Untouched (4 page)

“Hi. Isn’t this better than some random stranger showing up at your door?” he asked assessing my appearance. 

Uh, hell no.

“I even picked up a bottle of wine,” he said.

“Oh…how kind of you.”

“I do what I can Miss Cason.”  Yeah, don’t you though?

“Why don’t you come in?” I asked.

“I suppose I should; being that you are a woman in need.”

I stepped to the side allowing him to enter and directed him to the kitchen; his scent leaving a trail that flooded my senses.  I gazed appreciatively over him as he walked toward the kitchen.  His sexy smell was still there. Why the hell did Raina allow this to happen? This was the one safe place I had counted on. Yet here he was…in my home. This was bad.

“In need?” I asked.

“Well, aren’t you?” he asked, staring playfully at me. I didn’t know how to respond. He must have sensed that I wasn’t going to reply because he laughed.  “In need of food, Miss Cason. What else could you possibly be in need of?”

Bastard. He and his damn word-plays and double meanings.  He did this every time an opportunity presented itself.  Two can play that game.

“You’re absolutely right Aiden.  I am in need of food, which seems to be something you’re pretty efficient at delivering.  Perhaps you missed your true calling.”

He chuckled at my comeback.  “Where are your plates?” he asked.

“You can actually have a seat,” I said, motioning toward the table.

“As can you.  I much prefer to be the one serving.”

“I’m sure.”  The words escaped my lips before I realized.  “I meant –”

“No need to explain, I’m pretty sure we both knew what you meant,” he murmured.

I directed him to the cabinet with the plates and the wine glasses. I watched him as he moved in my kitchen, opening the bags and removing the containers.

“Silverware?” he asked looking up.  I pointed to the drawer below the cabinets.

“Why don't you have a seat?  It's not as if you’re doing much beyond staring anyway,” he said.

I couldn't help but laugh.  I grabbed the bottle of wine and wine glasses and walked to the dining table and took a seat.  He was behind me within seconds placing a plate in front of me. 

“Why?” he asked as he sat.

“Why what?”  I asked.

“Why were you staring?”

“I wasn't.”  He smiled, knowing I was lying.

“Oh, my mistake. I was preparing myself for a compliment but apparently you don't toss those out too often,” he said.

“Just eat,” I replied.

“We need music.  I noticed the speakers; where is your control center?” he asked.

“On the wall near the bar.” He stood and walked to the bar and pulled out his iPhone.

“So you aren’t married but you never did say if there was a significant other in the picture.  Is there?” he asked, as he fidgeted with the controls.

“I never said I wasn’t married.” I said.

“You aren’t,” he said matter-of-factly. “Is there a boyfriend?”

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“So, no then,” he smirked as he docked his phone. “That would explain why you’re so uptight.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, startled by his directness.

“Just an observation; I apologize if I offended you.”

As if he gave a damn about offending me, he had been offending me since our first day working together. And stupidly enough, I’d let him.  I had never allowed anyone else to do it,
ever
. So what the fuck? Maybe it was because he was so fucking hot. No, it was because I couldn’t seem to maintain my footing with him. Everything I said, he somehow twisted it. Well, it was partially due to his hotness. He was just too much. That face, that body and the way he spoke…it was overload! Each time I looked at him all I could think of was sex. To add to the forbidden allure, his choice of songs was the topping on the cake. I was being seduced by the soft sounds of Ed Sheeran's
Kiss Me
.

“I don’t think I‘ve ever come across anyone as audacious as you in my life.” I said. “Especially considering the nature of our working relationship.”

“And there it is…the fact that you’re technically my boss and I the lowly intern.  I was wondering when you’d bring that up.  Miss Cason, those are just titles. They are of no significance to this conversation.”

He returned to the dinner table, opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us. Was he the guest here or was I?

“Do you always just assume control of things?” I asked.

“When I see the need, yes.”

“So you saw the need in this case?”

“When it comes to you, I see a need for much more than dinner plates and music,” he said. I averted his gaze and picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.

“Just what is it do you think I need?” I asked.

“I think we both know what you need.”  The boldness of his words sent a shiver through me.  Images of his cock stroking deeply inside me flashed through my mind.  I squeezed my thighs together so tightly that they hurt.

“Oh really? And what about you?  What do you need?” I asked, holding his gaze.

His eyes darkened and his voice lowered, “Why… are you volunteering?”  Virginia was pulsing so hard, I think she came a little.

He smiled, fully aware of the effect of his words.

I took a deep breath. “I didn't see the papers that Raina sent.” I said.

Smirking at my not-so-subtle redirect, he replied, “They’re in the messenger bag on the counter.”

“Thank you for bringing those over by the way.  I'm sure you know you didn't need to do that,” I said.

“It wasn't a selfless act, you know,” he said.

I looked at him questioningly.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, gauging my reaction.

“You refuse to stop, don't you?” I asked.

“I have no intention of stopping,” he replied.

“Well, you’re wasting your time,” I said.

“Am I?” He looked at me with so much arrogance that it practically oozed from his pores. “Eat before your food gets cold,” he said.

I reached for my wine and took a gulp. He explained some of the issues he saw with the mock-ups that Raina sent over; not that I heard very much of what he was really saying.  My attention was diverted by the seduction of his deep voice.  It was alluring and sensual like diamonds dipped in chocolate.  I looked at his lips as he spoke; they were that sexy pinkish color that made you want to suck on them.  And his sparkling emerald eyes, I could have stared into them forever. He was right; I was in need.  I needed to be fucked… rough and deep.  So rough that I could feel it for days.  He became quiet and looked at me as if awaiting a response.  What the hell?  Had he asked me something?

“I appreciate your feedback.  I’ll consider that when I review them,” I said, hoping my reply was consistent with his comments.

We finished the meal in silence.  After dinner, he cleared the table, thanked me for having dinner and he left.  There were no further innuendos, not even a hint of his cocky self-assuredness.  I wasn’t prepared for that.

I closed the door behind him, rushed to my bedroom and opened my favorite drawer frantically searching for my double bullet dildo.  Tonight I definitely needed the forceful vibrations of its dual bullets.  I tugged my pants and panties off and hopped into bed, moaning as I plunged the huge dildo inside my aching cunt.  I didn’t tease myself as I normally would to prolong my time with B. O. B.  Instead, I started ferociously pumping it inside me as thoughts of Aiden flashed behind my closed lids. The way he looked at me and the words “we both know what you need” spinning in my head.  Of fuck!  How could a piece of crystalessence material feel so fucking good?  I gyrated on the dildo with the vicious need to cum.  It didn’t take long before I felt the tightening of my core and a deep orgasm flowed through me; the spasms so hard that I cried out repeatedly.  I slowed the thrusts, but continued sliding the jelly material in and out of me as I relished the remaining pulses of my sex. For a faux fuck, that was the best one I’d ever experienced.

My senses slowly returned as I laid there partially sated.  I wondered what Aiden would think if he knew the effect he had on me.  I was sure he was well aware.  I had very little doubt that every scorching glance, every suggestive word, every indecent gesture was calculated to yield the result he wanted.  He was taunting me.  He dangled the salacious bait with every opportunity and like a starved animal; I bit, fully aware of the impending risks.  My breathing slowed and I went to the bathroom to wipe myself and was astounded at just how much wiping I had to do.

I walked to the kitchen to retrieve the messenger bag and a glass of wine.  After reviewing the material and notating some changes which I emailed to Raina, I started another bottle of wine.  I was restless and I didn’t want to think of Aiden or why he left so abruptly but that was precisely where my thoughts wandered.  Did it sink in when I told him that he was wasting his time?  Was that the reason? I should have been relieved that he left the way he did, but I wasn’t.

I wandered back to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher.  I later watched a couple of episodes of The Mindy Project between texting April about our upcoming vacation plans. I finally decided to call it a night and climbed into bed.  My head was spinning from all of the wine.  The last vision before I dozed off was of Aiden's face, his emerald gaze penetrating mine.

I awoke the next morning with a horrible headache and an upset stomach. I didn’t think that I’d consumed enough to suffer a hangover.  I rushed for the toilet to divest my stomach of the unwanted contents.  I sank to the floor near the bathtub.  I sat there for a moment contemplating my present state.  Well, I wasn’t going to work today; I felt like crap.  I coaxed myself from the floor and grabbed my phone to email Raina; informing her of my intent to work from home.  I felt another urge to throw-up so I hurried back to the bathroom.

Missing work because I was having difficulty controlling my libido.  That was so not me!  I’d always prided myself on being the consummate professional; never mixing business and pleasure.  I’d upheld my policy to avoid socializing with co-workers outside of work functions.  I was often asked to lunch or to a girls-night-out to which I consistently and politely declined.  It had gotten to the point that no one bothered to ask me anymore because they knew the answer was no. That’s who I was, the loner- the person who kept business things business, personal things personal.  Yet, here I was on the floor of my bathroom hung-over and ashamed that in a mere two weeks I’d started to wreck the image that I had worked years to build.

I’d completed my education at Boston State University and started working directly after graduation at Raine Publishing House as a Publicity Assistant.  A few years and a few promotions later, I was the President of Communications.  I loved my job and I loved to work. Although considered successful in the publishing industry, I always strived for more and therefore had a tendency to place work before everything else but you wouldn’t know that if the last two weeks were any indication of that.  April constantly berated me for not having a personal life. My reasons for not having one were valid enough that I didn’t pay attention to her rants. I will admit that my life was a bit dysfunctional but whose wasn’t? It was structured just the way that fit for
me
. 

The need to maintain control in my life was as necessary as breathing for me. I didn’t want to rely on anyone for anything because the disappointment that could accompany that reliance could be disastrous, which is why I’d decided long ago that no one would be in charge of my happiness, love, money or even my orgasms.  I was actually quite happy, I had the love of a best friend who was more like a sister and I had a high-level position with a very generous salary.  I didn’t want for anything except maybe a stiff dick every now and then. But that tended to come with complications with which I preferred to not entangle myself. It was very rare that I came across the right caliber of man and even then, I kept him at arm’s length which meant that most of my pleasure was self-induced. It was my preference and for the most part, it got the job done. I had a plethora of “toys”, books and naughty video links that contributed to the maintenance of my sanity. I had actually learned quite a few tricks from a book that I had read a few months ago…gotta love Fifty. Fifty Shades of Grey opened my mind to several things, some of which I had not had the opportunity to experience but I was certainly open to them!

Perhaps one day I would finally admit that I should be in counseling and commit to a path of normalcy.  For now, I’d known enough to conclude that the type of personal life that April wished for me could be a catalyst to destruction from which people don’t always recover. I hadn’t lived it firsthand but I was the direct result of one such calamity.  My mother had a “personal” life once which fucking annihilated the lively person I had once known and loved.

Not that I didn’t still love my mother but after Dad left, something inside her wilted and died. She no longer resembled the spirited and loving mother I admired. She tried and failed miserably to maintain a sense of stability in the lives of her children; it was horribly painful to watch. In the end, I left Dayton, Ohio as soon as I had the chance and never looked back.