Holt's Holding (Part One)

chapter 4





Morning seemed to sneak up on me so quick. I didn’t even feel like I had slept.

Opening my eyes, the sound of my screaming alarm clock, made my head feel like it was going to explode. “Ugh!” I yelled. Turning of the alarm.

Looking up at the ceiling, I so didn’t want to get out of bed. No bed was ecstasy… “Oh, Lillian you have only yourself to blame!” I chastised myself allowed, needing to lecture myself out of my stooper.

My mind jumped back, yes my dream…I must have been in serious need because my dream without a doubt provides a satisfaction beyond expectation. I was sure I had climaxed about four times in my sleep. So yes, I was fully sated this morning. A stupide smile found a home on my face. Ok, I was beyond sated.

If only reality could be as enjoyable as a dream.

I shook my head. Grinning with a sated mind; revisiting the dream seemed like a terrifically brilliant idea.

F*ck me; what a dream.

My mind still caught up; the vision of his tone body leaning over mine.

His lips and those eyes.

Raising my hands over my head and stretching out I could sense that blossoming desire pool at my center, lacking the ache of an unreleased climax.

His body firm and hard, penetrating mine; the size of him was so large that if it had been real I supposed I wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a day. No man in my experience was hung like that, so yes this was me, clearly dreaming.

The more I stretched the more I realized that my body felt totally unhinged and sore.

That’s right…tequila…my head suddenly started to throb. I was in for a hurting today.

I leaned over to the once again screaming alarm clock, and hit it, turning it off. Yes, my body was extremely sore, and my legs felt like they were heavy and popped out of their joints.

Pulling myself from my bed, I shook my head appraising my clothes, bra, and panties. I lifted the blanket off my body. Yes, I was totally naked. I didn’t remember taking off my underwear. I must have been that drunk. I stood up, the pressure in my head was heavy, and my legs were sore.

Shit…my hand quick between my legs. I felt the release…looking down…”oh Shit?” I yelled in surprise of what looked possibly as a man’s orgasm seeping from my center. Tinged pink? Hmm, couldn’t be my period?

I was on birth control, so I only had a period every three months. Had I not known any better, I would have thought that I actually had sex last night?

I forced myself into the bathroom turning on the shower and quick to the toilet to wipe myself clean.

“What the hell?” Again, the need to vocalize my shock was to remind me this wasn’t a dream and I was awake. F*ck, Chris didn’t come home with me. This I was sure of. Hell, if he had, there was no way even drunk that I would have had sex with him.

I finished and jumped into the shower not caring that the water was only luke warm. I washed myself thoroughly and stepped out to brush my teeth.

I blew out my long brown hair, and actual styled it. I chose to leave it down today. I applied my makeup and proceeded to my closet to get dressed. The periwinkle dress caught my eyes. It had been a while since I wore it. The dress hugged my body, a tight, but suited styling; the back had an unexpected white “peekaboo” detail popping out from the lower slit. The breast line squared and accentuated my breast in a unusually teasing but conservative manor. I liked this dress a lot.

Not needing a jacket, as it didn’t violate any dress code, having three quarter length sleeves. The dress code forbids us to wear anything sleeveless. In my opinion, a bit outdated, hell this was Maryland, the humidity at times was like a sauna.

Back to my room, I dropped the towel, and put on matching bra and panties, then my thigh high stocking in nude. Unzipping the back of the dress, I stepped in and pulled it up. When my eyes caught the fact that my door was wide open, Charlie was standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand and clearly watching me. His eyes definitely held a hungry look. Dropping my head, shit, he just watched me get dressed. How did I not realize my door was open?

I could hear him put his cup down and walk straight for my room.

Oh, f*ck. I shook my head feeling frozen.

Wow, he was quick. I could feel him stand behind me. His breath on my exposed back was sending a wake of blazing electricity down me. I felt his hands at the lowest point of my back just gently touch my skin.

“Let me help you fasten your dress.” His voice was tender and seductive.

Gently pulling at the zipper, he was slow in his effort to zip up the dress.

Shit, the relentless desire was pooling strong at my center. Unable to move, and my breathing became hitched. Jesus, I’m going to have to change my panties. I was sure they were soaked in my relentless arousal.

His pull paused, and his other hand gently slid up the upper part of my back under my hair to the nape of my neck. The sensation of his hands on my skin sent an electrical shock down my spine, landing at my aching core. F*ck me! I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

Finally, he pushed my hair over my shoulder. Then proceeded to finish zipping me up.

“You have the most flawless skin,” he whispered. Oh shit, I was about to come? His cologne…the same cologne I smelled all day yesterday, assaulted my nose. My body stiffened, and every hair stood to attention on my neck. Suddenly he broke away and walked out of the room.

Closing my eyes, inhaling what air I could smoothly take into my desperate lungs, the vision of him from my dream quickly formed. With his body, having been just behind me, I was sure his touch had reminded me of the dream, and how he had taken me from behind. Yes, my dream was undoubtedly worthy of a revisit.

Off Limits circled again disrupting my mind and vision.

Turning around, biting my lip, I went to find my nude heel and slipped them on. This man was truly testing my resolve. My only instinct is to drag his ass back to my bed, and tie him down to sate this ridiculous pull he had over me.

Again, I needed another cleansing breath in to find my center. Walking to the dresser, I sprayed my perfume on and exited my room.

Charlie, fortunately was on his cell phone. Talking heatedly to whomever, his eyes never seemed to leave me. I walked over finding my purse on the floor and my cell phone down on the ground buzzing. Turning it around it was Brady calling.

“And what can I do you the pleasure of this morning?” I answered.

“Well you can start by telling me what you’re wearing?” he offered teasingly.

I grinned to his request…this was so typical of him. Normally, I didn’t play his game, but today I thought it to be worthwhile. Standing up clutching my purse, I walked to the counter and placed it down. My eyes were quick to land on Charlie, as he was still on the phone leaning on the wall looking out onto the city.

“Where would you like me to start Brady? Do I start with my light blue laced bra and panties…the ones you picked out while we were shopping at the Galleria….or would you like me to describe the silk nude thigh high stockings with the lace detail?” I grinned laughing, I knew this was more for Charlie since he obviously liked watching me dress this morning.

“Yeah…I remember that set…definitely my favorite. Are you wearing heels?” he asked

“But of course…nude…Gucci” Yes this was undeniably fun. I could hear his breathing as it became labored.

“F*ck…” he screamed cussing a few more times, I could tell he must have spilled coffee or something extremely hot on himself.

“Ok, Brady stop jerking off, and tell me why you called.” I laughed.

I looked back up at Charlie, and he was wide-eyed and staring at me. Obviously, he was listening to every word.

Again, with the eyes…his hungry and lusting eyes were barring into me.

I shook my head and walked from the kitchen waiting for Brady’s response.

“So…Now that I’m utterly undone with your detailed description” he paused.

Not affording him the opportunity to talk, “Oh did Brady not get laid last night…is this why I’m sensing so much frustration in your voice.”

“Hmm, did you?” he rebutted.

“Brady, honestly I left with Chris…No shit I didn’t get laid. I think that’s pretty definite. Been there done that, and have no plans of revisiting. Where you had her almost begging for it…How did you f*ck that up?” I grabbed my earrings and put them on waiting for his response.

Walking back to the kitchen, Charlie was once more on his phone sitting at the counter with his laptop opened, and firing up. Based on the way he was dressed it looked as if he would be here all day.

He was in a light orange button down shirt opened at the collar, untucked, and rolled at the sleeves.

Odd, he was wearing a worn pair of jeans and barefoot. His hair was messy but in a devilishly sexy way. He was without a doubt an alluring man.

“Yeah, I can’t go there with her.” Brady sighed

“Why? She clearly wants you to bend her over. Be a man and just f*ck her already. It’s starting to bother me, and you know me, I don’t give a shit about your sex life.” I opened the fridge knowing that my conversation was crude and probably not the best to be had around someone whom didn’t know me. Nevertheless, I didn’t care. Looking at the contents, I added more of a thought, “Ok then it’s clear you need to get laid and for whatever the reason you seem to have no balls when it comes to her. Well, I say we remedy this tonight”

“Are you offering your services?”

“Brady that’s gross…Now your just crossing really gross boundaries, we don’t live in West Virginia.” I pulled the yogurt out of the fridge and closed it. Turning to the counter where Charlie was sitting and intently appraising me. His hand rubbing at his chin, head cocked to the side. Perhaps my conversation was a bit crude. However, his comfort with what I was talking about well, wasn’t my concern nor should it be.

“If only I was a woman,” Brady replied

“You behave like one at times,” I offered teasingly while looking at Charlie. “And if only I was a man. Actually scratch that, I like my tits.”

“Nice…but let’s face it…being a woman has its advantages when it comes to get laid.” He added quickly.

“I sense a bet coming on”

“That’s my girl...” he replied knowing I had just cut to the chase.

“So Brady what are we wagering for?”

“Hmm, good question”

“How about I make this easy on you…. Male or female, which ever you prefer. Normal limits apply of whom is off the table oh and I’ll be sure to help you find or handle your own needs…” I grinned still locked in a weird gaze with Charlie.

“And if you don’t succeed?” Brady added

“I always win Brady. How about this to add to the fun, my challenge is Sam. I think that’s pretty easy pickings for you. Plus, I’m tired of watching you drop the ball consistently. What does she need a sign that says, “F*ck me” or are you too afraid?” I bit my lip amused with myself, and I could tell Charlie was enjoying my conversation with Brady.

“She is an off limit Lil.” His voice seemed to sober up. Shit, he had feelings for her, wow.

“Fine, off limit.Your no fun! So what do I get out of this wager when you’re taking my fun out of it?” I pouted

“You get laid if you succeed, isn’t that enough?” he replied.

“Not quite … Pickings are slim these days Brady. Let’s face it, I could laid easily, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get off. See, there’s the advantage of having a cock. You can pretty much stick it in anyone and cum, as women, there is where the field is leveled. Just because, I can get laid easier than you, doesn’t mean it’s worth my time.” I cocked my head appraising Charlie as he lowered his expression and shook his head in amusement.

“Very true. You do have a point there.” He laughed

“So Mosaic?” I offered

“Yup…10?” Brady was quick to respond

“Why not? I promised Sam drinks prior, so ten it is. Should I bring her with?”

“Why not” he sighed, “Oh, you and Corey have a gig on the plaza?”

“No, just an open invitation if I want it. Corey wants me to, but I prefer smaller venues. Depends on if the mood strikes me. Singing isn’t in my future and Corey pushes me too much.

Looking to Charlie, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. He once more, raised his expression to mine, his eyes hungry and trapping me in place.

Whoa, what effect did he have over me?

“Brady, I’ll call you from the car,” I offered in a smooth tone caught up in some weird exchange with Charlie.

“Oh, we need to discuss the other thing too”, he added quickly.

“Sounds terrific”. I ended the call and placed my phone in my purse.

Charlie was still watching me intently, and I felt frozen. Flashes from my dream felt hauntingly real and surfaced thru my mind. Yes, I was in need.

My desire growing, becoming consumed with the fantasy and the man who sat before me.

Shit…I needed sex and felt like I would combust, so the bet seemed like a good idea.

“You sing?” He looked to me surprised.

“Not really.” I offered coolly. “Use to when I was younger. I only preform when my friend manipulates me into it or I need a release.”

“Huh, wouldn’t take you for someone whom is manipulated easily.” He grinned with a very sinister look on his face.

“I don’t. But occasionally, if the mood is right, Corey knows how to read me.”

“Boyfriend?” He slighted his head looking for an answer.

“No. Friend, that’s a man. I don’t do relationships Charlie. Too much work and too much baggage.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” He stood up and stretched. Shit, my eyes found their way to his waist as his shirt rose slightly giving me a glimpse of his skin. Jesus, the man was built. His skin taunt and that beautifully perfect v cut was slightly exposed. I could feel my cheeks flush and a real hunger develop with in me. My eyes traveled slowly up his body and I was sure he could tell I was more than appreciating the view. Dropping my eyes to the sink, I shook my head laughing at myself internally for such a display. Raising my sight to his, he moved slowly at first.

Before I knew it, Charlie snaked himself around the counter.

My eyes trapped in his; followed him as my body froze in place. He stopped just mere inches behind me and leaned in. My breath hitched and my skin heated about ten degrees.

He leaned over as his hand depressed the lowest point of my back and placed his coffee cup down in the sink. He paused slightly and his lips curled up in a devious smile. Then move his head slightly away from me.

Shit, I thought he was about to kiss me.

Relief and disappointment quickly blanketed me and broke my stare. turning down to the cup. I couldn’t help the grin on my face.

“You look flushed Lillian,” He whispered into my neck. There was something terribly seductive about hearing him say my name in that English accent of his, that had me weak in the knees.

“Oh f*ck…Off Limits Off limits,” I repeated.

“And what’s off limits?” His heated breath hit my neck sending me down a spiral of need. Shit if he thought me to be flustered before, I could only imagine what he thought of me now.

Shit, I didn’t mean to say it aloud.

I sucked in a breath, and focused my eyes out to the windows.

His body was now entirely behind me; his hands were cautiously skirting up and at my hips.

In an uncontrolled reaction to moving myself, push into him. His hand quickly grabbing me firm I could feel his arousal standing to attention and pressing into my backside. Oh dear lord I just wanted to melt into his body. Feeling his arousal in my back side had me desperate for air.

Oh, f*ck me! That was precisely, what I wanted from him, at this very moment.

Pursing my lips tight, I needed to remind myself that this would be a terribly poor idea. Normally, I was no stranger to bad ideas, but he was Julie’s brother and an entanglement I could not afford.

“Charlie, I need to go to work.” I whispered, desperate to get my head out of the fog.

“I suppose you do”, he leaned into the side of my face.

“Charlie?”

“Yes, Lillian.”

“Please remove your hands from my hips.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he released his hold and pushed off me. The break was what I needed.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to crowd you; seemed like you were going to fall back.”

I turned and paused knowing he was full of shit.

I clearly felt his arousal, as he intended me too. Biting my lip, I looked up to his very devious expression. Yes, I knew that expression well. One that has marked my face, many times before.

I cocked my head and grinned. “Yeah”…the sarcasm wasn’t hidden in my reply. I pursed my lips tight and walked from him to my room shaking my head. I liked his tactics, but they would be better served on some one less astute to his game. F*ck, for a second there, I was almost putty in his attempt. Jesus, was he a match for me.

I grabbed my computer bag then went back to the kitchen for my purse. Charlie had left the room. Thank god. Reaching my purse there stood a to go cup ready and waiting.

Hmm, he made my coffee for me.

I grabbed my purse and the coffee walking toward the door. Pausing, I took one more dangerous pull of his scent, which now enveloped my apartment. Walking out. I closed the door shaking my head. The next few days were going to be difficult for me, and I couldn’t deny it.

The cat and mouse game he just started was hard for me to walk from. However, I had to. He was off limits.

I’m starting to hate those two little words. Stepping into the elevator, my phone was again buzzing.

“Good Morning Mr. Leiber.”

“Good Morning Ms. Holt. It appears that our new owners have closed us down today for some restructuring. You get a three day weekend so enjoy it; for next week may turn out to be extremely busy.”

“Thank You Mr. Leiber, and I will try to enjoy the time off.”

F*ck…I stepped back off the elevator and just paused at my front door. I wasn’t ready to deal with him just yet.

I opened the door and walked in. He was seated once again at the breakfast bar, and on his cell grinning ear to ear as if he just bested whomever he was speaking with. Yes, he was extremely pleased with himself.

“My night to your bishop!” he smirked.

“Well, no one said, I had to play fair. Your arrogance just cost you. Your move.” He smile and leaned back hanging up his phone.

Walking to my room, I didn’t; more like couldn’t even look at him.

I placed my purse and computer bag down on the bed then turned back to my bedroom door. As Charlie was looking straight down the hall, his phone rang again, pausing for a moment, I was a bit curious of his earlier conversation, but pulled myself quickly back, slamming the door shut.

I needed to get to the gym and work off my newfound frustration. I now sounded just like Brady. Throwing my heels off, I pulled my dresser drawers open. Yes, I needed to change and take advantage of the gym. Reaching behind for my zipper I tried to pull it down, oh shit...I just remembered why this dress sat in the back of my closet.

I couldn’t ever get it off.

Ok, I’m a big girl. I sucked in a cleansing breath and opened my door. Charlie was typing away on his keyboard.

“Charlie?” I walked down the short hall to the kitchen as he raised his expression to mine.

“Yes Lillian?” He smiled dangerously at me.

“I’m afraid I’m in need of your assistance. I can’t seem to reach the top of my zipper. Would you mind?” I paused looking straight into his very pleased expression. He was about to stand. “Please, there is no need for you to get up. If you could simply, get it down, just enough for me, I would be extremely grateful.” I turned my back towards him.

His hands seemed way too comfortable as he placed them around my hips, pulling me back to him.

“I need you a little closer, if I am to remain seated.” The amusement was laced through every word he spoke. Yes, he was enjoying this way too much. “Any particular reason you’ve decided to change? I thought this dress was truly becoming on you. It rather played up your grey eyes brilliantly”

“Thank you, but it seems I received an unexpected day off, and the dress no longer necessary.”

“Well then, aren’t you lucky.” His hands slowly moved up to the zipper.

I had already moved my hair out of the way not wanting a repeat of his touch against my skin.

His finger curled around the top of the dress

Again, he managed to be sure to touch my skin, and again he had the same effect on me.

I knew he had turned his body towards mine as his legs were on either side of my body. If he pulled me any closer, I would be sitting in his lap where I suspect he would want me. Hell, I probably wouldn’t complain. Calmly, I sucked a cleansing deep breath in, and released it slowly out. His hands pulled at the zipper, easing it down. With one swift motion, he had unzipped me just down to the lowest portion of my back.

The heat of his breath on my skin sent chills up my spine igniting my desire and pooling it just at my center. I could tell he too was frozen in what seemed to be a mutual desire and attraction. His hand was now running soft and deliberately up my spine sending a shock of sensations thru my body. I cocked my head to the side biting hard into my lower lip. Oh dear lord I needed to get laid. I needed to move, but my feet felt planted firm and unresponsive.

His hand stopped just at the clasp of my bra. His index finger slow, but confidently slid under….oh he was good. Both fear and anticipation, ignited like a fire across my skin. The need to let go of my restraints had me breathing a bit harder. His scent, encased me like an invisible prison. I wanted this man. For the first time I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to hold onto the control I’ve used for so long. Closing my eyes, my lungs were desperate for air and my body ached for his touch.

With just his index finger and thumb, he unreservedly unhooked my bra. His second hand swiftly snaked around my waist within my dress skin to skin. I knew where his wondering hand was headed.

The other hand had me a bit surprised, poised and ready in the direction of my need. Both had snaked around and paused at my abdomen, moving to their desired locations.

His hands were large on my body making me feel so small in his hold. Taking in another deep breath the debate in my head was waging. Yes, he was an off limit.

One question sprung in my mind. What had Julie implied about him?

Yes, the deeper meaning was obvious; he was more like me.

He liked exerting control without the emotional entanglements, so with that, he was free game. There was no concern of hurting him, or him wanting, what I couldn’t give him. This could work…I could use him. This one time and be done with it.

The debate was had and finished just as his grip pulled me into him, his lips now on my back. The fear I held had my skin oversensitive has his lips moved in a sensual hunger. Control, the one thing I held to, was now fleeting from my grasp.

Those wonderfully large hands now set to their goal. One up and under my loosen bra swiftly taking my breast into his grasp kneading and teasing my nipple. The second dropped down and into my panties, landing just at my center; massaging me like his hand knew my body from experience. The moment his pinched my * hard, I gasped. My inner alarms started screaming. Don’t let go, don’t give away the control.

“Your so wet Lillian.” his mouth worked my neck as hi finger fell into my slits and straight to the center of my body. The shiver that ran through me, my evident I had no control.

His breathing matched my own, labored. My body moved into his matching the rhythm of his hand. I pressed my ass into his arousal, and my head fell to his strong and broad shoulder as his lips moved to my neck; nipping and licking. Oh, his tongue was good. This man knew exactly, what he was doing.

Oh, and I was more than grateful. My blossoming desire was fully heated and about to peak. Oh lords, so close. Letting go would be dangerous, but f*ck he felt so good.

“More,” I moaned.

“My pleasure.” he rasped in my ear then sucked my lobe.

With full confidence, he stood me to my feet and released my breast. Exulting his strength and need his hand ripped my dress down the center exposing my entire back. Then lowered to my panties and again with swift urgency he pulled them down.

“Grip the counter,” he ordered and I obliged. Control, yup he had it. Shit, I was terrified but intrigued. A sense of knowing hit me hard. A weird, yielding sense of trust with him took the place of fear.

His hand moved to my hip where he gripped it hard. My body, responsive to his intent, I arched my back, accepting the invitation.

I could hear him unzip his pants and pull himself free. I cocked my head to the side, just as I suspected, he was large, and much larger than I thought would be possible. Oh shit, I would pay for this later, and knew it. However, my greedy desire was more than willing, caught up, I craved. I needed him in me. I needed him to fill me and I craved it in such a way that I would do just about anything in this moment to fill that need.

Feeling him at my core, Charlie’s fingers preceded him, circling just at my opening. It was if he was preparing me for his size. Already soaked in anticipation, Charlie slid not one, but two fingers inside. His entrance, precise, perfectly working me into a frenzy. Obvious experience loomed, as he easily found the cluster of nerves with reverence. Breathing hard, his body pressed against mine, working my arousal to an impossible breaking point.

Whispering into my ear, “You’re so tight, cum for me Lillian.”

That’s all it took, a simple command and his heated breath on my neck, to push me over the edge.

Before I knew it, his tip replaced his fingers and began a slow push in.

“Oh, lord”…I breathed as his hands were both gripping to my hips. He pushed his full length in as tempered and managed as he could allow. My body oddly felt sore with his entrance. He filled me tight and fuller than I thought I could handle. My breath caught in my lungs from the burn of his entrance. A pain I now understood I longed for. I almost felt like I could seriously be torn in half; in a very wanted and needed way.

His pull, was just as slow exiting, leaving me with more need of his exquisite return. My hands gripped firm to the counter for balance when his full return hit me.

With each thrust, he felt as if he was deeper. The pain exquisite; pushing my climax further, taking me entirely. I could feel him under my skin and he felt, oh shit, he felt like home. My body was so in tune to his with a scary familiarity. Shut my head down, I needed, no want to only feel for this one moment I wanted to let myself feel. The build and rush of blood had me lost. I felt the orgasm as it seeped down through every nerve ending. His thrust now increased in speed, as he knew what and how I needed him.

“Harder” I rasped thru labored breath, and he obliged.

His pounding increased eagerly and his hand snaked around climbing to the front of my neck. I circled my hips, taking his length further need. The more I moved, the clearer it was becoming that this was what he wanted. Pausing, I sensed his need to reign himself in. The tension in him, was building, as it dawned on me that this small display had me even more turned on.

Oh, I felt the desperation as my body began to shake with a release I had no right to. This was insane! Letting go fully the orgasm surged through me, a full on volcanic eruption, somewhere form the hidden depths of me released. Yes, I screamed. My eyes closed and my heart beating erratically. This was the release I so craved. His thrust seem to grow, and tension was about to roll thru him and release.

One last thrust and his body tensed fully while his grip pulled me tight to him.

I lowered my head to the counter and released a breath of satisfaction. This was so f*cking unexpected. How the hell did he do this? And where the f*ck was all my control?

“You are an exquisite creature Lillian,” he breathed then proceeded with one last kiss to my shoulder. Releasing his hands, he steadied himself. Gently he began his retreat from my body leaving me sore…deliciously sore. With the final length of him gone, I gasped.

I could hear him fix his pants zipping them back up.

Shit, what did I just do? The question now swirled thru my head.

Lifting my head off the counter, I looked to my now ripped and hanging dress. I gave up control? I was pissed at myself. The fog cleared and anger replaced it. It wasn’t his fault, but rather my own.

Pursing my lips, I frowned. “I really liked this dress.” Sighing, I found myself shaking my head at my inner stupidity.

“As did I,” he offered, with an amused tone in his voice.

“Clearly.” I replied in a sadistic tone, rolling my eyes. F*ck, what did I just do? Yes, I had sex with him, but my control? I abandoned it so easily!

His body once more came down to my back, lingering a bit, as he slowly reached over me; his hand firm around my waist, firm against his body. His cologne held me prisoner.

Shit, what was he up to?

“Spread your legs.” He ordered running his hands down the side of my body, then proceeded to drop to my center.

Oh, took me a minute, he had a rag in his hand, and it was obvious what his intentions were. He was cleaning the evidence of his orgasm from between my legs.

“How thoughtful of you.” Again, I remarked in the same tone.

His mouth, by my ear replied… “I can be, but that’s never a certainty.” Taking my ear lobe in to his mouth, my arousal was quick to respond. Releasing his mouth, I didn’t need to turn around, to know the expression on his face.

Ah, he was very much like me. He was going to be trouble. Who was I kidding? He was f*cking trouble for me in the worst way!

Finally, he released me altogether and sat back down on his bar stool affront of his laptop. His grin was one of complete satisfaction. Raising myself still shaking my head, I too was grinning, but not for the same reason I suspect.

“Well then, it seems my dress is undone, which was more than I had asked for…so if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to find something else to wear.” I cocked my head to him and grinned, the anger was evident in my voice I couldn’t hide it. I was both blissfully satisfied and pissed all at the same time. Without adding a word, removing the remnants of my dress, I turned from and walked back to my room.

“You have a wonderful ass Lillian.” He called out, with a grin plastered on his face.

Pursing my lips, I turned at my doorway back to his appraising expression.

“So I’ve been told.” Slighting my head, “I’m sure it won’t be the last time I hear that one either.” With that, I shut my door. My anger was palpable, and based on his expression, I knew he felt it. However, he was amused by it?

I walked to my dresser pulling out fresh undergarments and proceeded to remove my stockings. Quickly changing my clothes, I put on a worn pair of jeans that hugged my hips and ass just so. A white, off the shoulder top; belt and strappy-heel sandals finished my idea of being fashionable.

Walking past the selves in my closet, my favorite hat called to me, yes, this was certainly a hat day. I reached for it and fiddled with it on my head, until I was satisfied. The hat was white with a black ribbon detail it very much looked like a man’s hat from the twenties.

Walking over to my bed, picking up my purse, my eyes landed on the gym clothes that still sat on the bed. I guess there was no longer a need to work out any frustrations. Grinning, this morning had certainly gone in a very strange direction. Where the hell was my self-control? Ah, yeah had none.

Walking to the door, pausing, I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice.

And, one I recognized. Should have expected this. Of course Charlie would have a girlfriend, but than again perhaps not. Maybe just some slut wanting his attention.

Opening the door, my expression was almost shocked, but I quickly reeled it in before Charlie saw. There was clearly a woman in the apartment, and one that I recognized. She had forced herself into Charlie’s arms and was desperately trying to seduce him. It was evident that he brought her home last night, as she had nothing but a T-shirt on that barely covered her ass.

Looking at her, I realized it was Tiffany from the bar…my bartender from last night. Dawning hit…he must have been there.

Gathering my composure, I smirked and walked into the kitchen with my wits about me. I wasn’t sure what game he thought to play with me, but I approved of this, Shit it’s something I would pull myself.

“Lillian! Shit, I didn’t realize this was your place.”

“Yes it is.” I smiled and cocked my head as my eyes met his. “Charlie here is a temporary guest,” raising a brow, “a very temporary guest. He’s Julie’s brother.” Moving my eyes to Tiffany for a moment then back to Charlie, I added “I didn’t realize you had a guest Charlie?”

He offered no response and simply smiled at me.

I turned and opened the fridge gathering up bottled water, as Tiffany’s attention went back to Charlie.

“What happened to you last night? I passed out for what seemed to be a second, and you were gone?”

“Jet lag loves,” Turning back in their direction, his eyes on me, “The time difference is a real bitch to handle, please forgive me?” He swiftly turned to Tiffany. I wanted to gag, was he really trying to coddle her?

“Did we have sex last night?” she whispered, hoping I wouldn’t hear. More for her embarrassment, I suppose. Most women weren’t very comfortable when it came to their intimacy or who they f*cked the night before. I, however, was not like most women, I had no embarrassment.

“No love, we did not…you passed out the moment you hit the bed” he spoke so tenderly to her…odd.

Perhaps, he was setting up for a second run with her later.

“Such the gentlemen.” She giggled, sparking an instant reaction out of me, I rolled my eyes…how dumb can she be? “Well what did you do with yourself?” Tiffany asked in an “oh so desperate” attempt to speak in a seductive voice. Oh, please this was painfully pathetic to listen to.

I turned and took my now full and cold coffee to the sink, when I met his eyes, waiting on his response.

“No worries love, I had quite the work out last night.” His eyes were dark and laced with a carnal look of satisfaction as he stared at me.

I cocked my head, feeling like I was missing something. Puzzled, I bit my lip and turned from him, taking my water, as I proceeded for the door.

“Are you leaving Lillian?” Charlie called out. Oh, his voice was definitely seductive.

“Yes…it appears that I am.” Cocking my head I felt like rolling my eyes at his obscured question. I didn’t turn back, offering a reply in a cold tone. Shit, not like me to be the jealous type.

“When will you be returning?” Odd thing for him to ask, as I’m sure he is about to have his hands full with his one nighter.

“I’m taking full advantage of a day off. I have things that need my attention…as it appears you do too.” I smirked and continued to the door. “No worries Charlie, I doubt we’ll be seeing one another the rest of the day. I will be back later, but only to change.” I added quickly to reassure him that the place was to his disposal, and without my interruption.

“Lillian?” Tiffany called stopping me in my tracks, sucking a deep breath, what now? Why can’t I just leave?

Pausing, I turned “Yes Tiffany?”

“Are you headed to Power Plant this evening?” she asked already knowing the answer.

“It’s really sad when my favorite bartender knows, where, and what I do” I laughed.

She laughed to my statement, “I only mention it, because I hear this evening is supposed to be of the scale there. Some band is planning out on the plaza, plus Mosaic has Tiesto performing tonight. Oh, and I heard that you might me considering performing tonight? Is that true?” Her eyes were all lit up. And she turned to Charlie, “She can f*cking sing. She’s amazing! It’s like f*cking sex on a microphone!” I wanted to laugh, my first known groupie.

“Yes, I heard Tiesto is performing, I’m just not sure I want to. Singing isn’t something I want a career in. My father would.” My words dropped off in caution, looking to Charlie. “I’m not sure what I plan for this evening but I will be there.” I turned reaching for the door.

“Lillian, I hope to hear you sing tonight. I love your performances and obviously I’m a fan. But …have fun hopefully we run into one another, I plan to be there with a few friends.” She looked to Charlie, hopeful that he would get the hint.

“So, My sister’s roommate is that good?” he looked to me curiously. “Sex with a microphone, huh interesting way to describe it.”

“Well, speaking of sex, I wouldn’t consider it that way, but yes singing is a personal thing for me, and more intimate than sex.” I raised my brows in a glare at Charlie.

“Well, have a good day Lillian!” Tiffany offered as her lips landed on Charlie’s neck.

I nodded, still grinning and looked to Charlie. His expression seemed to change as if his mood went from, grinning with satisfaction, to possibly annoyed?

Very odd.

I turned and walked from the apartment shutting the door behind me.

Down the elevator to the garage, I pulled my cell from my purse.

Shit, ten missed calls. I scrolled thru the numbers, one from Julie, two from Sam, and seven from an unknown number.

At least there were no messages. I hated voice mail. I didn’t see the point of it since texting gets the message across so much easier. Walking to my car, I was quick to get in and situate myself. I pulled from the garage.

It was without a doubt, a beautiful early September morning. Commanding my blue tooth, I instructed the call to Brady.

“Lil…I thought you forgot about me?” Brady answered.

“Sorry, I had gotten distracted at home. It appears that I have the day free, due to some restructuring at the agency.”

“Nice. I’m jealous.” He replied.

“Oh, you should be,” I offered teasingly knowing he would understand, what I hadn’t said.

“I know that tone…who was he, and damn you work quick!”

“Yeah, keep it to yourself, but shit…Julie’s brother.” I shook my head from side to side, still shocked with what had happened.

“What the f*ck! Since when did you break your own limits?” He laughed, yet I could sense the worry under his tone.

“I know …he was a very big “Off Limit”. To my defense, it was all him…I started nothing.”

“Shit, what are you going to do about him? I mean, he’s staying in your apartment…that’s kinda a problem is it not?” Brady asked.

“You can stay with me for the time being Lil. I don’t like it one bit. Priorities Lil.”

“Nah…he is occupied with a woman he forgot to mention that he brought home last night.” I smirked, covering my jealousy. Yes, I was jealous, or perhaps annoyed? I’m gonna go with annoyed.

“Shit!” Brady laughed, “So, I take it that he f*cked you, while he had a woman in his bed …wow.”

“Yup …I think he and I will be just fine…I believe he has a mind much like my own, so he shouldn’t be a problem for me” I was lying, as he was a problem, a big problem for me.

“Well, that’s a relief. So does this mean our bet is off for tonight? Seeing that you just got laid, and I know your rules about never two in one day?”

“Yes, sorry to disappoint…how about we make sure you at least get laid tonight?”

“Was planning on it Lil”, he laughed.

“Well, now you have my help…not saying you need any it just doesn’t hurt”

“For fear of a pissing contest, I don’t have the energy for, do you think you can stop by the office and sign these documents I had drafted?”

“Sure, be there in 15,” I offered.

“Good”

He sighed. Was He annoyed? “Lil, are you taking Corey up about tonight?” F*ck? What was it with everyone today.



“I don’t know Brady, timing isn’t good for this right now.” I felt frustrated.



“Perhaps you need it, based on what I’m sensing, singing and performing, always calms you Lil. Timing is perfect in my opinion.”