Chapter4
Charlotte’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. She stared at him as he walked across the room toward her, barely able to believe that it was happening. He held out his hand to her and she took it.
He pulled her gently from the bed so that she was standing before him, and the closeness of him to her paired with the ravenous fire in his eyes stole away her breath. He walked with her to the doorway that led out to the deck, stopping her just inside of it.
“I want to see the moonlight on your body.” He told her in a low voice. She opened her mouth to speak and he placed his fingers over it. “No… no talking. This is just business.” He stared hard at her and leaned in close, kissing her softly at first, discovering her, tasting her, tracing his tongue over her lips, but then his kisses grew more intense and he pushed himself away, closing his eyes and his breathing, pacing himself.
When he opened his eyes again, he reached up to her shoulder and slid his fingers beneath the thin strap of her silky nightgown. Leaning in close to her again, he took his time running his fingertips over her skin, slipping the strap off of her shoulder, and pressing his lips lightly to the places that were revealed to him.
She drew in a breath, holding it deep in her as she watched him, feeling his mouth on her skin, and realizing so many fantasies that she had had. He took his time sliding the strap off of her other shoulder, and letting her silken gown slip downward, held on her body only by the swell of her breasts.
Brady kissed her other shoulder, moving his lips and tongue slowly over her skin, following the line of the material as it draped precariously on her feminine curves. She gasped and curled her fingers tightly as fire began to race through every part of her.
Leaning back slightly, he tucked his fingertip below the material and slipped it off of her breasts. The nightgown fell to her feet, puddled at the floor beneath her, leaving her bare before him. His eyes drifted slowly over her, followed by his hands, carving and sculpting her skin beneath his touch, groaning with need at the sight and feel of her.
Charlotte couldn’t breathe she was so consumed with an ache for him as desire swept through her. Reaching her hands up toward his collar, she was going to push his shirt off of his shoulders, but he grabbed her wrists, pressing her back up against the door as he closed the distance between them, breathlessly crushing her mouth with his. She cried out, but not from pain.
The sound that came from her only made him groan deeply and he released her arms, his hands moving to her breasts and her hips. “God, I want you so much,” he mumbled against her skin. “I can’t stop thinking about you, about this.” He scooped her up into his arms and walked to the bed with her, laying her back in it and standing beside the bed, looking down at her hungrily. He ran his hands over her, her dark skin glowing beautifully in the moonlight as the ocean crashed to the beach just outside.
He shed his clothes quickly and in one movement he was on her bed with her, pushing her thighs apart as he kissed and sucked and bit his way to her core. She arched her back, soft cries spilling from her as he devoured her, teasing and taunting her with his tongue until she began to move her body against his mouth, twisting her head back and forth in ecstatic agony. Shuddering all over, she came, reaching her fingers into his hair and tugging hard at it as his tongue found new depths in her.
When her breath returned and her trembling had subsided, he moved his body up between her legs, gently rubbing the hot hard length of himself against the outside of her, teasing her again as his hunger for her drove him to her breasts, cupping them, bringing them to his mouth as he greedily consumed them, biting and sucking hard. She reached her arms up and held tight to him, and a moment later he thrust himself into her, crying out with her, their voices mingled in rapture as he filled all of her with his thick, throbbing erection.
Her arms began to ache from holding on to him so tightly as he moved in her and she swayed her hips against his in cadence with his insatiable passion. Wrapping her legs around him, she drew him into her as deeply as she could, squeezing him tightly with her body. He groaned with pleasure and kissed her hard as he rocked her.
They wrestled and sweated, kissed, touched, tasted, and held tightly to each other until they were exhausted and could hold back no more, and at long, long last, he drove himself into the deepest part of her, and flooded her with his release. She quivered in his arms, moaning with her own orgasm at the feel of his inside of her.
As their breath slowly came back to them, he touched his nose to hers, kissing her softly a few times before he withdrew from her, pushed himself up off the bed, picked up his clothes, and walked out of her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.
She sat there in her bed, staring after him, her body still rushing with fire and pleasure, moist with sweat and breathless with spent passion. Blinking, she came to herself slightly, leaning back against her pillows and curling up on her side.
Her mind was ablaze with the experience they had shared. She had never expected it to be so incredible. There was more passion with him than she ever could have imagined with him or anyone else.
Charlotte wondered if it was the ignition to the flame of a first touch, or if it would be like that every time he was with her, and the thought made her smile. She had become his lover, finally, and it didn’t matter what the circumstances were. She was his, and it had been incredible.
She showered in the morning and dressed in a pretty, form fitting sundress that buttoned up the front and was sprinkled with small flowers. She put her hair up in a loose bun at the back of her head, and went to wake Abbie.
It wasn’t long after that that Brady had breakfast going. She wondered how it would be in the sunlight of the morning after. She felt her heart pick up speed and her cheeks grow warm as she and Abbie made their way downstairs.
He looked up at them and smiled, waving to Abbie and waiting for her to come running down the stairs and kiss him. He gave Charlotte a smile too, though there was a fire in his eyes that had never been there before. Otherwise, he acted cool, as if everything was a normal as it could be.
They played as much as they had the day before, having a great time laughing and running on the beach, building things in the sand and frolicking in the waves. They had lunch together, and Brady put Abbie down for a nap.
When she was asleep, he left her in her room, and went to Charlotte, finding her in the sitting room with a book in her hands. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her ravenously, his hands exploring her body as he walked with her to his office, closing the door and locking it behind him.
He slid his jeans down and lowered himself to the couch, sliding her panties off of her and dropping them on the floor. Her heart was racing as he pushed her dress up over her thighs, pulling her legs over his hips and slowly entered her, savoring the feel of every inch as her body closed around his erection.
They moved slowly together, relishing the feel of their connection, and he reached his hands up and unbuttoned her dress, pulling her to him and closing his mouth over her dark nipples, each in turn. They held to each other tightly as they moved back and forth, swaying deeper and faster as the fires in them became a blaze.
He dropped his hands from her breasts as she moved her body over his, grabbing onto her hips and closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned his head back, nearly clenching his jaw as he moaned, “Ride me… ride me!”
She let her own head fall back as she rocked him, crying out softly with exquisite pleasure. He pushed himself up into her fully and grabbed onto her, holding her against him and burying his face in her breasts as he reached his climax. She shook in his arms as her own orgasm overwhelmed her.
Again, he kissed her mouth softly, tasting her slowly and sweetly, before she rose from his groin and he stood up, redressing himself. He kissed her once more before he left, lingering long and slow on her lips.
When Abbie woke up, Charlotte took her swimming in the lagoon on the beach. They played with fish of every color of the rainbow, in many different sizes. They looked at a wide array of corals, they swam with big green turtles again, and practiced swimming underwater for longer periods of time. Afterward, they lay on the beach and looked at seashells. It was a lovely afternoon.
Brady took them for a hike through the jungle up an easy trail to a waterfall and pool, where the mist from the falling water made a rainbow, and flowering vines grew all along the rocks that wreathed the water. They swam in the pool and picked flowers to take home along the way back down. Abbie was delighted with it, as were Charlotte and Brady.
Charlotte felt amazing; better than she had since she had started her job with Brady, but she still had some doubts floating around in the back of her mind. She thought about what it would be like when they went back to Manhattan. There, on their island paradise, they could make love by moonlight and sneak in a heated tryst during the afternoon, but when they got back to real life, back to the house and his job, and her job being Abbie’s full-time nanny, she wondered how different it would be between them. It couldn’t stay as magical and erotic as it was on the island. The curiosity hung around her like a mist, never quite leaving her.
She also wondered how he could be so lustful, so passionate and hungry for her, how he could take her the way that he had and give himself to her fully, and then walk away without a single hesitation or emotion. She couldn’t understand how it was so easy for him to be so cool afterward, and just leave, but it was. If she could have had a wish realized, she would have wanted him to stay there with her, to hold her and kiss her softly, and to fall asleep with her, but that was not their arrangement.
Charlotte wasn’t sure if she would see him that night, after having shared intimacy with him the night before and in the middle of the day, but when she turned out her light, he came through the doorway, already half undressed as he strode in, and fully undressed by the time he reached her bed.
She couldn’t help the thrill of anticipation that coursed through her, wanting him; needing to feel him touch her and fill her with himself. She expected that her desire for him would lessen as they satisfied some of their urges, but it was obvious that her need for him only grew more intense, and she could see that it was the same for him.
Their growing familiarity with each other gave them a sense of comfort and ease around one another, some aspect of freedom, opening up every possibility for them to explore further desires and pleasures. It also made the fires between them grow bigger and stronger than they had ever expected, and the magnetism between them increased tenfold.
Brady came straight for her, as if he could hardly wait to touch her skin, to cup and kiss it and feel it against his. He closed his mouth over hers, savoring her, kissing her slow and hot and making her want him even more.
“I want your mouth on me.” He told her quietly, laying on his back and bringing her hands to the solid erection at his groin. She smiled at him and kissed her way slowly down his chest to his hardened belly, nestling down in between his legs.
She stroked her fingers back and forth over the length of him, running the tip of her tongue along the shaft and sucking gently at the end of him. He groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow, and she loved to see him swoon with such intense pleasure. Wrapping her full lips around him, she slid him into her mouth and far down her throat, taking in as much of his as she could as he began to sway his hips into her, and she massaged the base of him.
The more she tasted him, sucked and nibbled at him, teased and aroused him, the more she wanted him as well. His breath grew short and shallow and he clenched his fingers in the long waves of her hair, groaning as he nearly lost control from everything she was doing to him.
“Stop!” He finally gasped. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want that inside you, deep inside you.” He brought her up to him and rolled her to her back, spreading her legs and burying himself in the depths of her, filling her and moving in her a long while before he finally let go, crying out with her as they came together, their orgasms as intertwined as their bodies were.
When the blazing heat in them began to subside, he kissed her softly, touching her cheek and gazing into her warm brown eyes. She felt as if she had never been connected to another soul as closely as she was to him in that moment.
“How many men have you been with before me?” he asked, searching her eyes.
“One.” She answered honestly. “My freshman year of college.” She wondered why he cared, or why it had even occurred to him to ask.
“There’s a shyness about you, but you don’t let it stop you from trying new things. There’s still something of an innocence about you. It’s sweet. It makes me want…” He trailed off. “It’s sweet.” He repeated. He kissed her again; long, slow, tenderly, and then pushed himself up from her bed, picked up his clothes and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Charlotte watched him go in surprise. She didn’t have much experience in the bedroom with men, but it felt so natural with Brady that she just went with what felt good; what felt right. She was already learning with him, and she had discovered that she loved everything that happened between them, and she wanted more of it.
She laid her head on her pillow and smiled wide, her dark eyes shining. Her fantasies had never come close to how truly incredible it felt to her to really be with him, and she reveled in the deliciousness of just how good it was. Even as a paid lover. Even if it was just the sex with no romance, no love, no ties or confusion or emotion, even just satisfying the desire in her was better than anything she had ever known.
A small frown tugged at the corners of her mouth then, and she wondered how something that left her feeling so good could also leave her feeling so empty at the same time.
When she woke up, it was their last day on the island, and they used it well. They ate another tropical breakfast, played on the beach, and drove further around the island going to a couple of the villages where they shopped and ate; trying new things, and they talked a while with the locals. They bought a few souvenirs and took some photographs with each other in beautiful places, and then made their way back to the house.
They packed their bags, and headed back to the airport. Abbie didn’t want to go, and her father sympathized with her. “I know, pumpkin. We never spend enough time here, do we?”
Not long afterward they were on the plane headed home, and Brady was much less subtle about the looks of desire and need that he gave to Charlotte. Even seeing the hunger for her in his eyes was enough to make her hot, burning for him, no matter where they were.
When they returned, life seemed to go back to normal right away, and Charlotte awoke Monday morning to find Brady gone to work, and she had Abbie for the day. She could not stop thinking about the unbelievable change that had happened between her and Brady on the islands, and she wanted more than anything to talk with her best friend about it. When Abbie went down for her nap, that’s just what Charlotte did.
Rita was thrilled to hear from her. “Girl, where are you? I saw some picture you put up online with some palm trees and a beach! What’s going on?”
“Well on Friday morning he stayed home from work and said he had a business meeting on an island in the Caribbean and he wanted Abbie and me to go with him.” Charlotte began, feeling like that Friday morning had been light years before, rather than four days.
“I’m officially jealous of your job. I just want you to know that.” Rita groaned and Charlotte could almost hear her eyes rolling in her head over the phone.
“We flew down in his private jet; he has a private jet-”
“Of course, he does. Don’t all billionaires have a private jet?”
Charlotte laughed softly. “Well we got there and I thought that we were going to be in a hotel or something; some rented house, but we went to his house. He owns a house on the island. I thought wow, how lucky that he can arrange his business meeting where he has a house that he can stay at on the island and get a little bit of a vacation in while we’re there.”
“That’s pretty convenient.” Rita agreed.
“Yeah… it turns out that I was his business meeting.” Charlotte bit her lower lip. She wasn’t ashamed of what she was doing, but it still made her somewhat anxious to tell anyone the real details of it.
There was a short silence on the other end of the line. “What do you mean, you were the business meeting?”
Taking a deep breath and trying to steady her heart, Charlotte explained. “Well, he took me in his office there and gave me a proposition.”
“For what? You’re already looking after his kid. He schlepped you all the way down to the tropics to make you a business offer?” Rita asked doubtfully. “What was it?”
Charlotte’s fingers curled tighter around the phone in her hand. “He wanted me to sign a contract agreeing to be his lover. No romance, no love, nothing like that, just the sex.”
Rita gasped loudly and nearly choked. “What?”
“For five thousand dollars more a month.”
There was a long period of silence at the other end of the line.
“Rita?” Charlotte asked worriedly. She knew it was surprising, but she hadn’t expected it to be quite that much of a shock.
“I know I heard you wrong.” Rita finally answered in a low and serious voice.
“No, you heard me right.” Charlotte answered nervously.
“I can’t even believe it. At all. I just can’t.” Rita sighed. “That man wants to pay you five grand a month to have sex with him? What did you tell him?”
It was Charlotte’s turn to hesitate. “I told him yes, and I signed it.”
“Oh my god.”
“I know… I know it’s kind of bordering on prostitution but-” Charlotte tried to reason.
“That isn’t bordering on prostitution. That is prostitution.” Rita scolded her somewhat.
“Well I wanted him so much and I’d have done it without the money anyway.” Charlotte answered, feeling somewhat guilty about her choice in the light of day.
“Oh honey. I know you wanted him, but think about what you’re doing! I mean… you think you can do this and not get your heart all tangled up? Just sex and no romance? Now don’t get me wrong, that actually sounds like a pretty sweet deal, but that’s not really who you are. That’s not the kind of lady you are. I know you, and you live from the heart! How are you going to do this?” Rita pressed her seriously.
Charlotte sighed. “Well, so far it’s working, I think. I guess I’ll just have to be careful about getting emotion tied up in it. You know. I’ll just keep it physical, and it will be alright.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“I know… I can’t either, but you know how much I wanted him. I was having such a hard time trying to keep my mind off him, and now it’s changed, so fast… now… he wants me too.” She smiled a little as memories of his hands and mouth on her body took her breath away.
“Well, what was it like? Was it worth it?” Rita asked skeptically. It was clear that she didn’t think it should have been done to begin with, but she was willing to listen.
With a grin, Charlotte looked up and let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. “It’s beyond anything I ever could have imagined. He’s amazing. He’s a super-hot lover, and he’s just such a good man! I know I can’t have him outside of his bed, but even just having that much of him, and the other homey side of him when he’s here with Abbie being her daddy, that’s enough, I think. The sex is definitely worth it, that I can promise you, so worth it. But, I don’t regret it, even though I know the limitations may be difficult, I don’t regret doing it at all.”
“Well I’m glad to hear that the sex is good, but you better watch out for your heart. I mean it. It’s hard to separate emotion from physical connection. You better keep those in two different baskets, honey, or your heart is going to pay for it, big time.” Rita warned her earnestly.
“I know it. I can’t afford to get emotionally attached to him; he’s emotionally unavailable. At least… he is with me. I know there’s no chance of anything there. I’ll just have to keep it physical and forget the rest. Enjoy the satisfaction and fun while it’s part of the deal, and when it’s done, then I’ll have to let go. There’s no way around it.” Charlotte knew that she could never have him, but she was still willing to risk a potential heartbreak to be his lover. To her, it was worth it.
“Please just be careful.” Rita urged her gently. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Me either.” Charlotte agreed, hoping she would be able to avoid it.
They talked a while longer, and then said their goodbyes. Charlotte was grateful to have such a good friend; one that she could share anything with. Even something that may prove to be the worst decision she’d ever made in her life.