Page 16 of A Kiss at Midnight

I’m surprised to feel pleasure building inside me as I free him from the confines of his silk briefs... and oh my. A surge of panic washes through me as I gaze at his solid length, slowly cupping him in the palm of my hand. He’s hard, thick, and long, and I’m not sure how we’re going to fit together. I squeeze his thick flesh and am rewarded by a low groan rumbling from his throat. I want to make this man come. I like that he’s shaking beneath my touch.

Knowing I’m causing him to tremble gives me the confidence to continue. I slide my palm over the slick tip of his shaft, using his own lubrication as I glide my hand up and down his length. His breathing quickens, and I begin moving faster, knowing it won’t take long for me to learn how to make him explode.

He’s breathing heavily as I stroke him and lean forward, taking a couple of inches of his thick shaft into the warm recesses of my mouth. I suck him as I stroke, his pleasure surrounding us as he moans. I take him deeper, feeling him pulse on my tongue... and then warmth fills my mouth as he groans loudly and shakes beneath my touch. I gentle my sucking as I lick the head of him, tasting every last drop of his pleasure.

Finally I pull back, then look up at the man I’ve pleasured, the first man I’ve ever done this with. There’s a visible sheen of sweat on his forehead as he gazes down at me, shock and desire still sparking in his unusual silver eyes.

He finally reaches down and pulls me to his body, my legs shaky as he presses me against him. Neither of us has spoken. I’m not sure what comes next. He leans down and kisses me for a brief moment. Then he pulls away and moves to the pile of my clothes and grabs my long coat.

He holds it out and I shakily move toward him. He places the coat on me, then begins buttoning it... all without saying a single word. He grabs my discarded clothes, shoves them into his computer bag, and moves to the door of his office. I’m staring at him, unsure of what to do next.

“Let’s go,” he says.

I don’t ask where. I made the offer to him, and now I’m his. I’ll soon find out what comes next by following him from the office, feeling incredibly self-conscious, knowing I have nothing on beneath this coat. I feel like the guards can tell I’m naked beneath my coat as we pass by them. They stay professional... and I start to wonder if this is a terrible idea. I don’t need office gossip to chase me out of this building.

We move to the garage, he holds open the passenger door of his vehicle, and I slip inside. He climbs into the other side and begins driving. I’m not sure where we’re going... but I’ll soon find out. I started this... but there’s no doubt he’s going to be the one to take over ... and the saddest part of all is... I think I like it.

Chapter Review

Chapter Nine

Blake

I’m not sure what I’mdoing. This isn’t something I normally think, let alone say aloud. The only thing I do know right now is that I’ve desired this woman for over a month, and here she is, showing up at my door, offering me a deal I can’t refuse. I shouldn’t be this hasty, but it’s too late for that now.

We’re in my car, driving to my apartment complex. I could stop this... but I won’t. I can tell myself this is nothing more than a business transaction... but I have a feeling I’m wrong about this as well. I desire this woman far more than I want to make a deal with Stanley Sheppard.

We pull into the underground parking garage at the huge apartment complex.

“You’re taking me home?” she asks, looking and sounding confused.

I smile at her. “We live in the same building, Jewel,” I say, dropping this bombshell and seeing her eyes widen in shock.

“I... uh... I didn’t realize you lived here,” she tells me.

“There was no reason for you to know,” I say. She flinches. I turn off the vehicle and let out a sigh. I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I don’t need to be an ass. This isn’t easy for me. I don’t trust women. I like a warm body beneath me, but I don’t trust a woman to be true, to be honest, to be a partner. I far prefer a business deal, which is what Jewel and I have here.

I do show respect to my business partners. I certainly don’t bow to anyone I work with, but I like mutual respect. I don’t need to make snide comments to Jewel, and I don’t have to scare her.

“Of course not,” she says. I feel a little better at the defiance in her tone. She might be instigating this, but she has her reasons. I’m not sure what they are... but I’ll find out.

I might be able to disguise my emotions like a professional poker player, but if I’m honest, I’m shaken up. I’m far from a newcomer to sexual pleasure — in fact I’ve pretty much seen it all — but still, when Jewel performed her striptease I had to force myself not to reach out to her, not to beg her to be mine. It was very difficult to stay calm.

I nearly lost all control when she lowered herself to the floor and her sweet, plump lips closed around my dick. I... don’t... lose... control... not ever. I’malwaysin total command of my emotions. I need to be more careful so I don’t slip up again.

Knowing I have to be careful, even though I’ve just had a mind-blowing orgasm, I want more. Ineedto feel myself sinking deep within her heat, to feel her body cradling mine. I love sex in many different ways and positions, love how for a few glorious moments the only thing on my mind is pleasure — no stress, no worries, no thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow. This is a haven for me in a world that has been less than kind.

I also love the buildup to sex. I love the way it feels to caress a woman’s body, to taste every inch of her skin, to hear her sounds as she’s pleasured. I love the different shapes of the partners I’ve been with, the different sounds they make.

Still, in thinking about all of this, there’s something different about the woman walking beside me to my penthouse. I want so much more with her, which is totally unacceptable. We can have a mutually beneficial arrangement, but I can’t crave her this much and still keep my sanity. I won’t stay with one woman... not after what I saw with my mother.

I close my eyes and am assailed by the sound of my mother screaming in pain. A shudder rushes through me as I snap my eyes open, then shake my head and force out the eerie note of my mother’s dying cry.

It’s been twenty-five years, and the anniversary of her and my father’s death is quickly approaching. I’m aware of what this means... this entire week will be hell. It doesn’t matter how much I think I’ve hardened myself...nothinghelps. I’ve heard people say that time heals all wounds... but they lie.

Time does nothing but haunt me. The only thing that helps: I’ve learned to numb myself from the pain as a means of self-protection. I also know I can only run on adrenaline for so long before instinct grows exhausting and can’t save me anymore. I’ve discovered that sexcanease the pain. Lots and lots of sex withmanydifferent women of all shapes, sizes, and colors can make me forget the pain of my childhood.

There are times I refuse to have my needs met, just to prove to myself I can go without it. I can’t give power of my emotions over to women. One thing that’s sure in this life —allwomen are like my mother. They need to gain something, and in the end, they’ll try to take it all from their latest victim.

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