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Authors: Melissa Blue

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Weekend Lover (5 page)

None of that mattered as he stood there
tempting her. He wore a crisp dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves
and dark gray slacks. The price of his shoes could pay someone's
monthly salary. He had charm and could fast talk her under the
table. Or charm and fast talk a woman's panties off, which he’d
done with a cheesy-ass line. There was more to Sebastian than his
surface-level personality.

She wanted to know what lie beneath the
veneer of the man and be the woman he chose to tell those secrets
to. Not a mistake, but a problem. Her heart wanted things they
hadn't agreed to. Things she'd long since sworn off. Her body
wanted to relive the touch of his mouth, hands and tongue. Two
nights, or mornings, and she was conditioned to go hot and wet at
the sound of his voice, at the sight of him. Her mind might be
saying to let it go, let the experience with him become a memory,
but her body knew what happened next.

She blew out a breath and then smiled at him,
the picture perfect image of unperturbed and not needy and wanting.
“I thought you'd be off on a plane by now.”


Red eye flight,” he said
and came to stand at her table.

Nicole shouldn't have motioned for him to sit
down, but what could she do? Send him away when she wanted him
there, right there in her breathing space? This was bad and the
longer they prolonged the goodbye between them it would only get
worse.


You?”


A cab picks me up at nine
tonight,” she said.

They were doing it again, laying out the
boundaries between them. He watched her as he filed the information
away with a slight lift of his head, a gleam in his eye and
calculating the things they could say or do between now and
then.

If this wasn't what it was,
she'd have the
cojones
to ask him out for drinks. To see where things could go,
because she liked him. He made her laugh and come in equal
intensity. They'd shared secrets, because they hadn't thought
Sunday would come and they'd still want to sit across from each
other. It was stupid and a mistake and...


I still have the room,” he
said.

Nicole wanted to believe she
was conditioned to say yes to the implied question. But what
she
wanted
was to
go up to the room and have him one last time, and then she'd be
gone like a ghost.

Her lips pulled into a smile, probably as
wicked as his kisses, and said, “Lucky for you, that's where I want
to be.”

*****

They were naked before his ass hit the flat
surface of a linen-covered love seat by the window. Nicole couldn't
say what Chicago looked like in the mid-day sun or how breathtaking
the skyline was when the skyscrapers were lit. She could tell
someone what Sebastian looked like with the mid-day sun slanting
against his chiseled jaw line. How his blue eyes seemed dark as the
night in the twilight hours as he focused on making her speak
nothing but gibberish. The muscles in his tall frame had a purpose
and she knew very well it was to bring her pleasure.

She straddled his thick thighs. He felt right
between her legs, close to her skin, warm and hard. Nicole sighed
but bit her lip to keep in the words that would sound too much like
she'd miss these moments where she shed the workaholic. A moment
where she wasn't thinking about her clients' needs but her own. And
Sebastian being the man catering to each and every one. Instead, as
she'd been doing for the past few days, she mussed his hair more
than it already was. Honestly he didn't need help looking rakish,
but she liked the feel of the silky ebony strands between her
fingers. He groaned softly, sinking his fingers into her waist.


So tell me what do you want
today?”

She nipped at his bottom lip in answer. The
nip turned into a suck, and then they were kissing with such
urgency it made her heart ache. It felt like the goodbye neither of
them wanted to speak, and the silent conversation held such emotion
neither of them should have had for each other.

Ridiculous, but it didn't stop her from
deepening the kiss until it felt like sex with their mouths. Deep
and hard and just the right amount of stroking that left them both
breathless. His hands rose from her waist to her breasts. He broke
the kiss and cupped the full globes, massaging them, but kept his
gaze locked on hers.


You like to watch when you
get me off,” she said.


You bet I do. You get this
pretty little flush, a haze falls over your eyes, and it's the
sexiest thing to me. When I get it just right you throw your head
back and moan.” He ran his thumb over her taut nipples and she
moaned.

She started to tilt her head but stopped and
laughed. “You're a sadist.” She fisted her hands in his hair. “Kiss
them and I'll moan for you again.”

Sebastian tongued her left nipple until he
was satisfied with its treatment and then did the same to the
right. By now, he knew exactly how to touch her. His hands—she
could write odes to them—languidly trailed down to her clit. He
buried his thumb along her soaking wet entrance. Nicole didn't have
to ask for what she needed. She took it and he let her use him for
her pleasure.

She rocked her hips against his hand. He
grunted in assent. The sound teased out the reaction he loved to
watch, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling her bare skin
as her head fell back. She pressed his face closer to her breast
and rocked faster, riding his finger like she would ride him after
this interlude. His groan deepened when she clenched around his
thumb.


Wait,” he ordered and moved
his hand.

He scrounged around for the pants sprawled
across the small coffee table beside the chair. She resented the
interruption but so far he'd yet to leave her disappointed for
long. He sheathed himself and within the next breath he plunged
into her aching, wet sex. Ah, none of the worries she had earlier
mattered anymore. Sebastian was right where he should be, inside
her, deep and filling her to the core. He wasn't looking at her
with hesitation, as though he should censor his words. He wasn’t
even a stranger who knew too much about the woman beneath the
business clothes.

No. He was her lover.

She sighed and whispered his name into the
mussed strands of his hair. He rose up, surging forward into her
and again, slowly. He wasn't racing to some finish line or to win
some competition. This felt like prolonging what should have ended
Friday night and she took it. All of it.

She found his rhythm and met his quickened
thrust, tightening around his slick and hard cock. The climax stole
through her, and Nicole knew that it wouldn't be the end. He'd wait
until she was fully sated, limp against the crook of his neck.
There was nothing to fight hard against, so she let each orgasm
roll over her and continued to meet his slow thrusts. His fingers
tightened at the nape of her neck, but he tipped her head down and
met her lips. Her moan shuddered out, and he captured the sound
with his tongue.

This experience was too slow and too soft for
what was coming next. It wasn't another late night rendezvous. It
wasn't meeting unexpectedly at the elevator doors or sneaking up to
this room. They were catching planes to go to different cities only
knowing each other’s first name. It was an experience she couldn't
tell someone else and they'd believe how the story unfolded.

She couldn't stop and change the rules they'd
set out the moment he grinned at her in the bar. Nicole hated this,
but did the only thing she could, and deepened the kiss.

*****

Sebastian had long since crossed a personal
boundary. What was one more? So, he kept right on kissing Nicole
like it was the last time he'd get to taste her. It likely would
be. They had set up boundaries that neither could cross without
losing something in the end. This weekend had been perfect. There
was bound to be a minefield he hadn't foreseen if they tried to
prolong it. She couldn't be this woman who made him forget the
bitterness of the past, a woman who made him consider the things
he'd long since given up.

Yet, he could believe it possible while
buried so deeply inside her, swallowing her moans as she rocked
against his sex. And this slow slide into oblivion and insanity was
enough to make him come. The next time she quickened, he'd be done
and so would this...whatever it was.


Don't move,” he heard
himself say.

God, it was embarrassing, but he had to get
his fill of her now, because there was no rewind button and no
moving forward. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, like
a simpering idiot who would miss a woman he met only a few days
ago. He kissed her like an unhinged man who'd miss a woman who
needed to relax and did whenever he touched her. He kissed her like
it was goodbye.

Her pussy tightened around him and that was
all it took to drag them both over the edge. He rose up into her,
once, twice and they both shuddered with the force of their climax.
His soft groan tangled with her breathless moan. Sebastian sighed
and rested his head against hers. He didn't want to open his eyes
to see the truth of their situation reflected back in her amber
irises.

But he wasn't a soft man. She wasn't the
woman who changed anything within him. She was his weekend lover.
So, Sebastian opened his eyes and saw the truth in her gaze.


I've got to go,” she
murmured.

Hours hadn't passed and her flight was eons
away, but she still spoke the truth. It was better this way. “I'll
let you get the shower first.”

Her lips curved in one corner. “Always the
gentleman.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I'm all class.”

She hesitated, but placed a light kiss on his
lips. She lingered longer than what was allowed for in their
situation, but he let her because it's what he secretly wanted.

Much too soon, she broke the kiss and rose
from his lap. He listened to the shower run and sat on the love
seat, soaked in his sweat and regret that this weekend couldn't be
more.

Just sit. Leave it alone. Let the weekend end
like this. Maybe kiss her at the door and wish her a good flight
and that would be that.

Yeah... No. Fucking .Way. He smiled a conman
smile and rose from the chair and headed to the bathroom. Sebastian
opened the door and steam from the shower rolled out. It wouldn't
change a thing to watch her lather soap over the skin he'd gotten
to know so very well. Not a thing would be different if he
surprised her and watched the warring emotions cloud her gaze.

Just this one last time with her and then
he'd let her go. She'd be out of his system. He pulled open the
shower door. She turned to him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
Her gaze roved down, and then up, as she considered him.


Sebastian,” she spoke
softly.


Yes, Nicole.”


There's this spot, on my
back, I can never get.”

The tightness in his chest loosened. “I bet
there is.” Oh, he fucking loved it.

He stepped into the shower, closing the door
behind him. She handed over the soap. Sebastian let out a long
sigh. All he had was her first name. Sooner or later, he'd learn to
live with the ache she'd leave behind. Until then, she was his
lover and he was hers.

Bio

 

Melissa Blue’s writing career started
on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have
been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not
2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing
away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in
love.

 

Where to find me online or places to
sign up for my newsletter to get the latest news:

http://melthegreatest.blogspot.com

http://melissablue.weebly.com

 

 

Other Titles by Melissa
Blue

 

The Sixteen Year Itch, Down
With Cupid

Shorts

There is nothing worse to Morgan than
Valentine’s Day. Well, drooling over her long time best friend,
Alan, comes a close second, but this Valentine’s things are going
to be different. And maybe she just might get her sixteen year itch
scratched.

 

Talk Nerdy to Me, Down With
Cupid Shorts

Dumped, on Valentine's Day no less,
Samantha doesn't see how this day can get any better. Until she
runs into Evan the IT Geek at the local pub. And suddenly there
seems to be more to him than a pocket protector.

 

Down With Cupid, Down With
Cupid Shorts

A weekend of forbidden pleasure for Nicole
Harrison ended the moment she tip-toed out the hotel. But two
months later, Sebastian’s charming smiles and wicked kisses still
haunts her. They didn’t share details—no last names or what they
did for a living. For just a few days, and only at night, she'd
abandoned her driven lifestyle as a publicist and took what she
wanted, experiencing freedom and the wild abandon of their reckless
agreement.

Unfortunately, one
detail was tantamount—Sebastian Clark is a publicist and now he’s
gunning for her job.

Sebastian is far
from some simpering, mooning idiot, and, yet, he can’t stop
dreaming about Nicole’s silky thighs and ripe lips, how she'd
shuddered under his touch. He doesn’t need a woman who is more of a
shark than he when it comes to PR, except he’s seen every, single
soft inch of her. Now they’ll have to work side by side and somehow
ignore what feels like unfinished business.

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