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I hear James's voice from outside the door. "You don't have to hide. I've already seen you naked." His voice is amused.

"Funny," I say, grabbing a pair of short black heels.

I slip them on and come out of the closet, going straight to the vanity. Light makeup it is.

I can see James gaping at me in the mirror. "I think you might be superman," he says.

"Why?"

"Because that's the fastest I've ever seen anyone change."

A smile creeps across my face as I put in a pair of silver earrings. I  run a brush through my hair and opt only for a quick sweep of mascara  and a little dab of lip gloss. "Good enough," I say.

"More than good."

"I'm really sorry I lost track of time. Wait till we're seated in the  dining room-you won't have any problem leaving after that."

James grabs my hand to pull me against him, and kisses me. It's light  and teasing and god I can't be thinking about this when I'm with my  parents. "I could think of some ways for you to lose track of more  time," he says.

"I wish," I say, laughing and making him stop. "I have to go."



I think this dinner has been the longest meal of my entire life. In  fact, I think that my father's clients somehow broke time to make this  seem like forever. This couple is rich as sin and they're commissioning  my father to build a house for them on a piece of beachfront property  they recently purchased. The woman's laugh is on my last nerve. It was  on my last nerve even before she asked, "So, Vera, what do you do?"

I didn't get the chance to answer. My father chimed in immediately.  "Following in my footsteps." There was a giant smile on his face, even  though I knew it was fake. "I've been trying to convince her to come  work for me. We'd be unstoppable."

"Cheers to that," the husband had said, and raised his glass to us. I  pressed my lips together and tried to smile. Take a drink. Chew my food.  Just get through it.

It's almost nine now and I feel like I'm slowly dying. This couple has  said nothing of actual substance the entire night. It has been all about  their other properties, their exploits in society, and the woman's  trips abroad to go shopping. I like shopping as much as the next girl,  but I don't have to switch continents to do it.

When my mother finally signals to one of our staff to clear the plates  from the table I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  She gestures to our guests and asks me, "Will you join us in the lounge  for some coffee?"

We all stand. "If you don't mind," I say, "I think I'm going to call it  an early night. I've got to get an early start tomorrow. It was nice to  meet you." I shake their hands, ignore their slightly surprised goodbyes  and make my escape. I can deal with it if I get a lecture tomorrow, but  I am not going to spend another hour listening to them talk.         

     



 

I take my heels off at the top of the stairs, letting my feet breathe  the rest of the way to my room. I wasn't planning on actually going to  bed when I said it, but I might. I'm tired-I never knew boredom could  make you that tired. Guess that's something I should be aware of from  now on. I toss my heels in the corner of the room and take out my  earrings.

"How was dinner?"

I swear I jump about a foot. James is lounging on my bed-I was so  distracted I didn't even see him when I came in. My heart is pounding  from the adrenaline. "What the hell are you still doing here?" This  surprises me, but I can't say I'm not happy about it.

He says, "I have two answers to that."

"And they are?"

"The first is that I didn't want our biggest interaction today to be a fight. And the second, is that you wished."

I give him a look. "I wished what?"

"Before you went down to dinner, I told you I could think of some ways  for us to lose track of time, and you said ‘I wish.'" He shrugs. "Well … "

I start laughing. "You want to have sex with me while my parents and my father's clients are in the house?"

"If by sex," he says, lowering his voice, "you mean stripping you down and pleasuring you till you can't breathe, then yes."

My stomach drops to the floor. Even as my body heats up and I feel  myself get wet, my mind is panicking. "This isn't what I thought you  meant when you said we'd figure it out," I say. "You said you'd wait."

"I can wait," he says, "if that's what you really want. But if you're  willing to take the risk, I'm going to take you to bed. And I'm going to  fuck you until we're both satisfied."

My pulse jumps again, and I can feel the wetness in my pussy soaking  through. I think about the risk. It's been years since either of my  parents set foot in my room-their master bedroom is in another part of  the house. And they'll be occupied for at least another hour …

The absurdity of these thoughts suddenly hits me. I am an adult, and I  don't need to sneak around. I want this man, and if I want to let him  take me to bed then I'm going to do that. It's none of their business. I  walk over to my bedroom door and lock it.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" James asks.

"Shut up," I say, straddling him where he's sitting, "and take me to bed."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

His arms reach around me, pressing our bodies together as he devours my  mouth. I can feel his hardness through his jeans and a shudder goes  through me at the memory of it and the anticipation. His fingers are at  the hem of my dress, and I raise my arms to let him take it off. My bra  follows and he's kissing me again, hands roaming my skin and spine.

Something rushes through me, like a door has been opened, and I can  suddenly feel. The vulnerability of being held by him-nearly  naked-undoes me. It's so simple, and yet I know deep in my gut I've  never felt anything quite like this.

He raises his arms, and I remove his shirt so I can see his naked skin  for the second time today. This time I get to touch him, fingers tracing  and teasing. I taste him. My lips are on his collarbone and I let my  teeth graze along his skin just so I can feel him shudder. And then  James moves and he's over me on the bed, eyes filled with lust and fire.

"Are you satisfied?" he asks.

"What?"

"I said I was going to take you to bed until we were both satisfied. So I'm going to keep asking you. Are you satisfied?"

"No," I say. How long will it take me to be satisfied? I've never craved  anything like this, and I'm a little worried I might never have enough.

His hand slides down my stomach and suddenly he's there. His hand is in  my underwear, his fingers sliding through the slickness of my pussy. My  back arches up and I try pushing my mound against his palm as he teases  me. He's touching me everywhere but where I want. His fingertips draw  along the sides of my opening. They swoop up and above my clit. Each  touch is closer, and closer, but never giving me what I crave.

"I'm going to taste you," he says, and he presses his mouth against me  through my panties. He sucks through the fabric, and I can feel his  tongue pressing into me, and the scratch of cloth inside of me. The  feeling is so raw and alien that I get wetter. I know he feels it too.

He pushes the fabric aside and licks my hot skin, and I swear loudly. He  laughs, and the sound vibrates through me. I can't breathe. He uses his  teeth on me, softly biting my clit and pulling. I get wetter again, and  he doesn't let any of my juices escape. He covers me with his mouth,  and my mind cannot process the fact that he's drinking me.         

     



 

He pulls away and removes my panties and in seconds his head is between  my thighs again and I'm fisting my hands in the bedspread. He hums  against my clit, and I swear I will throw my vibrator away because even  his voice is better than that thing. My hips move against his face and I  can't control it. This is exactly everything I needed.

He slides his hand under my ass, and I feel his finger pressing against  me there. I freeze, anxiety rushing in. "Trust me," he says, nipping the  inside of my thigh. "Let me in. Relax."

He isolates my clit between his lips and pulls, sucking and biting and  making it swell. The wave of pleasure that rides over me gives him his  chance and he slips the tip of his finger into my ass. I gasp, the  intrusion feeling huge and wrong and right and I don't know.

"You've never done this?" he asks.

My voice is barely a breath. "No." I manage to lean up and look at him  between my legs. His smile is nothing but sin as he locks eyes with me  and licks my pussy. Just the sight of him licking me nearly sends me to  the brink, but he takes his time. He keeps licking and holding me on the  edge as long as possible. The finger in my ass presses deeper, sending  strange new sparks through my body. He pulls it out a little, pushes it  in. Out, in, out, and in. I close my eyes.

The sensation is wholly new and I can't say that I don't like it. His  finger moves faster, and his tongue goes to work again, thrusting deep  inside me. Oh god. Fuck. I think I'm swearing out loud. He's fucking my  ass and my pussy at the same time and my body can't keep up with the  rhythm. Every stroke is a wave of pleasure and I don't have time to  recover and he knows that and he doesn't stop, he just goes faster.