Anything He wants

I leaned back against the display table, vexed.

I pictured myself meeting him at the door wearing my short black dress and tall black heels-spiky, sexy back-scratchers-while greeting him with a delighted smile and a kiss of apology for what I said to him.

Instead, I’m wearing a pair of raggedy denim shorts and a T-shirt from Keisha’s closet that says: Martini time, bitchezzz!

“For fuck’s sake, baby, put down your weapons.”

I looked at the cell phone I held in one hand, then at the vibrator, I was still clutching in the other. It’s happily humming away.

“Are you done trying to take out my eye? Can I hug you now, Nerissa?”

“Yes!” I turned off the vibrator and dropped both items on the table. Tubes of lube tipped over. When I tried to right them, Cornelius took me in his arms.

I breathed in his wonderful maleness. He smelled pure as an island rainforest…like rain-drenched wood and misty waterfalls.

My nipples pointed, mashed, and mingled about the bulked-up wall of his chest. I squirmed and rubbed against his pecs.

“What were you planning to do with that toy, honey?” he whispered against my lips. “Cock me to death?” I shook my head.

“And…was I interrupting something important?”

“Of course not!”

He chuckled and rained kisses on my cheek, and my forehead-and cradled me against him while stroking my skin. His lips, relaxed and not tight and annoyed like the last time I insulted him, were curled up in a sensual smile. I peered up at him, happy, but surprised.

“This isn’t a just-friends hello hug, is it, Mr. Jones?”

He bumped his Titanic erection into my stomach. “Does this feel platonic?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I guess this means you forgive my nastiness the last time we saw each other, then?”

“Are you wanting forgiveness?”

“I just want you.”

“Nerissa…” His hands squeezed my shoulders and he hauled in a shaky breath. “I’ve wanted you since the day you and Keisha graduated college, but I was ambitious, building my business and my fortune. You were so young…and I wasn’t going to make you a casualty of my dreams. But…” his eyes twinkled, “the day you went into business with Keisha, I knew I’d always have a reason to be around you.”

“I said something awful to you the last time we all went to lunch together, out of self-defense and immaturity. I just don’t want to get hurt.” “I could still hurt you, baby girl,” he gravely assured me.

I raised my chin. “I could hurt you, too, Cornelius,” I warned, letting him know-I have power, too.

“Yes. You could kill a man if you ever hit your mark.” He picked up the lamp and set it on the table, then looked closely at everything else I’d laid out. “What the hell…?”

“I wanted to see you. Alone.” My face warmed up as the words settled intimately in the air between us. It still didn’t clear up the confused frown on his face. “I have questions about all this…stuff.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “So, you two little tricksters got me here. Keisha said she needed someone to house-sit, but here you are. Not quite sure how I’m supposed to help you, Nerissa…?”

“You can’t,” I said glumly. “You screwed up my seduction. You weren’t supposed to show up until tomorrow. I had a sexy dress laid out. I was prepared to cook your favorite Chinese dishes-crispy lemon chicken and ginger pork pot stickers. I also spent the last three months buying out half of Vault’s catalog.”

I paused for a breath. “I want private lessons, Cornelius. I want your help breaking all this-” I waved a hand at the toys, the tubes of lube, the rainbow assortment of condoms, “in.”

Cornelius’ brows crept up into his forehead as I spoke. He shook his head.

My heart sank into my stomach. Had I just made a complete fool of myself?

“I can’t allow that.” He tilted my face back up so my gaze was forced to meet his eyes.

I gulped. “No private lessons?” No seduction? No love?

“I can’t let you cook.” Then he lowered his lips to mine. “We’ll order take-out…because your lesson begins now.”

I curled my arms around his neck. His lips swept over mine. He dappled them with kisses, licked across my lower lip, and kissed the corners of my mouth with tenderness and affection. The drift of his breath smelled like cinnamon and warmed the moisture left behind by his savoring tongue.

Excitement buzzed down my neck and my back. He kissed a spot under my earlobe.

“Yum.” He grazed the pulse under my skin with his soft mouth.

“Fuuuck…” I sighed, squirming beneath his roaming palms with hot pleasure.

His laugh, his breath stroking the inside of my ear, sent a jolt of exquisite feeling to that pink knot of flesh all a-quiver between my thighs. One hand swept up under my shirt, while his other hand splayed on my spine.

“Oooh, yes.” I bit my lip. He cupped my braless breast. I heard him hiss in a breath as he fondled its tip with his fingers, one hand embracing my back while he massaged my breast with his other hand.

Clenching the fabric of my shirt, I yanked it up over my head and shook out my hair as I dropped the shirt on the arm of an oversized couch.

Cornelius checked me out with those startling blue eyes. My nipples tingled with sweet anticipation as he held out his hand to me. “Damn, baby. Your body is slammin’!”

I laughed. He took my hand and twirled me around, only to pull me close and kiss me deeply. His lips moved down my neck. His hands stroked my cheeks, my neck. Then he cupped my naked breasts and pushed them together, sucking on my nipples and the dark, rosy halo surrounding them. One by one he laved those budding tips with his tongue, dampened them, and pulled them between his lips as his hands fed the warmth and roundness of my breasts into his mouth.

“Mmmm.” I reached behind me. My ass bumped the curve of the couch’s upholstered arm, a welcome relief to sink into as I could hardly hold myself up while his tongue swam around my breasts.