His Obsession(7)

She twirled round, screamed and fell on her ass to the floor. Stephen went to her, helping her to her feet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. Ursula knew the damage was done. The laughter in his eyes along with the smile confirmed her suspicions. He was laughing at her.

“You could wear a bell you know.”

“Are you sure you could hear me?”

The heat spread in her cheeks. “So, you could have done the gentlemanly thing and left.” She got to her feet, rubbing her butt.

“I never said I was a gentleman.”

“You live in a mansion. You reek of money and silver spoon crap. You’re a gentleman.” She cried out as he caught her hips in his grip, pulling her against him. He placed his hands under hers cupping her butt. She felt the press of his cock against her stomach. Her mouth went dry while her pussy grew wet with want.

“I may have money, but never mistake me for being a gentleman. When I see what I want, I take it no matter what the consequences are.” His voice captured her attention making it hard for her to look away.

Biting her lip, she stared at him, conscious of the possessive way his hand moved down the seam of her ass. She got the sense if the fabric weren’t there he’d be running in between her cheeks. He buried his face in the curve of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to get him closer. Goose-bumps erupted on her arms. Her breathing changed as her nipples grew hard. The bra she’d chosen this morning felt too tight when her nipples swelled with arousal.

He kissed her neck, causing her to moan. Every touch felt amazing. She was not the woman with the jerk-off boyfriend. She was Ursula Mills, a woman with needs. Slowly, he kissed up her neck to her cheek. One of his hands moved from her ass to cup her cheek. The tenderness in his touch was not lost on her. His thumb rubbed her bottom lip pulling it out from between her teeth. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep doing that,” he said.

The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted the moment. She turned her attention away looking over his shoulder. His body remained wrapped around hers. Their reflection in the mirror over on the far wall caught her attention. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. He’d caught her up in his arms, pushing her breasts high up. She looked like a seductress with a fat ass.

Don’t let that jerk invade this moment. Stephen doesn’t see you like that. Feel his cock pressed against your belly. He wants you.

You want him, too.

She shook her head, pushing on his chest to break their contact. He let her go, and she sensed he let her go with great reluctance. “You’d better answer the phone.” She picked up her phone, which had fallen out of her pocket during her fall.

He stared at her for several moments then left. Only when he left the room did she let her breath out. Her hands were shaking from what had taken place. They hadn’t kissed, yet her lips looked red and swollen. Turning away, she began to clean. The scent of her cooking assailed her, so she put her cleaning supplies away and made her way to the kitchen. Stephen was seated at the counter on the phone. She ignored him, going to the over to check on the chicken. His conversation sounded like work. Turning away she went to the pantry to gather ingredients to finish off the chicken.

When she entered the kitchen, she saw he’d begun to chop some tomato and cucumber for the salad. “Will you be joining me today?” he asked.

“If you want me to.”

Stephen caught her cheek getting her to look at him. “I want you to eat with me. I like your company.”

“Then I’ll eat with you.” She moved away to grab the chicken from the oven. Coming back to the counter she saw him cutting the cucumber wrong. “Don’t do it like that.” Ursula leaned over showing him how to get the watery seeds out of the centre. In doing so, the long sleeved blouse she’d been wearing came up from the stretch, exposing her bruised wrist. She didn’t have time to cover it up before he caught her wrist, holding it up to inspect.

“It’s nothing,” she said, trying to extract her hand from him.

“Nothing? This looks like somebody squeezed your wrist, Ursula.” He refused to let her go. She turned to face him staring into his questioning gaze.

“It’s nothing.” She repeated the words and hated herself for it. “It was an accident.”

“Are you going to tell me you walked into a wall or perhaps accidentally walked into a bear and the bear got so angry he squeezed your wrist and slammed it down?” His anger echoed off the walls.

“You don’t need to be sarcastic. Bears are nowhere near here.” She tried to brush it off by talking about something else. He wasn’t having any of it.