Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (23 page)

It was late in the afternoon now. I paid the
driver and gave him a decent tip, although not as large as the earlier one that
I gave to my smoking mustached driver, and thanked him. Before I got in my car,
I took my overcoat off and tossed it into the back, leaning over to do so. I
turned, still bent over, and saw the driver finally looking at me. My breasts
were pushed up, a tantalizing amount of cleavage showing. The dress was a few
inches above my knee, climbing high when I bent over. I waved to the driver
with a friendly, no-fucking-chance-in-hell wave and got in my car.

I drove to the most expensive restaurant I
could think of. When I got there, I realized that I wasn’t even hungry so I
kept driving. The thought of sitting alone in the restaurant made me even less
hungry. Rather than sit at the bar and get free drinks from well-dressed
businessmen and industry guys, I decided that I would work up an appetite
first.

Then I spotted the Nova. Leon’s club. The
place that I had first met him, where he insinuated that I ran a prostitution
ring. I pulled to the curb in front of the club and got out of my car, taking
my time to pull down my hiked up dress. I could feel dozens of hungry eyes
scanning every inch of my body and I pretended to take no notice. When the
valet walked up to the car, I handed him the keys politely and gave him a tip
upfront. He pulled away with my car and the security guard pulled aside the
velvet rope, ushering me in before an entire line of people. For a brief moment
I tried to recall if I had seen him the first night I had been here and then
gave up, unable to remember.

Inside, bass moved through my body as a
steady beat thumped out of the speakers. Lights cut across the dance floor and
bodies flowed with the music. I walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka
martini, extra dirty. When the bartender returned with my drink, I drank half
in one swallow and ordered another. A smile grew on the corner of his mouth
with a devilish hue and he winked at me. I smiled back, the warmth of the vodka
in my stomach spreading outwards. When the bartender returned with the second
martini, I finished the first in another swallow and pushed the empty glass to
him.

I picked up my second martini and began to
let my hips move back and forth with the music. It was dark and crowded in the
club. The heat in my body grew with every movement of my hips and it felt
wonderful. Soon, I was lost among the crowd, no longer knowing where the exit
was and not caring anyway. Every thought of the tumult of the past few days
evaporated off of me like steam and I was fully absorbed in the moment. As I
bumped and swayed through the crowd, I spilt just as much martini as I was able
to drink. The alcohol enveloped me, filling me with giddy laughter drowned out
by the music. I closed my eyes and danced.

When I opened my eyes, I caught a man looking
at me from across the dance floor. He flowed through the crowd, sweat
glistening across his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned down to the middle of
his chest and I could see that he was muscular, although in a much bulkier way
then Leon. When I thought of the comparison, I immediately scolded myself for
even comparing him to Leon in the first place. Brushing off the thought, I
rocked my shoulders back and forth, moving myself towards the man eyeing me
from across the room.

He continued to dance, looking away from me
and falling back into the hypnotic trance of the music. As I eyed him, I caught
him looking back at me and we both smiled. Soon, we were only inches apart,
dancing in front of one another. The distance between our bodies grew smaller
and smaller as the beat of the music got faster and faster. Sweat formed
against my skin, sucking my dress against me tighter. I moved my leg against
his outer thigh and pulled it back quickly, coyly. He lifted his hand with a
drink that was near finished and poured the last remnants of the clear liquor
down his throat. I watched him drink with a growing desire to reach out and
fasten my lips around his neck.

The air boiled as we moved around each other,
the gap of inches closing into centimeters. I lifted my arms and they hovered
against his chest, so close to touching. His hands floated to my sides and
right when I was sure they were going to grab my ass, when I wanted them to
grab me so badly, the music cut off abruptly.

The dancers petered out and collected themselves.
The man before me shook his drink as if to try to see if any liquor was hiding
under an ice cube. When he concluded his drink was completely dry, he looked at
me and smiled.

“Tom,” he said, extending his hand.

“Lauren,” I lied, laughing as I shook his
firm hand. He smiled wide and leaned in closer.

“You look like you need a refill. Come on, my
treat,” Tom said, motioning towards the bar. I nodded quickly as the music
started again. I followed him closely, my hand on his shoulder as we moved through
the packed crowd. At the bar, he raised two fingers and the bartender quickly
hurried over. He leaned in and told the bartender something I couldn’t hear
over the music, his drink order, no doubt, and I pointed at my empty martini
glass and the bartender nodded.

Leaning against the bar, we chatted.
Everything that Tom said was unintelligible over the music, but I somehow found
words to respond with. He nodded and smiled at all the right points and even
laughed a few times. At that point we were simply communicating with gestures.
While we had first met on the floor dancing, the real dance was taking place
now.

I looked away from Tom, laughing
flirtatiously at something that I hadn’t even heard when I spotted Stills
across the room. He was holding a drink and talking with another man who was
overdressed in a tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and perfectly cut. He drank
a martini and was nodding at something Stills was saying when his eyes fell
upon me. He looked me up and down and I felt a slight chill at the sight of it.
Even from across the room, I could see that the man in the tuxedo was eyeing
every woman in the bar, not paying attention to anything Stills said. I noticed
a dark stain on the tuxedo that that man kept trying to rub off.

I studied the two of them talking, hoping
that Stills would notice me. Tom was saying something about mergers or
hoarders, I couldn’t make it out, and I placed my hand on his shoulder before
letting it slide off slowly. His shirt was slightly wet with sweat and it felt
sensuous to the touch. My eyes would briefly glance back over to Tom before
returning to Stills. When Stills spotted me, a brief look of surprise flashed
across his face, I felt a surge of triumph and turned back to Tom.

I grabbed him fiercely, cutting him off
mid-sentence. I pulled him to me and kissed him hard on his lips. I hungrily
worked my tongue in his mouth and thrust my hips against him. His arms wrapped
around me quickly and I sucked on his tongue. I felt myself grow wet, his hands
now grabbing my ass. I flexed against his touch and his cock grew hard,
pressing against my thigh.

I pushed him away as quickly as I had pulled
him in. He was breathing heavy. I looked down at his crotch and saw an outline
of his erection jutting out from his chinos. He started to adjust himself and I
stepped closer to him, my hand hovering above the spot where his cock yearned
for me to grab it. I leaned in, my lips against his ears. I watched Stills, a
look of confused surprise on his face.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said. I pushed my
hand forward and felt the firmness that I had caused between his legs. He let
out a little moan and moved his hips forward, pressing it against my hand. I
continued to stare at Stills, smiling.

Tom squeezed my ass cheeks one more time before
he turned away and hailed the bartender to pay the tab. I saw him adjust
himself as he waited for the bartender to return and I noticed two women eyeing
him as he did so, looks of carnal hunger on their faces. When I looked at Tom,
it dawned on me for the first time that he was incredibly handsome in a
classical way.

As we walked out of the bar, we walked right
past Stills. The man in the tuxedo had left and Stills was standing alone,
watching me. A look of concern cut across his face as he tried to figure out
exactly what was going on. Tom opened the door for me, completely unaware of
what was happening around him. I gave Stills a small wave, smiling as I walked
out.

Outside, the air was warm and welcoming. Tom
followed me out as I took one last mental snapshot of Stills’s face. There was
no doubt in my mind that he was going to tell Leon. It shouldn’t have mattered,
but I felt a small sense of victory, despite the fact that I knew it was
incredibly petty. Also, I had no way of knowing just how much Stills was even
aware of what had happened or what was going on, or if he even cared.

Tom turned around and began walking
backwards, still close to me. His face looked vibrant with excitement over the
unexpected turn of events of meeting me and having sex practically thrown at
him. It was a dream come true.

“So, are you following me or am I following
you?” asked Tom, his voice teeming with seductive playfulness. My head swam
with the warmth of the martinis and the heat of the dance floor.

“I don’t believe I should be driving at the
moment,” I replied, my eyes fluttering at him. “So you are leading the way.”

Tom’s grin widened. “Not a problem, my lady,”
he said with a cheesy British accent. I laughed genuinely and leaned against
his shoulder. His hand wrapped around my lower waist and was just inches about
my ass. I leaned on him further and reached down to grab his ass. It was firm
to the touch and when I squeezed, he reflexively clenched.

Tom handed the valet the ticket for his car
and we waited for a few minutes while the young valet ran off to fetch the car.
In those minutes, we didn’t speak a word. The music from the club was audible
outside and I continued dancing while we waited. Tom watched me, a bemused look
on his face that also showed an edge of lust to it. His eyes drank up the flow
of my body and I closed my eyes as I continued to dance. I was mildly drunk and
couldn’t care less if anybody was watching me or finding this silly.

The valet pulled up with Tom’s car. It was a
black sports car, not outrageously expensive but still extravagant. When Tom
opened the door, I could see him looking at me and waiting for some kind of
comment about the car, to which I gave none.

“Thank you,” I said as I sat down in his car.
He ran around the back of the car and hopped in. I looked down and noticed that
the car had a stick shift. For the first time since I had taken the first
glorious sip of my first martini, I was now regretting having a drink. If I
were sober, I could probably convince this guy to let me drive the car. It
looked like a fun ride. If he objected or tried to turn me down, I could either
convince him or find another fun sports car to drive.

Tom pulled out from The Nova. He turned on
the stereo and music indistinguishable from the music inside the club filled
the small interior of the car. As we drove, Tom checked the rearview mirror and
put both hands on the front wheel, gripping it firmly. I could see large
muscles bulge through his button-up shirt.

“Where are we headed?” he asked. His eyes
never left the road. A smile was on his face, but there was an intensity to his
driving. I was feeling buzzed and it was fun to be the passenger in a car,
almost more fun that it was with a stranger in a fast sports car.

I thought about his question. Where could we
go? I had asked him to leave the club simply as a reflex to seeing Stills. I
wanted Stills to see us leave together, even if I hadn’t exactly thought it out
rationally at the time. Now that we were driving, we needed a destination. My
place was out. I had already broken my own rule once and I was not about to
break it twice in the same week, let alone with some random guy I picked up at
a bar.

We could get a hotel. I mulled it over and
just the thought of the entire process of it all was a huge turnoff. We’d have
to wait in the lobby while the receptionist rang one of our cards. We’d walk up
to a room that we were going to for one purpose and one purpose only. The
pressure of what was about to happen would only be intensified by that fact.
No, a hotel seemed incredibly unappealing to me.

“Take a left here,” I said, recognizing a
street. I could go back to his place, but I didn’t want to be at his place,
plain and simple. He might feel the need to impress me or give me “the tour” as
some men are wont to do. He could even have a roommate, or worse, a kid. I
liked children, but when you went home with their daddy and ran into them on
the way to bathroom, it was always awkward.

“At the next light, take a right and get on
the highway for two exits,” I said. We were headed to my office. It made sense
even if it wasn’t ideal. I had a couch in my office that would suffice for
whatever we were about to do, whether it be sex or simply talking and enjoying
another drink. I even had a bottle of whiskey there and a few glasses, just in
case.

“So, Lauren, what do you do for a living?”
Tom asked as he turned down the music slightly so that we could talk.

I leaned over to him and let my lips hang an
inch away from his ear. My hand found the volume knob on the stereo and slowly
turned it back to its original volume.

“It’s all very secret,” I whispered coyly.
“You know, if I told you, I might have to kill you.”

He smiled and his eyes broke from the road
for the first time since we had pulled out of the Nova. When he looked at me,
his eyebrows raised to form an expression on his face that mocked surprise.

“Forget I asked,” he said jokingly. “I
wouldn’t want to put my life in danger. But would you like to know what I do
for a living?”

“Pull into this parking lot right there,” I
said. “We’re here.”

He pulled in and parked in front of my office
building. In one of the offices above my agency, I noticed a light on. It was
still early in the night, early enough for someone to be working late. All the
lights in my office were off, and after I opened the door my hand found the
switch instinctively.

“So this is your secret lair where you do all
of your work?”

“Something like that.”

I closed the door behind us and drew the
blinds shut. I didn’t lock the door. Tom looked around the small reception area
and studied the walls, trying to glean anything he could about what it was that
I did. I took his hand and led him into my office, shutting the door needlessly
behind us.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked. I was
already pulling out the bottle of single malt whiskey, aged eighteen years, as
I asked him. Tom sat down on the couch and crossed his leg. Not waiting for an
answer, I filled two glasses with ice from the freezer of my mini fridge.

“A small one would be wonderful,” he said
politely. His eyes watched me and I noticed that they fell down to my cleavage
and my hips. I didn’t mind.

I poured us two glasses and then walked over
to sit next to him. I gave us a few feet of space between us so that we could
face each other as we talked. To be honest, I wasn’t interested in talking, but
I did want another drink before I let Tom satisfy the itch that was growing
inside of me.

“Tell me about yourself. What do you do
outside of work. Like if you didn’t have to work, what would you do with your
life?” Tom asked. “I’m always interested to know about people’s passions, you
know? What their dream pursuit is, that kind of stuff.”

I took a large swallow of the whiskey and
basked in the smooth warmth that flowed down my throat until it gathered in my
belly. It felt good to be sitting here with a stiff drink and a handsome
stranger before me. If only he would quit with the personal questions, it might
be perfect.

“You know what would make this perfect?” I
asked him.

“No, what?”

I reached over and put my hand on his upper
leg. I pushed off of him as I rose and my hand slip up just slightly, only
inches away from his crotch. I walked over to my computer, making sure to
exaggerate the sway of my hips back and forth, and turned it on.

“Music.”

Tom smiled and nodded as he raised his glass
in agreement. I turned the music on with the volume low and the sound filled
the background. I tipped the glass back and finished off the rest of my drink,
the mild bite of the whiskey now gone as my taste buds adjusted to the fine
whiskey. Ice clinked against itself as I lowered the drink from my lips. I
walked over to where Tom sat, my hips moving to the low beat of the music, and
grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass over the ice that
was still fresh in the glass. I sat down next to him, close this time.

“You are beautiful,” Tom said seductively. I
eyed him carefully and sipped at my drink, careful now not to drink too much. I
was starting to feel the first glass of whiskey add itself to the martinis and
I did not want to overdo myself.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I purred. Tom eased
himself up and stood before me. I looked down at his crotch, expecting to see
him aroused and there was nothing there to see.

He turned and looked around my office. I
leaned back on the couch and rested the drink against my exposed knee, the
perspiration from the glass flowing in a single tiny stream towards my dress. I
watched it slide down, feeling the tickling coolness of the water.

“You have a really nice office,” he said.
“You don’t have any pictures on the walls.” His voice had a hint of sadness to
it. I shrugged casually. As he walked towards my desk, I took a quick mental
inventory of what was there. I wondered if there was anything with my real name
on it and then I asked myself if I even cared.

He ran a single finger across my desk as if
to prove to himself that it was really there. I got up from the couch slowly,
bending over so that he could eye my cleavage if he wanted, and walked over to
the lights. I dimmed them down slightly and the room took on a new ambiance
with the dim lighting and soft music.

Tom was looking down at my desk, his
attention completely on it. I put my drink down on the coffee table softly as I
walked towards him. I stepped out of my shoes and left them next to the coffee
table. I lifted up my dress and latched my fingers around my panties, sliding
them down around my legs.

With my panties around my feet, I lifted one
leg out of them and let the panties hang from the other foot. Tom was still
looking around my office, oblivious to what I was doing. I briefly wondered why
his attention had shifted so completely and then decided I didn’t care. This
wasn’t about him anyway.

“Tell me, how long have you...” he began.
With my foot, I tossed the panties towards him. They bounced off his chest and
landed on my desk. A look of surprise washed over his face and he picked up the
panties, then turned to me. His face changed from surprised to intrigued before
he leaned back against my desk. I walked over to him slowly.

“So talkative,” I whispered to him as I stood
only inches before him. I ran my hands down his outer thighs before sliding
them up his back, feeling the rigid muscles there. He was a bulky man and I
could feel his strength emanating from him. He leaned in to kiss me and I
turned my face away, grabbing him by the hair gently and guiding his mouth to
my neck. His mouth opened and I felt the sweet wetness of his tongue against my
skin.

He sucked on my neck gently, careful in his
movements. I pushed myself against his body, rubbing my hands through his hair
and on his back. Tom sucked on my neck with no sense of urgency in his actions.
I grew wet between my legs and gyrated my hips against his. I could feel his
cock growing hard as it rose against me.

My eyes were shut closed, darkness enveloped
my entire being as I let the sound of the music and the sensation of him
against me take me away. His hands were sliding down my back and they stopped
on my ass and squeezed, soft at first and then harder. It felt wonderful.

I reached back and lifted up my dress so that
my ass was completely exposed. I moved Tom’s hand to my naked skin and he began
to breathe harder as he rubbed the naked flesh. I was on my toes, pushing my
ass back and lifting it up slightly so that it arched just right for his hand
to slide down between my legs from the back. Soon, my wetness dripped around
his fingers as they found where I wanted them to go.

Tom was slow and deliberate. His fingers moved
around my lips, careful at first not to enter me. I moaned out loud as he slid
further and caressed my clit. His cock was fully hard now, pressing against my
stomach through his pants. Yet I felt no urge to make a move towards it; I was
engulfed with the sensation of Tom’s touch. I pushed his face away from my neck
and latched on to his lower lips, biting down playfully.

I moaned even louder as his fingers parted my
lips and pushed inside of me. I dropped down from the tips of my toes and he
slid further inside of me as I pushed down. His hand was firm and strong and he
practically lifted me up as he moved in and out of me. I pushed my tongue in
his mouth and greedily opened my mouth for his.