got out before he could open the door. I wanted to be the one who opened the door for Addison, to show her I could be a gentleman.
I held out my hand and she hesitated before taking it, allowing me to help her out. Armand stood back with an amused expression. This was a first.
“Have a good evening, sir,” he said, before getting back into the car.
I punched in the code for the elevator and the doors immediately opened. It was my private elevator, so no surprise there. Addison stepped inside and leaned against the back corner, again keeping her distance. We rode up in silence, her avoidant gaze looking anywhere but at me.
The doors opened to the entryway of my penthouse, and I stepped inside.
I didn’t hear the sound of Addison’s heels behind me, so I turned and found her gaping from the inside the elevator.
She stepped out and slowly followed me into the living room, taking everything in.
I liked the feeling of impressing her. Knowing I could give her what most men couldn’t.
“Drink?” I asked, gesturing to the bar behind the couch.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked coyly.
Maybe.
“Me? Never.”
“Good. Because just so you know, I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I know. You told me.”
She gave me a puzzled look.
“Out on the terrace. When we first met.”
Her cheeks flushed. I went to the bar and heard her footsteps follow behind me.
“Champagne?” I asked.
“Okay.” She leaned her back against the marble bar top.
I pulled a bottle from the fridge and eased the cork off with a dull pop. I poured two glasses and handed her one. She took a small sip and looked out the large windows to the city below.
“If you aren’t that type of girl, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“I just came for the pizza.” She shrugged.
I could see she fought back a smile.
“Well, we still have about thirty minutes,” I pointed out, taking a step toward her. I placed my hands on her arms. Her eyes raised to mine and she inhaled a shaky breath.
“What do you want to do until then?” she asked, already damn well knowing the answer.
“I have a few ideas.”
I leaned in closer and watched as her eyes fluttered closed.
Instead of going for her mouth, I pressed my lips against her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses.
She leaned her head back, exposing her neck and I gladly took her invitation.
I trailed my lips down the nape of her neck, tasting her with my tongue.
My hands reached for her waist, gripping it before quickly turning her to face the counter.
I pressed myself against her, finding myself already growing hard against the small of her back.
She turned her head and looked at me over her bare shoulder.
I leaned in and kissed her softly at first before needing more almost immediately.
I ran my tongue over her lips and she parted them to let me explore her mouth.
She tasted like champagne as she massaged her tongue against mine.
She reached her arms up and around my neck, leaving my hands free to explore.
They wrapped around her, cupping her breasts through the silky fabric of her dress.
They felt full as I massaged them, our mouths quickening their pace against one another.
I moved my hands lower, across her abdomen, down her hips until they reached the short hem of her dress.
As I started to pull up her dress, she broke free from our kiss and looked at me, searching my eyes.
Was I moving too fast? I paused my movements, waiting for some sort sign.
For permission. She looked at me for a moment longer before pulling me in for another kiss.
A deeper kiss than before. She spread her legs slightly.
Permission granted, I thought.
With her dress up at her hips, my fingers grazed against the lace fabric of her underwear, and she shuddered at my touch.
I wondered how long it had been since someone touched her.
I trailed her panty line with my fingers before peeling back the lace.
I tucked a finger inside of her, finding her warm and wet, eager for me.
Her back arched into me and her breaths became shorter, more ragged as I moved my finger in and out of her.
She suddenly reached down and grabbed at my hand, pulling it from her, her moisture covering my fingers.
She turned around to face me, a desperate look on her face.
I could tell, she wanted more. She reached up and grabbed my jacket, pulling it free.
Her fingers quickly stumbled over the buttons of my shirt, until my chest was bare in front of her.
Her eyes grazed over me as I peeled my shirt off.
I reached around and found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down so that her dress fell to the floor.
Her breasts spilled out, and I leaned in to taste them, surrounding her nipples with the warmth of my mouth.
She let out a moan as her hands desperately pulled at my waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping, my pants and briefs falling to my ankles.
I released her breast from my mouth and saw her gaze on my erection. She looked up at me nervously, and then with her eyes never leaving mine, she pulled down the waistband of her lace panties, and she kicked them to the side.
She stood there completely naked and completely beautiful.
Her creamy curves were exposed before me.
Mine for the taking. I lifted her onto the countertop.
She opened her legs and I sucked in a breath.
Holy shit. She bit her lip as she watched me take her in with my gaze, and that right there sent me over the edge.
I slid her to the edge of the counter until the tip of my cock was against her wet opening.
She spread her legs even further. I could feel her pulsing against me, begging me to enter.
I placed my hand just above her perfect ass and pulled her in, my dick dipping into her inch by inch.
She let out a throaty moan and threw her head back.
I pulled out of her slowly before plunging back into her, her walls hugging me tightly.
As I moved inside her, I took her breast in my mouth, sucking her nipple as her hands grasped the countertop tightly, her knuckles turning white.
I moved quicker, with vigor, fucking her harder.
I could feel her convulsing around me and then she screamed, climaxing on me as I exploded into her.