“Hold me,” she said with her silver eyes burning into me.
“Always,” I spoke into her mouth. I had no idea what always meant; I’d never even experienced always with my family, or anyone else for that matter. Being friends with James was the closest I ever came.
“Or I’ll fall,” she continued to whisper while coming undone, panting and moaning. When she started grinding into me, I welcomed it like a glass of a lemonade on a hot day.
“Give me all of it,” I said in a commanding tone.
She left my mouth and tried to take off her glasses.
“No,” I said firmly. “Want you to see me.”
She acquiesced and moved to bite my earlobe before sucking on it hard. Her hand twisted in my longer-than-usual hair and pulled a little harder than I thought she knew possible. I moaned like a lion on Pride Rock. She was pushing my buttons as if she knew what made me tick. During our one and only time together, I hadn’t yet figured out I liked it rough, the slightest bit teetering on dangerous.
Now, she continued to suck on my ear and I made equal work of her neck, suckling, and taking my fill of her tastes. Peaches and cinnamon, I guessed.
Just when I didn’t think I could survive any more sensation, I pushed my length against her core. Both of us still fully clothed, yet hotter than anything I’d done with clothes off in years. I still had her braced against the wall, legs around my waist, and we were dry humping like a bunch of teenagers. And I was happily surviving it all.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m sixteen with you. I could get off like this.” I whispered the words in her ear, and she started to go off, writhing right there in my arms, riding me to her orgasm. I leaned back a smidge and said, “Beautiful.” It was hushed and meant for me, but she heard, her head popping straight up.
“Um, wow,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to…to get so carried away.”
Her hair was frizzing a tiny bit around her ears. I took my hand and smoothed one side back. “It was perfect. More than.”
“I don’t think it was meant to end like that.”
Running my lips along her cheek, I released her leg and said, “It ended in the best way possible.”
She nodded, slipping out of my grasp, tugging her messy bun down and allowing her hair to fall around her face, adjusting her glasses. She was staring off at the cooler bag in what I guessed to be an awkward moment for her.
I didn’t want her to feel that way, so I said the only thing possible. “Ice cream? It’s chocolate.”
“Mmmmm,” she hummed and parts of me stirred to life again. Tonight wasn’t about me though.
“Beautiful James,” I said, taking her hand. Her skin was warm, and my hand glided over her fingers. A need to feel more of her, to get closer again, overtook me, and I tamped it down. There would be other times.
Finally, both of us standing over the cooler bag, I unzipped it and pulled out the chocolate ice cream. I’d sent my parents’ housekeeper to get it, instructing them to pick the least-fancy one.
“We missed the start of my show,” Jamie said, slipping out of my hand and over to a cabinet, extracting two bowls and then grabbing a couple spoons.
“You’re gorgeous, that’s why,” I whispered before taking a spoon and feeding her ice cream straight from the tub. We stayed like that, alternating bites from the same spoon with an ease I’d never experienced in Los Angeles.
She could watch the show on demand.
Jamie
The black SUV stood sentry outside the hospital, so for the second day in a row I slunk in the back and through the kitchen. Safely tucked inside the elevator, I wondered if Ford Conway would intrude on my entire day again. I took a sip of my coffee from my insulated cup, willing myself to fully wake up. I needed to speak with Ashley again, although I suspected, when it came to Ford, my instructions would go in one ear and out the other.
The man was the most convincing jerk I’d ever known. Used to getting his way, he demanded it.
Last night I had just finished an online yoga class when he showed up at my door. I didn’t even have time to explain the outfit or what I was doing before he barged into my night.
It wasn’t like I really protested; Ford was my kryptonite. Always had been, and it was kind of embarrassing in my forties that he still was.
“Good morning.” Ashley sat up tall at her desk with a bright smile.
“Ashley, do you know what you shouldn’t have done?”
“He said it was urgent.”
