“Hard Day’s Night”
I stumble into the kitchen, stuck in a state of being half asleep and half awake, when I’m greeted by a smiling Kate.
“Morning, babe. How was the football game?” she asks with a grin.
I walk groggily over to the coffeemaker and fill my super large travel mug up to the top. Thank the lord for twelve cup coffeemakers. “It was uneventful after our phone call. We yelled, we screamed, we cheered when the Bears’ won. We drove home, sat talking in his car outside for a good half hour or so, and he asked me out for Thursday night. He wants to take me to Navy Pier.”
“Yay! I’m liking this one, Mac,” she announces proudly, bouncing with excitement on the bar stool she’s sitting on.
“Settle, petal. It’s been two dates. He’s not proposing marriage or anything.”
“Oh my God, imagine if he is the one, Mac. The one to break your no strings slutdom.”
“Hey, enough of that!” I retort with a snicker.
“Well, have you gone there with Danny Boy yet?”
“No. Well, maybe in my mind, but nothing past first base yet.” Why can’t I wipe this girly grin off my face?
“You still keeping with my three date rule then?”
“Of course. Don’t want you thinking that I’d jump into bed with just anyone,” I say with a wink.
She holds her hand up and starts counting her fingers, “Noah, one. Sean, two, and Zander the lucky number three.”
“Shhh. It’s too early in the morning for you to be giving me hell about the state of my love life.” I shake my head and give her a playful scowl.
“Okay, so Thursday with the smoking hot volcano of fine? I can work with that. Maybe I’ll actually meet him this time,” she murmurs. I can see that her mind is in overdrive. I don’t even want to contemplate what she’s planning. I can only hope that it won’t be:
Horrifying.
Embarrassing as all hell.
She’ll be three sheets to the wind and her mouth will be flapping like a barn door in a tornado.
Note to self: Hide all the alcohol in the house from Kate before Thursday!
Since I’m working day shifts this week starting tomorrow, I spend the rest of the day doing menial tasks like laundry, cleaning, and catching up on all my missed TV shows. I’m halfway through a Vampire Diaries episode with Damon being dirty and all kinds of hot when I hear my phone vibrate on the coffee table. Seeing Sean’s name on the screen, I pick up straight away.
“Hey.”
“Hi, baby doll. How are you?” I smile at his pet name. He’s called me that since that first night in the club. “I’m good, Sir,” I say with a grin.
He chuckles, but it’s not one filled with amusement. It’s full of promises; a deep rumbling laugh that sends chills right through me every time. He can tell I’m being a smartass. “Sounds like you might need some discipline?”
“No, not at all. I’m having a day off from the world today. A mental health day, if you will.”
“Everyone needs days like that now and then. What are your plans for this evening?” he asks.
“I was going to have an early night, I went to the Bears’ game yesterday. I even went tailgating before the game,” I reply excitedly.
“Really? Who took my baby doll to a tailgating party?” he asks with interest. This is how Sean is. He’s always concerned for my welfare, always interested in my life, and I appreciate it more than he knows. It’s nice to have a friend who cares about you, not just about the horizontal mambo positions you can shift into—although those are fun too.
“A guy I met on the train last week. He’s just a friend, though,” I say quickly. Why did I feel the need to clarify that? There is no way that Daniel is just a friend. We may not have slept together yet, and everything has been PG so far, but boy, can that man kiss the socks off me. If I was a dog, I would have been dry humping his leg days ago.
“Mac, you know it’s not safe to ride the L at night. I’ve said time and time again that you need to taxi or call my car service. You know I don’t mind.”
“I know, Sean, but it’s okay. I’m always safe, I promise,” I say sullenly, feeling slightly scolded. Even when he’s not in the same room as me I submit to him, it’s a very heady power he has over me. Thankfully, Sean has never been one to take advantage. It has always been in the right situations and always in the bedroom. It’s never crossed over into everyday life. I think that is why it works well for us.
“So, I shall await your call then?” I detect a small amount of disappointment in his voice, not that he would ever admit it.
“Definitely, I’ll call you next week and see if you’re still in town? Maybe we can catch up for a drink?” I add, hoping he’ll say yes. I haven’t seen him in a month and have actually missed his company, as well as the hot ass sex he is oh so good at delivering.
“Sounds good. You be careful, or else I’ll spank you until you behave,” he warns. God damn, that man and his promises. Just the thought of his hand warming my begging ass has me blushing.
That first night we spent together was unreal.
With a firm grip of my hand, he led me past the red velvet rope and up the sleek black wooden stairs towards the VIP level of the club. His entire persona was addictive. He held himself with such confidence, so determined, so focused. I could tell that when he saw something or someone he wanted, he’d always get it. That night he wanted me, and I was nothing but an enamored moth to his fiery flame.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he led me towards a dimly lit hallway lined with low hanging red tinted lamps. Even the hallway had a sexual energy. There were three doors on each side, each door a different color, fading from black at the beginning to red hot red at the end.
When he reached the red door, he spun on his heels and pushed me against the door, taking my mouth with reckless abandon. I gasped at his ferocity, allowing his eager tongue the welcome access. He’d taunted me, his mouth claiming mine as his own. Easing back, he raked his teeth along my lower lip, sending a delicious shiver through my body.
“Tonight, baby doll, you’re mine. Do you understand that?” he rasped.
I nodded, unable to form words. I was that turned on by his sudden power over me. I relished the loss of control, the sudden desire to give myself up to this dark seductive man consuming me.
His piercing stare cemented me against the wall. It silently spoke of desire and power, yet I was not scared by him. The way his hand firmly gripped my hip while the other was caging me in made me feel safe.
He pulled out a gold key from his pocket, and wrapping his arm around my back, he eased the door open, guiding me backwards into the unknown abyss while his mouth found mine again. This time I was prepared, matching his tongue stroke for stroke. I lifted my hands up into his hair, grabbing the strands between my fingers, and gripping tight when I began to lose myself.
A growl rumbled in his chest as I pulled the strands, and before I knew it the door was slammed shut behind me, and my back was flat against it as Sean continued to explore every inch of me. Pulling his mouth away, he dragged his lips along my jaw, nipping my ear. “You’re so fucking hot, baby doll. I can’t wait to have your ass warm from my hand. To have you laid out before me, begging to be fucked.”
An electric shock jolted through my body, his crude words igniting me, driving me crazy. He trailed his tongue down my neck, nipping the skin where my neck and collarbone met. I sagged against him, giving myself over to him. He felt it happen, murmuring against my skin as he slipped his fingers between the slinky mesh fabric of my dress, sweeping it slowly down my shoulder and exposing my sensitized skin to him as it fell down. Moving over to the other side, he did the same, dragging the material down my arm with his teeth, then running the point of his tongue back up my arm to the strapless lace corset top I wore underneath.
“Hands on the door, don’t move,” he commanded as he moved both hands up to my breasts, swiping his thumbs across my straining erect nipples and eliciting a raspy moan from my mouth. “So fucking beautiful, baby doll.” He hooked his fingers inside the top, pulling my breasts up and exposing them. Before I could rationalize what was happening, his hot wet mouth was on me, drawing a sensitive peak into his mouth and raking his teeth gently against it. He released it with a popping sound before moving to the other side and paying it the same attention. By then my body was burning hot, and I was sure I was about to spontaneously combust then and there.
Arching my back into his hands and mouth, my mind was full of what lay ahead, the pleasure this man was promising to give me. One mind blowing night with no inhibitions, no stress, just giving myself to this sexy as fuck man who wanted to devour me.
He pulled his mouth off of me and moved back, staring at me while he took in my now half naked body before him. “We need to get these clothes off,” he spat out before grabbing my dress which was now gathered at my waist and tugging it down my legs. The outfit had not allowed for panties, so I was left standing there in just my corset and black stilettos. The way he looked me over scorched my skin and left me breathless. Hearing his sharp intake as the last inch of my body was shown just spurred me on. I pulled my hands up off the door, forgetting his command to leave them there, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, urging him closer to me. Moving in, his mouth found my neck while his hand trailed down the side of my body, caressing my hip before moving his fingers between my legs.
“Oh, baby doll, you’re so wet for me. Such a shame you disobeyed,” he said dangerously. “My hand is going to warm your ass until you’re begging me to be inside you.”
Not leaving me any time to absorb what he’d just promised to do to me, he grabbed my hand, leading me over to a black leather one-seater chair and sitting down, leaving me standing naked in front of him, between his open legs. I admired the large bulge straining against his dark gray pants, licking my lips at the sight. The ache between my legs intensified, and I remember thinking I would die if he wasn’t inside me soon. Clearing his throat, my eyes snapped back to his face. He flashed a knowing grin back at me. Shit! I’m in trouble.
“Now would be the time to change your mind, Mac. Otherwise, in less than thirty seconds I’m going to have your bare ass lying across my lap, and my hand stinging from the hard spanking I intend to give you,” he stated with a quirked brow, like he’s laying down the gauntlet for me.
I’m snapped out of my delicious flashback by a knock at the front door. I look at the clock on the wall and see that it’s 1 p.m. When I look through the peephole and see only a Superman symbol, I giggle, opening the door to find a beaming Daniel holding two brown bags in his hands, and the Superman key ring dangling off his fingers.
Leaning against the open door, I quirk a brow. “And for what do I owe this pleasure?”
“You mentioned that you weren’t working today and I had a quiet afternoon, so I thought what could be better than having lunch outside with a beautiful stranger,” he says with a wink.
I look down at my outfit; an oversized top with a picture of a fork and a spoon and the caption ‘Spooning leads to Forking’—not my finest moment—and leggings. Whereas Daniel looks like sex on legs with black slacks and an open neck white business shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his impressive forearms. I bet he could do push-ups above me while he….
“Ah, as you can see, I’m not dressed for public consumption.” A blush creeps up my cheeks. You’re not supposed to let a prospective bed mate see you in your comfy-at-home gear until after you’ve slept together.
“To be honest, Mac, seeing you like this? It’s sexy as fuck,” he says, his eyes darkening. “How about we just stay here for lunch? Then I can check you out in private. As long as you don’t mind me intruding,” he adds with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
It looks like fun and flirty Daniel is in the house today. I’ve liked all the different sides of Daniel I’ve seen so far, maybe a bit too much. It doesn’t stop me from taking a step forward and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Sounds good,” I say, stepping to the side and sweeping my arm out, directing him inside like a cop standing at an intersection. “Would you like a drink?” I ask, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge to see what we have. “There’s OJ, water, milk, and… oooh, there are two bottles of Miller left.”
He follows me and places the food on the breakfast bar. “Would be a shame to let a Miller go to waste.”
“A man after my own heart,” I say without engaging my stupidity filter.
I turn around, holding the two bottles in my hand, losing the ability to speak when I catch his expression. His eyes are soft and he’s giving me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. “You never know your luck in the big city, Mac,” he adds, copying my earlier comment. “But for now, enough with the flirting or else I’ll forget all about this food, lay you out on this counter and have you for lunch.”
Now I’m the one with the goofy look on my face as I try to ignore my inner Mac who’s screaming ‘Devour me, devour me!’
I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. Daniel chuckles, seeing right through me. Then he grabs a bar stool and starts pulling out our lunch, which looks more like a gourmet spread than a deli lunch.
Yet another mark in his favor. Damn, what am I going to do with this man?