It's A Crime (11 page)

“I own this hotel,” he paused, “and a few others. This apartment is my home. It’s solely for my use.”

“Oh
...Well, that
would
make them YOUR elves I guess.”

H
e smiled again. He placed his elbows on top of the table and rested his chin on top of his pointed fingers. She squirmed and looked uncomfortable.

“Well, Ace, I would like to return the favor and cook for you. No elves involved. Just me.”

He looked at her, stunned. He was more than a little surprised to see she seemed to want to spend more of her time with him.

“I’d like that,”
he said quietly, “very much.” He was stupefied.

“Hey, don’t feel obligated
,” she quickly interjected. “I mean, I realize...I know you don’t owe me anything. I don’t know anything about you, except your some real estate mogul who has a lot of rules and killer bedroom skills.”

Yeah, that did it.
He was hard again. She looked at him, pensive.

“I am just trying to return the favor
, so to speak. I mean…I don’t know if you have to get home to the wife and kids or the...” She trailed off.

H
e needed to assuage her fears. She looked so uncomfortable trying to decipher the situation.

“Hey
.” He grabbed her hand. “I would really like that.” He tried to find the right words so she would not misinterpret his intentions. “And I don’t have a wife, or kids.” He paused, deliberating his next thought. “Don’t have the time. I’m a dyed in the wool workaholic, accustomed to the money, and more importantly, the power...I don’t see anything changing.” He raised his eyes and became fixated on her lower lip.  The fullness, perfection.  He needed to veer his thoughts elsewhere. “I like structure and rules, as you are fully aware.” Her great smile rewarded him again. “All that aside, I would love it if you to cooked for me.” He looked at her, gauging her response. “I admire your love of food. It’s a passion I have as well. Problem is, I am in New York until Friday. Unfortunately that leaves me tonight.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “If that’s okay with you...I’ll bring the wine.” His searched her eyes, hoping against hell she would take his offer.

“That’s actually perfect!”
Relief washed over her face, gratifying his experience. “How about a nice thick steak with the works?” she suggested.

“
Sounds like heaven,”
he mimicked her response from the previous evening. “I need to take care of a few things. I have work to do, but afterward I’m all yours.” He continued, “When Ray takes you home he’ll have your address. I could be there with wine in hand...say 7:30?”

“Perfect. As far as Ray, um…thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to put you
...or Ray out,” she countered. “I have some errands I need to run before tonight anyway.”

“Ray would be happy to take you wherever you need to go.”
He leaned forward, assertive. He needed her to know he was not only in control, he was insistent.

“Um, I…great. Thank you.”
The smoothing of the crinkles on her forehead showed his way was more convenient. A self-satisfied smile worked its way to her stunning, seductive mouth.

She plunged her fork into her plate and began shoveling the food into her mouth as fast as humanly possible. The smile playing on her face told
him she was planning something. He only hoped he didn’t disappoint.

“Cole?”

“Yes?” He looked up at her.

“You’re going to be so happy you said you’d come for dinner.” She giggled. The sound, like perfectly synchronized chimes, set
him on the edge.

The look on her face
is priceless.

H
e laughed at the tinkling sound of the bells. “Grace?”

She looked into
his eyes. “Yes?” She put herself out there. He could have been a total shit, but she had this hold…he didn’t know…he just wanted to see her happy…smiling. That made
him
hot.

“I already am.”
His cock hardened. “Now finish up. I’ve got something I want to show you.” His voice became husky…he gave his hand away…

She pushed her plate forward.
He stood taking her hand, leading her to the opposite side of the long dining table.

H
e untied his robe, letting it fall to the floor. She quivered. No turning back. He reached down, lifting her up onto the table, spreading her legs wide. He stood between her thighs.

H
e lifted her face up, slanting his mouth on hers. She licked her lips and he was done. He crushed her lips with his own. Breathing her in, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. Running his tongue over her lips, tracing the shell of her ear, he lost it. His breathing became labored. He kissed her shoulders, softly nuzzled her neck. His nose found the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply. He wasn’t able to get enough of her.

She grabbed
his hair and pulled him down to her mouth, kissing him deeply, with the abandon of a harlot. He growled, his hunger for her desperate, his mouth covering hers. Needy sounds escaped her lips. He gave her everything he had, all the passion and hunger inside him.

She spread her legs wider.
He took the queue, stepping in closer, needing no other invitation.

H
e pulled her body to the edge of the table, then lowered to his knees and pushed his hands up the inside of her thighs. Lifting his finger to his mouth, he sucked hard and lowered his finger to her clit. He let out a moan when he saw how wet she was. His control waning, his resolve non-existent. He wanted her…now.

H
e lifted her legs over his shoulders and pushed her back on the table.

“Oh
, baby. I’m out of my mind. I want you…so wet…you are so wet…I never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck your sweet tight little cunt.”

His
voice low, gravelly. he slowly inserted his fingers into her. Her sweet wet lushness surrounded them. He lowered his head to her honey sweet cunt, flicking and darting the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit. Her hips moved slowly at first, then faster. Then she arched her hips, meeting his demanding tongue. She moaned in ecstasy.

“Tell me you want me inside you.”
he said, his voice husky.

“I
need
you inside me,” she begged. “I want you so bad, I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” It was barely a whisper.

H
e wiped his mouth on the inside of her thighs then stood and made a trail up to her navel with his tongue. He lifted her up as his mouth took hers, tasting her, his hard cock rubbing against her inner thighs. He held his cock in his hand and slowly inserted himself into her. Cupping her ass, he lifted her onto him. She let out a gasp as he plunged inside her, burying himself. He rocked his hips back and forth. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

“Your cunt is so wet and tight. I want you to feel me come in you.”

Her face altered. A look of determination swept over her.

H
e needed to drive them both home. Feeling the tightening in his arms, he lifted and lowered his cock inside her. She looked, watching him. The expression on her face changed. She wanted more. She wanted to please him, she wanted to feel her orgasm. He looked into her eyes as he slid in and out of her...the look he was met with drove him over the top. He pushed and pulled his hard cock out of her tight pussy. She turned him on like no other woman could. No other came close. Then she gave a guttural cry.

“Cole,
I’m going, I’m going. Ahhhh...Now. Now.”

H
e quickened his pace and intensity, ramming into her as the sweet bliss took over. She dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer, tighter to her. A hard shudder shook him and a growl rose in his chest. His hips plunged, rotated. He shuddered as his cock pulsated in her. He came, the feeling elevating him to a new high as he spurted his hot thick cum inside her. 

She
was the high, she rocked his world.  The thought of her with anyone else warped him, pushed him to a place he was sure no one should ever see. Could he be falling for her? Seriously falling in love with this woman? Not knowing what that particular feeling was like, he was mystified.

No!
Couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen.

You got me
, Ace
. He heard it. Somewhat unintelligible, but he heard it.

God help me.

Chapter 10

Cole walked me down to the waiting car and kissed me passionately. Then assisted me into the SUV.

“I’ll see you later
,” I said.

“Looking forward it.”
He sounded genuine.

“Good morning
, Ray, it’s nice to see you again.” I pasted a bright smile on my face.

“Miss
Preston…it’s always a pleasure.”

I waved to Cole as we pulled away from the curb.
 

My thoughts
immediately turned to the previous evening.  I squinted my eyes tight recalling my brazen behavior.  Hoping against hope he thought better of me than I thought of myself right now. I was having a hard time reconciling the fact I really enjoyed my rather promiscuous behavior. He pulled on chords I didn’t remember ever playing…it’s been so long since someone possessed my body like that…I was dumbfounded, which in itself for me, was rare. 

I am used to saying when and who, but last night railroaded me. 
I bent at a whim, moaned at a touch…the pleasure so intense, it rattled me.  It was as liberating as it was embarrassing.  I let myself go to places I haven’t visited in so long.

             
Snap out of it!  Time to get your shit together Grace…Man Up!

“Mr. Grayson said you needed to make a few stops.” Ray spoke, snapping me instantly out of my reverie.  I looked up and met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “It would be my pleasure to take you wherever you need to go.”

I cleared my throat, fearful Ray
would know my X-rated thoughts.  “Um…thank you, Ray.” My face reddened and I started typing notes into my iPhone of what needed to get done before Cole’s arrival, planning my “perfect evening.” I had one night to capture his attention until I could figure out how to earn his affection, or at least his unadulterated lust.  I needed a lay of the land so to speak, a direction to follow.  Something that would help me stand out…

“Agent Provocateur
, on Madison,” I told Ray.

Ray
nodded. “Yes, Miss.”

I met
with Cheryl at Agent Provocateur, known for its luxurious and scandalous undergarments, and selected the most seductive treat I could find, along with a few other goodies.

“So
Grace, who’s the lucky man?” She said looking me over. “All the times you’ve been in here I don’t remember ever seeing you so particular.”

“Cheryl, you don’t know the half of it
.” I waved my hand in the air ending any conversation she looked to have.

She
finished wrapping my garments in their trademark gold and cream striped tissue paper. Taking my bag, I climbed into the back of the car, and directed Ray to my next stop, the West Side Meat Market. 

When
I got home, I called Michelle, filling her in on last night and my plans for tonight. After I hung up, I quickly straightened the apartment. Once I was satisfied everything was in its place and looked perfect, I removed the Riedel decanter and wine glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the granite counter. I made the Caesar salad dressing and placed it, along with two salad plates, in the fridge to chill. I made the fresh garlic/sage butter, also putting that into the fridge. I sliced the potatoes for my Au Gratin, mixed the ingredients and put the casserole in the oven. I went into the bedroom, changed the bedding and set the lighting. I laid out clothing on the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I stood under the stream of hot water, I reminisced about this morning after breakfast.