Mending (17 page)

“
Shhh
,” h
e
interrupted her by
put his pointer finger over her swollen lips, “No more talking.”

She went to say something and he pressed
his finger into her mouth more.
“Ack.
 
Shhh
.”

She smiled and pursed her lips sliding her hands down his hard sculpted abs to the waistband of his pants.  She wiggled her finger under the elastic of his underwear.  She couldn’t
wait to see what kind he wore.  That was another naughty daydream she had in church that day.

Her hands wandered to the front and she started to undo the button.  He stopped and watched her.  He had an awestruck look on his
face and it made her smile.  Bradley
made her feel so sexy and wanted.

He glanced up at her after she undid the button with burning sapphire blue eyes.  She bit her lip as she slowly pulled the zipper down and then put both of her hands inside and pushed them down.  He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. “Gabby.”

Her eyes lit up at the
tight white Calvin Klein boxer
briefs that were holding his bulging erection. 
“
Shhh
.”
  She moved a finger up to his mouth. “No talking. 
Your rules, Mr. Banks.”
She raised her eyebrow
playfully
.  He opened his mouth and took her finger into his mouth and sucked. 
Gabby’s
eyes grew large, sucking
in air as an explosive tingling shot through her body all the way to her very core.

He reached up and seductively pulled her
finger from his mouth and let her limp limb drop to her side. 
She tilted her pelvis towards him and he pressed his growing erection into her.  “Ah.” Gabby panted.

She repeated her tilt and he pushed back, again and again until Gabby was a shivering mess screaming, “Bradley.”  He kissed her entire body as she came down from her orgasm.  “I will never be able to get my fill of you.”

She played with his hair as he continued to kiss her. 
“The feeling is mutual.  I feel so much better.”

He brushed her hair back and whispered in her ear as he kissed her lobe,
“Stay here with me tonight.
  You can drive back in time for class in the morning.”

“Okay.” She smiled shyly.  “Why waste this perfectly good bed you’ve bought for us
?
”

Chapter 1
1

Fe
bruary  ~
 
2009 

The
Past
  ~
 
Bradley

Bradley had been having an extremely stressful day and all he could think about was getting to the gym to blow off some steam.  It seemed that every project the firm was working on was having problems.  The secretaries seemed to all be on their periods at the same time and were acting exceptionally bitchier than usual.
  The confident CEO that he was, al
ways grinned and put on a good front that it didn’t bother him, but
he was about fed up to his eye balls in office drama.  He also kn
ew part of his problem was
working the late hours had meant he hadn’t had time for his usual time at the bar to pick up a one night stand. 
He was not just frustrated with work stuff.  He was sexually frustrated, too.
 

He jerked his tie from
left to right loosening his
it
and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of his
shirt.  He picked up his jacket, the papers he had left on his desk,
and
his briefcase.  He
headed through his door to his secretary, Sharon.  She was in her mid-fifty’s.  He had tried to hire several young secretaries when he first got out of college.  The thought of being able to look at sexy women while working had been alluring when he first started at the firm.  But he had found them very distracting and always disappointing.  The young ladies were rarely hard workers or greatly inappropriate.  When he had found Sharon, he was so thankful that he would not be distracted, but she had come with a page full of references.  She was the hardest working secretary of anyone in the firm by far.  She was also old enough to be maternal to Bradley, always making sure he had food and coffee every day, but always maintained professionalism. 

“Sharon, can you please fax these for me?”  He handed her the papers only slowing his stride, but not stopping.  “I’ll be on my cell if you need anything.  Have a good night.”

“Yes, sir.
  Don’t forget you have an 8am meeting tomorrow.”

“Got it, good night.”

She briefly looked up and nodded while politely smiling. 
“Night, sir.”

He headed down to the gym that was located in the basement. 
He kept a change of clothes in the locker room, so he hung his suit up and quickly changed. 
He didn’t need a trainer.  He had played sports all through middle and high school, specifically football.  He knew what he needed to do to keep his body in shape.  Because Joe usually spotted him and he wasn’t with him, he couldn’t do any bench presses.  He did his warm-up routine of stretches, wall sits, and jumping
jacks.  T
hen he moved on to leg presses, which were his favorite.  The
crunch bench
was where he spent a good bit of his time toning his glistening abdomen muscles, and finally ended up
with the weights doing bicep curls.  All the fancy equipment in the world couldn’t substitute
good
‘ole dumbbells. 

When his workout was finished and some of the stress from the day had been relieved, he showered and grabbed the other change of clothing, jeans and a white button up linen shirt.  He rolled the sleeves to his elbows and ran his fingers through his wet hair enough to smooth it back into its messy place.

Now it was off to Joe’s for his last conquest to
relieve the day’s stress. 
His next fling.

Joe’s bar was just blocks from Bradley’s firm.  When he had looked for office space in downtown Atlanta he had made sure that it was in close proximity to Joe’
s place.  They had both played football together in high school.  When Bradley was accepted into the prestigious Clemson architecture program, he had talked Joe into coming with him.  They had both rushed and become brothers of Sigma Chi.  Joe was never serious about school.  He barely graduate
d with a degree business.  But Bradley had to give it to him.  H
e had moved back to Atlanta and opened an upscale nightclub in Atlanta.
  He was doing very well for himself. 

Joe
Adams
was
taller than Bradley, standing at six feet four inches
, making it easy to find him in a crowd
.  His body was perfectly chiseled and sculpted.   His messy brown hair was sun kissed from being out on the water of Lake Lanier on the weekends fishing. 
Girls in college had been
mesmerized
by his velvety and smooth caramel brown eyes.  He cleaned up nicely in his suit with no tie and the first several buttons unbuttoned of his white shirt.

Bradley walked in and was quickly able to find him after scanning the crowd.  It was no surprise he was surrounded by beautiful women, as usual.  He chuckled at his friend and hoped that maybe one of those women would be more interested in him than Joe. 

Bradley threw his arm around his back and smiling his charming smile at the ladies said, “Hey,
man.  Introduce your brother to your lady friends.
”

Bradley surveyed the group to see if any of the girls matched hi
s type.  Eying
them with a smug grin on his face, he saw her.
  Sh
e broke the eye contact by turning to grab her drink from the table behind her.  It was obvious to him that she did this on purpose.
 
She was perfectly his type.  Blond hair, blue eyes, sophisticated, sexy as
hell,
and oh so mature.   She was wearing a black and gold sequined dres
s, if you could even call it a dress
because it barely covered her plump behind.  The fabric in the back
swagged
in a scoop that went all the way down to the very base of her spine.  All he could think of was how he wanted to run his
finger down her back as he pushed the fabric down both of her arms until the little piece of cloth pooled at her feet.  He could only
imagine what she might have on under that dress. 
The thought of her having nothing under it turned him on even more.

He leaned into Joe, “Who’s the blond with the barely dress on over there?” Bradley nodded her head in her direction while smiling a seductive grin.

“That’s Veronica.  She’s one hot little thing,
ain’t
she?” Joe chuckled.

Bradley laughed.  “Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll even be able to wait to get her home.  I think I’
ll take her in a bathroom, your office, hmm, anywhere at this particular moment
.  Is she with someone?”

“Nah man, she’s all yours.  Go get her.” Joe nudged Bradley teasingly.

“We still on for fishing tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

“Alright, night bro.
”
Bradley patted the table.  He reached out for his hand and pulled it in and gave him a quick tight hug. 

Bradley confidently walked over towards her with a sly smile on his face.  When she turned back around he was inches from her face.  “Hey there, I’m Bradley
Banks
.” He held his hand out for her to shake it but that required that she back up a step.

“Veronica Johnson.
” Her lips curved into a smile as her head tilted to the side and staring him down.

He just stood there for a moment grinning because she didn’t seem to be affected by him like all the other girls who usually fumbled words until they found their names.  He liked that she was so confident in herself that she didn’t seem to lose her bearings, but he wondered if this was because maybe she wasn’t affected by him.

Releasing her hand, “So, Veronica what do you do?”

“I’m a corporate attorney, you?”

“I’m a CEO and architect.”

“Oh, a big shot, huh?” She flirted.

As if there had been any doubts from moments earlier as to whether she was into him, they were now gone.  He could tell by the way she shifted her body and her response that the building electricity and feelings were quite mutual.

“Nah, not a big shot.”
He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled a little, “Just a normal guy who is a work-a-
holic
and perfectionist.”

“Well, I can certainly relate to that.
  All I do is work these days.”