“Luke?” she said.
I cleared my throat. Through the thick fog of desire, my brain tried to list for me all the reasons why Ella and I could not be together.
She was my employee.
I had nothing to offer her.
Women were disloyal. Once she tired of me, she would find another willing replacement, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my heart. This reminder broke through my desire. “Look Ella, I like you very much, but I can’t do relationships. I’m not ready and I doubt I ever will be.”
She burst out laughing as she dropped her hands from my neck.
I wasn’t ready to let go of her. I kept my hands firmly on her hips and glued to my erection. Her reaction puzzled me and if I were honest, unnerved me. “What’s so funny?”
“I shouldn’t laugh,” she said. “But where did you get this idea that I want a happily ever after with you?”
“You don’t?”
“No, I don’t. Like you, I’m not ready and I doubt I ever will be,” she said, her tone sure.
“Does that mean…”
She held my gaze. “We’re adults, you and I. We enjoy pleasuring each other, so why not continue? No feelings involved. A physical, undemanding relationship.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Could I be this lucky that Ella wanted the same thing I did? Uncomplicated sex.
“We could be friends too,” she said. “Nothing wrong with that.”
I frowned. “You sound pretty experienced in this.” The thought of Ella with another man made me want to break something.
She laughed. “Let’s just say, I’ve had a relationship that has put me off of ever having another one.”
For the first time in my life, I wanted to pry into a woman’s private life and ask a lot of questions, but I didn’t. She had laid down the rules and I should be happy. Very happy and it was exactly what I wanted too. I didn’t question the odd feeling of unease in my gut. “In that case, we need to celebrate. What would you like to do? A glass of wine and—”
“Dance!” Ella shouted. “I’d love to dance.”
I grinned at her infectious energy. “Dancing it is.”
We left the library hand in hand, and I felt like I was walking on air. Ella had agreed to be my lover. My undemanding lover. This was what they called a win, win situation. Everyone’s happy. She, me, my cock…
In the living room, I left her to select the music and went to the fridge bar to fish out a bottle of champagne, which I carried back to the living room together with two flutes. I slowed my steps as Ella came into view.
Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the music.
I locked the double doors, placed the champagne and glasses on the table, then went to her. “May I have this dance?” I asked.
Her eyes popped open and she laughingly came into my arms.
How could it be that she felt so perfect in my arms when I had barely known her for a week? When we were together, sparks flew. The song probably wasn’t for dancing as closely as we were, but I didn’t care. The music could have been screaming hard metal and I would still keep Ella in my arms. I lifted her hair from her neck and kissed her soft skin.
Her hands caressed my shoulders. She turned her face, seeking my mouth. “Kiss me, you sexy man!”
This time, our kiss was unhurried. A leisurely joining of mouths and tongues. Ella raked her fingers through my hair. I caressed her ass and snaked my way under her dress to feel her naked skin. My hands roamed the curves of her hips as our kiss deepened. So soft. So sweet. Her thong barely covered her ass. Unable to resist, I cupped her soft ass cheeks and gloried at her near nakedness. My hands roamed over her ass and back.
In one movement, I pushed her dress up and over her head. “The less clothes you have the better,” I said to her as I took her back into my arms.
Her hand went to my crotch and fumbled with my zipper.
At the promise of her hand wrapping around my cock, it twitched and throbbed. I opened the zipper for her and pulled out my cock.
“I want to taste your cock,” Ella said and without waiting for my response, she dropped to her knees.
I hissed when her hand wrapped the base of my cock and her tongue tentatively flicked over the head. I closed my eyes as all sorts of wicked sensations came over me. Holding my balls in one hand, she licked the length of my cock. I rocked my hips to the beat of her strokes.
I made a strangled noise when she took my cock fully into her mouth. “Yes. Suck my cock.”
Except she took in only the head when I knew she could deep throat. I rocked my hips to make her take more of my cock into her mouth and throat, but she deliberately pulled back. I groaned in frustration.
She licked the tip, making sweet noises as if my precum tasted delicious. “I love your beautiful big cock,” she said.
“Then suck it properly,” I growled.
“Be patient, cowboy,” she said and continued to give me slow agonizing licks.
Her sweet tongue made me want to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
Her hand caressed my inner thigh as her mouth worked my cock and her other hand worked my balls. She finally took me in, a little at a time. Expertly, she swirled her tongue around my sensitive head.
Then when I was almost screaming with frustration she sucked me in slowly, swallowing more and more of it. It was wonderful to watch my cock disappear into her beautiful face. Then she began to suck me so hard her cheeks hollowed out as she bobbed her head. I groaned with pleasure as she increased her speed. I rocked my hips faster and faster. I came hard, my hot seed spurting into her
