AllFreeNovel
Share Us
If my arms weren’t full of wine bottles, I’d clap.
“Thank you, Mr….” I pause like I don’t know who he is. Why not tease him a bit?
“Roger Zane.” He flashes me another smile and extends a hand. I’m chock full of wine, so instead, he reaches out and slowly pulls a bottle from my arms. The base of it slides up the length of my cleavage before it’s freed from my grasp.
“Thank you,” I smile coyly, and extend my free hand to grasp his. He squeezes it tightly, closing the distance between us a little. A thought strikes me. I’m a single woman, after all, and tonight’s a night to celebrate, right?
“I’m terribly sorry about all this, and your suit!” I wince while looking down at the stains, “but, let me try to make it up to you?” I arch my eyebrow to let him know where this is headed. He looks rather surprised — which surprises me.Doesn’t this shit happen to him all the time?
“I was just about to bring these bottles up to my room. I’d love to share a glass or two with you. For your trouble?” He gives me a wry smile, so I press on. “I know you own the store and all, but I promise I’ll pay for these myself.” I squeeze the bottles together, knowing full well they’re pushing against my breasts.
His eyes flick down to my chest for a moment, then back up to me.
“I’d be delighted, Miss...”
“Natalie. Natalie Ashcroft,” I check out sheepishly while Roger makes a call for a clean up crew. Then we hit the elevator together.
“The deluxe suite?” he asks as I push the button. I smile.
“What can I say, I like the view,” he chuckles as he slides closer to me.
“Likewise.”
We make it into my apartment and set down the rescued wine on the counter. I bend down, right in front of him, of course, to fish out the corkscrew. As I arch back up, he’s now very close to me.
Good.
I turn around so our chests are touching. Oh, this is already fun. I haven’t been this close to a man who wasn’t my attorney’s assistant in what feels like months. God, how I miss the chase! And Roger Zane is quite the catch. Catch and release, of course, but a catch, nonetheless.
I shake my head, tutting as I gently finger the lapel of his suit.
“I’ve really made a mess, haven’t I?” I ask, biting my lip apologetically. It’s my first time back in the saddle after a while, so I’m allowed to be a little cliché, okay? “Maybe after we open the wine, we could get you cleaned up?”
I hand him the bottle and corkscrew before swishing my way to the wine glasses. By the time I’ve returned, he’s got the cork popped with a devilish look in his eye. He pours, at the proper angle for a cab, of course – and we raise our glasses.
“To what?” he asks as I slide up to him.
“To the shop manager.”
He laughs and we clink our glasses, both taking huge sips. I moan a little at the taste and open my eyes to see him staring at me as he drinks.
“Now, about getting you cleaned up…” I say and set down my glass. Inching my fingers up to his tie, I slowly pull it from inside his dress shirt to tug him by the neck. I’ve always wanted to do this. Sex with Blake, as you can imagine, was abysmal.
This man has hardly spoken a word and his sheer sexual magnetism is enough to make me come harder than anything Blake could manage.
I pull him into the bathroom and start to slide off his tie as I place one leg between his. I can feel his hard-on growing against my thigh, which gives me the confidence to grab him by the lapels and bring him to my lips.
Wow.Looks like all he needed was that bit of consent before he unleashes himself. His jacket is off in a matter of seconds, as is my dress. Somehow, he manages to unzip me and tear it off, only pausing from kissing for half a second.
He stops after he strips me, and seems quite pleased with what he sees. It’s enough to make him charge toward me again. When his fingers find the hem of my panties, I’m already soaking wet.
I feel him smile against my lips as he slides one finger inside me. Fuck, that feels amazing. He immediately inserts another and arches his fingers, sending spasms of pleasure jolting through my legs. Backing me up into the walk-in shower, he turns it on.
His pants are now clinging to his hard-on as his fingers work inside me. My bra and panties are soaked, though the latter has been already, and I can’t help but moan into the tile as he starts thumbing my clit.
I grab his chin to look at him and the outline of his cock and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Roger Zane, Manhattan’s sex god, is in my shower, ten seconds from making me come for the first time in months.
I’m going to make sure he gets everything he wants tonight, too.
