Total Control (9 page)

“
Are you really going to fire Vince?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Absolutely. I’ve had enough of his bullshit. I don’t want you worrying about it
, though; there’s a lot more to it than him lying about you. This goes way beyond that. It’s something I’ve needed to nip in the bud for a while.”

“Do you have someone else to do his job?”

“Not for sure, but I know a couple of people who’d love the opportunity. I’m not worried about it.”

“Good. Would you like me to start dinner? Are you hungry?”
she asked.

“Yeah, I’m
getting there.” It was a little early for dinner but the thought of watching her in the kitchen excited me.

“I’ll start cooking
then, and you put on some music.” She went to the counter and got busy while I started looking through her CDs. I tried to keep them in order, alphabetically, like she had them. I smiled to myself as I wondered what she’d do if I mixed them all up. Would she rush over and put them back right away, or would she wait until I wasn’t looking? I decided not to find out right then, I didn’t know how compulsive she was about it. I thought it was sweet.

I
put some music on and asked if she needed any help. She said no, so I pulled out one of the dining room chairs and watched her. She was very sexy as she moved to the beat of the music and sang along as she chopped, sautéed, and stirred. She danced over to the table and put our plates on it, bending over the top of the table to reach the other side. Her ass was teasing me as it thrust out toward me and then shimmied its way back to the stove.

“You’re doing one hell of a job,
” I said.

“Are you surprised?”

“Not at all. If it tastes as good as you look cooking it, I’m going to overeat.”

She walked o
ver to me and straddled me in the chair. “Sounds like you’re enjoying watching me cook,” she said softly as she kissed my neck and ear.

“Very much,
” I whispered.

“
After dinner I want to fuck you in this chair,” she whispered in my ear, then she stuck her tongue in it and ran it all the way down my neck.
Holy shit!

“In fact, I want dessert bef
ore dinner tonight.” It was as if she were reading my mind. She pulled her shirt off and grabbed the bottom of mine and yanked it off.
She’s not messing around!
She stood and pulled me to my feet, unbuttoned all five of my buttons in one easy tug, and pulled my jeans and boxers down.
Damn, Gia, you surprise me sometimes!
She pushed me back down and pulled her shorts and panties off. When she looked into my eyes, I could see the want in hers and I felt desired.

She straddled me again and I reached around and unclasped her bra. It popped open and I immediately had one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as s
he rubbed against my erection and leaned her head back. She looked sexy as fuck, and that was exactly what she was going to do to me. She slipped her hand down and guided me into her, slowly at first, but then faster as her wetness covered my cock. She felt warm and tight as her pussy massaged me with the rhythm of Journey playing in the background.

I grabbed her ass and held her tight as I came. She put her
hands on my knees, leaned back and moaned as she came.
She’s amazing.
That was by far the best quickie I’d ever had.

She sat up straight and gazed down at me. She looked beautifully sated
, and the way she blinked slowly and smiled made me feel even more satisfied. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. She shivered as I ran my hands up her back and down her sides.

“That was some dessert
,” I told her.

She giggled. “
Thank you. I don’t know what came over me. You make me feel young and sexy.”

“You
are
young and sexy.”

She smiled and we got lost in
each other’s eyes. “I better finish dinner,” she said and pulled herself away. She handed me a box of Kleenex before she picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom. I cleaned myself off and pulled up my pants, which were still around my ankles. That was the second time we’d had sex without a condom and as much as I loved it, I worried about Gia. I had to talk to her about it.

When she came back I said
, “Gia, I have to ask you because we’ve had sex twice now without a condom…” I hesitated, not knowing how to put it.

“I can’t get pregnant anym
ore, Ethan.” She got back to her cooking. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I wasn’t
necessarily worried about getting you pregnant.” I approached her and turned her to face me. “I was worried about you getting hurt again. I’m sorry.”

She smiled. “I’ve accepted the fact that I won’t have children. I can live with that. It’s okay.”

I hugged her. I didn’t know what to say so I just held her. She hugged me back and it felt nice to know even more about her.

“Do you want children?”
she asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

“No, not anymore,
” I said. “When I was younger I just assumed someday I would get married and have a family, but as I got older and never met anyone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I realized I probably wouldn’t have kids.”

“Do you still wan
t to get married?” Again, she was very quiet.

“Yes
, I do. I want to share my life with someone. I’m tired of being alone.”

“You’re not alone any
more,” she said and squeezed me.

***

We sat at Gia’s table and shared a beautiful dinner. It had been a while since someone had cooked for me and it felt really nice. We sat long after we’d finished eating and talked about everything from food and wine to movies and decorating. We could really talk to each other. I loved watching her. She used her hands a lot, had great eye contact, and her facial expressions were absolutely adorable. She even listened intently as I talked and seemed genuinely interested in whatever I talked about. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

Chapter 8

Gia

As we sat and talked after dinner, I felt very close to Ethan. He knew so much about me and yet there he was, still beside me, wanting to be with me. I loved sitting and talking with him. He was smart, interesting, and great at telling stories. I could listen to him all day and never tire of his sexy voice and undivided attention. I was really going to miss him.

We had a rare pause so I started to clean up the kitchen. Ethan immediately
pitched in and started filling the sink. He washed as I dried. I couldn’t stop watching his hands. They were covered in suds, carefully cleaning each item as he pulled them out of the hot water. I imagined them washing me, holding me, and pleasing me.
I think I’m turning into a nympho.

I twisted up the towel and snapped it on his ass.

He jumped. “Hey!” It startled the shit out of him and I laughed my ass off.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” He came after me. I screamed and ran around the table. I couldn’t stop laughing.

“I’m sorry…” I barely got the words out because I was so tickled. I was holding my hand up as if to say, “Just give me a minute to compose myself.”

“You don’t look like you’re sorry. You look like you’re scared
,” Ethan teased as he started coming around the table for me.

“No. I
am
sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” I giggled as I tried to get away before he caught me.

“Really?”
he teased.

“Really!” I said as he just about had me.
I gasped, “Look!” and pointed to the corner.

He whipped around to see what it was and I regained my safe distance.

I laughed even harder. “I can’t believe you fell for that! It’s the oldest trick in the book!”

“Okay, you got me,” he sounded defeated. “All I was going to do when I caught you was kiss you, softly, sweetly, and whisper in your ear how much you turn me on.” He started slowly back to the sink to finish his dishwashing duties.

“Aww, baby, I’m sorry.” I went to him and he kissed me softly, sweetly, and as he went to my ear, I smiled with anticipation.

He whispered ever so sex
ily, “Now
that’s
the oldest trick in the book!” I was shocked! Then he grabbed me, carried me to the couch, and pinned me down. I tried to get away, but I was no match for his hard body. I was laughing so hard I actually snorted once and he got a big kick out of that.

“So, now that you’ve got me, whatcha gonna do with me?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Hmmm…” He stared into my eyes. “So many possibilities…” His expression turned softer. He released my arms and steadied himself above me. I reached up, touched his face, and ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and I massaged his head slowly. When he opened his eyes he looked absolutely exhausted.

“Baby, you look so tired. Why don’t you go
to bed, I’ll finish up in here,” I told him.

“No. It’s our last night together for a while. I don’t want it to end yet.” He was so sweet.

“I need to tie up some loose ends before I leave, anyway. I could get done a lot faster without such a sexy distraction.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night and then headed home early. This
isn’t how I wanted tonight to end.”

I smiled. “
Tonight was perfect to me, but if it will make you feel better, take a nap and I’ll wake you up before the night is over so you can end it the way you wanted to, okay?”

“Would you really do that?” He was so adorable when he could hardly hold his eyes open.

“For you, yes.” He seemed to like that, so he agreed. “See you in a couple hours,” I said and gave him a kiss.

He went,
reluctantly, so I turned the music real low and finished the dishes. I cleaned out the fridge, throwing out whatever wouldn’t still be recognizable by the time I got back. I packed the toiletries that I wouldn’t need in the morning and made sure I had my chargers for my phone and laptop. There was one glass of wine left so I poured that, sat at the table, and made a list so I wouldn’t forget anything tomorrow.

I turned off the lights and stood in front of the window that overlooked my little neighborhood.
It was so peaceful this time of night. I felt hopeful again. I thought of all the wonderful things in my life, all the people who supported and loved me. I said a little prayer asking for the strength to get through the next month being as open and honest as I could while receiving the help I needed to get my life back.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face before I undressed for bed.
I stopped before I got in and looked down at Ethan. He was unbelievably awesome in every way. I was falling hard for him. I wanted to face my demons so I could be everything Ethan thought I was. He deserved someone who could love like he could. I wanted to be that someone.

I crawled into bed and snuggled up to him.
He opened his eyes, smiled, and took me in his strong, warm arms. “Thank you for waking me so this night could end perfectly,” he said and kissed me on my forehead.

I realized that was all he needed, to hold me while we fell asleep together. I was smiling when I closed my eyes.

Chapter 9

I awoke to the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls.
This must be what waking up in heaven smells like.
I opened my eyes and there they were! I sat up, picked up the cup, took off the lid, and let the steam enter my nostrils. “Mmm.” I took a sip. It was perfect, one Splenda, one cream. I grabbed the gooey cinnamon roll and took a big bite. “Mmm.” I closed my eyes and smiled.

“Wow
.” Ethan was in the doorway watching me.

I smiled. “Come here,
” I said and set the coffee down.

He sat beside me and I pulled
off a piece of the cinnamon roll. “I know you didn’t dare eat one of these, but you gotta taste it.” We locked eyes and when he opened his mouth I thought about putting something else in it. I held it above his mouth. He tilted his head back but kept his eyes on mine. I touched it to his lips and then pulled it back, leaving some of the icing there. He licked it and opened his mouth again.
Holy hell!
I touched it to his lips again and pulled it away. He licked again, slower this time.
Fuck!