Chapter 16
I kissed her like I’d never kissed another woman.
Waking up with a woman in my arms wasn’t something I had ever wanted. Now that I knew what it was like for that woman to be Margo, my thought process changed. She wasn’t just a one-night stand, she wasn’t just some woman I met at a bar or an event, she was someone I couldn’t get to know fast enough.
There still was the issue of dealing with Adam, which was happening tonight. Because of that, my concentration was shit. Normally, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck about what anyone thought of what or who I did, but this was different.
“Sir, you have a visitor.” Jan’s voice came through the speaker on my desk phone. I swear, the woman loved the intercom feature.
I glanced at my calendar, and I wasn’t expecting anyone, nor did I want to see who was here.
Knowing the person waiting to see me could probably hear what I had to say, I firmly stated, “I’m busy.”
Jan’s voice was as sweet as syrup. “Thank you, sir. I’ll let Ms. Perry know.”
Before I could press the button to retract my dismissal, the door opened. There stood Margo in a sleek black dress that hit just above her knees, silver fuck-me stilettos, and her tits . . . holy shit, her tits were perfectly propped up, as if the deep neckline was made for her. My mouth salivated, my heart kicked into high gear, and my cock wanted to burst out of my pants to say hello.
“Hello there, Mr. Winston. You sounded very tense.” Margo closed the door and turned the lock behind her.
“You look fantastic.” I stood and walked toward her.
My girl slowly pivoted on the balls of her feet, giving me the opportunity to drink every inch of her in. “You like?”
Her green eyes softened when she looked up at me. Did I like? No, I fucking loved it. That was when I remembered she was going out with Rochelle tonight, and not me.
“I more than like it. Where are you going dressed like this? Please tell me it’s an all-girls club and no men are allowed.”
She snickered. “Home. I just came from a cool boutique, and since they are making a lot of money thanks to my orders, a new designer gifted me this outfit. I thought of surprising you with it, but this was way more fun.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to my body. “Fun, yes. I’ll tell you what will be fun, the next time you wear this dress it will be on a date with me. Then, when we get back to my apartment, I’m going to take this part, right here . . .” I placed my fingers on the hem of her dress, grazing her bare legs just enough to illicit goose bumps on her skin. “And raise it so your pussy is bare, because you won’t be wearing panties.”
She licked her lips. “I won’t?”
“No, you won’t.” I slowly kissed her neck from the base to her pulse point. “Then I’m going to put you on my bed, spread your legs, and taste you.”
Her breathing altered, with my mouth close to her ear, I continued, “When I’m done savoring you, which could take a while, I’m going to work my way up your body until these . . .” I dragged my thumb across the curves of her breasts, “are in my mouth. One by one, I’m going to nip and kiss them. The fingers on my right hand will tease your nipples, while the ones on my left will be deep inside of you.”
I loved turning her cheeks a pretty shade of pink. My hand flexed on her hip, and my dick, hard as granite, was pushed up against her thigh. Margo pulled her head back just enough to look up at me. Her eyes darted between my eyes and my lips. So I leaned forward and kissed her. I kissed her like I’d never kissed another woman. She was the promise of what I wanted and needed.
When we broke apart, we were both incredibly worked up, but I also knew we both had other plans. “I want you so badly, Noah.”
Words I loved to hear. “I can cancel tonight.” I never wanted to deny her.
“As much as I would love that, I have to go and change.”
“Do you know where you’re celebrating?”
“No, Rochelle is texting me the address in a little bit. But we’ll talk when we get home, right?”
“You can count on seeing me later. Text me when you get home. Also, you need to take next weekend off. I’m whisking you away. You might want to consider taking Monday off, too.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll be sure to clear my calendar.” Through her thick lashes, her gorgeous green eyes peered up at me. “Thank you, Noah.”
“For what?”
“Everything.” She smiled up at me before unlocking and opening the door. Right before she left, she turned. “And by the way?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not wearing any panties now.” Margo winked and walked out.
Fuck me.
Rather than go to Adam’s, the guys decided they wanted to check out a new bar called Mantra’s. It had been getting great reviews or some bullshit. This had to be all Cade’s idea, because the ratio of men to women was skewed in our favor. Not that I was looking, because I wasn’t.
“There’s the man!” Adam stood up from his stool in front of the bar and pulled me in for a bro hug, bumping shoulders with me and shaking my hand.
“It’s good to see you.” I patted him on the back and flagged the bartender down to order a Woodford on the rocks.
“I got us a table.” Cade walked up and shook my hand. “I’m starving.” He waggled his eyebrows as two pretty brunettes walked by. But I had a strawberry blonde beauty in my head, so he could have at them.
I sat down across from Adam and Cade, who were next to each other. If only I could blurt out, “I’m seeing your sister,” but I had promised Margo that she could tell him, so I suppressed the urge.
“It’s good to have you back.” I raised my glass to Adam before taking a sip. “The west coast treated you well?”
Adam nodded. “It did. I’m glad to be home even though I froze my nuts off when I stepped out of the airport.”
I chuckled. “Did California turn you into a pussy? It was in the sixties today.”
“Speaking of nuts,” Cade interrupted. “Our boy Noah here has been getting his off the old-fashioned way.”
Both my friends looked up at me, but I flagged down the waitress so we could order something to eat. Sadly, that only bought me about five minutes.
“So . . .” Adam said before popping a peanut in his mouth. “Tell me about this Sally chick.”
You know when you think you’re going to die and your life flashes before your eyes? Well, that was what happened to me. But not because I thought I was going to die, but because of all the ways I felt about Margo. Even though it hadn’t been long since we reconnected, thinking of her in the rain, bowling, looking like a mime, laughing together, kissing her, and how her pussy felt when I was inside her, were all the things I never wanted to end.
“She’s great. I like her a lot.” Yes, that was lame, and my pals weren’t buying it. Both just looked at me like deer in headlights. “Fine, I care about her. She means more to me than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
Adam’s lips quirked to the side. “That doesn’t say much since you don’t commit to one woman. Does Sally know your track record? I give it a month before you get bored and move on, and that’s generous.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not like that. She’s different, and you’re right, I’ve never had a long-term relationship, but with her I want one.”
“Well, then, I can’t wait to meet her.”
Cade’s eyes went wide. He tipped the top of his bottle toward the entrance of the bar behind me. “Looks like it’s your lucky night. Sally just walked in.”
Holy shit! Adam’s eyes followed where Cade was pointing. “Where? Hey, there’s my sister. Is Sally friends with Margo?”
When I pivoted my body to look, my eyes caught Margo’s who looked like she wanted to turn and run, but instead she squared her shoulders, smiled, and walked up to us.
“Hey there, big brother.” She wrapped Adam in a hug. “What a surprise to see you guys here.”
Adam looked thrilled to see his sister. When he released Margo, he focused on Rochelle. “Hi, I’m Adam, Margo’s brother, and you must be Sally.” He stretched his arm out toward her.
My eyes closed, and my head dropped in defeat. Of course, Cade let out a chuckle—dickhead. Everyone looked confused.
“I’m Rochelle,” she said, shaking Adam’s hand. “Who’s Sally?”
Margo and I looked at each other. I stood, offered my chair to Rochelle before linking my fingers with Margo’s. Her petite hand had a slight tremble. I gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze.
Adam’s eyebrows furrowed as he studied what just happened. “Wait . . .” He looked at his sister. “You’re Sally?”
Margo looked at me for confirmation.
“I’m dating your sister.” Flew out of my mouth.
“You’re what?” I tightened my hold on her hand. “My sister? You’re fucking my sister?” Margo gasped, I got pissed, and both of Adam’s hands went to the top of his head as if he was preventing his skull from exploding.
“First of all, this isn’t the time or place. Second, don’t call it that. I told you I care about her.” I stood between my girlfriend and my best friend. “Can we please talk about this later?”
Margo interjected. “We have a table waiting.” Rochelle stood just as Margo released my hand. “Adam, don’t flip out. I’m here to celebrate a great week, please don’t ruin it. Plus, I’ve missed you, and I don’t want our reunion to be like this.” Adam nodded. “And, you’re being ridiculous.”
I slung my arm around Margo, pulling her into a hug, and whispered in her ear, “I’m so sorry. I’ll take care of everything. Go enjoy your night.”
Before she walked away, she kissed her brother, waved to Cade, and just when I thought she was leaving, she rolled up on the balls of her feet, looped her arms around my neck, and brought her lips to mine. Not a chaste kiss, but our kiss. One that said, “don’t worry, I’m still yours.” It was perfect.
We all sat back down. Cade, of course, was laughing. “So, what did you think of Sally?”
Ignoring Cade, Adam looked at me. “If you hurt her, I will end you. Do you understand me? I don’t care that you’re my best friend.” He took a swig of his drink. “My baby sister? Really? Out of all the women in Manhattan, you go after her?”
“It wasn’t planned; it just happened. Cade was there, ask him.” I crossed my arms over my chest and relaxed back in my chair.
Adam turned his attention to Cade. “Wait, you knew all along that Sally was Margo?”
Cade put up his hands in defense mode. “Not my story to tell, man.”
The waitress dropped off our wings. “Will there be anything else?”
We all shook our heads. “Look, I’m not going to hurt her. Like I said, she’s special to me.”
Adam slowly nodded, taking in my words. “You better not. Does she know you have commitment issues?”
“My issues have nothing to do with commitment. Plus, our relationship is new. We’re getting to know each other. I happen to enjoy being with her.” Once again, he nodded. He understood that I’d never wanted just one woman before, but neither had he.
“You know I love you like a brother. Just don’t do anything stupid.” His words didn’t hold an ounce of humor, not that I expected them to.
“Are we good? Can we eat now? I’m starving.” Cade reached for the plate of wings.
We fell into our normal banter. My phone dinged with a text from Margo.
Meet me near the ladies’ room.
I waited a minute before excusing myself. Nerves started to build in the pit of my stomach. I hoped that her brother’s reaction didn’t give her second thoughts. If they did, I’d be the one doing the ass kicking and Adam would be on the receiving end.
Margo stood next to the wall waiting for me. “Hey, is everything all right?” I asked.
She smiled and threw her arms around me. “Yes, are you okay?”
I cupped her face with my hands, tilting her head up. “Sweetheart, I’m fantastic.” I gave her a quick peck on her lips—anything more and I’d have her pinned against the wall. “You worried me. We can talk about it when I come over.”
“You’re still coming?”
Lines formed on my forehead as I studied her. “Don’t you want me to?”
“Yes, of course. I just thought maybe you reconsidered . . .” She shrugged one shoulder. “You know . . . us.”
“Not on your life. To be honest, I’m glad he knows. How are you getting home?”
“Rochelle and I will share a cab.”
“I’ll have Arthur waiting for you.” She opened her mouth to speak. “Don’t argue.”
“Fine. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I better get back before your brother figures out where I went.”
She laughed. “I’ll see you later.”
“You better believe you will.”
Watching her walk away from me, even though I knew it was just for a few hours, gave me an odd sensation in my chest. Commitment was a funny word. I’ve committed to my job, my friends, and philanthropy, but to a woman, never. There were so many varieties of how two people could commit to each other. But what I did know for sure was, at this moment, I was committed to Margo.