Chapter Twelve

Troy

When Melinda agreed to come over for dinner, I’d known that this was my chance to knock her socks in a totally different way. Turned out I enjoyed that, even when her socks (or hose) stayed firmly in place. Surprising her was something I’d quickly learned I enjoyed endlessly, starting with the flowers and showing up at her office, and continuing ever since.

I’d pulled down all my cookbooks and gone through them carefully, planning out the perfect dinner for the two of us. I wanted everything to match perfectly, with flavors that complemented the next bite of food and so on. When I was done making my menu plan for the evening, I was proud, something I rarely felt outside of the office.

I had always loved to cook, spending my younger years throwing dinner parties, cooking up crazy dishes, and presenting them to my friends. Even as far back as my childhood, I would always help my mother in the kitchen, even though she wasn’t a very good cook. When the hired chef was there, he would always let me come in and watch him. As time went by, he started teaching me little things here and there that ended up molding together into my love of the kitchen. Ever since my company blew up, though, I rarely cooked, not wanting to cook just for me and having no time for parties. Melinda had changed all that, among other things.

“So, tonight, we are starting our meal with a sweet and savory kale salad with a pear, orange, maple dressing,” I said, presenting the food. “We will then move on to the main course, which is delicious roast duck with a pear and avocado stuffing, roasted garlic Brussel sprouts, and a sautéed truffle potato. For dessert, there is currently a homemade marbled cheesecake firming in the fridge.”

“Wow,” she said, and I enjoyed the amazed expression on her beautiful face. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to actually know how to cook. I’m very impressed.”

“Why, thank you,” I replied with pride, leaning down to steal a kiss. “It’s a little secret I reserve for the most important people.”

She giggled, and I refilled her glass, watching as she tried a bite of the salad. I really liked to cook, but I found in that moment that even more than that, I wanted to see her pleased. She nodded at me as she chewed, letting me know she approved. I smiled and sipped my wine, happy that things had turned out the way I’d intended.

“So, how was your day?” Not a question I ever thought I’d hear coming out of my mouth. It was so domesticated that if any woman had said the words to be two months back, I would’ve been gone immediately. But I actually wanted to hear Melinda’s stories, whether about work or any other place.

“It was busy,” she said, wiping her lips. “The VP is out of town, so I have to sit in at all the meetings and work hand in hand with the floor staff. I had to learn that not everyone will always be on top of things like me, and that turning in something on the deadline, rather than a day before, is okay, apparently.”

We talked about our day some more, but we had always made it a rule to stay away from the specifics of our daily jobs since we were technically rival companies. Still, we knew that talking about work was inevitable, since it pretty much ruled both of our lives. When dinner was done, Melinda tried to get up to help clear the table, but I told her to please let me do it; she always did so much already. She smiled at me and stood at the breakfast bar, sipping another glass of wine while I put all the leftovers away.

Then, when everything else was put away, I took her glass from her and switched things up, pouring a blueberry dessert wine into a champagne flute and handing it to her. She watched as I pulled out the cheesecake, cut two slices, and plated them. I saw her trying not to laugh, and as soon as I drizzled blueberry reduction over them, she couldn’t hold back.

“You’re like housewife of the year,” she said, giggling and taking the plate.

I laughed as I sat down at the table, watching her move back to her seat and face me. She took a bite of her cheesecake and rolled her eyes into the back of her head, moaning softly. I chuckled at her response and watched her body movements as she devoured her dessert. I couldn’t help but think about how sexy she was in her work suit, her top four buttons now undone, and no shoes on.

We sat there at the table eating quietly, but I found that it wasn’t an awkward silence like with so many other women I had dated; instead it was a comfortable quiet, the kind that made you feel incredibly close to someone even though you weren’t talking or touching at all. I felt like we were growing closer by the second, just by eating some cheesecake together and the occasional footsie.

When we were done with our dessert, she got up and took the plates to the sink, rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher. I poured the rest of the dessert wine into our glasses and picked them up, waiting for her to be finished. She turned around, wiped her hands on the dish towel, and smiled at me.

“How about we sit out on the patio?” I suggested. “It’s a beautiful night.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” she responded, walking forward and taking her glass from me.

Before I could turn, she reached up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek, whispering a sweet “thank you for dinner” in my ear. I took her hand and we walked out onto the balcony. The air was still warm, and the stars could be seen somewhat, even above the New York skyline. It was one of the reasons I’d picked the highest apartment complex in the city, to be able to see at least a glimpse of the stars in the night sky. It wasn’t often that I got to enjoy the view, but tonight I was more interested in the view in front of me than the one in the distance.

“This is gorgeous,” she said, sitting down in the chair to my left. “I’m always so in awe at the beauty of this city from way up here.”

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the warm fresh air before leaning back and just taking in the view. I was having a difficult time keeping my eyes off of her, especially in the reflection of the sparkling lights of the city and the moon that was out overhead. My eyes scanned her body and she shifted in her chair, crossing her long, sexy legs. At the edge of her skirt, I could see the lace tops of her thigh high stockings just slightly peeking out, and I was instantly aroused. The way her skin seemed almost smoother than the silk, and the way her breasts moved up and down as she breathed in, was intoxicating in itself. Whether it was the wine or just my lust for this woman, I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I wanted her right then and there.

I finished my wine and put my glass down on the patio table before standing up and walking in front of her. My cock was already hard in my pants and I didn’t care that she could clearly see it. She smiled and moved her eyes back up to my face, drinking the last of her wine and taking my hand. I pulled her up into my arms and wrapped her up, leaning in and kissing her lips deeply. I pressed my hips forward into her, letting her feel the stiffness of my shaft. She moaned softly as my hands moved down and cupped her ass.

Standing on the balcony, floors and floors above the city floor, I inched her skirt up and felt the satin panties she was hiding beneath. The wind whipped over us and I reached my hands up, pulling her shirt open and kissing her neck and chest. She leaned back in my arms and closed her eyes, her hand grasping my dick through my pants. I pulled her shirt the rest of the way open and pushed her breast from her lace bra, sucking on her already hard nipple and listening to her moan. Being up here, in the open, was so erotic, so sensual, and so exciting.

I thought about taking her right there, bent forward, grasping onto the wall that edged the balcony, and fucking her hard from behind. However, as I started to move in that direction I could hear the door slide open on the balcony below ours and I knew that to continue we should take it inside. I pulled her skirt down and took her hand instead, leading her silently into the house and down the hall to my bedroom.

I closed the door behind me and turned to her, watching as she took off her blouse and undid her bra, letting her firm tits bounce free. Slowly, she unzipped the side of her skirt and let go, my eyes watching as it hit the ground. I unbuttoned my sleeves and reached back, pulling my shirt over my head and lunging toward her, my mouth pressed firmly against hers. Her hands immediately went to the buttons on my pants and pulled at them frantically, unzipping them and pushing them down.

I walked forward, guiding her toward the bed and pushed her down, taking off my boxers and grabbing my cock. Her eyes went dark and her lips curled into a slight smile, watching me stroke my shaft. She scooted backward toward the pillow and pulled off her panties, throwing them to the side. I crawled toward her, reaching over my nightstand and pulling out a condom. I was in no mood for games, but instead wanted to fuck the hell out of her right then and there. I pulled the top of the condom off and rolled it down my dick before looking back up at her and reaching forward.

My hand swiped gently over her perfect pink mound, feeling the juices already collecting in the folds. She moaned, the warmth of my fingers on her clit driving her wild. For several moments I played with her, pushing my fingers inside and then withdrawing and circling them back up around her clit. She writhed beneath me, pushing her hips forward and whimpering as I took my hand away.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I scooted forward and pulled her legs up on my shoulders. I watched her face as I guided my cock through her juices and pushed slowly inside of her. She gasped, biting her bottom lip and grabbing onto her tits, squeezing them tightly in her hands. Just watching her brought me closer to orgasm, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold on for long. The need immediately took hold of me and I leaned forward, thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking her deep and hard. She reached up and grabbed the headboard, moans mimicking the rhythm of my hips.

I gripped her waist and pulled her into me, meeting my hips with a loud, slapping sound of our skin. Her tits bounced up and down and she screamed out in ecstasy as I rubbed up and down her hard nub. I could see her body reacting, and I wanted to make her cum so bad. I thrust again, and again, over and over, until she was so close to orgasm that I could feel the tension in her muscles. I reached my hand down and rubbed her clit hard and fast, my dick sliding in and out of her.

She threw her head back and arched her chest as the fire inside of her exploded. I could feel her body stiffening around me and it became too much to bear. I thrust back and forth a few more times, going deep and holding it there, the warmth of her juices surrounding my aching shaft. My body tensed, and I held my breath as I was overtaken by pleasure, everything in my body shaking hard.

It had to be the best sex I had ever had. But then again, I thought that with her every time.