TheOneandOnly (6 page)

“Sweetie, you’ve already caught him. Those collars are from
our special case. The cheapest one is four figures and those three are on the
top-end.” Dana handed Michelle several thongs of various colors and a box,
presumably with the costume inside. “Here ya go, sweetie. We’ll see you at the
club right after we close up here tonight. Good luck and don’t let them push
you around.”

Michelle was more nervous than ever as she walked back to
Sean.

“Are you all set?” Sean asked, wrapping an arm around her
waist.

She nodded as Sean took the box from her hand and led her to
the car.

“Are you still worried about the skirt?” Sean asked as he
opened her door.

She gave him a half-smile. “It’ll be okay.”

After he put the box in the back and resumed his place in
the driver’s seat, he brought her hand to his mouth and nibbled her fingers.
“What were you and Dana discussing?”

“Oh, lots of things.” Michelle sighed. “She seems like a
very nice lady. She warned me that I wouldn’t be making any friends at the
club.” She tried laughing about it, but it sounded forced, betraying how she
really felt.

“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you?”

“Apparently, several women have their sights on you and Dana
seems to think there’s going to be some fireworks tonight.”
And I’m too damn
tired for high-school drama from grown women.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about. I haven’t scened
with a woman in months. It wasn’t long after I started coming to the diner that
you fast became the only woman I thought about. I’ve done demonstrations, but
not with anyone in particular. I pretty much chose any available sub who I
thought would best fit with the demo I had planned. You have nothing to worry
about.”

Oh how little men knew about feminine rivalry. “I heard
Brian tell you to hire another bartender. Did I do something wrong?”

“What? When did he say that?” Sean started the car and
pulled out of the parking lot.

“Maybe I heard him wrong.” She knew she hadn’t, but it was
best to give him a polite way out. “It was after I’d looked at the collars. He
said something about you being screwed and to find a new bartender quickly.”

Sean started laughing. “Yes, he did say those words, but he
didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I told him I wanted you wearing clothing so
the bar didn’t suddenly get busy. Since it’s a gratis bar, the more business,
the less profit. He was saying you were so beautiful, the bar will be too popular.
You’re worrying too much, Michelle. I’d hoped this job would make your life
easier, not stress you to the max.”

“I appreciate that, Sean. I’ll try it tonight. If I can’t do
it, then you’ll have a few days to find a replacement.”

“I don’t want you working three jobs.” He was practically
growling. “The bartending gig was a convenient match, but regardless of that, I
want to be able to spend time with you.”

“I want to be with you too.” It was the club thing she
wasn’t sure about, and the jealous-women thing was just as daunting.

“Good, then the rest will work out.”

They rode in comfortable silence back to Cat Tails.

Before he turned off the ignition, he turned to her. “Will
your car be okay parked at the diner this long? They’ll know it’s yours and not
tow it, right?”

“No concern there, Sean. I don’t have a car.” She smiled,
relieved there wasn’t something else she needed to worry about. She had enough
on her plate as it was.

He nodded then froze. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t
have a car? How do you get to the diner?”

“I walk. It’s only a couple of miles.”

“You walk…your shift starts at midnight and you’re out
walking—alone? And what about the bar and school? You walk there too?”

She nodded, wondering what his point was. “It’s no big deal,
unless it’s storming. That sucks, but otherwise it’s good exercise.”

“What time does the bar close?”

“One-thirty. I’m usually outta there a little after two,
three at the latest.”

“Girl, you need a keeper. And you sure as hell won’t be
walking home from my club in the middle of the night, or any other time for
that matter.” He ran his hand across his brow. When she started to explain, he
held his hand up in a stop gesture. “Don’t. This isn’t up for discussion. It
isn’t happening again.”

She started to work the door handle when he put his hand on
her arm.

“Don’t move.” He slid his hand down his face. “You’re making
me crazy. The thought of you walking the streets in the middle of the
night…dear God! What were you thinking?”

“And you say I worry too much.”

After they were back inside the club, Michelle asked where
she should put her things.

“I have a dressing area attached to my office. Why don’t you
use that?” He unlocked his door and ushered her in. Sean walked to a panel in
the wall Michelle hadn’t noticed before. Sliding back the pocket door, he
showed her a full bathroom and walk-in closet.

Michelle followed him inside, then spun in a circle, taking
it all in. The tub was huge, but the shower had her drooling with its dual
heads, slate-and-glass enclosure and pebble floor. “I think I died and went to
heaven. You have exquisite taste, Sean. I’m seriously impressed. First, the
club itself completely caught me by surprise. I expected a dreary dungeon and I
find a garden oasis. Then the bar blew me away. I figured it’d be the typical
palm-frond cabana, and instead find a marble-and-rock designer’s dream. Now
your ‘dressing’ room is a five-star, hotel-dream bathroom. What other surprises
do you have for me?”

“A good Dom always keeps his sub guessing. And thank you,
I’m pleased you like it. I spend a lot of time here. I needed a space where I
could be comfortable.” He glanced at his watch. “We have about an hour and a
half. Would you like to finish the tour or just relax a bit?”

“I’d kill for a shower.” She couldn’t believe she’d just
said that. It was presumptuous and put Sean in a terribly awkward position. “I
mean…I…”

He put his finger over her lips, “Shh. It’s all yours.
Michelle, I know this is happening fast and it’s awkward because technically
you’re my employee, but I don’t think of you that way. I feel like you’re doing
me a favor by tending the bar. I want you here because I practically live at
the club and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. The bartending
gig gives you the opportunity to replace the income of three jobs with one and
it gives us the opportunity to be together and see where this can lead.” He
pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Michelle, I’m happy when I’m with you. I
smile all the time. Before I found you, I think I’d forgotten how.”

“Sean, you say the sweetest things.” He was so forthcoming
about his feelings—she had to give him something back. “I feel comfortable with
you too, like I’ve known you a long time.” She didn’t understand it any more
than he did, but being with him felt right.

“I’m glad.” He kissed her forehead and wrapped her in a hug.
“Enjoy your shower while I sit at my desk and try to keep my mind off your
luscious naked body.”

She chuckled. “I noticed you have two showerheads…” She felt
his breathing still then he squeezed her even tighter. Why did it feel as if
she’d just awakened a sleeping tiger?

“That’s true. I do and it would be such a waste of water to
let the second one rain down for nothing.” He cupped her head in his palm and
kissed the top of her head. “In the interest of full disclosure, I must warn
you. I don’t know how much of a gentleman I’d be if I joined you. I’ve had an
aching cock with your name on it for months now.”

Her rational side considered backpedaling, but who was she
kidding? She wanted him to join her. After fantasizing about him night and day
and their adventure on the cross, she had stayed wet and needy all afternoon.
Bending her knees, she wiggled and stroked his cock with her body through their
clothing. “I’m so glad.”

Sean fisted her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her
until her knees threatened to give out. Damn the man could kiss!

“Undress for me, Michelle. I want to watch you.” His voice
was a velvet seduction that she wanted to obey, but nerves got the best of her.

She shook her head no.

His eyebrows shot up. “You’re going to shower with your
clothes on? Is this some new college trend I’ve missed hearing about?” He held
her in his arms for a few precious moments, then turned her around to face the
mirrors.

“Oh, yeah, Sean, it’s the latest thing. Where’ve you been?”
In his arms she felt safe, but woefully inexperienced. He probably saw gorgeous
women strip every night in his club. She knew the most expedient way to take
her clothes off, but not how to do it and be sexy.

“You have a beautiful body and you should be proud of it.”
His hands were working the buttons of her blouse. As he reached the last one,
he kissed just below her ear and blazed a trail down her neck.

With his lips brushing against her skin, her brain went
offline. She barely noticed her shirt slip off her shoulders or her bra, which
quickly followed. His tanned hands cupped her lily-white breasts. The contrast
drew her attention until he pinched and rolled her nipples. All thoughts
vanished as her eyes closed and her head tipped back to rest against his chest.

“So responsive, Michelle. I knew you would be.” He continued
playing with her tits and kissing her until she was quivering. “Kick off your
shoes,” he ordered.

She immediately obeyed, her body on fire like never before.
She’d dreamed of him touching her, commanding her for months now. It was too
soon, too early in their relationship, and yet she’d waited so long. It was
impossible to stop.

He made short work of her jeans and bent her over the
bathroom counter. The cold marble should have cooled her off. Instead it
increased the ache in her breasts and had her longing for his touch. The
pressure of his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down while he
kissed along her side, created a sense of submission within her.

“I’ve kissed this path every night in my dreams for months,
yet I never imagined your skin was this soft or tasted so sweet. I’m fast
becoming addicted to you.” He kissed down her back and slipped his hand under
her panties and removed them too, leaving her bare to him. “I want to take you
right here, but our first time will be more than a quick fuck in the bathroom.”

His hand caressed her cheek and thigh. “I love your ass,
Michelle. Spread your legs for me.”

She slid her feet farther apart. “Sean, you’re killing me.”
Her world had narrowed to his touch. Each caress of his hands or lips sent fire
racing through her blood. She prayed Steven was on the other side of the
building as her moans and coos echoed in the enclosed area.

As Sean’s hand skimmed across her clit, she gasped. Oh God,
she shouldn’t be this wound up. Hell, she’d had intercourse before without
feeling a tenth of the need she’d felt at that moment.

“You’re so perfect, Michelle. I want to watch you fly apart
for me.” He swirled his finger over and around her clit. “Will you come for me,
Michelle?” He plunged one finger into her pussy, then two as he waited for her
answer.

“Yes, please, yes.”

“Now, Michelle. Come for me now.” He intensified his contact
with her clit and fucked her pussy with his thumb.

She screamed, her torso rocking from side to side as her
orgasm sent her flying. His hands continued to touch and caress her as the
sensations flooded her body. The sensual ride lasted longer than she expected.
Once the throbbing began to subside, Sean picked her up and carried her to the
bench outside his closet. She felt his rock-hard cock pressing against her
through his jeans and realized he was still completely dressed. A wave of
embarrassment washed over her. What was she doing?

“That was amazing, Michelle. Oh girl, what you do to me.” He
continued to hold her tight and rock her gently, one hand cradling her head to
his chest. “Why didn’t I fire Jon months ago? So much wasted time.”

Her feelings of embarrassment vanished at his kind words and
were replaced with a warm, tender emotion she wasn’t familiar with. “Thank you,
Sean. For everything.”

“Believe me, baby, it was my pleasure.” He kissed her
forehead. “Let’s get in the shower.”

While he got undressed, she grabbed a hair clip from her
purse. When she came back into the bathroom, her jaw dropped as she saw Sean in
the shower with the water pouring over his cover-model body. The man shouldn’t
be allowed to wear clothing—ever.

“I’m getting lonely in here, Michelle. Hurry it up.”

She’d been so busy staring at his body she’d forgotten she
was self-conscious of her own. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.
She’d known he was built. Every time he took her in his arms she could feel his
corded muscles, but she never pictured him looking so yummy. Damn, he was out
of her league in every way possible.

Sean opened the clear-paned door and held her wrist as she
stepped over the threshold. “You’re too far away from me.” He wrapped her in a
bear hug, soaking her hair—not that she cared. She was starting to crave his
touch.

His cock was large and hard pressing against her stomach. It
was impossible to ignore and she didn’t intend to. When she ran her index
finger from the base to the tip, Sean shifted positions.

“Don’t go there, hon. I’m trying to be a gentleman and I
don’t have a lot of experience with that. I’ve never been as attracted to a
woman as I am to you. Waiting until we have enough time to do this right may
prove to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Michelle wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting at. They’d
been intimate both on the cross and just a minute ago. No, they hadn’t had
intercourse, but that was only one part of a whole package. “Sean, I want to
explore your body.” She looked him in the eye. “You’re so handsome.” She ran
her hand up his well-defined chest.