Chapter 25 Think Alike
THINK ALIKE
“I’ve got takeout,” Matt said when Anya opened the door to her apartment later that night.
“Yum,” she said. “What is it?”
“Lobster rolls and fish and chips. Take your pick.”
“That’s great takeout,” she said. “I can’t decide.”
“We can share. Show me around.”
She didn’t want to feel self-conscious about her small apartment. It was almost half the size of his condo and not nearly as modern.
It was what she could afford and had to remind herself that she worked hard to be where she was.
She had money in the bank and was going to continue to have it grow before she made any life-altering decisions on career or living situations.
There were a lot of hard looks she had to take and wondered if she jumped too quickly in the past in her attempts to overthink and compare herself to others.
“There’s not a lot to see.” She took the yummy bag of food out of his hand and placed it on her table not too many steps away.
“It’s cozy,” he said.
He was looking at her living room. She had a small two-person table to the left. Past the table was the galley kitchen that she tried to cook in. Space and time prevented most occurrences.
“It works. You’re seeing all there is here. My bedroom is down the hall. The same with the bathroom.”
“You have it decorated nicely,” he said. “I like your style.”
She never thought she had one specific style. She bought what caught her eye.
Though she had to admit, when it came time to stage a house or give suggestions on staging, she sold much faster than letting clients do it themselves.
Maybe she had some hidden talent there she’d never honed.
“Thanks. I don’t try. That probably sounds horrible considering my profession.”
“No,” he said. “It sounds like you’ve got good taste. You can tell when someone forces something in a house. This isn’t forced but is very calming.”
She tilted her head. “I never realized I was going for that, but I think I was. I didn’t always have much of a calming household.”
Her bedroom had been her sanctuary as a child. When EJ would enter it, it felt as if her world was disrupted. She’d call Phoebe to see if she could visit to recalibrate herself mentally and her best friend always said yes.
It worked in the beginning. Until it didn’t anymore.
The source of those frustrating days was standing in front of her with a sexy grin on his face, his suit jacket off, his peach shirt unbuttoned at the collar, blue pants on, brown shoes on his feet.
Even her wildest dreams as a teen never put her in this situation.
But it was one she was going to savor as long as she could.
“I’m sorry about that for you,” he said. “Your eyes are deep right now. I can’t read them or why they changed.”
“How hungry are you?” she asked. She had a wide smile, her eyebrows lifted. “I’ve been wanting to celebrate all day.”
He moved toward her, put his hands under her arms and lifted her up.
In her athletic shorts that she’d changed into before he arrived, she easily wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’m starving for something more than food. This is more of what I had in mind when you said you wanted to celebrate.”
“I love it when we think alike,” she said. “The couch is a few feet over.”
“The chair is closer,” he said, sidestepping and sitting down.
She slid her feet from behind his back to avoid being trapped, but this forced her to kneel around his hips.
“I guess I’m going to be doing the work again,” she said. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt and tugged it up and out of his pants, her hands slid down to locate the button and undo that, then lowered the zipper.
“You like doing the work,” he said, sending her one of his sexy smirks.
She leaned forward, her lips landing on his. “I do. It’s a good thing we agree.”
He lifted her shirt and tugged it over her head.
“Or I can be a gentleman and put some effort into it.”
“Thanks for that,” she said. “Got a condom or do I have to get up and get one?”
“Sorry. I don’t carry one to work with me and I hadn’t known I was coming here before I went home.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine,” she said. “Stay put.”
She scooted off his lap. Her feet hit the floor and she dashed to her bathroom, yanked one out of the box and slammed the drawer they were in and returned.
Her finger pointed at him to lift his butt up.
He knew without the words to shift his pants down and out of the way.
“You need to get rid of a few things.”
“Don’t worry about me.” She put one corner of the condom in her mouth, tore it open, then covered Matt.
He was always ready for her. Big, long, firm, and strong.
She shimmied out of her shorts and underwear, then went to reach around her back to unclasp her bra.
“Keep it,” he said. “It’s pressing your tits together perfectly.”
She looked down to see what he was staring at.
Her pink push-up bra was doing exactly what it advertised.
She climbed back on Matt’s lap, lined herself up and slammed down hard.
“Oh God. I’ve been thinking of this all day,” she said.
“The same,” he said. “Ride me. You love it this way.”
“Not as much as you do. I can see it in your eyes.”
How dark they’d gotten. The way they moved over her face trying to read her thoughts.
She’d prefer he didn’t do that.
There was no reason for him to know she was falling in love with him. Maybe she always was and it was masked by all the turbulent events that unfolded between them.
“Touch me,” she said. “Get me there.”
His hand went to her tender flesh, his thumb swirling around as she ground down on him.
She knew when he was worked up enough it didn’t take long for him to come.
She wanted to relish everything she could with him.
For him to bring her to the very edge where she’d unleash her control and ride him like the storm the two of them always created.
His other hand pushed her bra strap off her shoulder, her nipple popping free of the material that had fallen to the side.
He yanked her toward his mouth, his teeth taking hold of the puckered flesh.
Her head was back, her eyes closed, as her body was being pleasured and assaulted in multiple locations.
She was supposed to be doing the work, but it turned swiftly.
No way she was going to complain.
She kept grinding against his hand, his balls, sending him so deep inside of her as she did it.
His lips were sucking on her nipple mercilessly.
Her thighs shook from the tension in her body.
“I need to come,” she said.
He let go of her.
His mouth, his hand. They both fell away.
“Do it,” he said sharply, his eyes heating her to another level.
She placed her hands on the arms of the chair giving her balance and leverage and off she went, riding him like the prized horse in the Kentucky Derby.
Her moans increased, the sound rising several decibels.
He matched her, not just in the noises coming out of their mouths, but the way her body was moving.
She came down and he slammed up.
His hands landed on hers to help position himself the same.
Her chair was yelling at her to take it easy before it gave out, but she didn’t care if they ended up in a heap on the floor. She wasn’t stopping until wave after wave of sensations washed over her.
The absence of his fingers on top of hers had her looking down until she felt them on her waist, squeezing her skin and holding her in place.
She was too tired in mind and body to fight him and let him lead her to where she needed to be.
Her legs were spread wide, his dick slammed up, in and out, the friction of the condom against her inner walls heating and lighting her body on fire.
She shouted out his name, her body coming and squeezing, tensing and releasing.
He locked her down hard on him, held her tight while she pulsed around him, him matching her there too.
Her head dropped on his shoulder, her breathing coming in rushed and harsh.
Sweat was trickling down her back. A pain between her legs that was more muscle related from a tough workout.
Yet she never felt more content in her life with Matt’s arms around her, holding her softly, his gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Did I do it?” she asked weakly.
He laughed. A silky sound that rolled over her body leaving shivers in its wake. “Just like a champ.”