Vanilla On Top (8 page)

A growl escapes me as I thrust my pants to my ankles, step out of the pile, and leave my shoes behind. Heather falls back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. A seductive smile curves her mouth before she pops one slick finger between her lips, sucking her own juices off the slim digit. “Mmmm…”

The pulse throbs in my head as I climb onto the bed. She’s so fucking hot. All I want to do is slam myself inside her. Something in my face must startle her. She sits up and her sexy look is replaced by an expression I’m too far gone to read.

“Tony?”

I crawl between her legs, forcing myself to wait to hear what she has to say.

“You need a condom.” The frantic gerbil-wheel of my mind draws an utter blank. I think I might have one in my wallet, but I’m not sure.

Heather stretches across the covers, reaching one slender arm to the side of her bed, where I see a brand new package of condoms lying on her nightstand. The tight fist of tension around my heart eases. Thank God for an organized woman.

She looks at me with raised eyebrows and I nod, unsure I can make anything but an unintelligible grunt right now. I run a hand up her thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin. The unwelcome delay helps to cool some of my raging lust, and I take a deep breath while she tears open the package and removes a foil-wrapped packet.

“May I?” she asks, an impish grin of mischief on her face.

“Uh-huh.”

She rips the foil in a flash and sheaths my cock with the thin membrane, her hot little hands stroking and teasing me in the process.

“Where were we?” She leans back on the bed, a look of feigned innocence on her face. “Oh…,” she says while slipping a hand once more under the red lace of her panties. “I think we were right here…”

Just like that, she ratchets my desires to where they were, making me a raging beast of hormones interested in getting into her as fast as I can. I lean down, gently drawing her fingers from her panties while I tug the lace aside.

The plump flesh of her aroused lips lay open to my gaze, pulling a jump of response from my cock. I test her folds with my fingers, dipping into her depth. Slick warmth greets my touch, confirming she’s more than ready for me.

I position myself over her, unable to do anything but focus on getting inside her sweet little body. Heather reaches down and pulls her thong aside with one hand and guides the head of my cock to her opening with the other.

For a moment I stare into her eyes, feeling lost. In the next, I push forward and plunge my length into her waiting heat. Her hips tilt up to meet my thrust, the clasping depth of her pulling me deeper. I draw back and push my hips forward again, the nerve endings along my cock screaming in pleasure at her tight sheath.

Rough hands grab my ears and guide my face to her hot, seeking mouth. Her tongue plunges between my lips, keeping time with my cock slamming into her. The pleasing pressure to come is upon me far too soon. I piston my hips faster, one fist grabbing her silky curls and tugging her head back slightly. I break our kiss and bend to her throat, biting and kissing her taut flesh, eager to claim all of her in this joining, not just her body.

I want to make this woman mine.

Before I can rein in my release, it breaks, bowing my back and ripping a strangled cry from my throat. The crest of sexual energy crashes over me, causing my eyes to close as each pulse shoots another wave of intense pleasure through me. I loosen my grip on her hair and open my eyes.

The sensual minx smiles up at me and swirls her hips.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Chapter Nine

Heather

Tony’s choked laughter sounds in my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin. “You didn’t really think I’d forget about you, did you?”

I circle my hips, emphasizing my need. I’m unsure if he’d treat me like Jimmy did, ignoring me once his needs were met—but deep inside, a part of me doubts it.

His moist mouth latches onto my neck, drawing in the skin and sucking lightly. I place my hands against his shoulders and push. “Hey! Don’t leave marks. I have work tomorrow.”

Tony releases the pressure, and if his lingering over the spot with short kisses is anything to go by, I’d guess he let go with reluctance. He flexes his ass, plunging his still hard cock back inside me. “Would that be so bad?”

Before I have a chance to answer, the tension coiling in my gut ramps up and my body responds quickly. The peak I once raced toward now approaches fast with no effort. I gasp as pleasurable tingles spread out from my privates. “You’re still hard?”

“It doesn’t go soft immediately.” To punctuate his virility, he pumps into me with a steadily increasing pace.

“Oh…hmm…” His movement feels like heaven. “You don’t say?” My hips draw back and then forward, rocking my sweet spot against his pelvis when he thrusts inside.

“You feel incredible.” Without warning, he bites my tight shoulder muscle. Not too hard, but enough to make me notice.

Before I want, my orgasm overcomes me, catapulting me into a universe of shooting stars and rainbow comets of color. Moans rip from my throat and fill the room around us.

Tony lets loose one final burst of speed, pumping inside, sending me further into oblivion when he whispers, “You’re hot when you come.”

For a moment, I feel suspended in a well of sensation, my entire body lit with the release. In the next, my limbs weaken and I sink into the bed, overjoyed with the weight of this handsome man on me.

A small nervous laugh escapes me as I recall his last words. They made me feel good—desirable, even. “Wow,” I pant out. “I think I’m in shock.”

Tony pulls back and kisses my nose. “Can we order in dinner and then go for round two?” He leans down and kisses me with a tenderness I’ve never had from a man. “I’m not ready for the night to be over just yet.”

The bedside clock reveals it’s not even a quarter after six. “Yeah, I could go for some food, too.”

The hours we spent wrapped in each other’s embrace last night will be engraved in my mind forever. It was difficult getting Tony to finally leave for his own bed, and a part of me almost succumbed to his pleas to remain. I’ve never had a man react to me like that before. What it does to a woman’s self-esteem…freakin’ incredible.

I swear, if someone had told me being a bossy bitch would score me love, I’d have done it ages ago. Whoa there
…
who mentioned love? Where the hell did that thought come from? Could I be falling for a man I met a week ago? How the hell could we know each other well enough for love to come into the equation?

Oh, you don’t know him well enough to love him, but screwing him for hours is fine?

There are times, like this, I wish my parents hadn’t raised me to be logical and fair. The truth I’m unwilling to face stares back at me while I brush my teeth in the morning. I’m starting to really fall for Tony.

Does he feel the same or am I simply a new infatuation? He seems like an intense guy. I’m betting he’s been in more serious sexual relationships than I have. Do I care?

There are parts of myself I’m not comfortable admitting exist…like jealousy. Interestingly enough, I don’t feel jealous toward those other women. No matter what they
knew
or what they
did
—he’s not with them anymore—he’s with me.

Yeah, for now. But can you keep him?

A niggling thought deep in my brain surfaces—it’s not about
keeping
someone. It’s about
joining
with them. Deciding you’d like to walk the path of life together with them by your side.

I dress for the day, reaching for the new black boots in my closet. Tony made me promise we’d meet after work today, that I’d keep my agreement of a dinner date. I think wearing these boots will be a nice surprise for him later.

Maybe I’ll take a picture and send it to him again. Last night over Chinese food, he admitted to the red high heel picture being the sexiest thing he’d ever received while working, and that it made him hot for me all afternoon.

I zip up the second boot and stand, smoothing the flowing print skirt down my hips. The material flares below the knee, hiding the leather hugging my lower thigh. My black silk blouse ties in nicely with the boots, and today’s overcast weather means I can almost pull off wearing boots this late in the season. I take a glance in the mirror, pleased with what I see, not caring if my choice is slightly out of fashion.

I grab my favorite clunky purse and dash out the door. The quiet ride down the elevator doesn’t race my heart like yesterday. Today, it gives me more time to think about Tony than I’d like. Last night after our mad dash to my place and subsequent ravishing, we were very relaxed in each other’s company.

I was my normal self. Well, that’s not quite true. I felt more at ease than ever, but the resulting persona was more of a mish-mash between the old me and the new me…and she was a person I liked a lot.

Tony noticed my framed pictures and asked about them. He seemed genuinely impressed when I told him I took all the shots myself. The architecture ones intrigued him the most and reminded him of his apartment building. Said he likes to work on it over the weekends. Seems like all the man does is work.

A blush heats my skin as I recall last night. He wasn
’
t on the clock then, that
’
s for sure.

The elevator opens and my doorman, George, hails me with a wave. “Hello, Ms. Pierce.” George lifts a food bag from his podium. “This was left for you by a polite man this morning. He left a note, too.”

Shock jars me as I reach for the bag and note. I give my thanks and walk down the street before opening the envelope.

To keep your strength up for later… oh, the things I hope to do with you…

I’ll be thinking of you all day.

~Tony

I peek into the bag and see a foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich underneath a smaller, clear, plastic container with strawberries inside. A warm flush spreads across my face as I make my way through the morning crowd. I’ve never had a man leave me breakfast in a bag with my doorman before.

The contented feeling from last night’s activities wraps around my heart and stays with me all morning. I eat the egg sandwich Tony left for me while sitting at my desk, sipping coffee. I should text him to relay I enjoyed his gift and thank him, but I need to calm down a bit first, so I don’t sound like a gushing fool.

I look over my agenda for the day. The big meeting with a possible investor has been bumped to four this afternoon. Damn, I hope it won
’
t mess up my dinner plans with Tony.

I fire off an email to Harvey, reminding him of the new meeting time, then cancel his lunch plans. I know he keeps a bottle of vodka in his office and has a few drinks when he doesn’t go out to lunch. But he’s at least able to work after a few, unlike after those five-martini lunches. Hopefully, he will lay light on his mid-day cocktails today.

Oy
. If I can just get him to hang on for a few more months, he can retire and hopefully get some professional help. His wife died last year, and what he really needs is a full-time program to dry out. If he leaves the job now, he could lose everything he’s invested here, despite all the regulations in place to protect people recovering from addiction. Who am I kidding? He may not go for help when he retires anyway. Just my wishful thinking.

Once I finish clearing his luncheon meeting, I grab my cell from my purse.

Thank you for breakfast and the note
.
I hesitate over the keys. Should I mention anything about last night
?

I had a great time last night, and I’m looking forward to dinner.

I hit send and purposely put the phone in a drawer. I need all my brain cells firing for today’s meeting. The recent decrease in funds from lost accounts has really crippled the firm. Harvey hasn’t listened when I’ve tried to go over figures with him, and our line of credit has been consequently put on hold. The influx of cash from an investor may be just what we need until the sales department can hire new talent and bring in more business.

A loud
ping
sounds from my desk drawer. Tension and excitement tighten my muscles, urging me to dive for the rectangular bit of plastic and read Tony’s response. I deliberately drag out looking, making sure I clear my inbox and double check data in a spreadsheet for Harvey’s review. I squirm on the leather chair, every part of me calling out to grab the phone.

With shaking hands, I pull open the drawer, the tips of my fingers trembling in eagerness. I slide up the screen lock to view the latest message.

Last night was incredible. You’re all I can think about.

Fire burns through me, igniting every inch of flesh with the warmth of discovery. The insecure girl in me wants to squeal with delight at his words. The new inner-diva wants to tweak his interest a little more, see if I can get him stirred up at work.

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I type back to my new lover,
Are you thinking about anything in particular?

I stare at the tiny screen, hoping he takes the bait and writes back something sexy.

I loved peeling off your bra after dinner…

Moisture gathers down low when I recall him licking and sucking my nipples last night. Damn, that man has a fine tongue. He didn’t seem to mind my smaller than average cup size. Kept palming and squeezing my flesh every chance he could.

Wanting him to keep texting, but unsure how much I should say, I type,
I enjoyed that part, too…Very much.

LOL. The moaning and requests to keep going were a dead giveaway.

I blush, appalled in the light of day over my wanton behavior. But it felt so damn good, making love on my couch and then again in the bedroom. I wouldn’t trade last night for anything in the world.

What can I say?
I type back.
You bring out the worst in me…

Worst? If that’s bad then I hope you’re never good. ;-)

I laugh, forgetting my office door is open and draw Harvey’s attention as he walks by. “My, aren’t you in a good mood today?” he says with an indulgent look on his face.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “I guess, I am.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Hot date?” At the horrified look of embarrassment he probably sees on my face, he rushes on, “I tell you all the time you work too much. I just want to see you happy, Heather. You’re an incredible young woman.”

“Thanks, Harvey. Do you have time to go over the reports we’ll need for today?”

He nods and I gather my folders, standing to follow him down the hall to his larger office. “I’ll be right in,” I call out, remembering to text Tony at the last second.

Heading into meeting, will text later.

The rest of the morning stretches past noon, with me spending far too long trying to explain our financial position and recent investments to Harvey. I’ve already been slotted to attend the meeting at Apollo later today, but I sincerely hope enough of the newest data sinks in so I won’t have to jump in and speak.

Public speaking is not my thing. I’d rather not have the spotlight on me around all these corporate honchos if I can help it.

I don’t leave for lunch until after one. A sporting goods store catches my eye as I head back to the office and I make a quick detour inside. The sexy black boots turned a lot of heads at the deli, and in here, surrounded by manly sports equipment, they work more magic.

A big, buff sales guy approaches me when I’m barely ten feet inside the store. I smile and ask for directions to the yoga clothes, eager to try some flexible stretching and toning moves. My sore muscles this morning drove home that I really need to become more limber if I’m going to keep up with Tony.

I select some basic black pants and a snug top, and mentally remind myself to text Carla and see if I could join her yoga class. I’d hate to go by myself, and maybe it would help us reconnect. She’s been traveling this week and I’m dying to tell her what’s been happening between Tony and me, but I’m worried she may react poorly like she did before.

A pair of silky, black sports underwear for men catches my eye. A tingle zings through me as I picture the material hugging every muscular plane of Tony’s thighs and hips. I wonder if he’d wear them if I asked. Maybe he would if I
told
him to. My God, he
’
s delicious.

Impulsively, I snag the underwear. Maybe I’ll send them to him. Wouldn’t that be sexy? Geez, I don
’
t even know where he lives. We
’
ll have to change that tonight.

I pause when my phone rings. Maybe I’ll insist on going to his place. I dig my phone out and feel a warmth when I see it’s Tony.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.” He’s breathing hard, like he’s in a rush.

“Uh-huh. I know. What’s up?” My heart plummets to my toes. “You’re not cancelling tonight are you?”

A masculine chuckle pants over the phone. “Not on your life. That would be bad.” A teasing note sounds in his voice. “And who knows what you’d do to me if I was bad.”

I glance around to make sure I’m not easily overheard. “You sound almost hopeful, Tony…” I make my voice deep and try for sultry. “Were you hoping for a spanking?”

A swift intake of breath sounds from the end of the line. “I might be.” The distinct sound of a zipper rasps in the background. “Woman, what you do to me.”

A wave of desire whisks through me and sets my crotch ablaze. Could he be jerking off in his office while he talks to me? I franticly look around, desperate to make sure no one can hear me. “Are you undoing your pants, Tony?”