Chapter 11 #2
She glanced up to see the gentleman lean out to look, then disappear behind the giant fake wall that hid the kitchen.
“How did you know I liked peonies?” she asked, taking another bite.
“I might have checked out your Instagram since I follow you. Plus, I talked to Carrie. She was very informative.”
She covered her face with her hands. “Please tell me she didn’t tell you anything embarrassing.”
She peeked through her fingers at his laugh. “I asked her about your likes and dislikes only so that nothing you didn’t like ended up on the menu. And any allergies. The last thing we need is a trip to the emergency room on your birthday.”
She pulled her hands away from her face, and her smile returned, doing her best to ignore the way her stomach fluttered with nerves. No one had put this much effort into her in a long time, and she was so surprised and truly happy.
“Did you learn anything else in your quest for information?” she asked, clearing the plate of the small salad.
“I did.” He set his fork down. “You hate mushrooms. You love coffee. You had the biggest crush on Chad Kroeger when you were eleven, and you still love Nickelback to this day.”
“I don’t understand the hate that Nickelback gets, I really don’t,” she commented, sending them both into laughter.
“Me too,” Reese replied, setting his elbows on the table.
The second course arrived, and her mouth watered at the lobster with steak filet medallions on the side in a play on surf and turf.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, leaning over to him. “This is amazing.”
He leaned in. “Isn’t it? Just like you.”
She blushed and looked down at her food to take another bite as they fell into silence.
It feels so different. But it’s so nice.
Hanging onto that feeling, she asked, “So, are you going to ask me?”
His hazel eyes met hers, and he motioned to the decorations. “Is this not asking?”
She shrugged. “It could be considered asking, but it’s nice to hear the words.”
He smiled, and her stomach flip flopped at the sight. “Okay.”
He set his fork down and reached across the table to take her hand in his. “Sutton Cooke, will you officially be my girlfriend? No more fake dating. Let’s give the real thing a shot.”
She stared at him for a moment, then smiled.
Standing, she released his hand and came around the table.
He pushed his chair back, and she sank into his lap, his hand coming to rest on her knees, his other on her back.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
Reese buried his hands in the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged her mouth down to his, sealing her soft moan behind her lips.
She pressed her body close to him, frustrated by the amount of clothing they wore.
Breaking the kiss, she removed her blazer, tossing it away from her body as she reached for the buttons on his dinner jacket. She carefully undid them and slipped her hands underneath the thick fabric to push it off his shoulders.
He dragged his arms from the sleeves, his hands coming to rest on her bare arms.
Pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw, he teased his lips down her neck to her collar.
“So beautiful,” he murmured into the curve of her neck. He gave her a nip on her neck, and her head fell back, his lips burning a path down to her chest.
Her breasts were heavy and ached for his touch, straining against the confines of the sparkly pink dress. She didn’t wear a bra with this dress since it wasn’t needed, so all he had to do was tug on the zipper and release her.
He slipped one of the thin straps down, following it with his lips, sliding his fingers into the other to remove it as well.
“Yes,” she whispered, shifting on his lap. His erection pressed against the side of her thigh, and she looked back down at him, his hazel eyes darkening to almost brown with desire.
She placed her hands on his face and drew his lips to hers for another kiss, heat spiking through to her core.
Cupping her jaw in his hand, he brushed his thumb over her cheek, pulling away to look at her.
“Remember,” he said, “if you want to stop, you say so. No questions asked.”
His consideration for her brought tears to her eyes. “Okay.”
They looked toward the door when they heard it open, watching as the small staff of three exited the apartment.
“Is that everyone?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She smiled and stood, then straddled him, bringing her body down against him.
“Oh my God,” he groaned, moving his hands to her back, resting them on the zipper. The dress sagged as the metal slipped down the track.
Sutton pulled the slim straps from her arms, and the sequined fabric bunched at her waist, revealing her breasts to his gaze.
“Perfection,” he whispered, cupping them in his hands.
His lips teased one nipple, and she cried out, the soft flesh pebbling under his warm breath.
He drew her into his mouth with a gentle pinch of the other, her hands sliding into his hair to hold on as heat engulfed her. Releasing her, his tongue traced gentle circles around her stiff peak as his fingers played with the other.
Dragging her hands from his hair, she reached for his dress shirt, determined not to be the only one half-naked. Plucking each button free, she made sounds of appreciation as his muscular chest was revealed.
“Pads really do hide everything,” she said, tugging as hard as she could on the shirt.
He lifted his hips, and she moaned as he thrust up against her, her body so wet against his dress pants—the lace of her thong a thin barrier between them.
Distracted now, she ground her body against him, his thick cock pressing against her clit now that she was open for him.
“Oh… uh… fuck,” she whispered, holding onto the dress shirt as she rode him.
Waves of need crashed over her, driving her desire higher.
I’ve fantasized about this so many times over the last couple of weeks. It’s even better than I imagined.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Take what you need, Sutton.”
He released her breasts and moved his hands down to her butt to drag the dress up and grab the thick flesh, helping to keep her steady.
With one last thrust, she splintered. Her body came apart against him, and she threw her head back with a cry, shivers coursing through her.
When her body finally calmed, she slumped against him.
“Wow,” she said into his shoulder. Leaning back, she looked at him. “Did I hurt you?”
He smiled and placed a hand on her cheek. “No.”
“Good.”
She sighed, leaning her head into his palm. Shifting against him, his erection bumped into her inner thigh, and she leaned back. A dark wet spot stared back at her, and her cheeks flushed.
“I think I ruined your pants,” she said, looking back at him. “Sorry.”
“I’m not,” he replied, gently tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “I told you to take what you needed, and you did.”
“Where did you come from?” she whispered, surprised by him at every turn. “You’re like one of those unicorn book boyfriends that you only find in romance novels.”
He truly was one of a kind. She had never met someone like him before, and it was starting to feel like he wasn’t real, and this was some kind of fever dream.
He was wealthy, an athlete, but he was humble and kind. And he cared about other people.
“I don’t know if I’m that good. I still have my flaws,” he said. “I do like money.”
She waved his statement away. “Everyone likes money; that doesn’t count.”
His laugh filled the apartment, and she had to laugh, too.
She was sitting mostly naked on his lap in his beautiful home, talking about flaws.
This is a little bit ridiculous.
Looking down at his mussed shirt, she tugged on it.
“Take this off,” she said.
He held up his hands, and she helped him with the cuffs, then the shirt disappeared into the abyss. He grabbed her dress bunched at her hips and tugged it off, leaving her naked but for her lace thong in his lap.
“I need to take these off, too,” he said, lifting his hips a little.
She reached down to unbutton them, releasing his satin-covered cock. She dragged her finger over the tip, and Reese sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.
“Wait,” he said, stalling her hand as she went to wrap it around him. “I want to come inside you.”
Her jaw dropped, and she gasped as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. She crossed her legs around his waist, and he carried her across the apartment to his bedroom, the giant windows of the space letting in the moonlight.
He placed her on her back on the bed, stepping back to remove the rest of his clothes.
Oh my God. He is gorgeous.
He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks, then dragged his dress pants and briefs down his legs, revealing his thick shaft to her.
Her eyes followed him as he moved to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He grabbed a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, tugging the thin barrier from the package to roll it onto himself.
Stalking back to her, he leaned over her to kiss her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. He tugged the thin scrap of lace off her body, tossed it away, and dropped to his knees.
Hauling her legs over his shoulders, he parted her lips with his thumbs and buried his tongue inside her.
A cry ripped from her as he devoured her, his tongue swiping up her slit before stalling to tease the sensitive nub.
He circled it, the gentle pressure driving her desire higher with each pass.
He thrust his tongue back inside her, and she clutched the bedsheets under her hands, her body arching as he moved his thumb to her clit.
“Reese!” she cried, her thighs clenching his face as she exploded, her orgasm roaring through her under his ministrations.
She was barely back down from the high when he slipped into her, driving his cock deep inside. He grabbed her thighs and held on as he thrust into her, his hazel eyes boring into hers.
She reached for him, and he released her legs, leaning down to kiss her, her hands clutching his face as he continued to move.
“Please, touch me,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Where?” he asked, slowing his thrusts to a leisurely pace.
“My clit,” she said, surprised by the boldness she felt.
Only with him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, taking her lips and burying his cock deep inside her again. He moved his thumb to her clit, and she cried out, her body still so sensitive.
He teased the nub in time with his thrusts, pushing her orgasm closer and closer.
“Come with me,” he whispered, her orgasm crashing over her as he groaned, driving his cock deep inside her as he came.
His body shook against hers, and she could only clutch onto him as her body shuddered beneath his, her desire-fogged brain struggling to clear.
A few minutes later, he groaned, moving to lie on the bed next to her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
A harsh chuckle escaped from her bedmate. “It was.”
She rolled onto her side to look at him and placed a hand on his chest, his heart racing underneath her fingers.
He grabbed her hand in his and turned it over to kiss her palm, tingles sliding up her arm from where his lips warmed her skin.
“Let’s go shower,” he said, sliding off the giant bed.
He held his hand out to her, and she took it, following him into his giant bathroom.