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“Hi.” She smiled back shyly. “I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. I’m glad I did though.”
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, pouring myself another scotch, ignoring the buzzing in my head that was telling me I’d probably drunk enough today. She nodded.
I grabbed another glass, dropped two ice cubes in it, and half-filled it up with scotch. “Here you go,” I said, sliding up across the bench to her. As she took it from my grip, I let my fingers move over hers, making her smile.
“This is a nice place,” she commented, moving over to the window that overlooked the city.
“It’s open, if you want to go out there.” I grabbed my glass and followed her. We stood on the balcony and took in the lights. Dusk was just settling in, making for a beautiful backdrop against the city buildings.
“It’s stunning out here,” she breathed. She balanced her drink on the edge of the balcony, her palms downward on the foot-wide stone wall as she breathed in the cool, fresh air. I placed my hand on her back. She jumped slightly, giving me a small smile. I chuckled to myself. God, she was nervous.
“It certainly is stunning,” I said standing behind her, pressing myself up against her. Her black skirt finished just above her knee, but the long slit on her left side made it seem much shorter. I worked my hand around her waist and up under her shirt. She breathed in sharply as my fingers touched her skin. I tilted her head and began to kiss her neck. Each time my mouth met her soft skin, she moaned softly. Gently, I turned her around so her back was against the balcony and she was facing me. With one finger I traced her hairline around her face and over her ear until my hand gripped the back of her neck, under the loose strands of her restrained hair.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said.
Leaning forward, my lips connected with hers in a soft kiss. Pulling away, I reached up to her messy bun and released her fiery red hair. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered, my fingers working quickly to separate the buttons running down her shirt. I slipped the soft silk off her shoulders and unclasped her bra, letting that fall away too.
If she was bothered being on display to half of London, she didn’t show it. She was so caught up in me and what I could do for her that nothing else mattered. Her nipples hardened as the cool breeze rushed past them. Her breasts were nice and round, full but not too big, the perfect size for my hands. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up so she was sitting on wall of the balcony. Her grip on me tightened.
“It’s okay,” I whispered softly as I licked her ear. “I’d never let you fall.” She seemed to trust me, as my tongue trailed down to her breasts. I circled her nipple with the tip. She cried out as I began to suck, first gently, and then with more force, more intensity, and more desire.
My hand roamed up her thigh, slowly moving between her legs. Her barely there panties were so wet, which told me just how ready she was for me. I worked my finger along her entrance, teasing her, making her want me. With one hand clutching her waist, my other hand worked quickly to free my hard cock. I slipped on a condom and slowly looped my thumbs around the edge of her panties. She moaned softly as I began to slide them down, until they fell away. She stepped out of them. I lifted her leg, hooking it around me.
The balcony wall was the perfect level for me to slide myself into her. She gasped, crying out as her back arched at my unexpected force. With both hands locked around her waist, I pounded into her, loving the power I had right then. If I let go, she’d fall the seven stories below onto the ground. The amount of trust she had in me right now was a huge turn-on.
Her hands gripped the wall so harshly her knuckles were turning white. She was now nearly vertical, leaning over into thin air. As I thrust my load into her, my thoughts alternated between Belle and how tight and wet her cunt had been for me, and how insanely furious thinking about her made me.
“Oh god, Jack,” she cried, panicked as her grip on the edge of the railing began to loosen. I blocked out her voice and closed my eyes. She had nothing to worry about, I had hold of her and I wasn’t about to let go. I was so close to coming, so fucking close. All I needed was one more second with the image of Belle in my mind. “Please, Jack, I can’t… Let me up.”
The alarm in her voice had heightened. With one last thrust I exploded inside of her. Sighing, I lifted her up off the wall. She had tears in her eyes and it hit me that she had really been scared. What’s more, her fear had turned me on. What kind of kind of freak was I?
Shoving past her, I went back inside and sat down on the couch. With my elbows on my knees, I rested my face in my hands. There was so much anger inside my head right now that it scared me. I could have seriously hurt her. No matter how I’ve treated women in the past, it was always in good fun. Usually mine. Little Red stormed up to me, her face red with anger. She wiped her tear-stained cheeks.
“What the fuck was that?” she demanded angrily. “You almost dropped me. I could’ve been killed.”
I snorted at her dramatics, which fuelled her anger. “I had hold of you, there was no fucking way you were going to fall,” I said quietly.
“Yeah? And what if your hand had slipped? Then what?”
“Did it slip? Did I drop you, or did I fuck you like you came here wanting me to?” I challenged, jumping to my feet, my eyes meeting hers.
She laughed, fear in her eyes. “You’re fucking insane!” she cried as she grabbed handfuls of her clothes and stormed off around the corner, out of my view. She re-emerged as she pulled her shirt back on and began to button it up. I could see she was shaking as she grabbed her purse off the kitchen table. Just before she walked out, she turned back to face me.
“You’re lucky I don’t report to you to the police,” she spat before slamming the door shut. I made a face. I sighed, kicking the leg of the coffee table in a bid to let out some anger. In the very least, I had gotten what I needed for the night—though it would’ve saved me a lot of drama had I just jacked off in the shower.
Chapter Eleven
It was Wednesday afternoon, exactly three days since I’d seen Belle.
Not that I was counting, or maybe I was. I was at the office, alone, working on the plans for the casino deal and working on the presentation for Delenski that I was heading next month. I glanced at my watch. I still had so much to do, and Luke would be arriving soon to take me out.
We were meeting the guys in town for a drinking session that I was sure would turn into an intervention at some point during the night. I’d filled Luke in on the disastrous end to my short-lived relationship. Obviously I hadn’t gone into details, but he’d made it his mission to heal my heart. I still wasn’t exactly sure what had possessed me to open up to him about it.
Oh, that’s right: the five-hundred-pound bottle of scotch I’d drunk might have had something to do with it.
I glanced over my list of things to do. Giving presentations didn’t faze me. Public speaking had always been a strong point for me, and it helped that I knew what I was talking about. I had no doubt in my mind that I could get them on board, but I still wanted to be sure that I was as prepared as I could be.
After several extra-strong coffees, I was done. I packed up my briefcase, turned the lights out, and locked the office. Like most nights, I was the last to leave. The building was empty, apart from security and the cleaner that was busy vacuuming the lobby. I swiped my card and exited into the parking lot.
