It's A Shame (5 page)

Jonathan rose,
stepped over Cole’s dead body and walked towards me, the razor coated in blood dripped. It was so strange to me that all I could hear was the plop, plop, plop of the blood hitting the floor… he started laughing manically as he raised his arm above my head, preparing to slash down…

I
abruptly sat up in bed panting, my fingers encircling my throat, my nightshirt sticking to my body as the sweat ran down my back. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked at my fingers…no blood.  My hair was plastered to my head with perspiration. I shook it violently trying to eject the visions.  It was all so surreal.

I
quickly scanned the immediate area, trying to see through the haze of sleep and darkness that permeated the room.  Dawn was just breaking and the room was cast in a dim pink and gold glow that crept along the floor and slowly up the walls.  My breathing was erratic, coming in rapid, irregular pants.  I turned my head looking for Cole and grabbed air trying to find him, but he wasn’t there. I immediately panicked. 

Jumping out of bed I ran into the living room and found
him there, asleep on the sofa, a troubled look on his face.  I stepped closer to him and he stirred, his eyes flashed open and he immediately sat up.

“Grace, you okay?  What’s wrong?”

“I had a bad dream.” I looked around the room in a semi-panic, waiting for Jonathan to jump out from any and every dark corner. “I woke up and you were gone.”

He reached out and grabbed my hand pulling me down on top of him
. He yanked his blanket over me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I couldn’t sleep and you were
moving around so much. I thought the light from the computer was keeping you awake.”

“Mmm.  Don’t let go
,” I mumbled into his neck feeling safe in his arms.

“Never.”  He tightened his grip on me.
“You’re shaking.”

“
Really bad dream.”

“Hmmm.” He kissed my temple.

After I had my coffee and Cole ate breakfast, he went into the bedroom to shower and get ready for work.  I cleaned up the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher. Then I called Michelle to tell her I was taking the day off. 

“
Sounds good to me.  I’m calling Rose and telling her I’m taking a personal day.  What do you want to do?”

“You’re the best.” I meant it.

“I know,” she said smugly.  “Tell you what, I’m gonna jump in the shower and I’ll be ready in about an hour, call me when Cole leaves and we’ll have coffee.  Maybe we’ll go shopping, grab some lunch.”  She paused, “Sound good?”

“Yeah it does. I’ll call you back as soon as I
get out of the shower.”

“Goo
d, see ya’ in a bit.”

I hung up and spun around to find
an unbelievably beautiful specimen of a man standing in the archway of the kitchen looking every bit like an Urbanite Sex God he was.  He was dressed in a dark gray suit, crisp light blue shirt and black tie, staring back at me with liquid green eyes, which were the centerpiece of his all too perfect face. They twinkled mischievously. I took a deep breath and my heart started beating faster.  I raised my hand to my chest as I slowly scanned his long muscular body from top to bottom.  From his gleaming black shoes up to his perfectly knotted tie, he looked beautiful, polished…
edible. 
I licked my lips.

“You know
better than to do that,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his eyes glowing with lust. 

The site of him standing there with that
sexy-assed, hungry look on his face took all but a second to get me all hot and bothered, not to mention wet.  A slow ache spread throughout my nether region.  All I wanted…no needed, right then was to have him on top of me, filling me inch by inch, his hips thrusting, feeling him moving inside me. Pushing all the bad thoughts away. 

I felt my nipples harden
instantly and seeing the direction his gaze traveled, and the impious look in his eyes, I knew without a doubt they had.

I lowered my
gaze to his tight abdomen, down past his slim hips and was able to make out the outline of his semi-hardened erection in his pants.  Cole closed the distance between us and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to the dining room, which happened to have the closest available surface.

My breathing
jagged, my blood burned like fire coursing through my veins. I grabbed his head to mine and kissed him full on the mouth. The taste of him was inebriating and I licked my lips savoring it.

He let out a growl, his lips grazed mine and he whispered, “I told you what that does to me
.”

He set me down
on the top of the table and removed his jacket. Slinging it over the back of a chair, he pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants. He removed his tie and flung it in the general direction of his jacket. He lowered his zipper and pulled his hardened shaft out if his pants...all without breaking the contact our mouths shared.

I moaned when I felt the
burning flesh of his cock rub against my thigh.  He pushed my silk robe off my shoulders and let it fall onto the tabletop, then without skipping a beat, raised my nightshirt over my head tossing it towards the living room.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved closer.

He
ardently kissed my mouth, my neck, my breasts, his tongue inching lower, leaving a trail of searing heat in its path. He spread my legs open and, kneeling before me, parted my moist folds open with his fingers as he dipped the tip of his tongue into my cleft and began eating me with the voracity of a starving man.  He gently pushed me back so that I was lying on the table and lifted my legs over his shoulders. My body was quivering with anticipation as I lay on the tabletop.  I moaned as the tip of his tongue ran over my hardening clit. I suddenly remembered the first time we had sex on a table, and my heart jumped in my chest. I grabbed his head with my hands, sliding my fingers through his thick black hair, reveling in its silkiness.

I lifted my ass up to meet his scorching mouth as he plunged his tongue into my
sex over and over again, repeatedly titillating my swollen clit, sucking gently, stirring my passion.  I came with a ferocity I’ve never known. I heard what sounded like my own voice begging, for what, I was unable to comprehend nor did I care at that moment.  My breathing was ragged in my own ears and my toes curled painfully with the strength of my orgasm.

Cole was relentless
. I screamed out, my head lolling side to side. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up along my body.  He wiped his mouth on my belly on the way up. I lifted myself up onto my arms and his mouth slanted over mine. I shoved my tongue inside his mouth swirling it around with his, and began licking and sucking at his lips with the fervor of an abandoned harlot, tasting myself in his mouth.

Cole took his cock and
expertly guided it inside my opening.  My hips lifted in perfect tempo with his thrusts, sending my senses soaring as he sank deeper and deeper within me. He pushed me back down until I lay on the table again, and lifted my hips, pulling me to him. Each sensation that shot through my body sent me spiraling onto a new plateau. Every move, every touch, so achingly sensual I audibly moaned with each plunge.  His gyrating hips coaxed another climax out of me, dwarfing the one I just had. I clung to the edge of the table as he plunged his hips against my pelvis driving us home. All there was, right then and there, were the two of us…

A few minutes
later he lifted his head and smiled. I clenched my toes again. He turned his head to the side, looked at his watch, and moaned.

“Damn it.”  He
leaned over and kissed me quickly. Then pulled out of me, yanked his pants up, and walked over to where his jacket lay. Pulling his smartphone out of the inside pocket he pushed a button and held it to his ear. As he waited for someone to pick up he pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket and set it on the counter.

“Sandra…tell Daniels I’ll be thirty minutes late
. If he can’t wait just reschedule.”

He ended the call and
put the phone down next to his wallet.

I was u
nable to move from my position on the table, so exhausted from our morning romp; I just lay on top of the table trying to catch my breath. Cole walked back to where I was, and ran his fingers lightly over my breast, tracing my areola. His touch so sensuous, I shivered, and involuntarily squeezed my legs together, tightly.  He chuckled and leaned down, placing his lips gently over mine.

“I’d like it if you were laying here just like that when I
get home from work.” He mumbled into my lips.

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll make sure you don’t ever get to work.”

Then without a word he zipped up his pants and walked towards the bathroom. I leaned on one elbow and watched him walk away, the muscles in his hard ass flexing.
Yum.
I heard the shower turn on.

Spontaneity is
sorely underrated
.

Several
minutes later, Cole came out of the bedroom dressed in a black suit looking every bit as fuckable now as he did before. I loved the contrast of his black hair and suit against the pure white of his shirt, offsetting the sun-kissed glow of his skin.  I smiled, while a promise of ‘more to come’ danced in my eyes.  He lowered his mouth and kissed me squarely on the lips, eyeing me all the while.

“Don’t look at me like that
,” he growled.

“Well then, stop looking so fucking hot
,” I countered.

“I’ll see you back here 5:45.”

“Like this?” I spread my legs.

The sound that rose from his throat was
unlike any other I’ve heard before, like a trapped animal.

I
pulled my robe back on and walked him to the door. I kissed him goodbye and watched as he walked towards the elevator mumbling something about ‘meeting’, ‘work commitments’ and ‘pain in the ass’. I just stared after him until the doors of the elevator closed. Then went to take a shower myself.  Forty-five minutes later Michelle came by to collect me and we rode the elevator down.  Coles’ car was waiting curbside, Ray standing next to it. Upon spotting us he reached out and opened the door.

“Miss Preston, Miss Maloney….”
He stood patiently next to the opened door, his hands clasped in front of him, the slight bulge in his jacket where his sidearm rested in its holster not noticeable to anyone but us.

“Thank y
ou Ray!” we chimed as we climbed into the back of the Landaulet.  Ray had opened the top and we both leaned back in our seats lifting our face to the warmth of the glorious early afternoon sun overhead.  We pulled out of the large round driveway and we headed to Grazio’s at the Water Street Market for lunch and shopping. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I know Michelle did as well. Having Ray near, especially after last night, did wonders for making us feel secure and safe. It was exactly what we needed. Knowing he was very well trained on the sidearm he kept close to his vest put our worries to rest.