Chapter Seven
Ian
“Your phone’s ringing,” Stacia whispered against my lips.
We were inside of the private elevator of the hotel going up to my suite. It would only take less than a minute to get to my room, however, the thought of keeping my hands off of Stacia for even that short amount of time seemed to be too tall a task to perform. Thus, I had her pinned against the wall of the elevator, my hands firmly gripping her waist and my lips trailing down the side of her neck. That was when we were interrupted by my ringing cell phone.
I grunted before pulling back and searching for my ringing phone. My frown deepened at the sight of name of the caller.
“What, Jamie?” I snapped.
“Ian, where did you go? We still have—”
“I’m retiring for the evening. Was there something urgent you needed to discuss?”
“No, but—”
“Then we’ll talk tomorrow.” I quickly hung up on Jamie and shoved my cell back into my back pocket.
“That wasn’t polite,” Stacia admonished.
“I’m not a polite man.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Stacia pulled her head back when I went to kiss her again. I groaned in aggravation.
“I don’t think she likes me.”
I gave her a confused look.
“Jamie.”
I rolled my eye. “I don’t keep her employed to like people.” With that, any further conversation regarding Jamie or anyone else on my damn staff was over. Thankfully, the elevator buzzed and the doors parted, directly to my hotel suite for the evening. Taking Stacia by the hand, I led us both toward the suite’s master bedroom.
I was moving at nearly a frantic pace but the need to strip both of us down and be inside of Stacia was my sole motivation at that moment. Nothing else mattered. Not Jamie, not business dealings, not even the holiday party at my brother’s the following week that I was less than enthused about attending.
“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” Stacia stated, giggling before slapping my hands away.
Promise?
That reply hit me like a ton of bricks. For the first time in forever, I actually wanted a woman to not go anywhere. Thankfully, I didn’t have too much time to ponder it when Stacia spun around, presenting me with her back.
“Zipper,” was all she said.
My fingers moved to the top of the high-neck dress she’d worn to begin sliding the clasp of the zipper down the length of her back, revealing smooth toffee skin as I went. I separated the sides of the black dress, leaving the top half to fall down to her waist. When it did, I spun Stacia back to face me, pulling her in for another round of kisses. Her soft hands moved to my shoulders, separating the sides of my tuxedo jacket. I lowered my arms to allow her to push the jacket completely off of me.
This was one of my favorite parts of being with Stacia—the time we took to methodically undress one another. It was akin to painstakingly unraveling each tie off a beautifully wrapped Christmas present. The wrapping itself was almost gift enough. Almost. Eventually, however, the anticipation got too high and we both were in a frenzy of hands and arms, undoing buttons, clasps, and tugging at waistbands until the gift of both of us being completely exposed to one another was finally revealed.
I ran my hands up and down the sides of Stacia’s body, enjoying the feel of her bared skin in my hands.
“I was kind of mean to you earlier,” she remarked against my lips.
“How so?”
“Making fun of your little ego tantrum with Aaron Townsend.”
The sound of another man’s name while she was naked in my arms nearly caused a fury of jealousy to rise in me. However, she quickly expunged that flame when she said, “So to make it up to you …” She trailed off at the same time she went to her knees in front of me.
A much welcomed sight, I have to say.
She didn’t waste any time, as she licked and then parted her lips, engulfing the entire head of my cock in her mouth. I rolled my head back, gaze touching the ceiling at the feeling of pleasure threatening to consume me whole. My hand went to the back of Stacia’s bobbing head, holding her in place. The moans emanating from her own throat signaled that she enjoyed what she was doing just as much as I was.
“Fuck!” I grunted when she softly ran her bottom teeth along the bottom of my cock. My heart rate and breathing intensified, and my stomach muscles clenched. My orgasm was imminent. And Stacia, the little hellion, increased the pace of her head and hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suctioning around my stiffness. My fingers curled tightly in the back of her head, grasping her short curls for dear life.
I opened my mouth to tell her I was about to come but words escaped me. I attempted to pull back from her greedy mouth but she was relentless. The next thing I knew, I was coming harder than I could ever recall from a blow job, directly into Stacia’s mouth. She took every drop just like it was intended only for her.
“Mmm,” she moaned once my cock popped out of her mouth.
Goddamn.
Never had a sight had me so fucking horny. In no time my hands were wrapped around her arms, pulling her body to stand as my lips pressed into hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me and she kissed me back with the same intensity.
After laying her down on the bed, I quickly moved her to turn over on her stomach. Cursing myself, I moved away from her body to reach for the nightstand at the side of the bed. Pulling out the box of condoms I’d placed inside earlier, I removed a condom and sheathed myself in record time.
“All fours,” I ordered.
Stacia must’ve been as lacking in patience as I was at that moment, because she moved into position before the words were even fully out of my mouth. I pressed an open palm to the middle of her lower back, encouraging her to arch it, as I lined myself up with her opening.
Slowly, I melted into her, causing a sigh of relief mixed with moans from the both of us. As I sank deeper and deeper into her body it felt as if a weight had been lifted or as if I was coming home after a long time away. Either way, it felt … right.
“Ian, you … you have to m-move,” she breathlessly urged while wiggling her hips.
“You feel so fucking good,” I responded, at a loss for words. It felt torturous to the both of us to prolong what we both needed. Moving my hips back, I then thrust inside of Stacia, slamming into the backs of her thighs. Her entire body shivered and rippled. Her moans grew as I began thrusting in and out of her in rapid succession. My fingers tightly held onto the sides of her waist as if, subconsciously, I feared she would somehow get away. Stacia made sure to prove how unlikely that was when she began pushing back against me. We fell into the natural rhythm that always seemed to completely engulf us. My breathing hitched as I felt the warning tingles of my impending orgasm. I shook my head, silently warning my body that it would not have its second release of the night until the woman writhing beneath me had her first.
I reached around Stacia’s waist with my hand, finding her distended button. Making small circles against her clit with my forefinger, I continued pounding into her with my hips. Stacia’s moans grew louder and her pussy muscles began tightly gripping my cock for dear life.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I grunted, encouraging her.
And come she did. Within seconds her movements stilted as the orgasm awakened all over her entire body. Only after her release did I allow my body to relax into the orgasm that I’d fought hard to keep under wraps, until right then. The gripping muscles of Stacia’s pussy, her moans, and the feel of her writhing hips beneath me, all did me in. I came and came until I was completely spent.
Tired but mindful of the woman in my bed, I wrapped my right arm around Stacia’s waist and brought her down with me as I crashed against the bed. Our breathing was the only thing that could be heard around the large bedroom for a long while.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I breathed out after a long silence.
Stacia, who’s back was pressed against my chest as she laid on top of me, giggled. I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“It’s not Christmas yet.”
Lifting my head, I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s not? I felt like I just got my gift.”
She sighed, turning and snuggling into my body. The warmth our bodies created together was all the covering we used that night as we fell asleep.
****
“Cancel everything,” I demanded into my phone the next morning.
I heard Jamie’s gasp. “Ian, we can’t. You have—”
“I know my goddamned schedule, Jamie. Better than you do. Cancel everything. I’ve already informed my assistant I’m taking the next five days off.” It was December nineteenth.
“That only leaves time for Ben’s Christmas Eve party.”
“Which I’ll be attending. In the meantime, cancel everything else,” I stated in a clipped tone.
“So you are going to Ben’s party?”
“Didn’t I just say that I was?” I pulled the phone from my ear, staring at it as if I could peer at Jamie through it to ensure I was talking to the right person. The woman was questioning just about everything I did and I hated being questioned by anyone.
“What am I supposed to tell everyone that was expecting—”
“Make something up. Figure it out. Do your damn job. I’ll be out of touch unless it’s for emergencies between now and the twenty-fourth.” With that, I disconnected the call.
Moving back from the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room space of the hotel suite, I tossed my cell phone onto the leather taupe couch and picked up the hotel phone that rested on the desk. I was immediately connected to the hotel concierge service where I ordered breakfast for myself and the sleeping beauty in my bed.
After hanging up the phone, I moved toward the bedroom and pushed the door open. A smile hit my lips at the sight of Stacia still sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed. Not only did she like sleeping in, she also enjoyed taking up nearly the whole bed. A fact I’d awoken to on more than one occasion with nearly her entire body resting on top of mine.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I called, using the pet name I’d somehow given her.
“Mmm, let me sleep,” she groaned and tried to turn over when I began tickling her underneath her right ear. Soon her groans of annoyance turned into a fit of giggles. And before I knew it, those chocolate eyes were opening for me to see.
“I should sue you for using my ticklishness against me like this,” she stated around a yawn, covering her mouth.
I grunted. “I’ve had more frivolous lawsuits than that against me thrown out. I’ll take my chances.”
I just narrowly blocked an incoming pillow with my forearm. I tossed my head back and laughed at Stacia’s attempt to throw another pillow my way before I snatched it from her.
“What’s on the agenda today?” she questioned after finally sitting up.
“I’ve canceled all my events over the next five days.”
Stacia’s eyes widened. “Did something happen?”
You happened.
I cleared my throat. “I’ve just decided to give it a rest for the next few days. All of our seasonal brands have had a successful launch. Anything that needs to be handled for business can wait until after the holidays.”
“Oh, so you won’t be traveling for a few days?” Her voice didn’t hold quite the same energy as a moment ago. I watched her carefully as she lowered her gaze to her fidgeting hands in her lap.
“No, I won’t,” I answered.
“So then, you won’t need a date … I mean, to all your galas and museum showcases and events.”
I shook my head. “I won’t need a date for those since I won’t be attending any.”
“Then I guess—”
“Come away with me for a few days.” It was meant to be a question but it came out as an order. Whatever. Either way, she was coming with me. I didn’t take the next five days off to spend them alone. Although, that idea had never disturbed me before.
Stacia’s face went from pensive to perplexed. “Go away with you? Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”
“Technically, but this isn’t for you to be on my arm as my date. Well, it is, but not for any outings, unless you wanted to go out. But, I mean … aw fuck!” I never got fucking tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Where’re we going then?”
I pushed out a breath through my nose, grateful for the question. If nothing else, it got my mind off the fact that my brain was probably short-circuiting or something.
“A place I go to when I want to get away from everything and everyone.”
“That sounds cryptic.”
I smiled. Those seemed to come much more naturally over the past few weeks.
“I-uh, might have to clear it with my job.”
“Already done.” Yes, I’d already made arrangements with Stacia’s employer to ensure she would be available to me until after the New Year. I was nothing if not thorough.
“Oh, well, in that case …”
I literally held my breath as she took her time answering. Again, what the hell was wrong with me?
“I’d love to.”
The breath I’d been holding oozed from my lungs. Relief, a sense I didn’t feel too often because I rarely feared the outcome of anything, actually cascaded through my body. It was the first time I realized that I’d been afraid that if given a choice, Stacia would opt not to spend time with me.
Her hand covered mine. “I’ll go anywhere you want.”
The biggest urge to tackle her, press her back down against the mattress, and repeat those words over and over again as I thrust in and out of her overcame me. Just as I moved to make the fantasy in my head a reality, a knock at the door sounded.
“That’s our breakfast,” I stated out loud, more as a reminder to myself than for Stacia’s benefit.
“You better go get it, then. I’m starving. And since you’re taking me to a secret location, who knows the next time I’ll have an opportunity to eat.” Stacia laughed as she flounced out of bed, completely naked, and strolled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“I’m coming!” I called out at the sound of a second knock on the door. My tone may have been a little sharp but there was an unmistakable smile on my face as I retrieved our breakfast. I’d already scheduled our flight to leave in two hours. Giving us enough time to complete breakfast, pack, and send down our belongings and possibly get in another round in the shower before heading to the airport.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I said out of nowhere as I closed the door behind the hotel employee that’d delivered our food. It was going to be a Merry Christmas that year.