Sierra
I was sitting at my desk when Kirsty came busting through the door.
“What are you doing for your birthday? Wait; don’t answer that. I’ll tell you what you’re doing for your birthday. We are celebrating it at Lure and you can’t say no because I already booked it and I had to give a large, non-refundable deposit. The only thing is, since your birthday is on a Sunday, we’re doing it on Friday night. Saturday was already booked,” she pouted.
“Really? You really want to do this for me?”
“Of course I do.” She smiled. “You’re my bestie and it’s a big birthday for you. So we’re doing it and that’s all there is to it.”
I sighed. She knew damn well I hated big parties like that, but it meant a lot to her to put this together for me, so I agreed.
“Fine.”
“Yay!” she exclaimed as she jumped up and down. “You’re going to have so much fun!”
I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm and then told her about Cameron.
“Did you know that Cameron’s birthday is the same day as mine and he’s also going to be thirty?”
“Shut the fuck up! Are you serious? Wow. What a coincidence, Sierra. I’m inviting him so we can celebrate his birthday too.”
“I doubt he’ll come. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who gets into those things.”
“He’ll come. Trust me.” She smiled as she walked out the door. A few moments later, she popped her head back in. “Oh, by the way, I signed us up for ballroom dance lessons. James is going to be my partner, so you better find one fast. Lessons start tomorrow.”
“What?! I’m not taking ballroom dancing lessons. What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I figured you’d react that way. You really have no choice. Aruelia and Co. are looking for a new advertising agency. They’re one of the biggest ballroom dance companies in the world. This account means millions. So, you’re going to brush up on your ballroom dancing skills and know what the hell you’re talking about when you meet with them in a month. Word on the street is that they only are interested in those who are as passionate about ballroom dancing as they are.”
“So why the hell are you taking lessons? Why can’t James be my partner?”
“Because I want to dance with him.” She winked. “Find someone. Ask one of your suits or, better yet, get Builder Boy to join us.”
“I’m firing you!” I yelled as I threw my stress reliever ball at the door.
The day was a big clusterfuck, as usual. I left the office around ten p.m. and, when I got home, I headed straight to the kitchen and pulled out the bottle of tequila and did a shot. I looked out the window at the guesthouse and all the lights were off. He sure goes to bed early, I thought to myself. I was startled when Cameron walked into the kitchen, wiping his hands on a cloth.
“Whatcha looking at?”
I put my hand over my heart, as it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. “My God, you scared me.”
“Sorry.” He smiled.
“Why are you still here?”
“Why are you just getting home?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“I’m still here for the same reason you’re just getting home. There were more problems with the tear out in your bathroom than anticipated, so I didn’t want to get behind.”
“How is that the same reason as mine?”
“Were you at the office?” he asked.
“Yes. It was a big clusterfuck of a day.”
“See. Same reason. Your bathroom is one big clusterfuck.” He smiled.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay. I don’t want to know what kind of clusterfuck it is; just rebuild it. Would you like some tequila, since we both had such clusterfucks of a day?” I asked.
“I would love some. Thank you.”
I took another glass from the cupboard, poured some tequila in, and handed it to him. “Cheers.” I smiled as I held up my glass.
He threw it back and shook his head. “Whew, it’s been a while since I had tequila.”
“So, what are you doing tomorrow night?” I asked.
“Nothing that I know of. Why?”
I put my glass down and shimmied over to him, dancing around him with my arms up in the air.
“Because you’re coming with me to take a ballroom dancing class.” I smiled.
His head turned from side to side as I danced around him. “Yeah, right. I don’t dance.”
“But it will be so much fun!” I whined as I continued dancing around him.
“Will you stop that?” he asked.
“Stop what? Dancing around you?”
“Yes. You’re driving me nuts.” He chuckled.
“Then say yes and I’ll stop.”
“No, Sierra. I’m not taking ballroom dancing lessons with you.”
“I promise to show you my titties if you do.” I smiled as I bit down on my bottom lip.
“I already saw them.”
I stopped dancing and looked at him. “What do you mean, you already saw them?”
“That night you went skinny dipping. I saw you take your dress off before you dove into the pool.”
“I KNEW IT!” I exclaimed as I pointed my finger at him. “You asshole! You lied to me.”
“Just a teeny one. I didn’t want to embarrass you. If it makes you feel any better, I think you have perfect titties and a perfect body.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, really.” He smiled shyly.
“Well, then, it’s settled. You’ll be attending dancing lessons with me tomorrow night, since you were a perv and you stared at my naked body without me knowing. That classifies you as a peeping Tom.”
“I am not a peeping Tom. You can’t say that!” he said.
“Hmm. Let’s see.” I took my phone from the counter and googled “peeping Tom.” “Here’s the definition: a person who gets sexual pleasure from secretly watching people undressing or engaging in sexual activity. Did you get aroused when you watched me take off my dress and saw my naked body? Well, did you?”
He stood there and looked at me with a smirk on his face. “I am a man, after all, Sierra.”
Shit. What Kirsty said was probably true. He probably did jack off that night after seeing me. I wasn’t about to ask him. But he was going to take dancing lessons with me as a punishment.
“Now you shall be punished, Mr. Cole, and your punishment is taking dancing lessons with me.”
“Fine. You’re right. I shouldn’t have stood there and watched you, but you’re too damn beautiful not to.”
My stomach tied itself in knots and my heart began racing. He just told me that I was too damn beautiful. How was I supposed to react to that? I needed to stay calm and cool, but I really wanted to jump on him and kiss him passionately.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome. By the way, why are you taking those lessons?”
I poured us another shot of tequila. “I have a potential client who’s one of the biggest ballroom dancing companies in the world. They’re looking for a new ad agency, so Kirsty did some research and said that word on the street is they’re only interested in those that share the same passion as they do.”
“I can understand that. Tomorrow night, you said?”
“Yes. Kirsty and James are taking lessons as well. Kirsty is trying to get into his pants.”
Cameron laughed. “So does that mean you’re trying to get into mine?” He winked.
“Maybe.” I winked back with a smile. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” I said as I walked away. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into him.
“Let’s see first if we have the chemistry to dance together. Because if we don’t, it’s not going to work.”
I smiled as I put my other hand on his shoulder and we moved back and forth. We stared into each other’s eyes as we swayed to nothing but silence. My heart began picking up the pace again and my stomach was still tied in knots. The only difference this time was that I was getting wetter by the second.
“I thought you didn’t dance,” I said.
“I don’t. But the reason is because I haven’t had anyone to dance with in a long time.” He smiled.
That was it. That damn fucking smile that brightened my life and made my panties wet every day was too much at that moment. I needed to kiss him. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from smashing my mouth against his. He removed his hand from my hip and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“You truly are beautiful,” he said as he leaned his face closer to mine.
Oh hell. Fuck it. I leaned my face closer to his as our lips softly met each other and introduced themselves. Our soft kiss became more passionate. He broke his lips from mine and looked at me while he slowly shook his head. I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I smiled at him as a signal that it was okay to keep going. He smiled back and pressed his lips against mine, creating such a force that I almost had an orgasm. His fingers took hold of my cami as he lifted it over my head. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and shoved my hands down the back of his pants, grabbing his fine ass. He gasped as he unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor. He sat me up on the counter and spread my legs as his hand went up my thigh and his fingers reached the edge of my panties. There I sat, on top of my kitchen counter, being ravished by a man who was not my type. Or maybe he was my type, but I just never knew it until now. He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. He pushed my panties to the side and inserted his finger inside of me. I gasped and I began to moan.
“You’re so wet, Sierra.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and his finger played around inside of me. As his tongue and lips explored my neck, my hands reached around from his ass to his hard cock. I took in a deep breath when I felt his length. He had received a wonderful gift from God. As I stroked him up and down, his hands cupped my breasts.
“God, Sierra, I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you,” he whispered.
“I want you too. Please fuck me, Cameron. I want you to fuck me.”
He suddenly stopped and looked at me. “Fuck. I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh, I do!” I said as my face lit up. “My purse, right there. Just dump it and grab one.”
“You keep condoms in your purse?” he asked as I continued to stroke his cock.
“Aren’t you happy I do?”
“Yes, right now, I am,” he said breathlessly as he ripped open the package. I took the condom from his hand.
“Let me put it on you.” I smiled as I nipped at his lip.
I rolled it down his cock as his mouth engulfed my breast. He cupped his hands under my ass and brought me closer to the edge of the counter. He took down my panties and pushed his cock inside me. We both moaned in sync and our lips locked tightly. As he thrust in and out me, he fisted my hair and tilted my head back so he could have full access to my neck. My breathing became rapid and I was in the moment. I was in the moment with him. Not with George Clooney, but with Cameron Cole.
“God, Sierra, you feel so good.”
“So do you, Cameron,” I replied with bated breath.
“I don’t want to come this way. I want to pick you up and take you over to the couch, but I don’t want to stop.”
“Just fuck me, Cameron. Keep fucking me because I’m about to come. I promise we can do it again right after on the couch because I’m going to need more from you.”
“God, you’re so hot,” he said as he moved in and out of me at a rapid pace.
The noise coming from my mouth surprised even me. He was by far the best sex I ever had. “Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m coming,” I yelled as my legs tightened around him and my body shook.
“Sierra, you feel so good. FUCK!” he yelled as he pushed deeper inside me. “Ah,” he said breathlessly as we held each other tight.
He broke our embrace, pulled out of me, and kissed my lips. He stared into my eyes while giving me a small smile and brushing my hair away from my face. I stared back into his green eyes and then softly kissed his chin. The moment we shared was unlike any other I’d shared with anyone before. I was still horny and I prayed to God he was too. He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash can, then turned and looked at me.
“I hope you don’t regret what we just did,” he said.
“I won’t. Now take me over to the couch and fuck me again.” I smiled.
“I have a better idea. How about if I carry you upstairs to your bed and make sweet love to you.”
“I think I like that idea.”
I looked over at the dumped contents of my purse all over the counter. I didn’t see another condom. Shit. “I don’t have any more condoms.”
“Damn it. I don’t either,” he said as he stroked my breast.
“You can always pull out and come all over me. I think that’s really hot.” I smiled.
“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled back and lifted me from the counter, carrying me upstairs and into the bedroom.