Undescribable (31 page)

I open the door to my office and I stand in the doorway. She has her back to me, standing in front of the huge bay windows looking out over St. Louis.
Fuck!
She is breathtaking. Every time I see her, I have to remind myself to breathe.

I smile. “Hello, Angel.”

She turns; she has a plastic container in one hand and a Sonic sack in the other. She holds them out to me. “I made you lemon bars.”

The woman is amazing!

I walk over to her and kiss her forehead as I take the container and sack out of her hands. I open up the lemon bars first; they look mouthwatering delicious. I start digging in. “Mmm, these are fantastic,” I say over a mouthful. “Really, these are the best ever, Angel.” I swallow and take another bite.

God, the woman can bake.

Angel is staring at me with a pissy look on her face. I swallow the bite I was chewing, then move them to the side of my desk. “Why do you look mad?” I ask cautiously.

I sit down and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. She comes and stands in front of me, leaning back against my desk and crossing her arms over her chest. She looks so fucking hot when she’s pissed off. I want to put my hands on her and kiss her as I feel her body relax into mine. I feel in control when she goes from pissed to wanting me. I like to turn the tables on her.

“One,” she holds up a finger. “You told me to quit driving my car.”

I raise an eyebrow. I suspected that was going to be a problem.

“Two,” she holds up another finger. “You didn’t wake me up last night. Three,” another finger goes up. “You didn’t wake me this morning.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.” I sit up, uncross my arms, and place my hands on her narrow hips, looking up at her.

“I wanted to fix you breakfast before you went off to work,” she pouts.

I stand up and look down at her, placing my hands on either side of her face, “I grabbed something from the lounge once I got here, Angel.”

She frowns. “That’s not the point. The point is that I wanted to cook you breakfast. Then I wanted to give you a good bye kiss as I told you to have a good day at the office.”

I chuckle, she is too cute. I lean down and my lips brush hers. “Your lips are so soft.” I don’t know if it’s her lipstick, or just her natural skin that keeps them so soft, but I love it.

She reaches around pulling me closer to her. My cock is so hard, it’s making my balls ache. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have her.

She must have been reading my mind because she pushes on my chest, guiding me back down to my chair. I go willingly. I sit down while she goes down on her knees.
Fuck!
I watch her as she undoes my button on my slacks, then she lowers the zipper. Her eyes never leave mine as she pulls my already hard cock out and slowly strokes me.

She gives me a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

I smile back. She’s trying to turn my own game around on me. Well, she needs to realize I’ve been playing it a lot longer than she has. She gasps as I grip one hand painfully in her hair. I know she loves that, and I love the sounds she makes when I do it.

“I want you to put your hands behind your back and suck my cock. Hard!” Her hand gets tighter around my cock as she continues stroking it. I get lost in the feel of her soft small hand wrapped around me and the look of pure lust in her eyes. I got so lost that I forgot I had told her what I wanted.

I grip her hair even harder, and pull her head back as she whimpers and a gasp comes out of that perfect mouth. I look down at her breasts; her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt. I hold her head so far back that her face is looking up to the ceiling. I can’t help but run my other hand up and down her exposed neck. I feel her swallow hard.

“Now,” I command as I release her neck.

Without another word, she releases my cock and places both hands behind her back. I bring her head down as she opens her mouth to take me in. “Fuck!” Her hot mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock. She’s like a drug, and I’m addicted. She always leaves me wanting that next high. Every new high is better than the last.

She teases, sucks, and licks in all the right places. I tighten my hold in her hair “Deeper,” I growl. She complies, causing me to lose my breath. I lean my head back, and thrust my hips as she continued to take all of me. I let up on her hair, but don’t let go. She slows the rhythm and starts to pull away. I open my eyes and look down at her. She’s looking up at me through those long dark eyelashes. She sucks up the length of me. Her mouth opens wider, and her tongue darts out to circle my head.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She moans, then slowly takes me in her mouth burying my cock deep inside her throat. I can’t take it any longer.

“I’m going to come,” I pant. I feel my release when she pulls me all the way to the back of her throat. She keeps her eyes open and trained on mine while she swallows every bit of me as I come in her mouth. She sits back on her heels and licks her lips slowly as she closes her eyes. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.

I keep my hands tangled in her hair and pull her up to me. I smash my lips to hers, kissing her. My kiss is hard and full of want. She slows the kiss down, and pulls back from me with a small smile on her face. I release her hair and run my hands up her thighs. I am going to have her right now. Our first time is going to be in my office, on my desk, on the floor, in my chair. It didn’t fucking matter where as long as I had her. All I need is a few minutes and I would be ready to take her.

“Mr. Long.” Rose comes through my intercom.

“Yes?” I say with a clenched jaw

“You have a call on line two. A Mr. Black.”

I sigh as I lean my head on her chest. I feel her hand playing in my hair. It feels so unbelievably good when she touches me.

“I’m going to go to the store and then go to your house to make the cake for tonight,” she whispers.

I lean back and stand pulling her body close to mine.

“Thanks for bringing me lunch, Angel.” I can’t take my eyes off of hers, they look so soft and happy.

“Anytime” she smiles. “I’ll see you back at your house, baby.” She kisses my lips then walks to the door.

“Angel?”

She looks back to me. “Did you drive my truck?”

A slow and sexy smile plays on her face. “Nope.” She turns around and walks out of my office, shutting the door behind her.

I zip up my pants and fall back into my chair. That was the best lunch I had ever taken, and we obviously need to have a talk about her driving my truck.

I walk into Slade’s house and place the two bottles of Barefoot Moscato I purchased in his fridge. Then I get to work on baking the cake. All I can think about is what we did in his office today. I had never wanted to pleasure a man the way I want to pleasure Slade. I can’t get enough of him. The words he says as if he can’t contain what he is thinking when my hands or mouth are on him. The way his body reacts to what I’m doing to him. He can’t hold back with me. And I love it. He makes me wet with want in a way I have never known.

I keep thinking I don’t do the same for him, though. I mean, I feel as if he wants me when he kisses me and puts his hands on me, but I don’t know why he won’t actually have sex with me. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind. I’ll worry about that later.

When I wake up from my nap, Slade is sleeping beside me. I quietly slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom to get ready. Once I have my heels on, I go to wake Slade up when I hear his phone buzz. I don’t think he’ll mind if I answer it. I pull the phone out of his pocket, and notice it’s a text message from someone named Jessica. Isn’t that the chick he was with the first time I called him?

Jessica:
Did you figure out when you will be away from her so you can spend some time with me? I miss you and want to see you, Slade
.

I feel like I was just punched in the chest.
Spend time with her? Get away from me?

I try to scroll up to see their previous conversation, but there’s nothing there.
Has he been talking to her, but deleting the messages? Has all of this been a lie?

I look up when I hear Slade stirring in bed. I hurry to put his phone back in the pocket of his work slacks, then I turn to face the bed.

“Slade...Slade!” I bark.

“What?” he mumbles as he leans up in bed, letting the covers fall off of him He blinks a few times, then looks around the room.

“It’s time to go to your parents. Get up and get dressed.” I walk towards the door. We actually have another hour before we had to be there, but I am ready to leave his house.

“Where are you going, Angel?” He sounds worried.
He should be!

“Kitchen.” I continue to walk through the door and shut it behind me. I stand in the hall, taking a few deep breaths as I try to hold back the tears. He obviously hasn’t seen her lately, I could tell by the message. What does that mean? Maybe he doesn’t want to see her. He did give me a key to the house.

I’m not going to tell him I saw the message. I don’t want him to know that I know. I’m just going to…

Shit!

I don’t know what to do. I have feelings for him, and
this
is why I’ve been trying to hold them back. How could I allow myself to get in this situation again? I shouldn’t have been so stupid. Of course he is going to continue seeing girls from his past. Why wouldn’t he? It’s not like he would want to be with just me. Why ask me to be his girlfriend, though, if he just wanted to sleep around? It’s not like I was subtle when I asked him to have sex with me the first night he brought me home.

I hear the shower turn on so I head to the kitchen. I’m going to need some wine tonight. I might even need to get drunk.

I’m downing my second glass of wine when Slade enters the kitchen. My heart aches at how good he looks. He’s wearing a baby blue t-shirt that matches his gorgeous eyes. He had put on a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black boots. His hair looks messy and sexy as hell.

Like usual.

How could I be stupid enough to think he only belongs to me?

“You look gorgeous, Angel.”

I clear my head and look down at my empty glass.

He gives me a look of confusion. “You’re chugging wine?” he cocks an eyebrow with a smile, obviously amused.

He won’t be amused later when I’m hammered.
I nod my head yes as I pour another glass.
Did he read the text message?
If he did, he has to of known I opened it. I didn’t delete it.

I look down to the wine glass now full again in my hand and drink it down. I debate having another one, but decide against it. I’m positive Vivian will keep my wine glass full at all times tonight, and I don’t want to be so drunk that I ruin Micah’s proposal.

I turn to rinse my glass out in the sink and see Slade standing there; leaning back against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other with a hand on either side of him on the counter, just watching me. It’s painful to look at him. I feel as if my heart is already shattered beyond repair. I know it’s written all over my face. I’m avoiding eye contact with him. I won’t smile. I feel desolate inside, like he has ripped me of everything. I don’t understand. He hasn’t even tried to sleep with me. Yet some girl named Jessica has obviously been talking to him about hooking up? I rinse my glass out and just stand over the sink. After a few awkward seconds, Slade pushes away from the counter and walks to me. I make the mistake of looking up at him. His eyes probe into mine and he has a smirk on his face. It makes me feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web. My body stiffens as his hands grab a hold of my hair. He raises my head up to his and he searches my eyes as he leans in to kiss me. His lips touch mine and I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold on my hair. My body betrays me under the silent command of his hands, and I can’t help but give in to him. I can be crushed and heartbroken, but my body can’t deny him. That thought terrifies me.

He pulls away from the kiss, but keeps his lips touching mine. “Before this night is over, I will know what is bothering you,” he promises, pulling back even further to look in my eyes.