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NINE

The gold handle pressed into the small of Natalie's back as James pressed her against the door and claimed her mouth with his. There was urgency in the rushed manner in which his lips suckled at hers, and she was lost in the thrilling and immediate sensation of the contact. His hand slid over the crepe-satin fabric of the cape to her behind and her mouth parted in surprise, his tongue accepting the unspoken invitation to enter and find hers, to taste of her.

His free hand untied the bow at her cape until the fabric parted. James freed her mouth and looked down upon her, his eyes heavy with need as he pushed the cape over her shoulders to reveal the metallic silk dress beneath. She was breathless with anticipation, her breasts lilting as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. He stepped back and took her full body in as the garment fell to the floor in a pile of creamy white silk around her feet. She breathed through her swollen lips and watched him as he appraised her.

"Goddamn it," he cursed, breathing hard.

"What?" she asked softly.

"What the hell was I thinking?"

Oh, no. Don't flip-flop on me now
. Last time it was stay, go, stay, go. She couldn’t take that again, not after everything. "Do you want to stop?" Her eyes went to his trousers and saw the evidence of his arousal pushing against the taut fabric.

"No," he breathed. His hands smoothed over the pleated fabric at her hips. "I don't want to stop. In fact, I'm not going to let you leave. Not this time." With his right hand he bent and picked up her left leg, bringing it up until it was at his side, his hips pressed into hers. He buried his face in her, lips kissing at the soft junction of her neck and shoulder. His hand slipped beneath the skirt of the dress, open palm against the underside of her thigh. His lips kissed down to the plush roundness of her breasts, ripe and blossomed with the flush of sensation. His fingers pressed into her thigh as he brought his other hand to her backside and pushed her hips into him. She complied, moaning at the soft friction of his restrained erection against her.

The feel of him was better than any memory, any fantasy. The scent of his cologne brought her back to the viewing room at the Golden Palm, when she'd straddled him while another couple watched from a windowed room. There was no touch close enough, nothing fulfilling enough for the high he induced in her.

In a flash he was gone, his name unspoken on her lips, her leg dropping from his grasp. Natalie's eyes opened to find him carelessly disrobing from his jacket and tie before dropping to his knees.

"What are you-" He was under the skirt, head between her legs faster than she could process, his warm tongue making a long stroke against her opening before flicking gently at her clit. "
Oh... sweet Jesus.
" On instinct she flexed her hips to widen around him, the leg his hand once possessed wrapping around his head like a boa constrictor, her body balancing on just one foot. His hands went to her ass to steady her, palms spread evenly across the cheeks and squeezing with every lick.

There was barely any time to lavish in his oral attention before she was building up, muscles tightening and readying to convulse. Her hands grasped at her breasts, kneading hard as she rose. His tongue swept and circled until her body crested, an aching pleasure setting her body ablaze as she came. She cried out wordlessly in an incoherent song as her standing leg grew weaker. He released her as she sank down the door, the fabric of her dress falling with her and revealing his face from beneath it.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you in my lobby," he sighed through a satisfied smile.

"What took you so long?" she panted. Her legs cramped in their folded position but she didn't dare move. She would relish every lingering moment of her orgasm, committing it to memory as though it were something rare to jealously possess. Could she be so unlucky?

"Work," he huffed. "Not that I managed much of it once I realized you were here."

"So I'm a distraction?"

He cocked his head to the side, a knowing look on his face. "You have no idea. And god, this dress." He quickly got to his feet and swooped down to take her hands, lifting her up from the floor. His arms snaked around her waist and linked behind her back. "I don't know what I want more: to peel it off your body or make you wear it to bed."

Temporarily sated, high from his attentions and affection, she had all the confidence in the world. She smiled and said, "You can take it off once its paid for itself. Then again you
did
pay for it."

"So this is what student loans look like these days?" He bunched his fingers into the fabric at her backside, pulling it up inch by inch until her bare bottom was exposed to the chill of the room. "Very sexy."

Her nose wrinkled as a thought came unbidden to mind. "When you said you weren't going to let me leave..."
Ever? Tonight?

"Natalie, you're not going to want to leave. Not this time." He spoke the words as though they were unequivocal fact.

"What makes you think I wanted to leave last time?" The words were out before she could stop them, regret following in their path. She didn't want to be vulnerable to him in any way that would shift the balance of equality between them. Nor did she want any kind of emotional investment that would later leave her brokenhearted. No, she had to keep it neutral. This was sex, not love. That's what his wife was for.

Natalie didn't want or need an answer to the question. Instead her fingers went to his trousers and made work of unzipping and pulling them down his hips until his hard-on was unencumbered. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, the muscles deep within her tightening with anticipation. James silently watched her until she had the courage to meet his gaze.

"Remind me," she murmured, exercising what control she did have into measuring her voice into an even pitch. Not that she could hide her excitement even if she wanted to.

He picked her up with no visible effort, her legs wrapping around his torso as though it were the natural thing to do. Her mouth parted as the tip of him pressed against her opening, lips embracing his size as he joined them together. She winced as the pressure of his erection expanded her, but she quickly recovered, sighing contentedly when they were flush against each other.

"Of course," she breathed. "How could I forget?" Her fingers snaked through his hair until she had a firm grip around his head, and safe in his embrace she flexed up and stretched back down, using her legs to move against the hard length of him.

"You didn't forget," he groaned, stepping forward until her back was against the door again. He arched and pivoted as he thrust inside her, his slow pace escalating in tandem with their breathing.

Natalie's eyes rolled back, eyelids closing as she relished in the sensation of him. With each thrust she tightened around him, squeezing as he moved out and releasing as he moved back in, again and again as beads of sweat formed on her skin. Between the pressure of his body in front and inside of her, the door at her back and even the scant fabric of the dress, she was boiling. And still she wanted nothing more than for her breasts to brush against his naked chest, to feel his heat against hers.

"Dress. Off." The words came out in shortened breaths but their meaning was clear. The fabric was gone in a flourish, ripped from her body, and her taut nipples were in his mouth and hands as he balanced her body against the door.

"James," she groaned. "Oh, James."

"Open your eyes," he demanded. She complied and was met with the intensity of his gaze, his every feature expressing his desire. "Say my name again."

"James," she whispered, smiling at the surge of satisfaction she felt when his breathing pitched. He thrust so deep into her she slapped against the door, the pain doing nothing to diminish her prideful smile. "James," she said again with more purpose. With every utterance of his name from her lips he thrust harder, faster, deeper until she was at the precipice of combustion. "James," she whispered against his mouth, sealing her lips around his. One final thrust was all she needed to come apart, moaning senselessly into his mouth as her body came to a still around him, her knuckles turning ghostly white as she held on tight to his shoulders.

He came after her in near silence, the sound of his moaning against her ear nearly sending her over the edge again.

Knock, knock, knock.

Natalie could feel the vibrations of the visitor's knocking against her back. She was still scattered and searching for enough breath to replenish her lungs as the twelfth man's mouth kissed at her lips, his moaning coming to a reprieve. He turned his head slightly and called out, "Who is it?" His voice was gruff, deeper than usual and the slightest bit of an accent touched each vowel of the three little words.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Fitzgerald. It's Brandon."

"Your man servant has interesting timing,
Mr. Fitzgerald
," Natalie quipped, biting her bottom lip through a smile. She tightened the vaginal muscles that still surrounded him and he winced. James separated from her and bent down to retrieve his clothing, dressing hastily as Natalie made her way to the bar, naked but out of view from the door as James opened it.

She heard but didn't listen to the twelfth man's conversation with Brandon. She clinked ice into a fresh crystal glass and then filled it with water, quenching her dry mouth from his oral assault.

Natalie observed the space around her, noting the expensive fabrics, lush floral arrangements and singularly spectacular view of the Las Vegas Strip twinkling away in the inky night. What was it about this man that required such lofty and beautiful surroundings? Did he even know what normal was? She tried to picture James in her apartment amid the small space that had a windowed view over a tree-lined street and a bakery directly across.

"What's so funny?" James interrupted her thoughts. The door was closed, Brandon gone.

"I was picturing you in my apartment. Your suit against a backdrop of Ikea and Target furnishings."

"Is that an invitation?"

Her smile fell, the humor quickly escaping her mood. Of course she couldn't actually picture him in her world, and he had said himself his world was no place for her. Or something like that. She had no interest in the world of the uber-rich, even if her handsome and charming one night-stand was among its premiere residents. It was one thing to blur the lines of reality when in Vegas, or even in the posh surroundings of the Golden Palm the one time, but eventually reality had to break through the sparkle and that reality was ordinary Natalie with ordinary problems, bills, and furnishings. She was merely passing through James' world. She knew nothing would change that, not even great sex.

"You ripped my dress," she stated, changing the subject to extend the glamorous facade of Vegas over her reality for just a bit longer. She picked up the dress and examined it, frowning at the seam that had savagely ripped apart. "Now what am I supposed to wear when I go back to my room?" she playfully pouted.

"Morning light and a smile." He took the ruined metallic silk from her and discarded it immediately. "I'll replace the dress. Though if you put it on again I guarantee it will meet the same fate as its predecessor."

He didn't smile but the charm in his voice made her practically swoon with lustful delight.
Morning light and a smile.
So he wasn't done with her yet. And he was right when he said she wouldn't want to leave. She didn't, and tried not to think about the moment when she would eventually have to. Again.

"Deal," Natalie agreed. "What should we do in the meantime?"

"Make yourself at home. I need to take care of something in my office but I won't be gone long. Oh, and uh..." This time he did smile, and his eyes darkened, lids hooding over his eyes as some image - undoubtedly one of them together - came to mind. "Leave your shoes on. But only your shoes."

 

 

 

TEN

Natalie tried not to laugh at the realization she was alone in a penthouse in Eden, naked save for a pair of sky-high shoes while the twelfth man was off actually
working
. After freshening up in the powder room she grabbed for her phone before sitting down gingerly on the black-and-white satin striped couch.

'I don't think I'm coming back tonight.'
She texted Quinn. The response was immediate.

'Quinn: I figured. But why are you texting me? Shouldn't you be doing something else? ;)'

Natalie rolled her eyes and crossed her right leg over the left.
'He's working. He'll be back soon.'

'Quinn: Working?! He just left you?'

'No! Well, yes but he's the owner. Can't expect him to drop everything just because I'm here.'
Natalie sighed and leaned back against the couch cushions, letting her eyes close. The late night Saturday hours were quickly giving away to early morning Sunday twilight. Of course Vegas and Quinn were still wide awake and having fun, but the time would soon pass completely and they would have to return to reality, back to Los Angeles, back to work. And her night with James would be just another one night-stand.

Stop thinking about it
, she scolded herself. But try as she might she couldn't
not
think about it. The man was married, had a kid, a life, an entire existence that she did not belong to even 1% of.
Getting divorced
, she reminded herself.

Natalie set the phone down on the couch and stood to walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Strip stretching out for miles at her feet. The only time spent on the Strip so far was traveling from the airport to Eden and she doubted she'd see any much of it except for on the return trip to the airport. The trip was meant to be celebratory in nature and instead she'd ditched her friend for a night of hot sex with a handsome billionaire. Although on the other hand, how many people would switch places with her in a heartbeat? Wasn't that why people came to Vegas? To live? To love? To sin? And surely of all people Quinn would understand.

Still, in his absence her mind wandered, over-analyzing every word, turn of phrase, comment, question, and profession of happiness or satisfaction. She stood and stared out at the adult playground at her feet, so lost in time and thought that she didn't hear the door open and close, or the sound of his footsteps as he crossed the room. Her skin prickled as his arms circled around her, his palms and fingers pressing into her abdomen with a gentle possessiveness.

"Any time you wish to stand naked in my home waiting for me, be my guest." He kissed at her ear and neck before pulling her in close against his chest and leaning his chin on her shoulder. His fingers played lightly at the soft space of skin beneath her belly button, raking down to the very top of the tuft of hair between her legs and then back up again.

"What would you call this?" Natalie asked, her eyes still trained on the view beyond the window.

"To what specifically are you referring?"

"You said before that our first night together wasn't cheating because you paid me. But you aren't paying me now."

James lifted his head and took a step back, his hands remaining on her body. "No, I'm not paying you. Why? Would you call this cheating?"

"I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about sleeping with another woman's husband. Again."

"But I'm not another woman's husband, Natalie." His hands on her hips he turned her around until they were face to face again. His eyebrows were tightly knit over his stormy eyes. "The second Frankie was born I loved her more than anything, which only made finding out she wasn't actually my daughter hurt all the more. I could sleep with a hundred women and it wouldn't be in any way unfaithful to Celine." He tucked a loose strand of Natalie's hair behind her ear and let his fingers graze at the delicate skin. "I'm not, by the way," he said. "Sleeping with a hundred women," he clarified.

Natalie nodded but said nothing, staring at him in silence as her thoughts scattered back into her subconscious. It was strange to hear him say the names of his wife and daughter out loud, as if he was speaking them into an existence they had no part in. She didn't know what to say. The lightness and fun they shared was gone and things were suddenly serious. It was her own doing, bringing up the topic of cheating, of searching for some kind of definition to what they were, if they were anything at all.

"Okay," she said finally, smiling a small smile. "I don't know why I brought it up. It's not like-"

He silenced her with a kiss, his mouth passionately possessing hers. She startled at first but closed her eyes and kissed him back. When he pulled away his eyes were heavy, his chest panting in obvious want. His hands splayed across her backside as he pulled her in close again.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open and looking up coquettishly at him.

"Come again?" he asked through an unsure smirk.

"Well you're not terrible to look at, pretty decent in bed and you've got a little bit of money. So why'd your wife cheat on you?" She was hoping he got the undercurrent of humor in her voice, and thankfully he seemed to.

"I don't know," James shrugged, and to Natalie's relief there was a lightened sense of humor to the statement. "Seems like that's more her error than mine."

"Or maybe you're shit at picking women to fall in love with?" Natalie countered.

"Just the one time," he responded quickly. The atmosphere shifted around them. The levity had dissipated and in its place was a new kind of seriousness, a kind that made Natalie's heartbeat flutter with nervousness. "Natalie-"

"I have to leave by nine tomorrow morning," she purposely interrupted him. "We have a brunch reservation at eleven before we fly back to LA."

The twelfth man's face momentarily darkened as he tightened his grip around her. "And then what?"

"And then I drive back to my apartment and go through my entire closet looking for something appropriate to wear for the start of my new position at work on Monday, all while trying not to think about you and the night we're about to spend together."
But in reality I'll just be obsessing over you. Like last time. Only it will be worse because this time I know exactly what I'm leaving behind.

"And then what?" he repeated, his tone more serious.

"I don't know, James." She slid her fingers up his neck to his ears and held his head as she leaned in and kissed him chastely on the lips. "Why think about tomorrow or the next day when we have right now?" She kissed him sweetly, biting down gently on his bottom lip and tugging at it until it seemed to break the dark frown that had cast upon his handsome face. "And it's like I said: You're not terrible to look at and you've got a little bit of money."

"And I'm pretty decent in bed?" He smiled arrogantly at her and she just about swooned. Just like that the mood had lifted and they were once again in the sizzling state of anticipatory flirtation she loved so much.

Natalie smiled and dramatically shrugged her shoulders. "Of course. How could I forget?"

James leaned in and kissed her, then said, "You didn't forget. But if you'd like to be reminded-"

This time it was her kiss that interrupted him, only there was nothing remotely chaste about it. She kissed him as though she never would again, and in her mind it was entirely possible that they were really about to spend their final night together. His hands swept over her body, prodding and squeezing at her flesh and breasts until her lust reignited to a roaring fire. He returned her passion with his own, deepening their kiss, tasting of her mouth and breathing heavily through his nose.

"Bedroom," she managed to breathe out.

"No, here. Turn around."

She turned in his arms until her backside was against him, her front barely a foot from the cold glass windows that separated them from the Strip. He undressed quickly and she felt his erection between her legs, teasing her. He positioned her hips and steadied her with one hand while the other guided his erection into her with the other. She moaned as he filled her again and suddenly understood why he had requested she wear the shoes. When he began to thrust she reached behind with her arms until her hands made contact with his hips and she held tight, pushing and pulling in rhythm with his thrusting.

James had one hand pressed into her hip and another at her breast, fingering her hard nipple into a taut peak. Natalie arched her back until her head touched his shoulder. He turned his head toward her as she careened her neck and their lips met, feasting hungrily as she pushed back into his thrusting. Her breasts spilled into his hands at the arch of her back and he lavished upon them as though he were worshiping them.

"You're not looking at the Strip," he half-admonished her.

She bit his lip and dug her fingers deep into his sides. "I'm only interested in you."

"You got it," he smirked. His hand left her breast and pushed at her back until she was forced to bend at the waist. He caught her hands before they fell to her sides and he brought them behind her, cuffing them in his grip as he continued to thrust inside her.

She groaned loudly at the deeper penetration, made perverse guttural noises as he thrust in and pulled out. It was pleasurable to the point of being painful, painful to the point of pleasure, and the thick fullness of him inside her twisted body made her want to scream his name. The restriction of her movements made her powerless to control her body as it tightened and came around him. Her eyes shut tight as she bore the brunt of the orgasm, her mouth making noises she'd never before made.

Without warning he released her arms and she started to fall before he caught her by her hips. Her fingertips grazed the floor as he continued his pursuit, thrusting through her orgasm and renewing her lust once more. His pace increased, her pelvis pushing back against him for a still-deeper penetration. Her calves and thighs were burning but she ignored them, focusing instead on the pleasurable torment of his thrusting. Her body wavered but he held her still.

"Oh, god, Natalie," he groaned. He arched his hips as he thrust, the movement brushing against the front of her vaginal wall and eliciting a crying moan with each instance. Her ankle wavered and she teetered unsteadily in her impractical footwear, falling towards the ground. James gripped tight to her hips and caught her, slipping out of her body in the process. Natalie climbed to her knees and reached hastily for the footwear, picking them off her feet and throwing them directionless into the room.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, reaching back for him. James squatted down behind her until she could rest on his thighs, his hand guiding him into her once again. "
Ohh, my god
," she moaned. "Don't stop."

He hugged her tight to his body and picked up the pace again, thrusting up and into her with vigor. She grabbed for his hips to encourage his movements as his fingers danced across her breasts and chest, down to the open space between her legs and brushing against her clit. His mouth kissed at her ear, the hot steam of his breath and tongue pushing her towards climax.

She came again, her body riding an undulating wave of pleasure as he touched, fucked, kissed and enthralled her. She lowered her chest to the ground and spread her arms out in front of her for support, breathing heavily as her body continued to write with pleasure.

James was relentless, exhaling moans and breathing in sharp pants of oxygen as he moved inside her. The angle of her body pressed into the ground, her hips and behind pushed up against his open thighs was overwhelming. Every time he thrust she could feel it deep in her belly, tight and compact around him. She delighted in the rhythmic slapping of his balls against her clit. He slowed the pace of his thrusting in favor of long, penetrating strokes inside her, and she came again, shouting incoherently into the floor until his fingers squeezed into her so tight the skin puckered and pinched.

"
Fuck,
" he breathed through one final deep, penetrating thrust to her center, coming undone as he came inside her. Exhausted, spent, and thoroughly sated, Natalie let her body collapse completely to the ground, feeling him slip out an inch from her body. When he stilled completely he pushed her with gentle force and angled his body out from hers before lying down next to her, racing to catch his breath.

"That was..." Natalie breathed, searching for the right word. "Adequate." There was a moment of silence before they both burst out in hysterical laughter, James turning to his side to laugh as Natalie grabbed for her stomach.

"Thank you for that singing praise, Miss Harlow."

"It was well deserved, Mr. Fitzgerald. You know this is the second time we've been intimate in front of the windows of a penthouse?"

"You were too impatient to go to the bedroom," he gently admonished her. "Are you hungry? I'm starving. What time is it? I'll call down to room service."

"Wait!" Natalie protested, grabbing for his arm before he could stand. "Just lay still with me for a minute. Please?"

James looked almost startled at the request. "Of course," he smiled. He adjusted his side-laying position again and opened his arms to her. She scooted into his embrace, spooning her body into his as her head came to a rest at the crook of his shoulder.

"Just for a minute," she murmured. But sleep took her in a near instant, her body exhausted from their lovemaking. James kissed at her ear and held her tight, stroking his fingers at her hip until she was softly snoring.

 

 

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