Under Contract (The GEG Series) (12 page)

“But there is a contract,” she interjects.

“Yes, and you will adhere to it as planned.” I feel my frustration building. Christ—I’ve almost laid out my cards without even knowing what’s in my hand.

“Mitch, I will never give or ask for more. I have enough ‘more’ on my plate. I will follow the contract and be at your beck and call. I will lay my body down for you, but not my heart. Don’t ever expect my heart—it’s not for sale.”

Her words choke the very breath out of my lungs.

“I’m going to finish this.” I nod to the sandwich. “Go upstairs and get ready for me.” She offers me a weak smile and heads up. As soon as I hear the door close upstairs, I practically knock my chair down, jumping to my feet. I think more clearly when I pace.

I know I need to stay calm. Cool heads will prevail!
Settle down, Mitch. Think.
There’s nothing to think about—it’s all right in front of me! I’m going with my gut; it’s never steered me wrong before. I just need to go about this a little differently ... like being patient. She’s been through a lot, like her dad said. Josh, that fucking idiot! Though I am grateful to him. If he weren’t such an idiot, she wouldn’t be in my arms now. I plan on keeping her there. I can’t hit her with too many feelings; it causes a flight reaction in her. I’m not going to behave beyond the contract’s requirements, which actually gives me plenty of room for interpretation.
No, Charlotte, I won’t buy your heart, but I will earn it!
Game on, baby!

“Another humdinger?” I turn around to find Charlotte biting her smile back.

“You have no idea, baby.” I grab my drink.

“So ... you don’t like it?” She points to the sandwich.

“No, I do. I’m going to finish it right now.” I smile and grab the last piece.

“Do you have any red wine?”

“I should.” I head over to the corner cabinet. “Cab Sauv okay?” I look over my shoulder.

“Sure.” She takes the bottle from me.

“Uh ... this one.” I open the drawer next to the one she’s digging in and hand her the corkscrew.

“Thanks.” She takes it from me and tries to figure out how to use it.

“Here.” I smile and stand behind her. “This goes on here ... and ...”
Christ, she smells lovely.
She looks up at me. I stare down into her beautiful eyes—Kryptonite.

“Mitch,” she manages before rising on her toes for a kiss. I sweep her lips softly. “Do you want some?” she asks. It takes me a moment to register that she’s talking about the wine.

“No, I’m good. Need to finish my sandwich or I won’t get a free spank-Charley-good
card.” I kiss her nose.

“You’re gonna spank me good?” She’s trying to sound playful, but I can hear her nerves clear as a bell.

“Yes I am, but I am going to save it for a situation when you’ve behaved very badly.” I palm her ass. “Jesus, baby ... I may have to
create
a situation.” I squeeze and listen to her breathe erratically. “What do you have going on under here, by the way?” I try to lift her short, white silk robe.

“Stop it, you!” She smacks my hand away. “I thought you weren’t going to touch me until you were invited to do so,” she says, then turns back to the wine and tries to open it.

“It’s gonna be like that now, baby?” I lower my voice near her ear.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, then throws her hands palm-down on the counter, clearly frustrated.

“Need help?”

“Yes, please.” She looks up at me. I trap her between the counter and me and slowly push up against her as I unscrew the cork.

“I see Morale is up,” she murmurs, then gives me a dose of my own medicine as she pushes back against me.

“Invite me to touch you, baby.” My lips almost touch her ear.

“No.”

“Invite me.” I push harder.

“No.” She pours her wine.

“Baby, I may have to go back on what I said.” I run my nose up her neck, inhaling her.

“Are you sniffing me?” She giggles.

“No! Please ... I wouldn’t do that.” I jerk my face back and chuckle. “Okay ... maybe a little.”

“Mr. Colton.” She turns to me with laughing eyes. I immediately go for the knot in her robe.

“Uh-uh ...” She taps my hand.

“I need to touch you, Charlotte.” I close my eyes, almost begging.

“Okay, but if you go back on your word, you’re going to miss out.”

“Miss out on what?” I take her extended hand.

“Me touching the hell out of you.” She walks backward, staring at me like I’m a big juicy steak. It makes me want to hand her a fork and knife so she can dig in. “Well?” She raises an eyebrow.

“I’d like you to touch the hell out of me, baby.”
Damn, she’s sexy.

“Good.” She sips her wine. “Me too.” She walks forward again, holding my hand behind her. She climbs the stairs slowly, offering me a view to die for: white lace panties that end just above the curve of her cheeks.
If I just lean forward a little further, I can nip at the skin there.
I shake my head and try to find something else to look at. My gaze drops, taking in her gorgeous bare legs. Legs that were wrapped around my neck this afternoon while I greedily feasted on her pussy—her delicious pussy
.
I slap my head to force myself to focus.

She looks over her shoulder. “Everything okay back there?”

“Yep ... just trying not to drag my knuckles back here,” I say truthfully, and am rewarded with her giggle. I am amazed at how easy things are with her, yet still so difficult.

We walk into my bedroom and I can already smell the essence of
her
.

“What?” she asks, setting her wine down and pulling her hair out of its tie. It tumbles down, and I fight the urge to dive my hands in.

“It smells like you in here,” I start. She crooks her head sideways. “I like it.”

“Good.” She slides her hands up my chest and slowly unbuttons my shirt. I place my hands on her hips. “Uh ... no touching, Mr. Colton.” She taps my hands. I squeeze before I let go. “Bad boy,” she mumbles.

“I can be.” I try to kiss her. She pulls her hands away and crosses her arms.

“Let me know when you’re ready to behave.”

“Sorry, baby. I’m ready.” I try to hold back my smile.

Satisfied, Charlotte runs her hands up my chest again and pushes my shirt off my shoulders. She bites at my left shoulder while pulling my tank top out from my pants. I help her tug it over my head. Her mouth travels hot up my neck to my chin and then down my jawline. She nips below my ear and every muscle in my body twitches as I try to control myself.

“Mitch.”

Damn her sexy voice.

“Yes.” I clear my throat as her lips hover near my ear.

“You may kiss me only when I am kissing you. Under no circumstances will you touch me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to taste and touch every inch of your skin until I’m satisfied with the level of crazy I’m driving you, and then, Mitch ...” She takes a break to suck at my earlobe. “I’m going to take you in my mouth and then fuck you so hard you erupt like a volcano that’s lain dormant for a thousand years. Would you like that, baby?” She starts at my belt.

“Jesus Christ, Charlotte ... Jesus Christ!” It’s all I can say because I think I may be having an asthma attack. Christ, I might even come undone from her words.

“Mitch, before I get started, I need to show you what my thoughts are doing to me. What
you
do to me.” She looks straight into my eyes as she guides my left hand onto her hip. “You can touch me this once. Stop when I tell you and don’t do it again until I’m ready for you to take me.”
God help me ... she’s going to make me lose my mind tonight.
She takes my hand and brings it to the knot on her robe. “Undo my robe, Mitch.” My heart is pounding so loud in my ears. I untie it and she pulls the robe off.

I can’t even stand the sight of her in her lacy white babydoll. It’s split open at her belly and I want to trace her navel with my tongue. Her nipples stretch against the material, eager to greet me. She takes my hand again and brings it to her stomach. Slowly, she slides it down. “Mitch, I want you to touch me. Touch what’s yours, baby, and see what you do to me.”
Oh, those jade eyes.
I turn my palm to rest against her belly. I watch her close her eyes, lick her upper lip, then bite her bottom one as my hand slowly slides under the band of her panties. It travels over her mound and slides underneath. My fingers push her open and I take in a sharp breath.

“Goddamn it, Charlotte.” I can barely breathe as my fingers swirl around in her wetness.

“See what you do to me, how ready I am for you, how badly I want to stretch for you, baby?” I barely let her finish saying “baby”
before I plunge my fingers deep inside of her. Her pelvis rocks with my thrusts and a few soft moans escape her throat. “Mitch ... oh, Mitch ... you have to stop now.” She tries to pull away.

“No,” I say sternly. “I want inside of you now, Charlotte.” I start to nudge her back to the bed.

“Mitch.” She looks straight into my eyes. “Please, stop.”

“Ugh!” I groan, pulling my hand away.

“Good boy. My hip ... eh, my ass, I guess, too.” She laughs, looking down at the hand that I’ve slid around her. She grabs it and leads me to the bed. I try to pull myself together as she undoes my pants and then whips them down. “Jesus, Mitch!” Her eyes widen at my erection.

“Yeah, I thought I’d knock a few walls down while I was up here.” I look around.

“I think you could ... with no problem.” Her eyes dance playfully at me and once again I’m captivated by her beauty. I never thought I’d meet another woman who would make me feel ...
everything
. Everything you feel when you’ve found someone who helps you naturally be yourself. There are no reservations, just acceptance.

“Lie down, Mitch,” Charlotte says, pushing my chest lightly with a curious look on her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that, baby?” I ask as I climb back.

“Because you’re deep in thought.”

“I was, but now I’m back, focusing on my gorgeous girlfriend.”

“You’d better be.” She gives me a crooked smile as she climbs on top to straddle me. “No, Mitch.” She smacks my hands away. I let out a frustrated groan. “Close your eyes, sweetie.” She kisses me.
Mmm ... so soft.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply her lovely scent.

Charlotte takes my hands and places them just above my head. Her nipple skims over my lips. I nip gently.

“Mitchell—I don’t know your middle name—Colton!” she yells. I can’t help but laugh.
Carefree ... I forgot how nice this was.

“I don’t have a middle name, baby,” I say, a huge grin stretched across my face.

“Mitchell Colton.” Her breath hits my face.
“The longer you behave badly, the longer it will take me to please you.” She strums her fingers over my lips.

“That’s not possible.” I kiss them and open my eyes to look into hers. “You’re here ... in my arms. Consider me pleased.” I lean up and grasp her lips. She parts them and palms my face as I deepen the kiss. Christ! Her tongue is so soft and seductive.

“Mitch,” she complains against my mouth when my hands find her ass.

“These panties are killing me. I want to bite you all along here.” I run my fingers along the bottom where her cheeks pop out.

“Okay ... hands off,” she says, too much amusement in her voice for me to take her seriously. She tries to grab my hands, but I get hers and swiftly roll her onto her back. She fights me as I raise her arms above her head.

“That’s it, baby—fight me. Make me work for it.” I pin both arms down with one hand and let the other slide up and under her babydoll. Her left nipple greets my fingers eagerly. My touch is gentle at first, but that quickly changes to accommodate her sensory needs. I’m already learning my baby’s signals. When she arches her back, giving me more access, she wants me to be harsher. Her moans tell me I’m right. My mouth replaces my hand so I can pull at her panties.

“No!” She jerks her lower body in an attempt to push me off.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” I pin her legs down with mine. “Hope you’re not attached to these.” I rip her panties. “‘Cause you’re not anymore.” I pull them off her. She stares at me in shock as I climb over her, still holding her in place. “First mistake you made was taking too long to seduce me. I’m an impatient man, baby.” I kiss at her neck. “Second mistake was showing me how I affect you.” I force her legs open and grind up against her.

“Third mistake?” she asks, trying to control her breathing. I shake my head. “I like when you take charge ... it turns me on.” She pushes against my arms, making me tighten my grasp.

“For someone who doesn’t like to get spanked, you sure don’t know how to prevent it from happening.” I bite at her lip.

“You’re mad at me?”

“What? No, baby!” I look at her strangely. “I want to spank you because you turn me on, not because I’m mad at you. That, and you have an ass that screams ‘Spank me!’” I echo my voice and she laughs. “I’ll never hurt you, Charlotte ... not with intention.” I soften my gaze and collect her lips.

“You gonna make Kitty hurt, baby?” She raises her pelvis to me, enticing me.

“Does Kitty want to hurt, Charlotte?” I use my sexy (as she calls it) voice and nip at her earlobe.

“Baby, Kitty’s been aching since I left this afternoon. Aching so deeply inside.”
Damn her and her seductive tone.

“Aching for what? Tell me.” I release her arms as I trail kisses across her chest.

“A boost of Morale, baby.” She pulls at my hair as I take her right nipple into my mouth. Just when I let my guard down, she flips me onto my back.

“Damn!” I sigh. She giggles and puts all of her weight into pinning my arms down. I watch as she moves her mouth down my chest. The lower she goes, the less of an advantage she has on me. As soon as she releases enough pressure, I fling her onto her back again and harshly enter her.

“Checkmate, baby,” I groan as I bury myself deeper inside of her. “You okay?” I lightly graze her cheek as she finally exhales.

A smile forms at her lips. “Control freak.”

“I heard a rumor that you like that.” I nudge her nose with mine before kissing her.