Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (11 page)

He moved in and out of me, his eyes never
breaking from mine. It was as though his entire being was inside of me, filling
me with pleasure in every fiber of my muscle, every inch of my being. I grabbed
him with my arms and squeezed tightly as his hips pushed against mine, sending
waves of ecstasy through me. I bit on the lower lobe of his ear and licked it
slowly. He moaned loudly as he pushed deeper into me.

I quickened the movements of my hand. Leon’s
movements sped up and the two synced up, reality and fantasy working together.
I gritted my teeth and moaned through them as my body began to tense in
preparation for my orgasm. The sensation grew between my legs, shooting beams
of pleasure through my stomach and connecting at the nipples. Soon I was
feeling light-headed as I held my breath, determined to fantasize about how
Leon’s skin would smell, pressed against my nose.

I bit down on my lip and I bit down on Leon’s
shoulder. My hips rocketed up towards his and he pushed back, his cock sliding
in me deeper than any man had ever been inside of me before. I came harder than
I had ever come before by myself and I thrashed about in the water, a seizure
of orgasm paralyzing me.

“I need you,” Leon whispered in my ear. His
body turned as rigid as a floorboard while his cock pulsed inside of me, an
orgasm shooting through him simultaneously as mine. We were enveloped in
ecstasy together, unable to break away, not wanting to break away.

My body eased as the orgasm faded away. I
opened my eyes to my dark bathroom lit only by candles. The music was playing
softly and I couldn’t make it out because I was breathing loudly. I dipped my
head underneath the water and moved my hands through my hair, feeling the
heaviness of it soaked in water.

I pulled the plug on the bathtub and stood
up. I turned on the shower and cold water shot down on me, startling me. I
jumped back and soon the water turned warm. I washed off the suds from the
bubble bath and stepped out. My robe felt soft and inviting against my skin
when I put it on and I welcomed its embrace.

I went straight to bed. Lying there, staring
up at the ceiling, I began to scold myself for my lack of restraint. I felt
disappointed in myself and upset that I was entertaining this fantasy about a
man that was not only my client, but a relative stranger. I knew practically
nothing about Leon Christensen, but I couldn’t escape my fantasies about him. I
felt guilty.

Tomorrow, I would set him up on a date, even if
it meant a date with the completely wrong person. It had to be someone, anyone,
except me. And with this decision, for the first time, a feeling that I had yet
to experience knocked on my heart’s door.

For the first time, I felt lonely.

Leon had stirred something in me that I had
not expected. Something I didn’t need right now. The sooner I set him up with
someone, the sooner I would be rid of him, and sooner I would be rid of these
feelings.

I thought of Marilyn immediately. She had
been nothing but friendly to me. I had called her cousin and asked her if she
had known of any single females and sure enough, Marilyn Benedict had strolled
in my office, a gift to solve my problem with Leon Christensen.

She was into BDSM. She was a highly educated
female in the same field as Leon. Her curves were desirable by any man and she
exuded an air of sexuality that I knew could rival Leon’s. Even her favorite
food was the same! It had lined up too well to ignore.

I had to be honest with myself. Did I distrust
Marilyn out of a desire for Leon? Was I jealous?

I wanted Leon in a sexual way. There were no
doubts about that. Yet I thought that it was probably because he was off-limits
to me. The taboo nature of a sexual relationship, made taboo only by my professional
rules, made him all that much more appealing. I wanted what I couldn’t have.
Was there more to it than that?

In my fantasy, Leon had told me he needed me.
Did I imagine this because I want him to need me in our working relationship?
If he needed me, that would validate everything I was doing.

No, I hadn’t meant it like that. Those words
had not carried an ego boost for me related to work. They had been emotional. I
wanted him to need me emotionally. Is that really what I was thinking as I was
masturbating to the thought of Leon Christensen fucking me?

I wondered if Leon had fantasized about me
while jerking off. I pushed the thought out of my head.

Things were getting out of hand. So far, I
had not acted inappropriately towards Leon, but if I kept up these childish
fantasies, I might need to act them out in real life. If I slept with him,
there was no way I was going to keep him as a client. It would threaten the
entire integrity of my business and I wasn’t about to do that. I built this company;
I did not intend to use it to get laid.

Marilyn was a perfect start. I had a meeting
with her in less than two days, and I resolved to bring her case file to Leon
before then. I would have to do it first thing in the morning. Once Leon was
made aware of her, it would set in motion the beginnings of finalizing our
contract. He’d be happy and maybe he could love her.

I felt a pang of regret in my chest. If only
I had met him in a non-professional setting. I steeled myself against these
foolish notions and reminded myself that we had met in a professional setting;
there was no way to change that now. Things were as they were. Introducing Leon
Christensen to Marilyn’s profile was the right thing to do; they were too
compatible to keep apart.

Sleep didn’t come to me that night. I tossed
and turned in my bed, trying to calm myself enough to let the exhaustion take
its hold, but each time sleep began to crawl upon me, my mind foiled its
attempts. With every blink the night slipped away until I was staring at a
clock in disbelief. Exhausted, I got up and prepared for the day. In a couple
of hours I would call Leon and tell him all about Marilyn.

I made myself a small breakfast, but when I
thought again of meeting with Leon and arranging him with Marilyn, I lost my
appetite.

~~~

The sun was just beginning to rise as I got
in my car. My stomach was still in a knot, refusing food and causing me mild
discomfort. I drove slowly to work, leaving the radio silent. Thoughts were
flying through my head, but I tried not to focus in on any of them.

I parked in my car in front of the office and
paused before entering. The sun was climbing over the horizon and I let myself
enjoy the sight of the rising sun, something that I normally paid no attention
to. A few minutes passed before the sun was in the sky, the land basking in its
warmth.

The office was dark. I flipped on the lights
and the onslaught of light jarred me slightly. A low throbbing pulsated in my
head, and I knew that my body cried out for its caffeine fix. I made coffee,
slowly and carefully. I looked over to my office and felt a slight hint of
dread at the thought of sitting down at my desk and taking out the folders that
I knew I had to deal with today.

Still standing in the main office, I drank
the coffee black and hot. It burnt my tongue, but I didn’t mind. The coffee
warmed my stomach and slowly filled me with energy. I finished the first cup
and poured myself a second, idly hoping that my appetite would return soon.

I opened my office door and took another huge
swill of coffee before I sat down at my desk. I took out Leon’s folder and
tossed it before me. Then I found Marilyn’s profile and tossed it next to his.
A mild annoyance swept over me and I frowned. Why was I letting this task
intimidate me? I had felt a reluctance to even start this day, but now I wanted
nothing more than to be done with it all.

Leon and Marilyn would be matched, I would be
paid, and all would be right in the universe.

I opened Marilyn Benedict’s folder. I
arranged all the sheets on my large wood desk and began to crawl through them.
I had no picture of her in the folder, but my memory was sharp and focused.
Marilyn was an attractive woman, curvy and feminine but not dainty. Her
coffee-colored hair had flowed over her shoulders in long waves, made all the
more striking with her cobalt eyes. In her late twenties, she was just old
enough for Leon.

I felt my discerning mind going over every
inch of Marilyn’s physique, making sure there were no inconsistencies that
could cause a problem. Yet I could find nothing in my memory that raised any
red flags.

Her interests lined up with Leon’s perfectly.
Even down to the sexual proclivities that they shared, their similarities were
obvious. It was almost uncanny. A wrinkle cut across my forehead as I focused
in on her file even closer.

Should two people who shared the exact same
interests really be paired together? Wasn’t variety the spice of life?
Opposites attract, right?

On paper, Marilyn was a perfect match for
Leon. Now, that didn’t necessarily guarantee they would hit it off, but it was
the best start that I had so far for Leon. For any other client, I would be
celebrating my victory already. Yet with Leon I was searching for a reason to
reject this match.

No, I wasn’t just trying to reject Marilyn. I
had to make sure it was a good match. I wanted the first arrangement to be
perfect. I would stand before Leon, knowing that I had proved myself to be as
good as I thought I was. He would be humbled. Naturally the client that I
matched him with had to be absolutely perfect. There was no margin for error.

There was nothing wrong with striving for
perfection.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
An image of Leon’s eyes looking into mine rose in the darkness as if to respond
to my thoughts of perfection. I traced a finger along the side of his jaw,
feeling the stubble with the tip of my index finger. His perfect jawline. His
lips opened slightly and I felt myself moving towards them, ready to embrace
him.

I looked back down to the folder. Marilyn’s
educational background was before me. As a match, she and Leon could even
understand each other’s professional lives. Almost every client wished for
this, yet it is very difficult to actually have it realized. To have a partner
that you share a professional or educational background with is a dream come
true for so many of my clients.

I’d let him tie my hands behind my back,
maybe even with handcuffs. Not the fuzzy, playful type either. Real,
unbreakable handcuffs. Darkness swimming over my eyes as the blindfold
tightened, I would breathe out against the pillow. I’d cry out for him and he’d
silence me by fulfilling my every want.

I had to focus. I put down Marilyn’s folder
and turned my computer on. I waited patiently while it booted up and tapped my
fingers along my desk, trying not to let the fantasy of the previous night swim
back in my thoughts. I checked my email, making notes on which ones would
require a response.

My hand would slide down his abs, feeling the
canyons that were dug out by brutal workouts. I’d stop just above his pubic
hair, letting my fingers scan over his lower stomach. His cock would be rock
hard, awaiting my touch. I would lean in and breathe in the smell of his neck.
My hand would slide down further and graze over the head of his cock until it
wrapped around the base. I would slowly move my hand up and down, feeling
Leon’s pulse quicken in his neck against my lips.

I turned on some music. The sound of a song
that I knew every lyric to filled the room and I was able to snap out of my
thoughts about Leon. I stiffened my resolve to end this nonsense. I would set
up Marilyn and Leon Christensen and he would be out of my life and my thoughts.
There would be a huge paycheck and by the end of the week, I’d be laughing at
my foolishness.

If only I could just get one night with him
before I passed him onto Marilyn. One night would confirm or refute every
fantasy that his eyes had filled me with. He would be inside of me, filling
every want that I had been forced to leave unrequited.

The main office door opened. April had
arrived. I turned down the music and we exchanged our greetings. It was no
longer too early to call Leon and I knew that I had to call him as soon as
possible. I picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone for a few seconds
before I punched in his number.

Every ring filled me with an increasing
amount of tension. Then a click cut through a ring and his voice filled my ear.

“Hello?” Leon Christensen asked.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.
It was deep and sensual, as though he were whispering it in my ear while his
hips pushed against mine.

“Good morning, Leon. This is Julie Facet,” I
said, pushing away the image of Leon’s arms wrapped around me as he pushed
himself up to give himself better leverage to thrust his cock deeper inside me.

I need you. His lips against my ear, the
breath warm and sensual.

“Ah, Julie, it’s so nice to hear from you.
How can I help you on this beautiful morning?”

My mind cleared and there was a terrifying
moment when I feared that I had no idea what to say. It was a brief second, but
it was as though I had tripped over myself when he asked me what I needed. A
maddening thought swept through my mind that I should tell him that I need him
to come over and fuck me. He would probably oblige me.

“I’ve got some exciting news,” I said, the
words coming from somewhere. I breathed silent relief.

“Yes?” Leon asked curiously.

“I’ve found you a match.”

“You have, have you?”

“Yes, I think she’s an excellent match. I
want to arrange a meeting to go over her file with you as soon as possible. I
think you’re going to be very happy.”

“Absolutely,” Leon said brightly. “I know
that you prefer to meet at your office, but I’m pretty busy for the next two
days. If it’s absolutely urgent that we meet as soon as possible, you can swing
by my main office tonight.”

I studied every word that he spoke. He
sounded excited, mutedly so, but the excitement was still in his voice. My
demeanor stiffened slightly and I distanced myself from my own thoughts. His
excitement was a positive development. Maybe I would be successful in matching
him. I breathed out heavily, the gravity in my office pulling me down a little
harder than normal.

“I’ll make an exception for tonight. I think
it’s important that we act quickly,” I said. As soon as the words left my
mouth, I hoped that Leon wouldn’t ask me to elaborate. If he asked why needed
to act quickly, what would my response be? Well, the sooner we act, Mr.
Christensen, the sooner I can stop masturbating to the thought of you while
taking a bubble bath.

The sooner we acted, the sooner I could stop
thinking about him entirely.