Zach
I toss Providence’s folder on my desk as I plop the hell down into my leather chair and massage above my eyebrows to release the tension of Mr. Morrell, the uptight, anal as fuck CEO for Providence. Meetings with him would drive a nun to drink. We’ll present him with a proposal he loves, but then after we draw it up and present the blue prints, he’ll change everything critical. It’s never an easy fix. No. That’s too damn simple and not his fucking style. We worked hard on this, and now I’m back adjusting for his pickiness.
I decide to ease my anger with the woman who brightens my day.
“I need to rectify this name moaning problem,” I say when she answers. “Anything being moaned from your mouth should only be my name or the pleasure I bring you.”
She cracks up and instantly the aggravation of my day melts. “You’re conceitedness teeters on the verge of an obsessed fantasy.”
I rock back in my chair and cross my ankle over my knee. If only she could see my smirk… “Conceited? You’ve got it wrong. See, my concerns rest solely on you and your well-being. I know what my name can do to you. Therefore, I’d like to take the burden of you having to prime yourself fraudulently. I don’t want you to have to sacrifice satisfaction.”
“You seriously just gave me a lecture on why it’s important to moan your name. If that doesn’t scream narcissistic, I’m not sure what constitutes it.”
I grunt. “You have me all wrong, Miss. Lauder. Narcissism is an excessive interest in oneself. That’s not me. I have an excessive interest in you, and I’m very unselfish when it comes to your needs.”
She laughs. “So you’re saying I tame your narcissism?”
“Obliterate it.” I laugh.
“How was your meeting? Did you score big?”
She never asks about my work…
“I did. I negotiated and landed a robust job, but have a few minor things to fix before we’re able to start.”
“That’s great. Business seems to be going well.”
Skeptical, I narrow my eyes. “What gives? You never ask about my work.”
“I guess I’m trying to adjust to things being different. Baby steps.”
My grin explodes. “If you were here, I’d kiss you. Speaking of, will I be seeing you?”
“After a sandwich like that, how could I resist?” she snorts.
Scraping my teeth along my bottom lip, I feel victorious. “My bargaining chip worked.”
“Actually, Freya is sick with the same stomach bug.”
“You couldn’t let me think I convinced you, huh?”
“What would the fun be in that? But to ease the sting to your ego, I’m about an hour away.”
I jerk, sitting up, and begin closing up shop for the day. “Then I need to hurry the hell up and get home so I can start dinner.”
“You’re laying it on thick.”
“I’m trying to impress you. Is it working?” I jest.
She barks a laugh. “I’m pregnant with your baby. I think you’ve impressed me enough.”
I shake my head like she can actually see me. “No. My dick impressed you enough to have you begging for it all the time. Now it’s my turn to impress you to stick around.”
“You’re super charming with your choice of words,” she says sarcastically.
“I’ve got to go. Got some hot chick coming to my house and I need to tuck away my narcissistic dog.”
It makes us laugh together.
“Be careful.”
I hang up, snatch up the Providence folder and bolt out the door. I’ll finish the changes this weekend and hand them in on time Monday, but right now, I’m on a mission to see her smile.
I barrel down the streets, dart through the door, rush and take a shower, then power into the kitchen. While the oven preheats, I jump into slicing the vegetables and peeling the potatoes. I swear the way to her heart is through my mashed potatoes. Growing up, I used to spend time with my grandmother in the kitchen and she taught me her secrets. Then when she got too old to cook for herself, I’d go over every night and cook while she schooled me on her recipes over my shoulder. And the one thing I pride myself on—Granny’s mashed potatoes. Simply the best.
The sun is setting when there’s a knock on my front door. Confused, my brows cut deeply as I pull it open to Jade standing there with a small hot pink suit case.
“Why did you knock?”
She looks out of place and glances away before she shrugs. “I didn’t know what to do. Normally, I come unannounced for a surprise.”
“You have a key. Use it,” I tell her and then pull her into me, pushing the door shut behind her.
Cupping her face, I kiss her. Her body tenses under my hands, her lips not slacking to mine. “What’s wrong?”
Again, she doesn’t look at me. “This feels really strange.”
“I don’t know. I kind of like it.” I wink and then tip my head. “Come on. Dinner is almost ready.”
I take her suitcase, place it on the floor beside the couch and continue into the kitchen.
She inhales a deep breath. “It smells great. Please tell me you made your potatoes,” she moans her plea.
See? A straight path to her heart.
Peering at her over my shoulder, I flash a smirk. “Of course.”
She looks to the ceiling and mumbles something so faintly, I can’t hear it. “What can I help you with?”
“Nothing,” I say and flip the vegetables in the pan. “Just stand there and look beautiful.”
I pull the steaks from the oven and then grab two plates from the cabinet.
“Are those the ones I bought for you when you were in college?” I hear the disbelief and amazement in her tone.
I nod, spooning some potatoes onto each curved square black plate.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you still have them,” she snorts.
She’s lost her mind if she thinks I’ve thrown away anything she’s given me. It’s…sentimental. “Although you did it as a joke, I like them. They’re different. Artsy. Very Jade-like.”
A small titter bubbles from her. “I thought for sure you’d toss them after everyone gave you hell over them.”
“Eh. A little teasing never hurts my feelings.” I finish plating the food and then tip my head to the fridge. “Grab a drink.”
I carry our plates to the table that I’ve only ever used a handful of times—normally when my parents come to visit. Any other time, I’m planted on the couch in front of the television.
“Seriously?” Her disbelief squeal echoes into the dining room. It makes me chuckle. “Is there anything you haven’t thought about?”
“Those have been in there,” I nod to the root beer in her hand when she enters the room. “I know how you like to pop in. Figured it would be smart to be prepared.”
Her body is tense, her shoulders high, completely opposite of being relaxed as she should be. She goes for the mashed potatoes first and when her sexy lips wrap around the fork, her eyes close and she releases a moan. “God. These are so good…”
Spellbound, I watch her chew, her mouth working the food, her tongue licking her lips. She doesn’t pay me any attention and takes a taste of her steak. Slowly her eyes roll and this time, her moan makes my cock ache.
“You’re turning dinner into a porno.” I adjust myself in my pants.
She’s coy, arching a brow and tilting her head slightly, but she doesn’t reply and shoves another bite of potatoes into her mouth.
“Will you promise to teach me how to make these?”
“Nope. It’s the only thing that keeps you around, besides my dick.”
A few moments of silence allow me to eat without visions of fucking her on the table. She’s quit moaning—thank fuck—which has calmed my dick down.
“After dinner, I’m going to call Max and see if he’d like to have lunch tomorrow. Since I’m in town, I want to see him,” she says.
I nod, blinking back to my food. “That’ll give me some time to finish a few things up.”
“Have you talked to him?”
“I’ve tried,” I tell her. “But he’s not talking.”
She sighs, and then frowns. “I hate this. I’m sorry.”
“He’ll come around. You know how he is. He’s emotional, more so than any of us, coupled with his protectiveness over you. I won’t let him sit and stew.”
She drops her view to her lap. “What if he tries fighting you again?” She looks so sad, so worried.
“Then I guess we’ll look like a bunch of idiots beating the shit out of each other.” I pause and take a breath. “He’ll come around. It’s going to be rough getting there, but he will.”
“Maybe, but you two won’t ever be the same.”
“Yeah we will.” I doubt it.
Discontent tangles her exhale as she grabs her plate and trudges into the kitchen. I’m right behind her.
“What are you doing?”
She doesn’t look at me, opening several drawers before finding a dish rag, and starts rinsing off the dishes.
I squeeze her shoulder. “I’d do it all over again if it meant being with you.”
She drops her head but doesn’t reply. Moving her out from in front of the sink, she begins to protest. With a pointed look, I tilt my head. “Go sit. I’ve got this.”
“You cooked. I should—”
“Sit, Jade,” I demand sternly.
She opens her mouth to say something but clamps it shut blasting me with a sour glare. Our gazes linger until I turn around and pull open the dish washer. Fuck hand washing these things. No way. She leans back and watches me—rinse, stack, repeat. I’m washing the pan I used for the vegetables when her hands slide under the hem of my shirt and drift over my hips, splaying across my abs.
“This is the sexiest I’ve ever seen you,” she whispers between placing kisses to my shirt.
“Is that so? Thought for sure naked with a hard cock would be your favorite.”
She digs her fingers into my abs but then skims down making quick work with the button and zipper. Sliding under my boxers, she runs her palm over my dick, which is already ready to get this party started, before dragging her hand back up. Wrapping each finger around my shaft, she squeezes the perfect amount of pressure and slides down. Slowly she pumps, her other hand gripping my hip. Variations of pressure—hard, soft, firm, lose—stir my cock.
Jade here wants to play…
I’m ready to blow her mind…
Grasping her hand, I twist around and then spin her back into the cold fridge. Her eyes are heavy, full of excitement and anticipation. I cup her chin and bend to her face.
A hum reverberates. “Tell me what’s on your dirty mind, Jade. You’re feeling frisky.” I lick my lips and then drag my tongue along the shell of her ear.
She bites her lip as her chest rises and falls, her breath heavy with desire.
Slowly, I trace my fingers along the gorgeous curves of her body, down to the hem of her shirt, and pull it over her head. Next, I unclasp her bra. Her tits emerge, nipples pebbled. I hold her gaze as I lower her pants, lechery dilating her pupils. I glance down. She’s naked, her smooth skin covered with goosebumps, her legs together.
“You’re so fucking beau—”
My sentence is swallowed by her kiss. By my hair, she yanks my mouth to hers, slamming our lips together. Her kiss is desperate, her breath hitched, as she crawls her hands all over me.
I snatch them, pinning them with one grip above her head to the stainless steel. Snaking my hand through her hair, I pull her head to the side to lave her neck and bite on her jawline. She moans, arching her body into me.
“Fuck me, Zach,” she whispers thickly.
My lips twitch. “You’ll beg me first,” I reply and then nibble on her neck where her heartbeat is pulsing.
Starting at the top of her thigh, I drift my fingers to the apex of her center, spread her soaked folds, and press into her. Her chin tips to the ceiling and she pants. But I’m not in the mood for foreplay.
As I shove my pants to my thighs, her eyes are gleaming with wanton excitement. Easing, I inch in, seating myself to the hilt, and wait for my cue that she’s adjusted. Her hips instantly rock and I withdrawal, slamming back into her with force. Her hiss morphs into a mewl and with each pump, her moans become more erotic. I tighten my grip on her hands when she tries tugging them down and answer the question in her eyes with another deep thrust. Her tits bounce as my thrusts force her body up the fridge door.
“Ah!” she pants.
“Is this what you wanted?” I rasp, pumping into her.
Her head rocks before her mouth works. “Yes. Please. Yes,” she mewls.
Her pussy begins to tighten, her hips surging forward to meet mine.
“Zach…”
Quickly I pull out…against my pulsing cock’s plea not to.
Her eyes spring open, desperation for her release front and center. “No. No. Noooo,” she writhes, trying to rip her hands from mine and using her leg to bring me back to her. “Please.”
A teasingly sinister chuckle escapes as I drag my tongue across her bottom lip. “Mmmm…so close, were you?” I kiss her, letting go of her hands. Instantly, she reaches around and grabs a handful of my ass, scrambling to pull my dick back into her.
Lifting her by the ass, she screws her legs around my waist and braces her forearms on my shoulders as she holds on to my neck. Her kiss is frantic—a sloppy plea—as I carry her to the couch.
I lower her, placing her back to the cushion, and push back into her sweet, slick heat as she sighs with pleasure. I lift her leg to my side and, ever so slowly, make my own love to her while she’s oblivious I am. My drive is unhurried, withdrawing to the crown of my dick, and sinking back in. Long strokes have her humming and biting her bottom lip. I place a soft kiss to the side of her neck and she whimpers, digging her fingers into the skin on my shoulder blades.
I’m lost in the feeling of her, lost in her pant and moan, those sexy as fuck little high-pitched sighs. Wasted from her touches. Sweat has her skin glistening, glowing like she’s an angel. Her legs begin to shake, her body arches slightly and I listen to it.
Gripping the back of her thigh, I brace as I lift, picking up my pace and giving her more of the dick she’s begging for. Her pussy begins to pulse, and her body shudders.
“Zach…Please.”
Those fucking words are salaciousness in the air.
I grind in, driving with long strokes as she cries out unrestrained, succumbing to the waves of her orgasm. She grips the cushion, her mouth parted as she gasps for air her mewl is stealing.
Suddenly, scorching heat rushes my cock and my nuts tighten. My skin blazes. The knot in my stomach releases and I slam into my release.
Clenching my jaw, I growl, bucking while spilling myself into her.
I drop to my elbow, careful not to squish her, and try catching my breath as tremors roll through me. My heart is beating so wildly, I feel it throbbing through my entire body, even down to my fucking toes.
She shoves her hand into her hair and hums her satiation.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I rasp. “But if I die fucking you, it’s definitely the way I want to go out.” I chuckle, moving off her.
Her smile is lazy and she cracks an eye open. “You stop me like that again, and I’ll make sure your demise is torturous.”
I drop my head to the back of the couch and laugh. “Smother me by sitting on my face. It’ll be a slow death.”
It causes her to giggle. She sits up and with the tips of her fingers, draws a line across my chest. “You’d enjoy that too much.” Her legs quake as she stands. “I’m going to bed.”
And just like that, I watch her glorious naked ass, each cheek lifting and falling, disappear down the hallway. I grin.