Watch Me Walk Away (19 page)

He looks so hopeful and I really do love him. I put my reservations aside and go for it, “I love you, Bobby. I don’t think I ever really stopped.”

He kisses my forehead, eyes and cheeks until he finally gets to my mouth. “I have waited so long to hear you say that again. I was afraid you never would, that I had fucked up too badly. I will make sure you never regret loving me.” He licks my lips and I open for him. He takes his time and makes me feel precious.

We are interrupted by my alarm going off. The clock is on his side of the bed and I have to reach over him to get at it. As I do he again finds that spot on my neck and I groan. I push myself off of him reluctantly and bite my lip. “I have to get in the shower.”

His eyes turn mischievous. “Shower now there’s an idea.” He laughs. “I’ll help you get clean.”

“We can’t spend all morning in there. I do have to get to work.” But the idea does appeal to me especially when the memory of my fantasy in Stuart’s shower comes crashing back to me.

“The look in your eyes is telling me something different then your words, baby. I think you want me to shower with you.” He smiles.

Hell yes I want him to shower with me, I relent, “Okay but we have to be quick we’re going to have to drop my car off at the train station so it is there for me tonight.”

He starts to get up. “Arthur can drive you home tonight so we don’t have to waste time with that. I have a much better use for that time.” He grins.

He is going to be a very bad influence on me but I can’t help the happy feeling coursing through me. I get up and follow him into the bathroom. My bathroom is small and we are going to have to do some maneuvering in such a tight space but that doesn’t seem like a bad thing at the moment. He reaches in to turn the water on and slide the curtain open. He is already hard when he turns back to me and I take a moment to look at him in all his glory. My man is built and I love knowing he’s all mine. I move to him and pull him down for a kiss then run my hands down his chest. He is hard and strong and I love touching him. He reaches in to test the water then picks me up and I wrap my legs around him while he steps into the shower. I pull the curtain closed as he puts me under the hot water. Oh that feels wonderful! I tip my head back to get my hair wet and his mouth travels down my neck leaving a trail of kisses on his way to my breasts. I run one hand through my hair while the other hangs onto Bobby’s back. He straightens up and looks behind him for the shampoo. He lowers my legs and tells me to turn around while he lathers up my hair. His fingers on my scalp put me in a daze of pleasure. He turns me around again so I can get the soap out of my hair and his hands are now soaping up my body with long gentle strokes making me shiver. I lean back and work my hands through my hair to make sure all the shampoo is out and I hear him inhale. “Wow you are all my fantasies come to life.”

I smile and look back at him. He is kneeling in front of me with his hands moving down my thighs then my calves. He lifts my foot running soapy hands over it and it feels so good. He repeats the process with my other foot and starts to work his way up the back of my legs until he is cupping my ass. Suddenly he pulls his hands away and snakes them through the front of my leg until I am sitting on his shoulders with my ass perched on his elbows and his hands supporting my back. He turns his body around one-hundred and eighty degrees and my head and shoulders lean against the wall. I slap my palms on the wall for leverage and push myself into his face. Using only his tongue he laps up my folds and the quick fast darts have me on the edge in no time. He moves to plunge his tongue inside of me while his teeth scrape lightly on my clit. My hips jerk and start a rhythm all their own. I can’t get him deep enough. He moves his mouth to encase my clit and sucks the little nub in and I come screaming his name. Thank God his arms are supporting me because my whole body is just one big nerve ending tied to his mouth. The orgasm goes on and on as he continues to suck on my clit, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. My hands are in his hair and I don’t know if I should hold him to me or pull him away.

He gives me one last lick and looks up at me while lowering his arms. My shoulders slide down the wall while my thighs open to slide over his shoulder and down his arms. He lowers me straight onto his cock pushing in all the way. I sit up and kiss him with all the passion still running through me. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on more knowing he loves to do that to me. I start to move my hips on him. It’s so deep this way. His hands on my ass help me move. I pull away from the kiss so I can look at him letting all the love I have for him show through my eyes. We just look at each other, words have no meaning right now. We come together and it is beautiful, it is not as earth shattering as before but holds so much more meaning like it is cementing our souls together.

When we finally pull apart the water has gotten cold, like ice cold and I hop out quickly. I hear Bobby grab for the shampoo. “Are you really staying in there?”

“Well I have to get clean.” He laughs. “This is nothing compared to some of the showers I took while in the forces.”

I grimace at the thought of some of the places he’s been. I grab a towel and dry off then wrap it around me as I brush my teeth and hair. I start to grab for the blow dryer as he gets out and wraps his very cold arms around me. “Ugh your cold!”

“But you’ll warm me up, baby, won’t you?” He grabs for my towel.

“Bobby, there are towels right next to you, why do you want mine?” well maybe that was a stupid question looking at his eyebrows lift in the mirror.

“Because I hate seeing that beautiful body covered up. And this way I can smell like you all day.” He pulls the towel off me and proceeds to dry himself off. He kisses my shoulder and lets me finish with my hair walking out into the bedroom.

I feel a little decadent doing my hair and make-up naked but I see him glance in at me while he’s getting dressed. It makes my heart flutter when I feel his eyes on me watching me move, smiling. What does it make him feel when he sees me bared to him? It’s not about sex now it is more about sharing with him, being his. I walk into the bedroom and his eyes are on me immediately following me as I get closer. I move past him to my dresser, making sure I brush up against him as I pass. I look up into the mirror and give him a sly smile while picking out panties and a bra. I pick a royal blue pair which I know is his favorite color. It will drive him crazy all day thinking of me in these. I step into the panties which are so small they are almost a thong then slip on the bra adjusting my breasts after I clasp it. All the while I watch Bobby watching me and I see his eyes flare when he sees me pull out a little box from my top drawer. I turn around to him, “Will you put this on me?” I hold out the box.

He hesitates, “Are you sure? I don’t want to push you.” His hands are fisted and his jaw is tense.

I step closer to him. “I love you, Bobby. I want to wear it.”

He closes his eyes and when he opens them I can see tears pooling. “I never really let myself believe I would see it on you.” This man has just ripped my heart out with the depth of his feelings. It totally belongs to him now.

He reaches out his hand and I give him the box. I turn around and move my hair out of the way. He lowers the necklace in front of my face and I see the sapphire shine. After he closes the clasp he pulls me back against him and turns my head. “Forever, that’s how long you’re stuck with me.” He kisses me and I turn in his arms putting my hands in his hair. His hands move to my ass and pull me against his erection. I am lost in him. I never want this to end.

We are interrupted by John banging on my door. “Coffee’s ready!”

Reluctantly we pull apart gazing into each other’s eyes. “I guess I should get dressed.” I wish we didn’t have to go back to the real world today.

He clears his throat. “Maybe I should wait in the kitchen, because if I stay here we will both miss work.”

I smile up at him and finger the sapphire at my neck. “Thank you for my gift, it’s beautiful.”

He puts his hand over mine. “It’s not half as beautiful as you. Now I really am leaving before I throw you on that bed.” He steps away but our eyes stay locked together, I can see the love shining out of his and wonder if mine look the same way. Finally when he is at the door he says, “Don’t take too long or I’m coming back to get you.”

Then he is gone and I rush to my closet. I look for something flirty that is still acceptable for the office and decide on a black wrap dress. The front dips down just enough to show off a little cleavage but not enough to look cheap. I pair it with black high heel sandals and am ready to go. I grab my bag and my laptop, which I haven’t looked at all weekend and practically run to the kitchen.

Bobby and John are sitting at the kitchen table talking, Bobby smiles at me as I enter and I practically melt from the feeling it gives me. It is going to take me some time to get used to the fact that he is mine again. I grab a cup off the counter and make my coffee then walk over to them. I start to pull out the chair next to Bobby when he takes my cup and then pulls me onto his lap. “Nice dress, baby. I’m going to be thinking about you all day now.”

I laugh at him. “So you wouldn’t have thought about me all day if I wore something different?”

John is howling, “She’s got you right where she wants you now, there is no right answer to that one.”

Bobby smirks at John. “I will always think about you, baby, it’s just that now I’ll have a permanent hard on when I do it.”

“Ew, not table conversation I want to hear,” I think John is actually blushing.

Jodi walks in. “What’s not table conversation you want to hear? Are you two being rude at my table?” She glares at us mockingly.

“Bobby was just telling me that he was going to have problems with his pants all day thinking about me in this dress.” I laugh.

Jodi hits John. “Why don’t you ever tell me things like that?”

John looks up incredulously. “How did their talking about sex at the table get turned around on me? I just didn’t want to hear it!”

“Well you need to be a little more romantic, maybe Bobby can give you a few pointers.” She puts her hand on her hip.

Bobby and I are cracking up. John gives us a look like he wants to kill us and Jodi has a big smile on her face. I have never had a Monday start out like this one.

We have to leave a little later and I remind Jodi that she needs to fry the chicken when she gets home. I will make the sauce and pop it in the oven when I get here. Brad is due over at seven.

Our ride into the city goes quickly. We hold hands the whole way in, realizing that we are going to be apart for more than twenty-four hours. I think I will be going into Bobby withdrawal. We discuss the possibility of Stuart calling today and Bobby tells me to call him if I have any problems. I don’t think I will, Stuart will be trying to save his job and hopefully be on his best behavior.

We get to my office and Bobby parks right out front. He reaches over to me and kisses me. I cling to him like it will be a year not a day that we will be apart. “I love you,” he tells me, “And I’m going to miss you.”

“I love you too. I will call you at lunch and I will miss you.” I give him another quick kiss before getting out of the car. I turn and walk into the building knowing he is watching me walk away.

Chapter Twenty-Three

By lunch time I want to pull my hair out. Stuart had called my office for the first time at nine-thirty and proceeded to go on and on about me breaking his heart and making him look bad in front of his boss. He said that he was being demoted to an assistant position and a new person was being hired to take on the marketing plan. I ruined his life and I would pay.

The second time he called it was to discuss when I would be coming in to meet with his boss. Mr. Daly wanted to see me tomorrow and we set a time of ten-thirty. He had to add that he would be sure to meet me and walk me to Daly’s office. I tried to assure him I could find it on my own but he was adamant. I’m not looking forward to seeing him again. I also received a call from Sharon, Mr. Daly’s assistant to confirm the appointment and ask for my email so she could send me over an agenda so I could be prepared to cover a variety of topics. Once it arrived I realized that I would definitely be working through lunch and would also have to do some at home after dinner. Daly’s conglomerate had six companies he wanted me to look at and offer suggestions on bringing up sales.

I called Bobby a little after noon, “Hi, beautiful, how’s your day going?”

“Can we just go back to bed for a few days?” I am only half joking.

“That bad?” He chuckles. “Who is causing you problems or do I need to ask?”

“Stuart started it early this morning but other than being a pain in my ass it’s not really him causing this stress. His boss wants to meet with me tomorrow and I have to come up with an idea for six of his companies. I will be working through lunch and probably late into the night to be ready for this meeting tomorrow. And on top of it all Stuart said he is meeting me to walk me up to Daly’s office tomorrow,” I know I’m rambling but all I really want is to fall into Bobby’s arms and leave the shit for another day.

“Isn’t your assistant helping?” he asks.

“Yes, Allison is great and she is researching each of the companies to get me numbers and trends but I still have to come up with intelligent ideas for each. Usually when I take one of these meetings I have weeks to prepare not hours. I am hoping that Daly just wants to see if I am the right fit and is not expecting a full out presentation because that is not going to happen.” I am starting to calm down just knowing he is listening and he cares. “I know I am probably freaking out for no reason. Daly is an intelligent guy and I am sure he just wants me to be able to identify each company but I cannot go into a meeting without being prepared with a basic idea of where I would take them.”

“What can I do to help, baby? I don’t like hearing you so stressed,” he doesn’t know how much I need to hear him say just that.