“Talk to me, Tara. Tell me what you feel.”
I learned fairly quickly that CJ likes it when I’m vocal. He likes me to tell him what feels good and what doesn’t. He likes to know all my little ins and outs.
“That feels good.” I force myself to speak, as he circles his hips. “Just like that.” His pelvis grazes across my clit again and again, and I nearly see stars. “I’m going to come.” My voice rises, and my breathing speeds up. “Oh shit . . . I’m so close.” He does it once more, and I explode from the inside out. Screaming and crying, my orgasm rocks me to the very core. Every square inch of my body tingles and prickles and throbs until it gives out.
“Holy shit, Tara.” CJ’s quivering voice pulls me back. His hand is clutching my throat, and he’s kissing me languidly.
Holy shit is right.
I slowly open my eyes—it’s the only part of my body I’m able to move—and drowsily kiss him back, pinned under his full weight completely content.
“Tell me you’re all mine.” His brown eyes flash with possessiveness.
My chest feels heavy as I hesitate.
“Tara?” CJ whispers, nuzzling my neck.
“I’m all yours. Today and tomorrow, I’m all yours.” I hug him, suppressing the pang of guilt in my chest. I know what this weekend means. It’s purely physical, just like the few days in Hawaii were. We lead two very different lives on opposite sides of the country. He has a career; I’m just finishing grad school. There’s no real future for us. We may have magnificent chemistry, but it doesn’t mean what CJ and I share is going to be long term. He doesn’t need to know all my secrets, only the ones I choose to share with him. Monday he’ll be gone, and life will go back to normal.
“Tell me a secret.” He kisses me softly, and I smile coyly.
“I’m still hungry.”
I THROW MY WEEKEND BAGover my shoulder. CJ wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to steal me away. He didn’t want to let me out of his sight, but I insisted that if he was abducting me for the next thirty-six hours, I at least needed some clean underwear and a change of clothes. His response?You can just walk around naked. As appealing as that sounds, he also informed me he wanted to take me out. Like on a real date. In a restaurant. We never did that in Hawaii. A real date. Sure, we shared meals—in bed—but we were keeping our little affair hush-hush, so public displays of affection were a no go. And a nice fancy dinner that consisted of just the two of us was definitely out of the question. Kayne saw us kissing after the wedding and made no qualms about telling CJ what he thought about it. I heard the whole conversation since I was hiding in his bathroom during the verbal smackdown. Right then and there, we both agreed it would be in our best interest to keep our relationship to ourselves. Kayne wasn’t the only obstacle. Once my father got wind we were spending time together, I received a verbal smackdown of my own.He’s too old . . . he’s Kayne’s business partner . . . if things go south, it could make problems all the way around . . .
I get it.
CJ and I are not ideal. But we are both adults and we are both undeniably attracted to each other. I love my father and I adore Kayne, but please, butt the fuck out.
I’ll get off my soapbox now.
I unplug my phone from the charger and send a quick text to my mom. Someone needs to know where I am. She knew all about CJ and me. She was really the only supportive one besides Ellie. Yes, she agreed the age difference was a bit of a problem, but she saw past that, just as I did. CJ has a big heart and is a good person. Isn’t that what really matters?
I hail a cab outside my building and direct it to CJ’s hotel. Since I am still in school, I rent a tiny ass apartment in the city. Like, it’s literally a closet with a bathroom, but it’s all mine and that is rare when you are a broke college student trying to make ends meet in New York. Student loans—that I will be paying off into my next lifetime—and my tips at Jo Jo’s barely cover all my expenses, but I manage to get by. My parents try to throw me a bone every now and again, but I hate taking money from them. They barely scrape by themselves. I learned quickly that I needed to be creative when running low on extra cash.
I use the swipe key CJ gave me to enter his suite. This place really is amazing. It isn’t huge, but it’s definitely a comfortable size. It has a bedroom, a living room, and an office area. But the most spectacular part is the location. Right in the heart of midtown where high rises and apartment buildings are a breath away. Below the panoramic window is a bird’s-eye view of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Standing here, it makes you feel so unbelievably small but in such a marvelous way.
“CJ?” I drop my bag in the living room and remove my thigh-high boots. CJ said he liked them, so I put together several outfits to match them.
I walk into the bedroom and hear the shower going. I stroll into the bathroom casually.
“CJ?”
“In here!” I spy him soaping up his hair through the foggy glass. Mmm . . . If I didn’t already have my hair and makeup done, I’d join him.
“I’ll be in the living room. I just wanted to let you know I’m back.” I raise my voice so he can hear me over the spray.
“Hey, wait a sec! Come here.”
He rubs the soap out of his hair as I walk over to the shower. The bathroom is all black and white marble with silver accents, and wonderfully large. I have been eyeing the claw-foot soaking tub since this morning. We definitely need to spend some time in there before the weekend is up.
I stand next to the shower door. “What’s up? You need atowel?” I cross my arms and appreciate his chiseled silhouette through the tempered glass.
“Not exactly.” He opens the door and snatches my wrist. “I need you,” he says pulling me inside.
I don’t even have time to react as he drags me under the water. “CJ!” I squeal as he draws me into his arms and soaks me from head to toe. The hair and makeup I spent an hour perfecting ruined.
“You’re not funny!” I scold him as he kisses me.
