On another lazy Wednesday morning, I enjoy the sweet tranquility of Kaitlyn’s bed to which she and I returned after breakfast. Her head rests on my chest, and my arms are wrapped around her. I revel in the flowery scent of her soft hair and in the feel of her creamy skin under my fingertips while I draw lazy circles on her bare shoulder. The only sound is our slow, steady breathing and the occasional satisfied sigh. There’s no room for any troubling thought in my relaxed state.
It’s been six weeks since we met. Saying my craving for her body has lessened since then would be a big, fat lie, but I realize every day anew how feelings for her grow. Every time I have her in my arms or talk to her, I discover something unexpected, and not only about her but also about myself and my ability to develop feelings that go beyond something purely physical. Being with her has become my favorite part of my newly established routine, and even though work cuts our time together short, we still manage to see each other every day.
“Hey,” I whisper, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “Will you read to me?”
Kaitlyn lifts her head and looks at me, blinking. “Really? I haven’t read anything for days. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
With a tentative smile, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and caress her cheek with my thumb. “It’s the last chapter. I don’t want it to end.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen slightly as she studies me for a moment. With a small sigh, she sits up, leans her back against the headboard, and grabs the printed pages from her nightstand. I scoot closer, and she motions for me to position myself like usual: my head resting on her sleeping shorts-clad thighs so she can run her fingers through my hair and I have a nice view of her beautiful face, and her covered yet still gorgeous chest, of course.
She starts reading, and my gaze wanders over her full lips, her delicate nose, and her soft eyes that flicker left and right as they move over the page. A pleasant warmth spreads within me as I watch her and listen to her soothing voice. Looking farther down her body, I notice the small strip of bare skin below the hem of her camisole. I gently run my fingers along the waistband of her shorts, making goosebumps erupt all over her skin, and that warmth turns into heat, bringing a jolt of desire with it.
Kaitlyn stutters momentarily and clears her throat before she reads on as if nothing happened. “He tore open the door, staring into the pitch-black night. The howling wind–”
“Hold on,” I interrupt her. Sitting up, I take the pages from her and place them back on the nightstand before I pull her onto my lap and wrap her legs around my waist. She stares at me, but then her lips lift in a sexy smile, and she cups my face with her hands. “Kiss me,” I murmur. I straighten my back so my lips almost touch hers, but she is the one who closes the remaining distance between us.
Our kiss is gentle at first, but once she presses herself harder against me and grinds her hot center over my growing erection, it gets more passionate within seconds. She moans into my mouth before she pulls back to rid me off my shirt, taking off her camisole right after.
A deep, guttural sound escapes me when she leans into me to continue the hot and deep kiss. Her chest touches mine, and her hard nipples brush over my pecs, causing a soft tingling, which intensifies the heavier our breathing grows. Her scent fills my nose, and a wave of testosterone rushes through me, generating an unbearable need to bury my rock-hard length in her soft core.
“Ah, yes,” she moans as I run my hands over her smooth skin until they find her breasts to caress and massage. Just as I am more than ready to rip off her shorts and panties so I can sink into her wet heat, she scoots back and positions herself between my legs.
With my head tilted to the side and a slowly building smile, I watch how she kisses her way over my chest to the waistband of my underwear. My eyes widen, and my heart beats even faster when she slides her hand inside to grab me.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan. “What are you doing?”
“Making you feel good.” She gives me a sultry smile before she takes off my boxers to free my erection and lowers her head. The second her lips touch my tip, I groan, close my eyes, and let my head fall back. I bury my fingers in her hair so I have something to hold on to. This time, she doesn’t start slow and sweet. She has a firm grip on me as she strokes up and down my length while she swirls her tongue and takes me deep in her mouth, sucking me off with such delicious force that I’m quickly close to the edge.
“Ah, babe, stop,” I groan and unwillingly move away from her. “Otherwise, this will be over way too soon, and I want to fuck you first.”
Kaitlyn sits up, and a soft moan escapes her. She jumps off the bed to take off her shorts and panties. She grabs a condom from the drawer of her nightstand and tosses it to me. I barely manage to roll it over my cock before she’s back on my lap straddling me. “Okay, fuck me, hard,” she murmurs onto my lips.
I gasp and chuckle. “Oh my gosh, I created a monster.”
She leans back to look into my eyes. “Yeah. See what you do to me?”
I smile at her, wondering if she’s aware of the things she does to me. It’s not the way she makes me feel. It’s the fact that she makes me feel at all. Until now, sex has been just that—a physical act. But with her, it’s much more. Every touch is more intense, every kiss is more intoxicating, and every time I sink into her, I feel things that are entirely new to me. We still haven’t talked about anything concerning our future, or about how I’m in way too deep and don’t want to let her go. We only live in the moment, and right now, I want to be buried inside her, but not just inside her body, but also inside her mind and soul.
I grab her hips and lift her up. She positions my erection at her entrance and slowly lowers herself onto me. As I guide her up and down my length, her sweet moans spur me on, and I pick up the pace, thrusting into her fast and deep, complying with her command.
After taking me over the edge with her, we lie in each other’s arms, and I tighten my grip on her.
No, I don’t want to let her go.
When I walk into the Kingston Bar that evening, I know at once something is wrong. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as soon as my gaze falls on Daniel sitting at the bar. When he spots me, he gets up from the stool, a deep frown etched on his forehead. The way he slowly approaches me leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and gone is the feeling of elation from this morning.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What happened?” I ask as he comes to a stop in front of me.
Daniel lets out a long breath. “He’s here.”
I grind my teeth, having no doubt about who he means. “Where?”
He tilts his head to the right. “In the back room. He knows Howard’s not coming in today. He wants to talk to you. Alone.”
“Hm,” I say with a curt nod. “Is it just him?”
Daniel shakes his head. “That Russian guy is with him.”
I draw in a long, slow breath. Squeezing Daniel’s shoulder, I lower my head before I walk to the back of the bar. With a hammering heart, I stand in front of the room and take one last deep breath before I open the door and step inside.
The only light comes from one of the overhead lamps, shrouding the large room in semi-darkness. I can hardly make out the small bar at the back or the lamps along the maroon walls. This is our VIP area that guests can book for whatever social gathering they want to hold, and when it’s not used, it’s scarcely furnished. I spot some chairs stacked in the far corner next to a few tables. I look around for as long as possible so I don’t have to acknowledge the two people sitting at the table that’s probably been set up for them in the middle of the room underneath the overhead lamp.
“Aaron.” Jackson’s voice makes my scalp prickle. Our eyes meet, and my first thought is that I want to finally wipe that smug grin off his face. “Please, sit.” He points to the one free chair on the opposite side of the table.
As I do, my gaze briefly falls on Jackson’s confidant, Victor. He stares at me with cold narrowed eyes and pinched lips. Ignoring him, I turn to Jackson. “What do you want?”
Jackson leans forward, rubbing his chin with a sigh. “The month I gave Howard to think about my offer is up, but I know he’s with his wife right now. Poor Catherine isn’t doing too well, so he knows better than anyone that time is pressing. And you...” He takes a deep breath and holds it in before he slowly releases it.
“If you’ve come to ask if I changed my mind–”
“No,” he interrupts me harshly. “I was counting on you to come to your senses once the deal was completed, but a fact was brought to my attention that changes things. I’m not sure I want to stay friendly and patient for much longer.”
I clench my jaw. “What fact?”
“You fucked my innocent little sister.”
I snort. “Never would I touch anyone from your filthy family.”
“Is that so?” He gestures to Victor, who produces a large brown envelope from underneath the table and slides it over. “Have a look.” Jackson juts his chin, his eyes never leaving mine.
I lean forward and grab the envelope, not breaking eye-contact either. My gaze only falls on the envelope when I tear it open with a racing heart. I’m trying my best not to let my unease show, but when I look at the contents, my breath hitches in my throat. Several pictures show me in a compromising position. Shit, I did fuck his innocent little sister a couple of months ago. How did I not recognize her? Well, she wasn’t innocent, that’s for sure. Neither was her friend.
I slip the pictures back inside the envelope. I inhale deeply and slowly through my nose. “This changes nothing,” I tell Jackson. “She wanted it; I don’t owe you anything. Neither will I work for you ever again, nor will I talk Howard into selling.”
“Maybe it doesn’t change anything for you, but I’ve come to the conclusionthat I must take action.”
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. When I don’t answer and only keep my eyes fixed on him, a smug smile spreads on his lips. “I was thinking about having a nice chat with Kaitlyn. What do you think?”
I barely manage not to draw in a sharp breath or jump over the table to beat the shit out of Jackson. Fuck, how could I have been so careless? I should have known he’d find something to put pressure on me. I should have stayed the fuck away from Kaitlyn, but I was too selfish to see. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to her now that she got dragged into this. I should have fucking known he’d make this personal.
While I try to ignore the pounding in my ears, I firmly press my lips together and wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts. “I have no idea who you’re talking about,” I say in a carefully controlled tone and with as much calm as I can muster. The heat that flushes through my body doesn’t help.
Jackson barks out a laugh. “You’re usually such a good liar, Aaron. That girl must mean something to you. So, do we have a deal?”
Unable to utter a single word that won’t make this any worse, I grind my teeth and glare at him.
“I take your silence as a yes. You do what we want from you, and we’ll leave Kaitlyn alone. I gave Howard one more week to decide. Help him make the right choice.” He glances at Victor, who nods. Jackson turns back to me. “One week.”
With that, they get up and leave while I stay behind, just sitting, staring. Inevitably, thoughts filled with self-loathing pop up. I should have never given in to the craving; I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Kaitlyn. As the consequences of my actions become clear, one thing is sure: I have to make this right.