Black: Part 3 (Black Series) (7 page)

“Well, if you ever want to talk about it…”

She gives me an appreciative smile and nods.

“Enough about me, I still want to hear about
your
steamy love life,” she says.

My brow pinches together.

“I already told you everything there is to hear…”

She turns her head, giving me a sideways look.

“Calvin
isn’t
who I had in mind… How are things going with the Office Hunk?”

An uneasy ripple goes through my stomach when I think about Wade.

“There isn’t
anything
going there,” I say. “I haven’t even heard from him since that night we went out.”

“You mean the night he came back here?” she asks, still giving me that sly look. The uneasy feeling tightens. “I told you he’s a player. He’s probably already banging someone else.”

I nod my head in agreement.

I may not want to be in something with Wade, but still, the thought of him with someone else doesn’t make me feel any better. Calvin is the man I want to be with, why should I care what Wade does or who he does it with?

But something about the thought of him with someone else still feels… wrong. It’s not like there was anything that really happened between us. And it’s not like there’s anything I want to happen between us. But there was still
some
connection there… right?

“Yeah. Probably.”

Calvin

“Sofie, you can’t keep doing this to me. You’re killing me.”

Her hand slides even higher up the inside of my leg. She’s not even paying attention to what I’m saying… My cock jerks again. I shift myself away from her in the booth we’re sharing at the restaurant.

“It looks like someone is ready to play,” she whispers.

Her eyes are locked on the bulge in my pants.

“You’ve been torturing him for two weeks, he’s ready for just about anything. He’s hard from when I wake up until when I go to sleep… and probably all night, too.”

Sofie appears way more amused by this news than she should.

“You poor thing,” she coos. “You think I should help him out a little?”

Her hand slides even further along my leg. Her fingertips are only a breath away from the base of my shaft. If I move my hips just right she’ll practically be clutching it. But even as I’m considering doing just that, she pulls her hand away.

A deep growl rolls through my chest.
 

“You’re lucky that I have so much self-restraint…”

Her eyebrows rise.

“Oh? And what would you do if you just couldn’t contain yourself anymore?”

The growl deepens as wondrous fantasies begin flashing in my head.

“I’d throw you down on this table and fuck you right now… in front of the entire restaurant.” I lean in close, until we’re cheek to cheek. “And I wouldn’t stop until you
squeal
my name.”

She bites her lip. The heated look on her face lets me know she’s not as in control of herself as she wants me to think.

Good
.

I shouldn’t be the only one that has to suffer.

“That sounds nice,” she says, finally.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

“You can’t be serious about waiting another two weeks, can you? Keeping my hands off of myself for a few weeks is one thing… but having you torture me the whole time is completely different. It isn’t right.”

She licks her lips, slowly, and gives me a considering look.
 

“You
have
been on your best behavior, I suppose…”

“I haven’t slipped. Not even
once
. Not even when I knew you would never find out…” I give her an intense look. “I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me. There isn’t anything more I can do to prove myself to you. If you don’t trust me by now then nothing is going to change your mind.”

She considers my words for a moment. Maybe she’s finally coming around? Maybe she’s not completely insane.

“There
is
one more thing…” she begins. My brow draws down. “One final test to make sure that you’re
really
as dedicated as you say you are.”

My pulse races even faster.

“What more is there to give you? Am I not allowed to even
look
at other women? I have to draw the line somewhere…”

She actually has the nerve to let out a little laugh.

“That’s not such a bad idea, now that you mention it…”

She holds her teasing smile for nearly too long. I swear to Christ, if she even dares ask me to do something that ludicrous I’ll get up and walk out of here right now.

“But I had something else in mind…” She draws out another long pause. She’s enjoying making me wait way too much. “I was thinking that we need to have… a sleepover!”

What the fuck?

“A
sleepover
?”

She nods.

“That will be the
true
test.” She gives me one of her sultry looks and traces tiny circles along my inner thigh. “And if you can make it through the night without anything happening…”

She leaves the comment open ended, as though the past two weeks of torture just haven’t been enough.

I stare at her in disbelief.

“Let me get this straight… You want me to lay in bed with you for a whole night and
not
do anything about it?”

The smile on her face spreads. I can’t believe her. She can’t really be serious, right? Sofie and I have never laid in a bed next to each other without fooling around.

“And you really think
you
can keep your hands off
me
all night?”

She shrugs her shoulder.

“I’m sure I’ll find
some
way to keep myself occupied.”

And, there it is…

I’m fucked. Not literally, mind you. That would be too good to be true. There’s no way I can survive an entire night of this torture. It will be the end of me.

But her eyes are so soft. Having her this close to me makes me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. I won’t do anything to jeopardize that.

So… It looks like I’m in for a night of the worst torture of my life.

What choice do I have?

Sofie

My legs squeeze together as another orgasm floods through my center. My entire body quivers and shakes in the wake of its intensity. When it finally ends, a long, satisfied, breath escapes me.

 
That’s three times…
tonight
.

I can’t remember the last time I came that many times in a single night. Calvin isn’t the only one that’s been all worked up by my endless teasing. I’m just lucky that I get to actually do something about it…

It’s been hard to think about anything else lately. Calvin’s gorgeous dick has been the only thing on my mind. And every time I think about it I’m left wet and aching. The fact that I’ve already come three times tonight doesn’t seem to matter. Laying here thinking about his cock is still getting me worked up and wanting more.

But a fourth time isn’t going to be possible. Not tonight. A knock at the door interrupts my fun.

BANG. BANG
.

I jolt upright, startled by the sudden noise.
 

Who the hell can that be? It’s already after ten and I’m not expecting anybody. I pinch myself and make sure it’s not another one of my fantasies about Calvin.

Ouch
. No, this time it’s for real.

Aimee’s been gone a lot, lately. Maybe this time it really is her. Or maybe it’s the real Calvin this time.

I climb out of bed and pull on my robe. I’m almost all the way to the front door before another knock rings throughout the apartment.

BANG. BANG
.

There’s a muffled voice calling my name from just outside. The voice sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.

I open the door and my jaw drops.

Wade Foster leans against the door frame. He’s wearing an expensive suit, and he’s got a leering smile on his face. The smile spreads even wider when he sees me staring back at him.

“Hey doll, miss me?”

Sofie

“Wade, what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night!”

He gives me a pained look.

“Is that any way to greet your boss?” he teases.

Only a single moment passes before the pungent smell of alcohol hits me square in the face. I stare at him in disbelief.

“Are you drunk?”

He shrugs a shoulder.

“I might have had a drink or two down at the bar.” He gives me a quick look, up and down. “But, I wanted to see you…”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard from you in weeks…”

“It hasn’t been that long, has it?” He tilts his head forward and gives me one of those George Clooney looks that he’s so good at. “We did have a good time, didn’t we?”

He leans in even closer. The smell of alcohol gets even stronger—it’s nearly overpowering. Suddenly, Wade loses his balance and stumbles into the entryway. I let out a gasp and he falls almost directly into my arms. Thankfully, he’s able to get his feet under him or I would have been full on tackled to the ground.

He gives me a sheepish grin while he straightens himself.

“Maybe I had more than I thought…”

“Yeah,
maybe
…”

I roll my eyes, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“That’s a pretty sexy little outfit you have on.” He eyes me up and down and I unconsciously pull my robe shut even tighter. “Do you always wear that to bed or is it just my lucky night?”

The question catches me off guard.

“It’s late, I was in bed…”

“It
is
late… too late to be roaming the streets of Manhattan.”

Then what in the world are you doing here?

“You should probably get back home, then…”

There’s a certain, knowing, sparkle in his eye.

“That’s why I came over… Your place was much closer than mine.”

I give him a nervous look.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone.”

He gives me one of his charming smiles. Despite the fact that he’s obviously drunk, he still manages to pull it off.

“Unexpected surprises are what keeps life interesting.”

I hesitate before responding.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

My hesitance doesn’t deter him.

“Is this about that ex of yours? I’ve got a few ideas about how I can help you get over him…”

My mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out. I’m so out of practice in dealing with men. Should I just tell him about Calvin? No, I can’t do that… I’m not ready to make any of that public, yet. If I make it public, then that makes it real. And I can’t let myself get caught up emotionally like that until I’m certain that Calvin is as changed as he says he is.

“It’s just… It’s late.”

Great answer, Sofe. You have such a way with words
.

Wade holds my gaze with that charming smile before responding.

“Fine, fine…” He holds his hands up and eases back a half-step. “But the offer still stands, for whenever you change your mind.”

He gives me one more playful smile, perhaps to let me know that he’s serious. But when he turns to leave, his foot catches the edge of the door as he steps out into the hallway.

Everything happens in slow motion.

Wade loses his balance and goes crashing to the ground. I let out a gasp, shocked by seeing the usually very suave man splayed out awkwardly in the hallway.
 
It takes me a moment to come to my senses and react.

“Are you okay?” I ask, rushing to his side to see if he’s hurt.

Wade rolls onto his back. There’s an enormous smile spread across his rose-tinged face. His chest heaves mightily as he bursts into laughter. The reaction is definitely not what I’m expecting.

“I might be drunker than I thought,” he bellows between laughs.

“You’re a mess. You need to sleep it off…”

“But my bed is so far away!” He bellows out another laugh. In his drunken state, he’s obviously finding the situation far more amusing than I am. But somehow, he manages to compose himself just enough to give me a helpless look. “You wouldn’t turn a drunk man out onto the streets like this, would you?”

Ugh. Men can be such a pain in the ass.

But, he’s right. He’s in no condition to try and make it home on his own. If I turn him away and anything happens to him I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

I let out a resigned sigh.

“Come on… You can stay here tonight.”

A boyish smile spreads across his face.

“I knew there was some reason I liked you…”

Calvin

Sofie shifts against my side. Her hip digs hard against my crotch. The groan that escapes me is mostly frustration, with a little pleasure mixed in.

She’s been doing this for at least ten minutes. Every single movement she makes is calculated and intentional.

“You can’t keep doing this,” I whisper.
 

She snuggles up closer to me, gyrating her hips back and forth a little as she does.

“Can’t keep doing
what
?”

A growl rumbles through my chest.

“You know
exactly
what you’re doing.”

There’s no way she can miss the bulge of my cock pressing against her. My erection has been massive since the moment we climbed into bed. No… Since the moment she walked through my door and took her first look around my expansive condo.

I live on the 45th floor of One Madison in Manhattan. As far as living situations go, it’s one of the most expensive places to live in the world. The famous and rich likes of Tom Brady and Rupert Murdoch have apartments in the same building. To say that it’s a step up from the shack Sofie lives in would be a gross understatement.

“I have
no idea
what you’re talking about,” she coos, innocently.

She grinds her tight ass back even further. The only thing she wore to bed was one of my white tee-shirts and a pair of lacy, black, panties. She didn’t even bother to wear a bra, and the way the shirt pulls tight across her tits leaves little to the imagination.

Not that my imagination needs any help these days… It’s been working in overdrive lately.