Weak for Him (13 page)

Not a soul stirred in the house.
Not a car in the driveway. Quietness lingered.

A door closed upstairs and
footsteps softly pounded down the hall. I sipped a bottle of water
at the kitchen table as I checked the outrageous amount of spam
email on my phone.

Mr. Felton walked to the kitchen,
grabbed a bottle of water, and sat across from me at the table. I
gave a half smile and then returned my attention back to my phone.
He continued to stare.

"What?"

"You're always thinking about
something. Even as you do what you're doing, you are always
somewhere else. Your gears are always turning, aren't
they?"

"Just wondering how I got on all
of the spam email lists. Must be all the porn I'm subscribed
to."

He chuckled and almost spit his
water out on me.

"Watch it, buddy, don't get me
wet."

He gave me
that
smile along
with the look that said he would rip the clothes right off of my
body if he could.

He swallowed, and then so did I.
The tension went from slack to tight in five seconds. The next
thing I knew, he was pushing his seat in and moving toward me. I
stood as he stood beside me, my heart beating five hundred miles
per hour, faster than V could drive, faster than I could
imagine.

Mr. Felton moved my chair and
lifted me onto the kitchen table, sliding everything that was in
his way onto the floor. He laid me across the cold oak. His lips
met my neck, and his fingers trailed up and down my arms. My dress
found its way up my thighs, and his hands followed suit.

"No panties? You are scandalous,
Ms. Downs. You scandalous little virgin."

"Shut up," I said.

His kisses, his touch, the
intensity of his wanderlust across my body made me instantly wet.
He continued to touch me in naughty places, playing with me.
Placing one finger on the outside of my sex and then trailing
around it slowly only to make my insides quake and beg for
him.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in
my ear. I nodded my head, pleading with my eyes.

"Tell me," he said.

"I fucking love it."

"Tell me what you want me to do to
you."

I gulped and sat up on the table.
The edge of it pressing into my butt, making indents. The slight
pain prickled, and I reveled in it. I had never told a man what I
wanted him to do, but there was a naughty inside girl that wanted,
needed to be free. A naughty girl who desired to be fucked and
wanted to be completely submissive to Mr. Felton, having him
fulfill my sexual desires.

"You know what I want," I said as
I slowly undid each button of his shirt and trailed my hands over
his abs. He closed his eyes with delight, but I wanted to stare
into them because I knew what he wanted.

He pounced on top of me and held
my hands tight above my head. I opened my legs wide, and he thrust
his hardness within his suit pants against me. My insides throbbed
with a want so powerful that I moaned.

"Is this what you want?" He thrust
harder on me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

"Yes. Yes," I panted and
begged.

My hips naturally moved in motion,
and I wanted nothing more than Mr. Felton to take me, to pound me,
to become the rightful owner of my virginity.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?
Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me,
sir
. I want you to take me right here on this fucking table.
I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to think of
me
every time you sit at this table to eat dinner. Or drink tea. Or
eat a fucking biscuit.
Now
."

He pushed onto me one last time
and then let his face hover over mine as he focused on my mouth. He
bit his bottom lip and all I wanted to do was suck on it. Warm
breath danced on my face, and I reached up to kiss his mouth, but
he pulled away and slid off of the table.

"I think you're ready. I'll inform
the bidders that you'll officially consummate the deal, and the bid
inquires will be placed for your virginity. Could happen as early
as next Friday. Also, pack your bags. You'll be taking a trip with
Luketon tomorrow and won't return for a few days."

After buttoning the perfectly
white shirt, he adjusted himself, and then left the room. I balled
my fists and swallowed the anger back.

All I wanted was Finnley Felton,
and all he wanted was customer satisfaction.

Looks like I was fucked either
way.

Fourteen

L
owering my dress, I picked
up everything from the floor and tried to rearrange it exactly how
it was before.

As I walked to the kitchen to grab
a towel, Lori entered through the front door, and saw the spilled
water across the wooden floor.

"What happened here,
clumsy?"

"That's exactly what it was.
Clumsy, clumsy, stupid ass me."

We laughed, and I cleaned up the
mess. I couldn't tell her, but I wanted to. Some details were left
better for me to deal with on my own. Together, we took the stairs
two at a time, and before I made it to my room, I asked Lori if she
wanted to help me pack because I would be going on vacation with
Luketon. I jabbed about how excited I was, loudly because I wanted
Mr. Felton to hear every fucking word I said.

As I closed the door, she gave me
one of those be-quiet looks, and I explained to her that I knew
already, that Mr. Felton told me when I got home.

"He did? Good. Do you know where
you're going yet?"

"Nope. No clue. But I will be
happy for a vacation."

She started pulling things from my
closet and dresser drawers, and we had pieces of clothing for each
type of weather packed. Bathing suits to sexy lingerie, even winter
socks and sweaters. I would be gone for two days, so having a
variety of things that all fit into a suitcase worked.

"What if he wants to have sex
tomorrow?" I asked her. Worried that I wouldn't do it
right.

"It doesn't work like that. When
the management team thinks you're ready to give your virginity,
they'll send out the inquiry letters to bidders. They must return a
sealed envelope, and the one with the highest bid wins
you."

"It will happen next Friday.
Felton told me today."

"So quickly? What's
changed?"

"Not sure. Maybe it's all the porn
magazines he found in my room?"

She knew I was joking. It was
something I joked about often. We laughed; she rolled her eyes, and
then went about her business.

After dinner, I sat by the heated
pool with my feet dangling in the steamy water. All the other girls
were gone, which seemed to be the norm lately. The water dragged
between my toes as I read a novel about witches and magic love
potions. I laid back on the rock surface and continued to read. I
only had a few more chapters left.

As I turned the next page, I saw
Mr. Felton standing above me.

"You shouldn't be out here while
it's this windy. You might get a cold."

"Why do you care?"

His eyes narrowed in on me.
"Because it's my job."

I closed the book and tried to
walk away. Mr. Felton grabbed my arm, the one without the book and
pulled me toward him.

"Why are you leaving so
quickly?"

"It's bedtime. I need to be rested
for my trip tomorrow."

"You're a horrible
liar."

"So are you."

He tugged on his bottom lip with
his teeth, and then let it fall back into place. A small gesture,
but one that said I had hit the nail on the head.

"I'm ready to get this over with.
That's all. I feel…"

"Go on. Finish."

"I have too much sexual tension
built up inside of me. You're driving me crazy. I want to
experience sex and get it over with. It's a fucking
burden."

He stared at me and didn't say a
word.

"I've said too much. Etiquette
training didn't work, did it?"

"Saying too much with clients and
being truthful with me are completely different."

I sighed and tried to walk
away.

"Come here." The demand in his
tone made me cower.

He moved my hair over my shoulders
and tucked the loose pieces behind my ears. The wind blew, causing
hair to become disheveled and out of place. He stared into my eyes
as if he were searching for the answer to a question. I stared
back. Little pieces of his greens mixed with browns creating the
perfect representation of autumn. I envied those eyes, that color,
the ones that seemed to stand out in the night.

"I'm sorry about your wife," I
said.

"Who told you?"

"The internet," I said making sure
not to tell on Lori. His face went dark, and then he composed
himself.

"Oh, yes. Must have gotten days'
worth of reads from that. What else did you learn?"

"Your birthday, past girlfriends,
your age, net worth, you know, everything all the rumor sites
possibly could post about the hottest fucking CEO under the age of
thirty, as one webpage put it. Did you know you have your own fan
page? I wanted to warn them about how much of an asshole you were,
and how half of those things weren't true but—"

Mr. Felton's lips were kissing my
collarbone, trailing up my neck, and nibbling on my
earlobe.

"Sometimes you should really learn
to shut the fuck up," he whispered.

I reached down and grabbed his
cock from the outside of his pants. He groaned. He was hard, ready
for me.

I placed my lips on the outside of
his ear, and my breath caught when his hands found their way up my
shirt, pinching my nipples.

"You should learn to take your own
advice," I mumbled.

And then his lips were on my
mouth, and we were lost in each other's taste. His lips, so soft,
nibbled on my bottom lip, and then his tongue wrestled with mine. I
should have been surprised, but a part of me wasn't. My body
instantly responded to his touches, sweet kisses on my neck, and
fingers through my hair.

"You're still an asshole," I
whispered into his mouth. His kisses deepened, and the amount of
want and longing in them took my breath away. We were taking steps
back until we both fell into the pool fully clothed.

I bust out laughing

He roughly undressed me, removed
my shirt and bra, pants and panties. We were in the water, and he
was taking off his shirt. Our bodies completely wet in the
warmness. He pushed me against the side and smiled.

My body wanted him. Needed him. He
put his arms on the edge of the pool, pinning me against the cement
wall. The water felt so good, and his mouth was roving over mine
again. My lips ached with intense kisses, and he continued to watch
my body respond, listen to me moan, and allow me to grab his
soaking wet hair in my fists.

"What are you doing to me?" he
asked.

I wanted it. I wanted him. I
couldn't answer.

His hands were on my breast, were
on my sex, were running through my hair, and I was unzipping his
wet pants, hoping that we would go further,
wanting
to go
further. Lust was ablaze, and it would burn the whole world down if
we let it.

"You're making me feel… fucking
amazing," I whispered.

He pulled his soaking wet pants up
and told me
no
with his eyes. But then guided his fingers
between me. I pushed into him, letting my hips guide me. Letting
the passion lead the way, he barely dipped his finger inside of me,
continuing to pleasure until the feeling of sweet release built. He
trailed himself up my body, over my breasts until his finger was in
my mouth. I sucked, and his eyes lit up with lust.

"I want to taste
you
," he
whispered.

"You're a greedy thing aren't
you?" I whispered.

He pushed his erection harder onto
me, and I was wrapping my legs around him and touching myself while
I floated in the water.

I closed my eyes and brought my
hands to his. The little bump between my legs felt swollen. I began
to move two fingers on top of it until my body fully responded and
begged me to give it more. The motions became more frequent, and I
removed my hand before I completely let myself go.

Oh. The feeling. I panted and
moaned as I arched my back.

"Moan louder. I want to hear
you."

"Oh. Oh, Finn," I screamed his
name.

And he was biting my neck and my
shoulders, and coating me with licks and kisses as I continued to
push myself closer to the edge.

"That's fucking sexy when you say
my name."

I closed my eyes as the build
started all over my body again, and my muscles became tenser than
before. The movements became faster, deeper, harder, the same as my
moans until I couldn't handle it anymore.