Smooth Kisses Page 6
I do. I didn’t realize I’d closed them. “It doesn't hurt,” I admit. I know this isn’t pain. It’s something else altogether. His eyes are soft as he gazes down on me but I can feel the tightness in his body. He is begging me to let him move while his eyes stare into mine making sure I’m okay.
“Take me,” I tell him. I wiggle myself willing him to move. He groans as I feel myself clench around him. Now, my body is pushing him on too.
“I’m going to make an ass of myself.” He shifts to brace himself. I don’t know what he means. I don’t ask because I get lost when he starts to thrust in and out of me. All I can feel is him everywhere. It isn't just the fullness but his hands and mouth are all over me. I get so lost in the moment. Before I know what’s happening, I’m coming. I try and cry out his name but his hand goes over my mouth as he buries his face in my neck.
I cry out my pleasure into his hand. I feel his release deep inside of me but he doesn't stop thrusting in and out. He groans into my neck but keeps pumping into me. I feel another orgasm push forward and I don’t know how but I’m going to come again.
“Give it to me, Wildflower,” he demands into my ear. His words cause a third orgasm to erupt from me. My whole body shakes under his. He jerks and more of him releases deep inside of me. My entire body relaxes. My legs fall away from being wrapped around him. I don’t know how or when but at some point he shifts us and I’m now lying on his chest. I look down to see his still hard cock pressed against his stomach glistening with my juices, a small trace of my innocence there too. All the wetness still coats my thighs, but I’m ready to do it all over again.
My eyes close as his hand drifts up and down my bare back. The only sound is of the ocean and his heart thudding in his chest as I rest my head here. I could lie like this forever. This is paradise. I never want to leave here but I know he will. Everyone always leaves. This place was built for moments in time. I just hope this one means as much to him as it does to me. This memory will stay with me forever even if Andrew can’t.
15
Andrew
“The contract is here,” Anna says, coming into the suite where I’ve set up my temporary office. I can’t leave until Smooth has signed it so even though the bachelor party is over, I will be here for the indefinite future. “Also, Mr. Dixon is outside and would like a moment.”
“Send him in,” I say, my attention already fixed on the contract. Everything appears to be in order. I flip through the pages. It’s standard, with escalating bonuses the longer she works for the company along with the minor changes I recommended of providing her a lump sum signing fee in place of the apartment and car we usually provide. “This looks good.”
“I know.” Anna clutches the contract to her chest and beams.
“Don’t look so excited about leaving me. I’ll get a complex.”
“That would be impossible,” she murmurs and ducks out.
“What’s impossible?” booms Dixon as he steps inside.
“Me missing your wedding. That’s what you’re here about, correct?” I say, folding my hands in front of me.
The bachelor gives a weary sigh and drops into one of the black oversized leather chairs. “Yeah. It’s in a week, if you haven’t forgotten.”
“I have not. It is on my calendar.”
“Good, because if you don’t come to the wedding, the bride’s going to be mad as hell.”
My alarm antennae go up. “I hope she’s not intending for me to hook up with one of her friends.”
Dixon grimaces. “Maybe? Do you have any scotch in here? I’m dry as a desert.”
“There’s liquor in the cabinet over there.” I wave my hand toward an inlay chest planted on top of a three-legged pedestal. “I’m already taken so perhaps I should extend my regrets.”
Dixon’s head, bent over his highball glass, whips around to pin me with questioning eyes. “Since when are you taken? Did I pass out for an entire year? I thought we were just partying a day ago.” He squints up in the air. “Or was it two days ago?”
“It was two,” I confirm. “And no, you were not in a year-long coma. I’ve met someone and you can be the first to congratulate me.” I lean back and place my hands behind my head. “I’m getting married.”
He drops the glass on the floor, the booze soaking into the expensive wool rug. I shake my head. The deposit in these executive suites has to go up to accommodate the upper classes.
“You’re what?”
“Getting married.”
“Wait.” He bends down to pick up the dropped glass. “I thought you just said you were getting married.”
“I am. I’ll do the courtesy of tying the knot after your wedding, and I’m attending because I wouldn’t miss it but I won’t be available to any of Tara’s friends. You should let her know.” I glance at my watch. Smooth should be taking her five-minute mid-morning break down in the solarium. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”
He shakes his head no, still dumbstruck from the news. I grab the contract, give my friend a nod and then head downstairs to find my Wildflower. She is seated at a tiny table with about five staff people waiting in line to see her. I lean against a pillar and watch as she gives advice and solves problems and generally lives up to her name. After the line disappears, her shoulders fall and she rubs a hand across her forehead. I wonder what drives her because it isn’t money.
“Good morning,” I call out so I don’t surprise her.
She jumps lightly anyway. I smooth a hand across her back and lean down to give her a kiss. “I see you’re working hard as always.”
She fidgets with her napkin before tossing me a smirk. “My boss is in town and I’m trying to impress him.”
“I suspect he’ll give you a promotion once he sees how well you’re doing.” I set the contract over her plate and take a seat opposite her. The chair is so tiny that my frame doesn’t feel supported. If I had to hazard a guess, she had these made so that no one would sit with her. Thinking back, I realize that she’s a loner. She might be surrounded by people at all times, but she maintains a bubble around her.
“What’s this?” She picks up the contract and starts reading.
“It’s my plea to you to save my company.”
She looks at me over the top of the papers. “You’re on the Forbes list of richest billionaires. If your company is going down, it’s doomsday for the world’s economy.”
“All the more reason you should sign.” I pull a pen out of my breast pocket and slide it over to her.
“I don’t want to leave this resort, Andrew. I’ve already told you that.” She places the contract back on the table. “I like it here. I’m good at what I do. I don’t want to leave.”
I don’t like to be told no and my first instinct is to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out but if I don’t get her to leave on her own, she’ll come running back. Every problem has a root cause and I just need to figure out what the issue is here. “What do you like about this place?”
She looks down at her plate. “It’s...home to me. It’s my first job out of hospitality school. The management here took a chance on me even though I didn’t have much experience. I’m needed here more than anywhere else. I know that they need me in this place.”
“I need you.”
The corners of her lips quirk up in a sad half smile. “For now you do, but what happens when the flame dies out? No one has bought my place here. I belong because I’ve earned the trust of the people around me. If I take your offer, it’ll be because you found me interesting for a short while. The people who I work with will know that I wouldn’t have gotten the position if it hadn’t been for the fact you wanted to sleep with me.”
Is it respect that she wants? It’s not as if I plan to bed her and abandon her. Maybe the contract I should have had prepared was a marriage one. I should have brought a ring, not a pen. “Then marry me and you’ll have all the respect you deserve.”
16
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“It’s all just a contract, right?” I stand. His offer of marriage stung. It shouldn’t bother me. I kept telling myself this would end. The fact that he’s trying to keep me longer should warm me, but instead all it does is hurt. “I have to get back to work.”
I pause, looking down at him, not really wanting to leave but knowing that it’s for the best. I try to convince myself that he is doing me a favor. This way will be better for me in the end. I might as well get the hurt out of the way now. I already had a hard time pulling myself from him this morning. His arms felt like home and I didn’t want to leave. Before this goes any further and I get more attached to him, I need to walk away.
I can’t read his expression. I think he’s a little shocked at my complete refusal. I know I am but I hope I’m hiding it well. “Unless you’re firing me.” I tilt my chin up, trying to be defiant.
“I’m not firing you,” he grits out. A slice of desire runs through me at his tone. It’s the one he gets when he’s fighting for control. “Sit.”
I start to sit back down in the chair I’d been perched in. He is, after all, my boss. He shakes his head no and points to his lap. I should turn and walk out but he’ll probably chase me down and I will end up in his lap anyway. Besides that, I miss him even if I am currently mad at him.
I plop down in his lap. I try and make it uncomfortable for him but he’s unfazed by it. In fact, he actually relaxes in the tiny chair. I don’t know how the chair doesn't give out. He already looks too big for the thing. I made sure they weren’t too comfortable so people wouldn't linger. Andrew didn't seem to care though. If he wants to be somewhere then he’s there. There is no stopping this man if he wants something. My concern is how long his want for me will stick around. I am scared that he will abruptly lose interest in me. From the beginning I have tried to wall off a part of me by saying this was only a fling but I know I’m only lying to myself. I’m in deep already with this man and my heart belongs to him.
“I’m not a dog,” I snip. I turn my head away from him pretending to be defiant when really I know exactly what I’m doing. He moves my hair off one shoulder, causing me to let out a small sigh. He rubs his nose against my neck before kissing me there. It’s crazy that I want to marry a man after such a short time. It’s nuts to even be tempted by the offer, but I am. I already feel like I know him so well, yet he’s still somewhat unpredictable. That’s what has me on edge with him. It may be me that’s all over the place now that I think about it.
“I know what you are,” he says against my neck before taking a small bite of me. I moan as his hand slips under my dress. “You’ve been running around without panties on,” he growls into my neck. I didn’t put them on this morning on purpose. For this very reason. I try to hide the small smile that’s trying to escape. Andrew has woken something up inside of me and I crave more. I try and part my legs more but the chair doesn't really give me that option. I am suddenly regretting them.
“It’s not required. If you expect employees to wear panties maybe you should put that in one of your contracts.” I glance at the papers on the table. I hate them. Each time I look at them I am reminded of what they signify. I should be ecstatic about the opportunity Andrew is giving me but the only thing I am is disappointed.
His offer is more than generous. I should be snatching it up and signing on the dotted line. When he said he needed me, my heart leapt with happiness. That feeling was short-lived when he merely switched one contract for another. I don’t want him to marry me because he thinks it’s the answer to keeping me a little longer. I’ve seen my mother burn through plenty of marriages in my time. I know that’s not what I want for myself.
Marriage has never been more than a contract to my mother. I want and deserve better than that. Maybe it’s this place that gives me this whimsical idea of a happily ever after. I get to see so many happy couples come and go each week. Sure, there are also the messy couples who fight here and there but most are truly in love. There are always a few bachelor parties sprinkled in too. I get to see people get married or spend their honeymoons here. Last week we did a vow renewal for a couple that has been together forty years. They still looked at each other with such love. It made an ache form deep inside of me that wants to be filled.
Andrew softly places another kiss on my neck. It’s so sweet and tender it catches me off guard when he moves so suddenly. Before I can figure out what’s happening, I find myself bent over the glass table. The contracts go flying to the floor. The cool air hits my bare skin as my skirt is thrown up. His hand comes down hard on my ass cheek, causing me to let out a moan. I wiggle my ass at him, almost begging him for more. A sense of relief comes over me as if this is exactly what I need from him. My body aches for him more than I ever knew was physically possible.
“Is this what you need, Wildflower? You need me to help you unwind? Maybe I should smack that beautiful pussy of yours next.” I lift my ass higher this time, trying to get him to take the bait. “I’m going to make you come and then we are going to have a reasonable conversation.” He slaps my ass harder this time while pushing two fingers inside of my wet pussy.
I’ve gone from being mad and hurt to so turned on my whole body throbs for release. Somehow he always knows what I need. My legs begin to shake as my orgasm builds. He abruptly removes his fingers from me, causing me to gasp.
“I need to be inside you. I need to feel your sweet cunt squeezing my cock.” I hear him loosen his belt buckle and then he is pushing his cock inside of me. I come instantly, shouting his name as he continues fucking me from behind. All of the anger and pent-up emotions that have built up while I was away from him disappear..
“Another,” he demands, his hand slipping around to find my clit. It doesn't take much for him to have me falling right into another orgasm. My whole body goes lax as I lie on the glass table. He falls partly on top of me, his warm body caging me in under him. A life with him would be wonderful if it was forever.
I fear I’ve become like my mother and I too have become a workaholic. I’m probably not wife material either. I don’t have to follow in her footsteps though. I could choose something different.
“Selena.” He groans out my name as his cock slips from inside of me. I miss him already and he’s still pressed on top of me. “I need you.” He uses those words again. I should ask the question that is plaguing my mind. What kind of marriage would this be?
I go to turn in his arms to face him but pause when my eyes catch on the letterhead of the contract laying on the floor. The Law Office of Sara Witten is written as the header. There, in black and white, is my mother’s name. Andrew had her draw up these contracts. My stomach drops. The pain that slices through me is not like any other that I’ve felt before. An audible gasp leaves my body as the betrayal becomes apparent. I still turn but when I do I shove at Andrew’s chest. Now, I’m the one catching him off guard as he stumbles back a step. My dress falls back into place but I feel his cum leak down my thighs. Again, we hadn't been safe. Anytime I’d brought up protection he said I didn't need any from him.
“My mother,” I say. Andrew goes to right his clothes.
“Your mother?” He looks at me, confused. He tries to close the distance between us but I put my hands up.
“I won’t sign anything with her name on it.” I shake my head. “She’s why you’re here, isn't she? She sent you to collect me.” I can’t believe this is happening. I fight back tears.
“Selena.” He uses my real name again. I don’t like it.
“I’ll make this easy. I quit.” My heart is breaking. It already feels like I’m losing it all. I might as well walk away from everything. I could start again. It isn't like other hotels haven’t tried to scout me out. I’ve done it before. I know when it comes to my mother it is never a fair game so I don’t bother playing. I am good at being smooth for others but in my own life I am anything but that. There is no smoothing that woman. This is low even for her. She went for my weak spot. Love. I’d
thought maybe I found it but I was right from the start. This was all just a contract.
I don't need to ask what kind of marriage this was going to be. Her name on those papers is all I need to see to know exactly how a relationship with Andrew will be. I want no part of that. I may have fallen for him but I learned a long time ago to put myself first. That’s exactly what I plan to do.
17
Andrew
It takes me a second to put the pieces together because Sara Witten has never mentioned she has a daughter—possibly because the two are estranged. But if there’s a choice to be made here between my very competent lawyer and the love of my life, obviously the decision goes only one way. I pull out my phone and dial Anna. Smooth eyes me with suspicion.
“Yes sir?” Anna picks up immediately.
“Get Sara Witten on the phone.”
“Is there something wrong with the contract?”
“No.”
“What are you doing?” Smooth asks. Her hand rests lightly on the table, ready to push off and bolt at the soonest moment.
“I’m getting rid of any impediment that might stand in the way of you being mine.” It seems obvious and simple.
“Ah, sir, Ms. Witten is actually here at the resort and she’d be happy to meet with you.” Anna comes back on the line.
“I’m in the solarium.” I hang up and face Smooth. “Your mother is here.”
Smooth erupts. Her hands go up in the air. “I knew it. You came here because my mom wanted you to, didn’t you? How long did it take to concoct this plan? How much did she pay you?”
She’s so upset she can’t think straight, I realize. Otherwise, she’d see how foolish her accusations are. “As you said before, I’m one of the richest men in the world. What could your mother possibly offer that could be an inducement to give up my bachelorhood?”