Finally we reach the destination, I hand him a tip and make a quick exit to avoid getting drenched again by the rain that continues to fall.
I go through the door to the lobby and it’s just now noon, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing Krew behind the sign-in desk, his cell up to his hear, a soft curse escaping his lips.
“Looking for me?” I ask coyly.
He whirls around, tossing his cell on the countertop. “Where the hell did you go? And why weren’t you answering your fucking phone?” he snaps.
“Language,” I caution, giving him a grin. I plop my backpack up on the counter. “I just Ubered back to my dorm to get my laptop so I could work on a paper due Friday, and to pick up some extra clothes since you seem to enjoy holding me captive as your sex slave.”
He suddenly relaxes, shaking his head and working up a smile. “I got worried when I went upstairs and you had vanished, is all. Didn’t mean to worry you. I came down here on my way out, but the door to your office was closed and it sounded like you were on a call so I didn’t want to bother you. I figured I’d be back by noon anyway, which guess what? I was.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean to come off all bossy like that. I have to cover the front desk until one or so. Want to do a deli for lunch after that?”
“Sure,” I reply, “Just give me a call when you’re ready and I promise this time I’ll answer.”
He leans across the counter and gives me a sweet kiss, and yes, my heart does the pitter-pat thing. “See ya soon, babe,” he says, giving me a naughty wink.
I swear Krew Beckett is blessedly insatiable.
20
Hurts So Good
Krew
It’s nearly ten at night and I’ve got Carson face down on one of my massage tables, totally naked, on her tummy while I’m listening to her soft moans of pleasure as my hands expertly roll back and forth with measured pressure, massaging her upper torso and shoulders. I then use my elbow, to give her a deep tissue massage between her shoulder blades.
“Ahh!” she screams, and I stop because damn, I’m not trying to hurt her.
“Sorry, sorry, babe,” I apologize.
She lifts up and turns her head to glare at me. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“Because you screamed?”
“That’s because it hurt so good! Keep doing that Krew,” she orders, laying flat again.
I chuckle and my hands resume their muscular magic on my girl. Yeah, I’m claiming her as mine.
“Oh God,” she groans, “Those hands. I don’t know anything that delivers more pleasure than your hands, Krew.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Oh is that right?”
I quickly roll her over onto her back, dropping my gaze down to her heavenly breasts, and traveling further down to her beautiful pussy. “Would you like me to show you another part of me that seems to make you scream, Princess?”
She releases a soft giggle, her eyes daring me to continue.
Game on!
I’m already shirtless, we’ve been working out, but now I lose my sweats, and quickly spread her legs on the table, kneeling between them.
“I’m going to show you just how much my tongue can make you scream, Princess. And then, I’m going to show you how my hard cock will make you scream,” I inform her as my fingers ply her soft folds apart, and my head dips down to feast on her pussy.
My tongue traces the length of her slit as my thumb circles her clit with light pressure. She wriggles beneath my touch, her soft moans spilling from her lips with every flick of my tongue and every push of my thumb against her hard nub.
My cock is rock hard.
It’s during this lusty moment my cell phone on the other massage table rumbles out the tune I have set for one special caller, and one caller only.
Fucckk!
“Shit, I’ve got to take this call, babe,” I growl, pulling back from her, my feet dropping to the floor. I grab the cell, and take several quick strides to exit the room. As I head down the hall I hear Carson call after me: Krew Beckett I’m going to kill you!
I tap the screen taking the call. “Beckett,” I say gruffly.
The voice on the other end is clear and concise. “We’ve got ‘em.”
Thank fuck.
21
Free Falling
Is Krew Beckett a player? A cheater? A married man?
These are all the questions going through my mind as I re-clothe myself after his ill-timed and somewhat abrupt departure at the most inopportune time I might add!
Am I pissed? Curious? Suspicious?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I feel like I need to go upstairs get my stuff and call Uber. So that’s what I do.
The door to his office is closed, so apparently his phone call is still in process. Fucker.
I’ve just finished packing up my stuff and Uber is four minutes away when Krew makes his appearance on the stairs as I’m going down them.
“Babe?” he says, his eyebrow lifted in confusion, “Hey where are you going?”
“Back to my dorm.”
“Hey, wait. Now I’m sorry for having to leave you hanging like that, babe. But I had to take the call. It was business.”
“Really? I ask, tossing him a glare. “A physical therapy emergency? How does that work? Somebody get a Charley Horse?”
He tries to win me over with his smile, but it’s not working. “Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. We’re not in a relationship, I just want to go home. My Uber is here.”
“Now wait a fucking minute!” he snaps. “What’s with all this bullshit? You aren’t just a one-nighter for me for Chrissake! I don’t know what we are, Carson, but I can tell you this, we are something!”
“Oh really? Well go ahead, Krew. Tell me what we are?”
