What Happened After Vegas? (Unexpected Love #2) (8 page)

Rachel
walked to the door and grabbed her bag.

"I
can take that," he said.

"I
know," she answered, as she walked by with a smile.

It
was pretty late by the time they arrived and got their luggage put
away.

"We
can go out, eat downstairs, order room service, or we can fix
something here. I asked them to have the kitchen stocked, but I have
no idea what's in there."

"I
would rather eat here if you don't mind," she said, as she
walked to him. "I've kind of missed you and don't really feel
like being around a bunch of people. Plus, you have a meeting in the
morning. I can make us something. Do you have to work tonight?"

"No,"
he said. "I did everything before I left and on the plane. I'll
be more than happy to stay in. I've missed you too. Seeing you
yesterday did nothing except make me miss you more."

Cliff
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Rachel couldn't be
happier. He had already shed his suit jacket and tie. The top button
on his shirt was open and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
He was so damn sexy. She loved the feel of his hard body against
hers. Cliff lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. His
lips were so warm and comforting. Rachel didn't want to admit she had
been nervous since Jake sent her that text. She felt so safe when she
was with Cliff. He nipped her lip and she moaned as they parted. His
tongue entered her mouth as he deepened their kiss. She ran her
fingers through his soft hair and held on. The kiss was sensual and
passionate, and she knew she wanted a snack before dinner. She wasn't
a bold person, but being with him did things to her. The thought of
pleasuring him made her happy and had her so turned on.

Her
hands traveled down his back until she hit the waist of his jeans.
When she brought them around, she undid his belt, unbuttoned, and
unzipped his pants. She pulled back from his kiss with a smile on her
lips and went to her knees. His eyes widened.

"Rachel,"
he warned.

She
looked up at him from below and slid his pants down with his boxers.
His already hard cock sprang free. She slowly moved her hands back up
his legs as she kept eye contact with him. When she wrapped her hand
around him, his eyes softened. She stroked his length before leaning
in and licking the glistening drop from the tip of his cock. Her
tongue swirled around him, as a moan shook through his body. She
wasn't a fan of blowjobs, but with Cliff, she wanted to taste all of
him. Rachel covered him with her mouth and slowly took him in deeper
until she felt him touch her throat. His hand went to her head, as he
wrapped her hair around it and began to guide her. She felt like she
was going to explode from having him in her mouth. With their eyes
still connected and his hand in her hair, she sucked him hard as she
took him deeper. His eyes closed and his head relaxed.

"That
feels so damn good. You have no idea how hot you look on your knees
with my cock deep in your throat. If you don't want me to fill your
sexy mouth, you better get up here."

Rachel
smiled and sucked hard as she took him out and back into her throat.
She could see the tension of the day leave his body. It made her feel
so good knowing she was doing that for him. Her hands went to the
back of his legs as she moved to take him even deeper. He let out a
growl when she took him deep. She continued to suck him, as he held
her head and pushed himself deep into her throat.

"Fuck,
baby," he moaned.

She
felt his legs stiffen and knew she wanted him to feel so much
pleasure. Pulling him out of her mouth, she licked him from the base
to the tip of his cock and teased the tip. Then she sucked hard and
plunged him back in deep. He let out a sound from deep in his chest,
as he filled her throat with his release. She continued to suck and
lick him until she had taken every drop. Cliff reached down, pulled
her to her feet, and wrapped his arms around her. He reached for her
shirt, but she pulled back from him.

"I
want to make you dinner first," she said. "You've worked
hard all day. I want you to relax."

He
leaned his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

"What
are you doing to me, Rachel?" he asked.

"I
could ask you the same thing," she answered, as she pulled out
of his arms and walked toward the kitchen.

Rachel
looked around the kitchen and found ingredients for spaghetti. He
walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, as he moved her
hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck.

"I
don't want you to cook. You should be relaxing too. If you're going
to cook, then I'm going to help you."

They
moved around the kitchen together with ease. It was as if they had
done it a million times. Their conversation flowed as they laughed
and cooked. He poured them each some wine while she put their filled
plates on the table. They finished planning their weekend as they
ate. When they were done, he grabbed the plates from the table and
took them to the sink.

"They
will do the dishes," he said. "Come with me."

"I'm
not leaving our dishes for someone else to do. You go relax. It won't
take but a few minutes."

Cliff
laughed as she began filling the sink with soap and water.

"My
housekeeper is going to love having you around at home," he
joked.

"Why?"
she asked. "Are you messy?"

He
grabbed the towel that was folded on the counter and smacked at her
ass.

"No,"
he said. "Well, maybe a little. I leave my dishes for her to
clean. She's the one that cooks."

"You
are a spoiled man," Rachel said. "Is that what you're
telling me? Is she there every day?"

"Yes,"
he said. "She lives there."

"Does
she have family?" Rachel asked.

"She
has her parents, a brother, and a sister. Her sister lives in another
state. She's worked for me for five years. I wouldn't trust someone
else to live in my home like that. I pay her well, and she's happy
with that. I don't work her to hard. I'm not a bad guy to work for."

Rachel
washed the dishes and he dried them.

"So
this is unusual for you then. You cooked and cleaned today. I bet it
doesn't feel like such a vacation after all," she said with a
smile.

Cliff
walked up from behind her, grabbed a bit of water, and flung it in
her direction.

"Oh,
you did not just do that," she yelped, as she cupped both of her
hands.

His
eyes widened, as she filled her hands and launched the water at him.
His mouth opened wide. She held her lips between her teeth so she
wouldn't laugh. He got a mischievous look on his face, and she knew
she was done. Rachel took off running for the bedroom. He was right
behind her. She couldn't get the door shut fast enough and was
laughing so hard when he grabbed her and pulled her to him. His hair
was wet with soapy water, and drips were running down his cheek. He
grabbed the back of her head and crashed his lips to hers.

"You're
lucky I don't spank your ass for that," he said.

When
her breathing finally slowed, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I
haven't had that much fun doing dishes since I was in high school,"
she said with a giggle. "I know."

He
looked at her waiting for her to finish.

"You
haven't done dishes since high school," she said, as she burst
into another round of laughter.

"Hey,"
he joked. "I did them in college too."

Cliff
walked over and started the water in the jacuzzi tub. He poured in
something that smelled amazing.

"I
want you naked by the time I come back with wine," he commanded.

Rachel
couldn't remember the last time she felt as good as she did with
Cliff. She quickly removed her clothes and got into the bath he had
drawn for them. The hot water felt so good on her skin, and it
smelled fruity and fresh. If he didn't return soon, she knew she was
going to fall asleep. When he walked in, she was leaning back with
her head against the tub. He set their filled wine glasses next to
the tub and took off his dress shirt, t-shirt, socks, pants, and
finally boxers. She watched closely as he walked toward the tub. His
chest and stomach were so muscular. His body was perfect.

"Lean
forward," he said.

She
moved up, and he got into the tub behind her. He leaned back against
the tub and pulled her back against his chest. His hand reached up
and moved the hair off of her neck before wrapping his arms around
her. She felt the cool air brush across her exposed nipples and felt
them harden. Cliff leaned in and planted soft kisses across her neck.
He had his legs on the outside of hers. He moved his hands to her
already pebbled nipples, as he continued kissing her neck.

"So
damn sexy," he said.

He
cupped her one breast in one hand and rolled her other nipple around
with the fingers of his other hand. Her back arched as her breasts
pushed against his hands. He pinched her nipple and pulled it with
his fingers. She moaned as her head went back against his shoulder.
His other hand moved down caressing her stomach. His fingers
continued moving downward until they came to her soft, warm folds. He
locked his legs around hers and pulled her legs apart so she was open
to him. His tongue licked and sucked her earlobe.

"Are
you wet for me?" he asked.

"Mmmm,"
was her response.

His
finger softly moved down and back up and rested on her clit. She
moved against him.

"You
thought you were so funny out there," he said.

A
small smile spread across her lips.

"Maybe
I should pay you back for all your funny comments," he said.

Her
brows arched above her closed eyes.

"Maybe
I should tease you all night long, baby," he whispered into her
ear.

Rachel
felt a chill run through her body as his sexy voice brushed against
her ear.

"Maybe
I should bring you right to the edge over and over again," he
whispered, as his fingers circled her clit and then stopped. "I
would have you panting and ready but never let you come. You'd be
begging for your release. Damn, you would look so good begging me to
allow you to come."

She
moaned as she moved her hips and pressed against his hand.

"Would
you beg, baby?" he asked, but she didn't respond. "I can
feel how wet and ready you are. Do you know what I've been waiting to
do to you?"

Rachel
remained silent with her head back against his shoulder. He gave her
breast a squeeze and pulled her nipple, as he took his fingers down
and back up to her clit. Her breast pressed forward into his touch
and her hips moved against his fingers. She let out another moan she
was sure he felt vibrate through her body. He leaned in and traced
her neck with his tongue.

"I
want to taste every inch of your body. I want to touch you. I want to
feel your perfect skin. I want to fuck you with my tongue while you
ride my face. I want to make you come in so many ways. You're going
to come with my fingers inside that sweet pussy. You're going to come
on my tongue. You're definitely going to come all over my cock over
and over. Are you ready for all that?"

"Mmmmm,"
was her response.

"Use
your words, Rachel," he whispered against her ear.

"Yes.
Ready. Yes," was all she could get to leave her lips.