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large platter filled with various hors d'oeuvres including small quiches, tempura shrimp and vegetables. To my delight he’d also provided a large platter beautifully arranged with garden-fresh strawberries, sliced kiwi, and bananas aside a decadent dark chocolate fondue and a bowl of fresh whipped cream. I grabbed a plate and got down to business.

“I hope you like it.
The chef here is one of the best in the city. These dishes are what I typically have when I’m here.” He smiled sitting back and watching me throw myself into eating. I wanted everything.

“Ace, you know me too well for someone who has never met me before tonight.”
I took a little of everything, eyeing the fruit plate, making sure I left enough room.


Grace, you are me in female form. I know you as well as I know myself.” Smiling at his confirmation of our similar personalities, I dug in.


Mmm. Wow…this is amazing. Tastes like
heaven
.” I shoved another cube of lobster into my mouth.

Finally
stuffed, I put my plate and fork down and my napkin on top of it. I leaned back into the soft pillows sighing contentedly and looked at Cole, who had just finished too.

“That was totally amazing.
Everything was wonderful.”

“Scott, the
chef here, worked in a Philadelphia restaurant until I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” Cole wore a smug smile.

“Do you always get people to do what you want?”
I asked.

“Typically.”

“Mmm. You may be thinking differently before long.”

“You offering up a challenge
, Miss Preston?”

“I hope so.”

“I usually get what I want.” The gauntlet was thrown.

With that h
e reached over and pulled me close to him. I wrapped my arm around his middle and leaned my head into his chest, breathing him in. He smelled so yummy it was intoxicating. The same smell had caught my attention in the first place. The scent of sex also hung in the air. I was out of my comfort zone. Most of my relationships left me feeling used. Men used me for my money. I used them for sex. That sounds crude, but since Craig...
push the thought down.

He
languidly stood and reached his hand out to me. I grabbed ahold and he led me down the long hallway into the room he had entered to get the robes. As I walked through the door, I stood stunned at the sight of the massive bed dwarfed by the size of the room. The entire outside wall was ceiling to floor windows with sheer cream-colored silk curtains spread open wide to the lights of the City below.

He had a perfect view of Central Park.
Along the wall stood two large black wood armoires and a triple dresser with a beautiful black wood mirror that spanned the width of the long dresser. Two large side tables on either side of the huge bed matched the herringbone pattern of the black wood headboard. A roomy sitting area with a sofa, two plush chairs and a large table was near the beautiful black wooden framed fireplace.

Cole walked over to a panel on the bedside table and pushed a couple of buttons.
The lights in the adjoining bathroom gradually brightened. Water started running within. He came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

“Care for a shower
?” He leaned in whispering in my ear “I’ll make it worth your while.” His breath in my ear caused me to shiver involuntarily.

He smiled like the cat that caught the canary.

“You can’t possibly be ready to…again...No way.”

“Yes way, come on.

This
guy is a rock star. He’s going kill me before the night is over.
“I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Come on, I’ll give you a special massage.”
His husky voice proposed I join him; what little resolve I had melted away.


I would love to...you wash my back and I’ll wash yours…and all that…” I retorted.

Cole grabbed my hand and led me into the most spectacular bathroom I have ever se
en. I just stood in amazement looking at his magnificent shower. The steam emanating from it carried the aroma that clung to Cole. I walked toward the shower door and peeked in. The outside wall of the shower, like the bedroom, was of ceiling to floor glass. It had crystal clear one-way glass, which Cole said allowed you to see out but wouldn’t allow anyone to see in. The view from the shower was amazing, the City twinkling below.

I closed the shower door and turned around to
take in the rest of this nirvana. The vanity was the length of the huge room and held two large sinks both of handcrafted hammered pewter set in cream-colored granite. Two toilets and bidets were on opposite sides of the room behind elegantly carved mahogany wood doors.

Cole
walked over to the wall and pushed a button on the panel. Four large rain showerheads, as well as body jets inside the massive shower, turned on. He also adjusted the temperature from the panel. Several sprays on the two opposite sides of the walls started a gentle circular spray. I found myself walking back toward the shower as it beckoned me. I dropped the robe I was wearing on the floor and walked into the shower. Cole followed, his robe deposited next to mine.

He came to stand behind me and as the heat from the shower and sprays started to caress my body, he pulled my hair to the side and planted
whisper soft kisses down my neck to my shoulder. I turned and put my arms around his neck.

“You are the most beautiful,
most sexy woman I’ve ever seen.” His eyes raked my body from head to foot. “I get hard every time I look at you. Your body is made for fucking. I can’t get enough of you.”

I lowered my head
. “I’m in heaven. I never expected this night to turn out like this. Not after the day I had.”


Tonight’s just beginning.”

He reached
his hand gently behind my head and tilted my face up to his. As I met his intense gaze, the pull in the core of my belly radiated from the inside out. The water cascaded over my body. He lowered his mouth and his lips took mine, his kiss searching, needy. I put my hands on both sides of his head and pulled him in closer. I bit lightly on his lower lip and was rewarded with a sexy as hell moan. His cock hardened against my stomach. I took him in my hand, jerking him slowly. He was so thick and long.

To say
I wanted him wasn’t powerful enough. I wanted to possess him, make him need me like I needed him. His breathing was ragged in my ear, the sound making my cleft wet. The thrill that went through me was indescribable. I shuddered. He was a potent force of nature.

He
grabbed both cheeks of my ass and pulled me up against him, his erection like hot steel burned against my belly. His hands moved slowly up my sides, continuing up to cup my breasts. His thumb and forefinger twirled the tips of my hardened nipples, my breasts swelled at his knowing touch. Intense hunger built with each second. He lowered his hand to cup my cleft and slowly inserted two fingers into my moist folds. His tongue tracing the shell of my ear, his breathing hard and fast. He groaned when he discovered how wet I was.

“You are so ready for me.”
Chills ran down the length of my spine. “I need to be inside you, fucking you.”

He
continued the onslaught with his fingers, I was panting heavily.

“I want
to feel you inside me. Fucking me senseless,” I moaned.

He
continued moving his fingers in and out, rubbing me, masturbating me right up to the point of release and then stopped. I whimpered, wanting him to continue. He turned me around and gently bent me over. He held one arm around my waist while with his other arm he guided my arms to the shower bars. I held on. He began kneading my breasts, rolling my hardened nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

“I love your tits
.” His breath in my ear gusted in humid pants, his voice hoarse with desire.

I was
wet and throbbing for his cock, frenzied with need, wanting desperately to feel him inside me. The dirty talk spurred me on, making me even hotter. He continued moving his fingers inside me, driving me mad. My breathing became more erratic.

“Please
, Cole. Please. I need to come.” I begged him, my voice throaty.

I spread my legs
and backed into his erection, raising myself to my toes, leaning into him, rubbing his cock with my ass.

“You keep doing that..
.and…” He moaned, pulling me back into him. “First, I’m going to fuck your gorgeous cunt,” he said with a low groan as he entered me, slowly at first, then thrusting deep into me. Grabbing my hips, leaning back, he moved inside me, thrusting deeper and deeper. I released one hand from the bar to rub my nipple.

While
Cole’s cock pounded into me, I lowered my hand and rolled my fingers over my clit. The climax built so quickly, so powerfully that I started quivering. Cole grabbed my hips and drove us home. A hard shudder shook him and he moaned, his hips thrusting, circling.

His expertise with my
body was so thorough I came twice, my sex clenching him in spasms. The little strength I had left was spent and I was thankful for the support of the bars.

He
slowly pulled out, kissing me on the back of my neck, sending tingling feelings everywhere inside me. He lifted me to him and I wrapped my arms loosely around his waist while resting my head on his chest.

He pushed a panel and a tray of bath toiletries
slowly rolled out from the wall. Taking the shampoo, he gently massaged my head, washing my long hair. I moaned in ecstasy, loving the gentle sensation. After my hair was rinsed and conditioned, he reached for the shower gel, putting a generous amount on the bath sponge, and began to gently wash my body from my neck to my feet, taking care when washing my swollen sex and tender breasts.

He quickly washed himsel
f and when we were both rinsed he turned the water off. He pulled just-warmed towels out of an alcove built into the shower wall and wrapped a towel around his waist. He dried my hair and handed me another towel. I quickly dried my body and wrapped the towel loosely over my breasts. Cole reached down and scooped me into his arms, carrying me from the shower to the bed.

He
lowered me to the mattress, pulled the blanket over me and walked around to the opposite side of the bed. Discarding his towel, he climbed in pulling me close to him. I was barely awake when I turned to him burying my head in his chest. With his around my waist and his leg draped possessively over mine, I fell asleep breathing in the scent of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9

 

Cole opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the alarm clock. 6:45 am.  It took a full minute to realize he wasn’t in Denver. Yesterday…meeting on steroids…needed an out. Yes...last night…gorgeous blonde. Right...right. Now he remembered. Damn, did he remember. He replayed the evening in his mind. Last night was as perfect as it gets. An unbelievably beautiful sexy woman decided he was on the menu. Doesn’t get better than that.

Cole looked over, his eyes scanning the lush body of the woman lying next to him. Their limbs entangled with one another’s. He was not willing to move an inch, loving the
tactile feel of her up against him. He turned his head toward the wall of windows, gold and pink rays penetrated through the silk sheers.  Suddenly, Cole realized he didn’t dream last night. No nightmares.  No screaming.  Just peaceful sleep. He didn’t know what to make of his revelation.  He was astounded. 
Could be I got a good amount of exercise. 
Cole smiled, relieved. 

He watched the sky slowly fill with color, the glow spreading slowly across the room, highlighting each corner. He looked down at the woman lying beside him. Her chest rose and fell with each delicate breath, her full lips swollen from last night
’s demanding lovemaking. He still tasted her in his mouth, still felt her between his thighs, felt himself pulsing inside her, undulating within her. Cole hardened.

She did that to him, even when her eyes were closed and she was floating with the angels.

During the night her hair had slid down over her eyes. Cole stretched his free arm over his chest and with his forefinger, brushed her hair to the side of her face. The sight of her caused his chest to tighten.
What have to done to bewitch me? 
Her overly long lashes fanned out over creamy white porcelain skin. Lying so close to him, she looked helpless, vulnerable. Cole sensed a strong need to protect her.  Keep her safe, with him.

She looked sensual. Everything about
this
woman was sensual. Her lush body screamed sex, but not the “fuck me” sex. That was for the Sarah’s of the world. Her body…
just screamed.

What is this?
Am I insane? What’s wrong with me?

Who was this woman who
could one up him in sexmanship? She had an appetite most men would envy. Not him; she wasn’t an adversary, she was a partner. Okay done. He was officially hard now. Why was a woman like this even let out after dark? Sexist, maybe, but
fuck
if he’d let his woman out looking like that.

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