Katie
One year later
“Good afternoon, this is Katie. How can I help you?” I answer my office phone trying not to sound flustered, but it’s Friday and I’ve had a busy week.
“You can help me by promising we’re still on for tonight.” Shane’s voice makes me smile.
“Oh, we’re on. It has been one crappy week and I’m missing my man.”
I can almost hear him smile through the phone. “I’m glad to hear it because I’m missing you too. Are you going to spend the night at my house? If you do, I’ll bring you to the club tomorrow for your girls’ night?”
“Sure, that sounds good. I can’t wait to see Sky and Sadie. They haven’t been out since they had the babies, and they’re promising us pictures.” I’m a big fan of babies, especially if they’re not mine. I love to spoil and play with them, then send them home.
“Well we’ll get to see them at dinner Monday night. It’s not like you have to wait too long to see them.”
“I know and I’m pretty excited. Anyway, what do you want to do tonight?”
“I figured we’d order in and hang out at my place. I’m working tomorrow night and you have your girls’ night, which means we’ll both be out late. Are you coming back here tomorrow night too?”
“That sounds like a plan, and of course I’ll go there tomorrow night. I’ll be leaving here in about an hour. I’ll swing home to get what I need for the weekend and meet you at your place.”
“I’m here waiting, baby.” I place the phone back on the cradle and bring my attention back to my work.
It’s almost my two-year anniversary as a marketing coordinator for Millennium Marketing. We’re not the top agency in the area, but we’re one of the best. I love what I do and the challenge of creating a marketing plan that will not only make my clients happy, but give them great results. I truly take pride in my work; however, I do have clients who drive me crazy and one of them has just emailed me.
This woman owns a local bridal shop, and I’ve been trying to help her figure out how to build her business. She’s complained about almost everything I’ve come up with, and she doesn’t want to spend much money. I’m about to tell my boss that we need to reject her as a client because she’s taking up way too much of my time and we’re getting nowhere with her. While I’m contemplating how to respond to her email, Tanya sticks her head in my office door.
“Hey Katie, you look deep in thought. Is everything okay?”
“Anna from the bridal shop is driving me crazy, Tanya. Nothing I do seems to be right for her and I’m about to tell her to find another marketing firm.”
“What’s her problem now?” she asks as she takes the seat across from my desk.
“She needs to spend money to market her business, but she’s cheap.”
Tanya shakes her head. “I love these people who come to us and expect us to work miracles with no money. What does she think we’re going to do, pay for her marketing?”
“I don’t know what she thinks, but I’ve spent enough time on this. With your permission, I’m going to tell her that I’ll meet with her one last time, but if she can’t start to agree on some sort of plan, then she’s going to need to find another marketing firm.”
“How many hours have you spent on this?” She sounds concerned, and she has a right to be. She pays me to meet with these people and if I can’t get them to sign, it’s an issue. I need to make it clear to her that it’s the client and not me.
“I’ve already met with her twice since our initial meeting, and each time she tells me she doesn’t like something so I come back and work on new ideas for her. Do you want to see my ideas?”
“No, I know if you felt you needed help with this you would have come to me. I agree with you. If she can’t point you in some better direction or start to compromise, then drop her. I hate dropping clients like that, but we’re strong enough now. We don’t need to carry dead weight in hopes of her signing a contract with us. We’ll probably end up fighting her for payment anyway,” she says as she stands up. “I’m heading home for the weekend. Have a nice night.”
“Thanks, Tanya, you too.” She walks out the door and I get to work scheduling one more appointment with this woman for Monday morning. She instantly replies, telling me that Monday at ten o’clock is fine. I mark it in my shared calendar so my assistant will know I’m out Monday morning and go about finishing up my to-do list. I want to get out of here on time tonight.
Pressing the speaker button to my phone, I dial my assistant’s extension. “Yes, Katie?” She answers immediately.
“Evelyn, can you come in here please?”
“Sure thing. I’m on my way.” She appears a minute later with the finished work I gave her. “I was just getting ready to bring you these files.”
“Great, thanks. I added a last-minute meeting to my schedule for Monday, so I’ll be out most of the morning. Please be sure to have the presentation stuff ready for Mr. Stanford. I want to go over it before I meet with him on Wednesday.”
She jots down notes on the pad she’s carrying and looks up at me. “I’ve put in to take Thursday off. TJ has a doctor’s appointment at one, so I’m going to spend the day with him.”
“Is it in the calendar?” I question as I open it and see that it is. I’m so glad she tells me these things because I swear the only time I look at this thing is when I need to add to it.
“It is, but I know you don’t check it often.” She winks at me.
“Thank you, Evelyn. I swear I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.”
“It’s no problem,” she says with a smile. I return the smile, glad we work well together.
“Well, I’m about done here for the week, so you go home and enjoy your weekend with TJ and I’ll see you on Monday after my meeting.”
“Thank you, Katie. See you Monday.”
Packing my briefcase with the things I’ll need for Monday, I shutdown my laptop and make my way out the door.
***
Pulling into one of Shane’s reserved spots, I grab my briefcase and overnight bag from the back of my SUV. I’m approaching the front door when his doorman, Clive, greets me with a smile. “Good evening, Ms. Cooper.”
“Good evening, Clive. How are you?” I ask with a smile. He is the sweetest man. He’s in his seventies and only works here as a doorman for something to do during the day, and everyone adores him.
“I’m well.” He tips his hat to me. “In you go. You have a nice night now.”
“Thank you, Clive. You as well.” I make my way to the elevator. Shane lives on the tenth floor. I’ve tried taking the stairs a few times because I like to stay in shape, but ten floors are just too much, especially when I’m in heels. I didn’t bother changing out of my work clothes while I was home.
The elevator finally arrives, and a huge group of people come out all dressed up for a night on the town. I step in and am thankful I have it to myself. I’m exhausted. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the peaceful ride up. A minute later, the elevator stops so I scoop up my bags and make my way down the hall.
Shane quickly greets me as I open the door to his gorgeous apartment. “Hey, baby.” He plants a soft, sweet kiss on my lips before helping me with my bags. I follow him in closing the door behind me. He shocks me when he places my bags at our feet and pulls me in for one more kiss. “You look so sexy in your work clothes.”
“I think you may have told me that once or twice.” I press my lips to his.
“When I saw you in your club clothes the night we met, I certainly didn’t get the impression that this is how you dress for work and I love it.”
“Well, as sexy as this look is, it’s not my favorite so if you don’t mind, I’m going to go get comfortable.”
He leans in, placing a kiss on my neck and inhaling my scent. “Mmm, go for it. Dinner will be here soon.”
Picking up my two bags, I walk down the hall to his huge bedroom. I love what he’s done with the place. His furniture is all black, but he has grays and yellows in his room for color. I put my bag in his closet and turn to find Shane coming into the room. I start stripping my clothes off. “Baby, dinner is here…” His eyes rake over my body as he takes in my matching bra and panty set.
I turn with a smile. “I’ll be out in a second.” I slip a t-shirt over my head. He continues glancing over my body, I know I’m affecting him because I can see his jeans getting tighter. I slip on a pair of leggings, slowly walking over so I’m standing right in front of him.
Grabbing his cock, I say, “Come on, tiger, dinner before dessert.” He growls as he follows me out of the room, slapping me playfully on the ass.
“I ordered Thai because I know how much you enjoy it.”
“Thanks, that’s perfect for a Friday night after a shitty day.”
“Why was your day so shitty?” I put our take-out containers on the coffee table. I love his living room; it’s so cozy. He has a really comfortable loveseat directly in front of the TV, with two matching chairs off to the side that separate the living room from the kitchen.
I plop down next to him, and he takes the remote to put on one of our favorite shows. We record it during the week and watch it on Friday nights.
“Mmm, this is so good,” I say as I bite into my noodles. “It was a shitty day because I have a ton of clients right now and one of them is being a royal pain in my ass. I spoke to Tanya about her today, and I’m happy to say that I’ve been given the green light to drop her as a client if she doesn’t start working with me.”
“That sucks.” He bites into his food and then takes a swig of beer.
“Not really. Like I said, I have enough clients to keep me busy, and this woman doesn’t want to spend money so she’s really just wasting my time. I meet with her on Monday and that will decide how I proceed.”
Our show starts, and we both lapse into a comfortable silence eating our dinner and drinking our beers. After a few minutes, I find myself snuggled into Shane’s side. This episode is a bit more gruesome than some of the others, and although I’m a pretty tough girl, I don’t like when the show starts getting gross. The bad dude is cutting off fingers and toes. Yuck. Shane rubs his hand up and down my arm while I bury my face in his chest, not wanting to watch this next part.
I’m suddenly jolted awake when I realize I’m in Shane’s arms. He’s carrying me down the hall to bed. I must have fallen asleep. I nuzzle into his neck. “Shh, baby, I’ll get you tucked in.”
I don’t want to be tucked in, so I start kissing his neck and then lick the vein up to his ear and nibble on his earlobe. “Someone has a bit of energy now that they’ve had a nap.”
“I guess the question is, do you have enough energy to keep up?”
“Baby, I’m the one who stays up until two a.m. working, remember?” he says, pulling the comforter down and placing me on the bed. Kneeling as he stands in front of me, I begin peeling his shirt off his lean body. He’s fit and strong with some nicely defined muscles, but he’s not huge. Once his shirt is out of the way, I run my hands over his chest and watch as his nipples harden from my touch. Leaning in, I lick a circle around one of them and then lightly bite on it. He sucks in a quick, deep breath in response and begins peeling my shirt over my head. As soon as it’s gone he goes for my bra, unclipping it and tossing it to the side.
His lips quickly brush against mine on their way to my ear, down my neck, biting and kissing as he goes. Lifting my breasts, he massages one while placing the other into his mouth, suckling on my nipple. I arch my back, moaning. I love his mouth on my body it’s the most amazing feeling. Kissing his way across my chest, my head drops back when he takes the other nipple into his mouth. “Mmm, Shane, I love your mouth on my body.” His hands slide down to my ass. He picks me up and lays me flat on my back.
“I’ve only just begun showing you how good my mouth can feel on your beautiful body.” He kisses down my flat stomach until he reaches my belly button. He sticks his tongue out and licks and kisses around it before he continues his way down to the top of my leggings. Making quick work of them, he tosses them to the floor. Pulling my legs so my ass is at the edge of the bed and my feet are dangling, he kneels, kissing the inside of my leg.
His lips are gone and I’m left lying there wondering what he’s up to. I’m about to sit up and tell him to stop being a tease when suddenly I feel a vibration on my clit, and he starts fucking me with his tongue. I whimper from sensation overload. His hand is gliding over my stomach while the other is rubbing the bullet ever so slightly over my clit. His tongue is lapping up my juices and fucking me. It’s absolutely amazing. “Shane,” I call out before I bite my lip. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he turns up the vibration and my God, I nearly jump off the bed as he sends me into an intense orgasm. My legs are shaking and I’m trying like hell to get him to pull the bullet away so I can have a break but he won’t hear of it. He continues rubbing it over my clit as I ride the most intense orgasms of my life.
I’m panting and sweating when he finally decides I’ve had enough, standing between my legs he grabs the condom I hadn’t noticed he placed on the bed and slips it on his beautiful cock. Placing my legs up to his chest, he grabs my hips, slowly slipping his full length deep inside me, pausing once he’s balls deep. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, almost frustrated because he’s being a tease. Slowly his cock slides out of me, making me feel every inch of him as he teases me. I pout at him and he chuckles, slamming his cock balls deep back inside of me.
“Is that what you want? You want it rough tonight?” I nod. “Say it. Tell me how you want it.”
“I want it rough, Shane.” The good man that he is, he grips my hips and begins pounding his full length in and out of me. He’s giving it to me good, sweat is building up, and he’s panting as he holds on for my orgasm. I know he’s losing control, so I give him what he wants. Another orgasm rips through my body and my pussy starts squeezing his cock, causing him to roll over the edge as well. He slams into me one last time shaking as he empties himself into the condom deep inside me.
Letting my legs fall to the floor, he leans over me with his cock still buried inside me and says, “That was amazing, baby.”
“Yes, it was.” He kisses me and grabs the condom, pulling out so he can dispose of it.
By the time he gets back, I’m already snuggled up on my side of the bed waiting for him. He slips under the covers, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me on the back of the head. “Move in with me, baby. I can’t take not seeing you all week anymore.” I turn to face him.
“Are you sure? Are we ready for this?” He reads the panic in my eyes. He’s read me like an open book from day one.
“Katie, I love you, baby. Of course, I’m sure.”
“I love you too, Shane.” My smile grows.
“Is that a yes?” I nod. “Good. We can tell your parents at dinner Sunday night.” Rolling back over, he holds me close and kisses me one last time. “Goodnight, my love.”