He flashed a wicked smile. "I think you already agreed a while ago."
"You must be insane if you think paying off my boss for my time is equivalent to me entering some sort of agreement with you."
"Oh, I am not talking about today. I'm talking about the party. You can't tell me you felt nothing for me that day and since then."
I inhaled sharply and his cologne wafted through my nostrils. It was as intoxicating as that night on the terrace. Reminding me of what I ran away from. "I haven't thought about you at all." My lie was obvious even to him. He chuckled and leaned back. I relaxed, but only a little as I watched him take a sip of his neglected drink.
"Is this my past coming back to haunt me?" He said.
Until his father came to me with his insane proposal, I hadn't thought of Carey in a while. Yes, he would pop into my mind from time to time, but he was never a preoccupation. Not as much as he was when we were young. I choked up most of his behavior towards me as one part trust fund kid behavior and two parts boredom. "Like I said, I've never thought of you."
His eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms. "I felt something different from you the other night. I could have sworn you wanted to seduce me."
Was he onto his father's scheme? Should I tell him? But I had already decided I no longer want to go through with it. I should tell him, I thought, but before I could say anything he said, "I guess I shouldn't think too highly of myself."
"It's an easy assumption to make. I am pretty sure most women in that room were jealous of me when they saw you taking me to the terrace."
"And yet I cared for none of them except you." He reached out his hand and took mine in his. The move was so sudden I didn't have time to react or do anything else except acquiesce when he pulled me towards his side. "You can't tell me that I was the only one who felt the explosion when we kissed."
My heart pounded so hard against my chest I wondered if he could hear it. I should go. I should drop him gently or harshly, so he put the thought of him and me out of his head. But I couldn’t. As much as I wanted to run away from him, I wanted to runtohim as well.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." His gaze traveled from my eyes to my lips and rested there. "You might not be as obsessed as I am with you, but fuck if I haven't wondered how your body would feel, naked and soft against mine."
"Carey." My voice was throaty with excitement and sounded less like the plea to stop and more like a plea to continue the inevitable. A kiss. He took it as such and placed his lips on mine as though he were thirsty. As what he has been yearning for all this while is me. His scotch-tasting kiss drives me mad with the same desire he felt. Everything disappeared. The bar. The city. Until it's just him and I. My mind turned to mush and I all I wanted is Carey Hawthorne. It was as though he has unlocked a box within me full of feelings I didn't know I had. The kiss was wild. And when he pulled me against him and, as his hand went down to my lower back, something inside me nudged me back to reality. I push away from him. "Not here," I said.
"Your place or mine."
He asked because he knew. There was no way I was going to say no to him. I wanted him too much. He wanted me just as much. The desire between us was begging to be explored. And besides, would it hurt if I felt good just this once? Carey was promising a no strings attached one-night stand. We could be together for this one night and never again. I doubt he wouldseek me again after that. He's a love 'em and leave 'em type. And that was good enough for me.
"Yours."
Chapter 3
Thalia
HIS PLACE WASan apartment on the Upper East Side, on one of the most coveted addresses in the city. We left the bar immediately after I said yes. He only gave me a few minutes to get out of my uniform and gather my things, then he took my hand, led me to his car, and drove to his place. He barely let go of my hand throughout the ride. As though he was afraid I would disappear in a puff of smoke if he didn't hold me for more than a minute. It felt good to be that desired even only for a night.
As soon as we entered the apartment, he took me in his arms and covered my lips with his. He didn't waste time by turning on the lights or closing the door. He held me against him as he kissed each other without seeking breath. His hunger for me had not dissipated. If anything, it seemed to grow.
Carey's hands were all over me. Squeezing and caressing, driving me insane with the same passion he exuded. We kissed like it we were each other's life-force. We clung to each other, finding support in the passionate storm that engulfed us.
I heard things cluttering to the floor. My bag. A phone. Followed by something softer. His jacket. His hands went to my blouse, and he made quick work of the buttons while I struggled with his. Frustration got the better of me and I ripped away the remain two. He chuckled, then moaned when I claimed hismouth and pressed my breasts against his naked chest. The next item to go was by bra. We both groaned when my nipples rubbed his chest.
Carey slid his hands down to the zipper of my skirt while I nervously removed his belt and pants. The minute my skirt pooled around my feet, he grabbed my buttocks and soon I was floating as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him walking while he kissed me senselessly.
At some point, I felt him stop, turn, and then I was being placed on a soft surface. I opened my eyes to see him staring right back. We were in his bedroom now and I was lying on his bed while he hovered above me. There was light in this room, or maybe he turned it on when we got in. His gaze traveled down my body. Inspecting? Appreciating? Even though we were both naked, I felt more exposed. His body was amazing. Well sculpted and beautiful. I had seen him shirtless before when I used to work during vacation. He was a teenager then, but he already had a well-defined body. He had grown into it now, and he was all male. I wondered what he thought of my body. If I measured up. "So exquisite. I've dreamed about this," he said before capturing my nipple in his mouth. Surely he meant ever since last week, even though it felt like he was referring to a much earlier time. Is that what he tells all the women he slept with?
Jealousy tightened in my belly, but I soon forgot it when he flicked my nipple with his tongue, making me arch against his chest. He tortured and played with it until I was writhing and moaning, then he went to the other nipple and delt the same pleasure. I was like a toy in his hands, and I loved every minute of it. His hands went to my panties and slid them down to my knees. His briefs were next to go, revealing his hard cock. As though compelled by the organ, my hand went to grip it. He was hot, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. I glanced up at him. His facewas taut with barely controlled desire. Feeling bolder than usual, I rubbed the head of his cock and smeared the pre-cum over it. He hissed. His reaction boosted my confidence. I spit on my palm and rubbed his cock up and down, my gaze locked onto his the entire time. Another bead of cum pearled and just as I was about to lick it, he moved my hand away and pushed me down to the mattress.
"If you continue like that, the show will end way too early," Carey whispered in my ear. He leaned over to the nightstand and took out a condom and put it on.This is it, I thought.I am about to have sex with Carey Hawthorne. I should stop this.But I wanted him so badly there was no way I was ending this.It will only be just this night. Tomorrow will be a new day and he will go back to forgetting I exist.
I felt his cock nudge at my entrance and I spread my legs to welcome him. He entered me gently, the cords of his neck tight, showing his restraint. I wanted all of him. I wanted the animal he was keeping at bay. So I arched my back, grasped his butt, and pulled him deeper. He groaned against my neck.
"Thalia."
"Give me everything you've got."
His lips brushed mine. "This will be over in a couple of seconds, if I do."
