The Weekend Proposition (9 page)

I wonder if she’s a screamer.

“Spencer?”

“Huh?” He looked up to find her staring at him. How long had he been lost in thought? “Sorry.”

“Are you thinking about the Bradford account?”

“No, I can honestly say that isn’t on my mind.”

“What’s got you so lost in thought? You seemed distracted through dinner. Is everything okay?”

No, I’m confused as hell and it’s your fault.

“My grandfather adores you.” That was lame, but he needed to get his mind off of that bra and thong she’d modeled for him. “That’s pretty impressive on your part. He’s not the easiest man to deal with.”

“I like him.” She truly meant it. She’d picked the old man’s brain on advertising trends through the years every chance she got. He loved the fact that she had written a paper on him and the agency. Her knowledge of him and his company went straight to his head. Spencer was impressed with her understanding of his business too. What were the odds he’d find a woman so compatible with him?

“You’ve managed to win over my family in two days.” He reached for her hand. When their skin connected he thought momentarily about how she would make the perfect girlfriend. Too bad he’d screwed that up when he paid her to be his date.

“Just your family?”

You have me too.

He had to stop this conversation before it got started. Pushing the plate of raspberry cheesecake in front of her he asked, “Dessert?”

“Will you share with me?”

Picking up the fork, he broke off a piece of the cake. “I’m not in the mood for cheesecake.” He pressed the fork to her mouth. “Open up.”

“What are you in the mood for?” When she ran the tip of her tongue along her top lip, his cock hardened.

You, spread out on my bed.

“Hmm…” she softy moaned when she tasted the creamy cake.

“Good?” He shifted in his seat. How could he get through two more days without touching her the way he really wanted to?

“Heavenly.” She licked the fork clean. “I may have something for you.”

“What would that be?”

She took his free hand and placed it in her lap, running it along her silky inner thigh. Spencer looked around the room but everyone seemed to be busy in their own conversations, drinking, or dancing. No one paid attention to what Coda was doing to him.

“I seem to have forgotten something.”

“What’s that?”

She brought his hand higher, allowing him to brush her bare center.

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes as she moved his finger along her moist slit. “What are you doing?”

“Unleashing your aggressive side.” She let go of his hand. “I know you want me.”

“Is that really what you want?” He continued to move his finger over her mound. “Do you think you can handle me?”

She gripped the edge of her chair as she stiffened her legs.

He broke off some more of the cake and fed it to her. She licked the raspberry sauce off the piece before taking it from the fork.

The bulge in his pants bordered painful. He removed his hand from under her dress, trailing his fingers up her arm over her bare shoulder and to her mouth. “Open up.”

She hesitated.

“Don’t disappoint me.” He ran his finger along the seam of her lips. “You set free this side of me. Don’t you want to see if you like it?”

She parted her lips just enough for him to insert his finger into her mouth. She sucked the juices from where he’d been. “Mmm.” She hummed, causing the vibration to shoot straight to his balls. “I’m sure I’ll more than like it.”

“Enough.” He dropped the fork on the plate and stood. “I think we should take this to our room.” He extended his hand for her. “Don’t you agree?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She took his hand and followed him out of the dining room. The walk up the staircase and down the hall seemed longer than usual. The anticipation of having her in his bed made the journey tedious.

Once they reached the end of the hall to the double doors, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the key. “You’re sure this is what you want to do?” He swiped the card and opened the door.

“Haven’t I given you enough signs?” She slipped out of her heels as she reached for his jacket. “Take what you want.”

“You’ve shattered my control. I have no resolve when it comes to you.” He backed her into the room and pinned her against the small foyer wall, kicking the door shut with his foot. “I want you. I have from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m here.” She pushed his jacket from his shoulders. “I’m yours.”

Wasting no time, he turned her around and lowered the zipper on her dress. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he stopped when he encountered the clasp of her bra.

“This will have to go.” He unhooked the lacey garment before continuing to unzip the rest of the dress. He pushed it from her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. Pressing his lips to the side of her neck, he said, “Step out of it.”

She did as he asked as he removed her bra.

“You have the softest skin.”

Placing his palms on her hips, he nudged her in front of the foyer table, spreading her legs with his knee.

A soft moan escaped her lips when he moved his hands up the sides of her body and then over her breasts. His hands covered each of them completely. They were firm and full and so real. Nothing like the silicone babes he’d gotten used to. Everything about Coda was genuine.

He kissed the back of her neck, moving his lips down to kiss another heart tattoo on her right shoulder blade. “How many more?”

“Just one more.” She rested the back of her head on his chest. “Right here.” His cock twitched when she ran her fingers down her stomach and to her hip. He liked watching as she touched herself.

“You like hearts.” He squeezed her breasts as her gaze found his in the large, brass mirror over the foyer table.

“I think they’re sexy.”

“I think you’re sexy.” He pressed his erection against her backside. “Feel what you’re doing to me?”

She lowered her fingers to her pussy and ran her thumb along her entrance. “Why don’t you feel what you’re doing to me?” Witnessing the way her hands caressed her body again drove him insane with lust.

“That little taste I had in the bathroom earlier this evening wasn’t nearly enough.” He twirled the pad of his fingers over her hardened nipples. She tensed under his hands as he continued to place hot, open-mouth kisses along her jaw. “You won’t deny me that, will you?”

She shook her head as she continued to stare at him in the mirror. “It’s just that no one has ever…” She stopped when he toyed with her nipples.

“No one has ever what?” He moved his hand down her stomach. “Tasted you?”

She nodded.

Am I seducing a virgin?

He stopped his exploration. She’d been so bold, the thought never occurred to him.

“Have you had sex before?”

“Yes, but not often and never with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He turned her to face him. “Explain that.”

“You’re older and more experienced than anyone I’ve been with. I’m sure you could show me some new things.” She played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I want you to show me.” She moved her lips to his ear and whispered, “Taste me.”

Her words shot straight to his dick and after a second of letting her request sink in, he dropped to his knees, leaving a path of kisses along her breasts and stomach as he went. Pressing his face against her mound, he inhaled her unique scent. He nudged her legs apart, gripping her inner thigh with one hand and resting the other on her backside.

She sucked in a breath as he flattened his tongue along her slick opening.
Still not enough, never enough.
When he threw her leg over his shoulder, she lost her balance. “Hold onto me,” he mumbled. “I have you.”

She gripped his shoulders as she rocked her hips into his face. The more she moved, the deeper his tongue dove. Her hot, wet folds satisfied his hunger. She tasted both sweet and tangy. Her juices flooded his mouth and flowed down his chin. The bulge in his pants begged for attention, but he wanted to bring her the release she needed.

“Spencer,” she cried out as she thrust her hips forward.

Wanting more, he moved his hand from her thigh and pushed his fingers inside her heat, finding her g-spot. As he licked and nipped at her pussy, he stimulated her with his hand. She thrashed against him and muttered some expletives. As soon as he slowed his actions and swiped his tongue along her slit she trembled against his face. He held her still and indulged in her taste as she found her release.

Once she settled down from her climax, she opened her eyes and peered down at him. He gently removed her leg from his shoulder and steadied her before standing to meet her.

“That was…” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Really good.”

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He scooped her up and carried her down the hall. She guided his mouth to hers, kissing him hard and tasting where he’d been. He broke the kiss and placed her on the center of the bed.

“You have too many clothes on.” She got up on her knees and finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“Maybe I like that you’re naked and I’m not.” He kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his socks. “It’s kinky.”

“So, you are into kinky?”

“Maybe.” He smiled before tugging his t-shirt over his head. “Lie back on the pillows and let me take in that gorgeous body of yours.”

She turned around and crawled to the top of the bed, giving him a nice view of her smooth, bare ass. He palmed his cock before undoing his belt buckle. Glancing at the nightstand, he was pleased at what he found. Andrew had made a drugstore run for him and left a box of condoms by the bed. He’d have to give him a raise.

Spencer stepped out of his pants before making his way to the bed, settling in next to her. He lay on his side as she shifted to face him. He breathed in her enticing vanilla scent. He had tasted her not five minutes ago and already he needed more.

She brushed her hand along his cheek before pressing her lips to his. “I like kissing you, especially when no one is watching.”

He twisted his fingers in her hair and claimed her mouth as his other hand explored her hot flesh. He wanted to touch every inch of her with his fingers, lips, and tongue. He needed her to feel him.

“Spencer, please.” She hitched her leg over his hip and rocked into him. Her abrupt actions caused him to tug at her hair when she grazed against his cock. “I need you.” She reached between them and clawed at his boxers.

He let go of her hair and grabbed the box of condoms.

“Where did those come from?” Her lips curled into a conniving little smile. “Did you know we’d end up here?”

“After your display in the bathroom earlier this evening, I made sure we were prepared.” He ripped open the foil packet as she worked his boxers down his legs.

“I like a man who thinks ahead.”

He sheathed himself in the condom, tossing the package aside as he reached for her. “Come here.” He pulled her closer to him and slid the tip of his cock along her slit. “You’re so beautiful.” He thrust forward, pushing deep inside her.

She gripped his shoulder, digging her fingers into his skin. Coda tensed and held her breath.

“Are you okay?” He swept the hair from her face. “Do you need me to stop?”

“I’m good.” She shifted her hips. “It’s been awhile. Keep going.”

Rubbing her back, he kissed her neck, lowering his lips to her breasts. He took his time, making sure she was comfortable. With each thrust, he increased his pace. Her breathing became labored but her moans fueled his fire. Without breaking their connection he rolled onto his back so he could look up at her.

She gazed down at him as she rode him. Her long hair, tangled at the ends, draped over her shoulders and caressed the tops of her breasts. The hall light streamed in behind her, creating an illuminating effect. She looked like an angel. His angel.

Her breasts bounced each time she moved. She bit down on her bottom lip as her pussy clenched around his cock.

“You’re so tight.” He smoothed his palms over her thighs and to her hips. “So perfect.”

“Spencer, I’m…oh…”

“Let go, baby. Come for me.” He guided her into a pleasing rhythm, feeling the warmth of her juices as they trickled down him.

He flipped her onto her back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and slipped back inside her. With his orgasm quickly approaching, he pounded into her, trying to extinguish the fire that ignited deep within. He collapsed on top of her as he emptied into the condom.

She traced her fingertips up and down his spine, over his shoulders, and along his arms. He lifted himself up on his forearms. With his cock still nestled inside her, he placed soft kisses along her jaw and lips. He didn’t want this moment to end.

“I don’t want to move, beautiful, but I have to take care of things.”

“Hurry back.” She cradled the back of his head in her hand and pulled his face to hers.

After a few minutes of kissing, he broke away. “You’ll be the death of me.”

He rolled off her and headed for the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror and smiled. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Coda had awakened emotions in him he didn’t think possible. God help him, but he wanted much more than this one weekend.

Could we have it?

When he returned, she’d put on his t-shirt and turned the covers back on the huge bed. He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “As sexy as you look in my shirt, I think I like you better naked.”

“I get cold really quick and I like the way your shirt smells.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” He tugged at the bottom of the shirt, lifting it over her head. “Much better.”

“You like getting your way, don’t you?” She crawled into the bed and propped up the pillows.

“Did you just figure that out?” He climbed in next to her. “I always get my way.”

“Spoiled rich boy.” She giggled.

“I can’t argue that.” He snuggled in behind her. “I want to hold you.” He’d never been big on post-cuddling or conversation after sex, but with Coda everything seemed new and different.