Ever since he kissed Amber, Gage had felt like a Yo-Yo. Nothing at work seemed to come out quite right, the way he liked. And he felt like a complete asshole for tormenting Amber the way he had. He wasn't usually like that. He treated women with respect and dignity. But somehow, with her, she pushed his buttons like no other woman ever had. He was tormented. His body wanted her like no tomorrow, his hands wanted to roam all over body and retrace spots on her that he thought he remembered would drive her wild.
But his brain knew she was trouble.
He had convinced himself a long time ago that going to a sex club was a big mistake - something a respectable man just didn't do. He had talked himself into and believed, that no good could ever come from doing something as outlandish as he had done. Nothing good. And if five feet and some odd inches of pure blond beauty with the brightest blue eyes and tightest, smallest ass he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at wasn't proof enough of his mistake, he wasn't sure what was.
He felt bad about being such a jerk to her. He really did. She was right in the sense that he shouldn't take out his life regrets on her. What kind of man did that to a woman? It wasn't her fault that she was part of his regret - she had gone to that place too, just like him, looking for something different. He didn't know what her ordeal was when she signed up for that particular rendezvous but for him, he had gone to explore his sexuality. He wanted to give pleasure to two women who needed his touch, craved him. At the time, he was looking for a place he felt wanted, needed. A place, where at the age of thirty-five, he could be as sexually aggressive and open as he wanted without the confinements of a relationship.
He had plenty of experience with relationships before that and with one in particular - his ex-wife; he had enough relationship-type sex to last a lifetime. So what else was a single guy to do after an entire eighteen months without sex? He was ready and he needed companionship - even if it was artificial, so to speak.
After his ex-wife took off and he began to come around again, he naturally became lonesome. When you were married for five years and constantly with someone, the sudden emptiness was almost too much. He did what any man would do and dealt with it but eventually he wanted to touch a woman again, feel that soft womanly skin underneath his. To know that he still had it in him to make a woman feel good despite what his ex had thought. He needed more than the jacking-off bit. As luck would have it, one day when he was at lunch he saw a flyer, no bigger than a postcard, offering confidential services to those wanting to express their sexual desires and needs. He thought it was a little crazy at the time but had memorized the website anyway.
Then, after another night of giving himself release he decided he needed a change and checked out the website. A few hours later, he was signed up and waited for further instructions. Once those were sent to him, he had to go through a bunch of testing, some interviews and pay crazy money and then they finally found him a match. Well, in his case, two matches.
Hence, Amber. Amber Prescott. The stunning woman he wanted but didn't want to want. There. He admitted it. The one vulnerable time in his life, she had given him everything he had wanted and more than he needed. That one night, she gave him more than she would ever know. She opened up her heart and her body to him, and look at him now, this was how he repaid her. His mother would be appalled. Quite frankly, he was appalled.
Deep inside, he didn't want to want her because he wanted her too much. The next day after their rendezvous, he had a huge spot in his heart for that stranger and wanted more than just that one time. But he knew that would never be able to happen. So he manned up and got over her.
Shocked wouldn't begin to describe what he felt when he recognized her at the Agave Restaurant. He spotted her first; she was getting out of her chair and her blond hair swung around her shoulders in a ponytail and it was something about the way she did that and tilted her head that had caught his attention. When she began walking toward him, he had that recognition where he thought that might be her, but then considered the absurdity of that happening. Until she came to a complete stop in the middle of the room and her sweet pink lips formed the O, as she caught sight of him - he knew it was HER, from the Silver Slippers Saloon.
"Is this what you were looking for?" He traced circles around her belly button ring as she sat on top of him.
"Yes. How about you? Everything you desired?"
"Everything and more." He didn’t look at her, just continued to trace circles around her belly button, every now and then touching her belly ring.
"I was so nervous starting this, but you calmed my nerves. Watching how confident and in control you have been, really helped me calm down."
His hands moved up her flat stomach cupping her breasts. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. He continued his assault, rubbing her tiny pink buds with the pads of his thumbs. She began grinding herself on top of him. Her nakedness making his cock twitch.
"You make me feel so good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He wasn’t stopping at this point, "Trust me, I'm not going to stop. I want to be inside of you again. Lift your hips."
She did as he asked and lifted them just enough to slide down onto his erection. He could feel himself deep inside her, far inside. She began torturing him slowly, rocking her hips back and forth. He watched her cup her own breasts as his hand found her hips. He helped her rock herself back and forth, making her ride him faster. Her torso came down onto his chest, reveling in the feel of her nipples brushing against his chest. Torturing him, she would lift her bottom and then slide back down his shaft. She repeated her rise and fall on his shaft, pushing faster, harder.
"If you don't stop doing that, you are going to make me come. Real fast."
"That’s what I want. I'm not stopping."
"No, slow down, I want you to get off first."
"No."
That was her only response as she continued her sweet assault against his dick. He came quickly and then flipped her on to her back.
"Now it's my turn to drive you crazy."
His best bet was to avoid her. That's what he intended to do. He knew she submitted her loan application to Lisa already and would be coming in to the credit union at some point. If he didn't avoid her, he would no doubt end up being an ass to her like he already had been. He really didn't want to cause her any more unnecessary grief. Yup. Avoid her like the plague. Save him and her from any more dirty encounters. Oh but how he liked those dirty encounters. He didn't like hurting her, but he enjoyed seeing the lust rise in her bright blue eyes. She was very easy to read. With the lust in her eyes and the heaving in her chest, he couldn't help but imagine what would await him between her thighs.
She wore her emotions on her sleeve. He had taken advantage of them that day in his office. Boy did she bring the worst out of him. Not really, he admitted. Really, she brought the best out of him; he transformed it into the worst because he didn't want those types of feelings for her. He didn’t want things going sour like they had with his ex-wife. He didn’t want to let her down like he had his wife.
This is what Amber did to him. She turned the confident businessman who knew what he was doing into a man who was indecisive. The bottom line was he owed her an apology. He was a grown man, he needed to swallow his pride and apologize for being a dick. No woman, especially her, deserved to be treated that way. Gage released a deep breath. Now, he just needed to work up the nerve to do it.