Book Two: Inescapable, #2 Page 3

But for tonight, he’s mine, - my heart silently whispers. Be happy for that.

  I continue kissing his chest, wanting to always remember the taste of his skin. He’s now pulsating heavily underneath me and my body responds as I ache to have him inside of me again.

  So very, very badly.

  Lifting myself, I look down between my legs.

  "Do you have any condoms?" he asks in a whisper.

  I keep staring at his cock, wanting him for some unexplainable reason inside me with no barrier.

  Unable to resist, I reach down and wrap my hand around him, causing his hips to lift and buck, his breath to gasp from his throat.

  He's so thick and long. I love how I can feel his throbbing pulse.

  Slowly, I move my hand down his shaft.

  His breath hisses out.

  I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I have only one night with this incredible man.

  And I was going to take whatever part of him I could.

  Lifting myself further, I hold him at my entrance, waiting for him to stop me, silently and desperately praying that he won't. Slowly, I insert the tip, bringing my eyes up to his. His jaw is clenched, his eyes penetrating mine.

  I watch him as he watches me, each of us reveling in the feeling of the other as I continue to slowly lower myself. I sigh deeply, contentedly as I sit fully on him, allowing myself to stretch around his thick, long length.

  Leaning back, I arch my back as I place my hands on his upper thighs for leverage to lift and lower myself. My head is thrown back from the sheer feeling of him stretching me, of me taking possession of him. His hands come up to grasp my ass, assisting in helping me move more rapidly, more deeply, on top of him.

  "Cass..." he moans my name and then I feel his breath on my tightened nipple as he sits up. He releases one hand from my ass to cup my breast, his hot mouth latching onto it.

  I grind myself onto him, wanting to absorb every inch of him into me.

  "Fuck..." he pants as he releases my nipple to move to the other.

  The hand that is still on my bottom squeezes tighter, tugging me down faster and faster onto his cock.

  I lift my head and staring into his eyes, I let myself go, his name coming softly from my lips as I shudder and shake. I feel my orgasm flow through my entire body, causing my toes to curl into the bedding that has become bunched around us. I collapse forward onto him but he isn't done with me.

  He quickly flips us so that I’m now on the bottom before he’s flipping me again, pushing me to my stomach before he roughly grasps my hips, pulling me up until I’m on my hands and knees before him.

  I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s slamming himself back inside of me, rooting himself deep. His thrusts become almost violent but it only spurs me on as my breasts swing back and forth, my arms threatening to give out.

  Leaning over my back, he whispers, "I’m going to cum in you."

  My womb clenches, my vagina squeezing him tight at his words, as another orgasm rakes through me. I feel him spurting deep inside of me and the feeling of it sends another zing through my entire body, causing another quake to flow through me.

  I fall forward onto my stomach, with Borden landing on top of me.

  We are silent for a few moments before reality seeps in. I feel his body stiffen, his breath catch.

  "I hope you are on birth control," he whispers into my ear.

  "Yes," I whisper back. I feel him slowly relax.

  There are a few moments of silence and then he whispers, "I’ve never done that before."

  I freeze.

  "What?" I ask.

  "I've never had sex without a condom before."

  Stunned, I ask, "Not even with a girlfriend?"

  He’s quiet for a brief moment before he admits, "I've never had a steady girlfriend."

  Abruptly, he pushes himself off me. I lay there, now stunned because this hot guy has unbelievably never had a girlfriend.

  Turning onto my back, I look at him sitting on the edge of my bed, the long hair and tattoos screaming the opposite of what I’m learning about this man.

  "Why have you never had a girlfriend?" I ask quietly.

  He sighs as I watch him mull over how to respond to me.

  "I travel a lot," is his final response, cautious.

  There’s something that he doesn't want me to know. I can feel it. I also know he will never tell me.

  "Why do you travel so much?" I decide to ask anyway.

  His eyes come to me quickly.

  "For work," he responds, caution in his tone.

  I look him over, wanting to ask more but I sense he won't be open to this line of questioning.

  This is a one-night stand, - I silently remind myself. We are not here to get to know each other's lives, only to enjoy a mutually satisfying night.

  Sitting up, I kiss his shoulder and I feel him relax as his arm comes around me.

  "I need to shower. Come with me," he whispers into my hair.

  I nod and allow him to pull me to my feet. I show him the way to my bathroom and as we shower together, he gently moves his hands over my body, almost reverently, as he cleans me.

  And as he runs the towel over my body to dry me, I feel an emotional ache fill me as I know that it’s almost time for me to let him go.

  Also knowing that I need to emotionally detach myself somehow, I take the towel from his hands and wrap it around me before turning to brush my hair at the sink. I feel his lips on the skin of my back and I can’t help it as my eyes connect with his in the mirror.

  I see the remorse in his eyes.

  "I have to go," he whispers.

  NO! - my mind screams, my brush pausing in my strokes. It's too soon.

  But instead, I bite my lip, as I hold his eyes.

  "Cass..." he sighs, his forehead coming down to rest against my shoulder. I feel his heavy sigh against my skin on my upper back and then he’s lifting his head again before turning me to face him. Sliding both of his hands under my jaw, he lifts my face so he can press kisses to my lips.

  My heart feels as if it’s being torn from my chest. I feel a sob wanting to escape and I can't help myself as my arms go around him, trying to keep him from going.

  He pulls me tight, kissing me softly. Then soon, much too soon, he’s reaching up to unclasp my clinging arms from around his neck.

  I know I have to let go.

  I force my arms to remain at my side, instead of turning into the clinging person I don't ever want to be.

  He takes my hand and leads me back to my bedroom. I sit on the edge of my bed with only my towel around me, my heart wrenching as I watch him slip his boots and jeans on. I can't fight the silent tear that escapes as he pulls his t-shirt down over his damp hair. He was here with me for such a short time but still managed to touch me deeply.

  His gaze comes to my face and I see the torture in his eyes.

  "Come here," he whispers, pulling me up to him.

  I wrap my arms around him, forcing the sobs back as I cling to him. I inhale his scent, storing it away.

  He squeezes me tightly before pushing me back to look into my eyes as he whispers, "I'm so glad I met you, Cass. I know it has been much too short but I'd rather this than not having known you at all. But I also know that I’ll see you again someday."

  I nod, trying to swallow around the lump.

  I can't speak.

  It stupidly hurts too much.

  He takes my hand again before reaching into his pocket for his phone.

  Smiling softly at me, he asks in a gently teasing tone, "Can I have your number?"

  I swallow again, as I nod.

  Focus on what you had for one night, - I reiterate over and over in my head.

  I take his phone, swallowing thickly, and add my name and number to his contacts. I quickly send a text to my phone so that I have his number as well.

  Somberly, I pass his phone back to him.

  Then sighing deeply, he leans down, kissing me lightly. I c
lose my eyes, savoring.

  My eyes open as he disentangles his hand from mine slowly, our fingertips the last to touch.

  And then he’s gone.

  Like he never existed.

  I look back at my bed, the duvet and sheet in disarray is now the only evidence of our one night together.

  I silently wonder if I will ever see him again.

  I hear my phone ding in my jeans pocket. Stumbling to them, I bend down and scoop them up, withdrawing my phone.

  Borden: The best moment of my life was meeting you.

  Chapter 4

  Five Years Later

  Cass

  Feeling Tyler’s hand navigating its way under my night shirt, I open my eyes just as it settles on my breast. Facing the wall, I stare at it and focus on the sensation of feeling his thumbs coaxing my nipple to harden. Slowly, it responds to his attention.

  Contented with my response, Tyler slides his hand down over my abdomen and under the bed covers to gently probe between my legs.

  “Are you awake?” he murmurs into my ear.

  My body responds to his prying fingers and I push my ass back into him as I reply, “I am.”

  I feel his lips touch my shoulder just before I hear him whisper, “Then turn over.”

  Rolling onto my back, I look up into his handsome face as his fingers continue to move between my legs. He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips and my eyes slide shut. I feel him move, lifting himself above me before settling his body over me. A low moan escapes him as I feel him reach between us, guiding himself into me and I wrap my legs around his hips in silent invitation. As I concentrate on the feeling of him inside of me, I slide my hand down between us. His moves become feverish and after a few strokes, along with the few strokes from myself between my legs to help me to the edge, I let myself slip into a light orgasm. Another few pumps of his hips and Tyler joins me in his own ecstasy.

  “Good morning,” he whispers a few moments later as he lifts his head from where he has collapsed on top of me.

  “Good morning to you too,” I whisper in return.

  He lightly kisses me, before saying in a teasing tone, “Your boss is going to be wondering why you’re late yet again.”

  I pinch his butt, and he chuckles lightly before rolling off me. I watch as he struts, naked into the washroom. Shaking my head, I climb out of bed and follow him.

  I’d met Tyler about a year and a half ago when we had both attended a marketing conference in New York. Later that evening, I’d gone to the bar for a drink and when Tyler had walked in and taken a seat next to me, I would have had to been blind to not notice how handsome he was. Tall with blond hair that was cropped perfectly and a body that screamed he worked out a lot at the gym and that only accentuated by his dark suit, he had turned many heads from the women at the bar. When he’d started a conversation with me, it not only had been flattering, but it had also been surprisingly easy. We had each chatted about our jobs and I found him to be laidback and funny. It became comfortable to be around him almost immediately as we both sipped our drinks. We ended up staying there talking for a couple of hours during which I’d found out that he was the owner of an up and coming public relations agency called Your 15 Minutes, based out of Los Angeles, California. He’d been very successful in obtaining small contracts of B and C list celebrities at that time, but he felt he was lacking a bit in the marketing area which was stopping him from attracting the A listers of the celebrity world. Having always had an interest in the public relations field, I’d listened with my full attention as he talked about his company. When it was my turn to talk, he had become excited when he learned I’d been the mastermind behind the marketing and advertising of one the most successful clothing chains in the world. Tyler had immediately asked me to meet with him once we returned to LA to discuss a position that was opening in his company for someone with a stronger marketing background than what he currently had available on staff. Always eager for new opportunities, I’d agreed. After meeting with Tyler the following week, he’d made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I’d given my two-weeks’ notice and easily moved into my position at Your 15 Minutes, feeling as if I always belonged there.

  At first, Tyler had strictly been my boss as I was always careful to never have any romantic connection to a work colleague, let alone my employer. But as the months passed, Tyler started making his intentions very clear. It started out at first with him showing up occasionally at my office with lunch in hand for both of us, asking me to join him at the park down the street. At first, he’d made it seem more like a working lunch as he always kept his distance, never crossing the line past light-hearted conversations or about work until one day at lunch he asked me to dinner. I’d been shocked at first until he took my hand and told me that I was all he thought about. While it had been flattering to have such a handsome guy as Tyler’s attention, I also knew I didn’t want to cross that line with my employer because it would become complicated. So I kept refusing for a couple of months until at a staff Christmas party, I’d let my guard down after several drinks and danced with him. When he had pulled me in close and whispered into my ear to let me give him a chance, it had felt so good to be held - to be wanted by a man - and I agreed to at least give dinner a try.

  That first night out with him had been fun. He kept everything light-hearted, just as he always did during our lunches. It wasn’t until he took me to a place to dance that we crossed the line and I allowed him to kiss me. Swaying gently in his arms to the soft music, the moment hadn’t seemed wrong when he bent his head and gently pressed his lips to mine. While it hadn’t felt electric, it did feel comfortable.

  And safe.

  From that night on, we spent almost every evening together, becoming even more comfortable with one another, until several weeks after our first date, we slept together. That too had been easy and comfortable. After that, he either stayed at my place or I stayed at his, but then about six months later he’d asked me to move in with him.

  At first, I’d experienced a feeling of...uneasiness...

  It didn’t feel wrong, but it also didn’t feel right somehow.

  I’d tried many times to put it into words for Tyler, to explain how I felt, but I somehow always failed. Eventually, with enough coaxing by him, I’d agreed and moved in with him a few weeks ago. Every morning since we started living together, he has woken me up by making love to me.

  Watching him now, standing under the shower spray, I smile as I appreciatively watch the muscles in his chest flex with his movements. Tyler is the perfect picture of a stunning business man. With a muscled physique from working out and eating right, along with being probably one of the smartest people I know, I’m well aware that I’m a lucky girl.

  A very, very lucky girl.

  Stepping underneath the shower spray with him, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him on the lips.

  “Keep that up and we will really be late,” he murmurs, returning my kiss.

  Sighing, I release him and watch as he steps away from me, grabbing a towel that he placed out of the way of the splashing water.

  Wiping his face, he says, “I’ll make breakfast. Take your time.”

  As he steps out, I lean my head back under the spray and think of my relationship with Tyler since moving in with him. Last week, he’d started hinting around about marriage and how many kids he wanted. I knew he was carefully testing the waters just to see how I felt.

  And the truth was, I was in no way ready.

  Marriage to him, I knew, would be stable and forever. Despite his good looks, he would never be one to cheat. Tyler wasn’t only just sexy and accomplished; he was the solid type who once committed to a relationship, would be forever committed to that one person.

  But still, I stupidly wasn’t ready.

  You’re one lucky girl and right now you’re overthinking this marriage thing. Just cross that bridge when the time comes when he actually asks you, - I tell myself sternly.

  Quickly f
inishing my shower, I take my time dressing, forcing away any thoughts of marriage and kids before heading out to the kitchen.

  Tyler turns from the stove upon hearing my approach, saying with a wide welcoming smile across his handsome face, “Beautiful as always and just in time.” He places a plate filled with cut fresh fruit and an omelet in front of me before turning back to grab the coffee pot and filling the mug next to my plate.

  “You’re spoiling me,” I moan, as I swallow my first taste. He’s such a great cook. Yet another bonus of living with him.

  “You’re meant to be spoiled,” he says, winking, before sitting across the kitchen island from me. Smiling widely in return at him, I silently wonder how I could ever have doubts about him – about us, as I finish my breakfast and we discuss our upcoming meetings for today.

  We reach work a few minutes past 9am, my cheeks burning as I try to ignore the knowing smiles of the people we pass on the way to each of our offices. They were all so happy to see us together, and sometimes when having coffee with the girls, they would sigh deeply as they admitted that they wished they were in my shoes.

  As I settle into my day, I lose track of time and I’m startled when a little past noon, my office door flies open. Glancing up, feeling a little perturbed by the abrupt interruption, I see Tyler’s excited face. My ire quickly fades as I can tell he has something exciting to share with me.

  “I just landed what is going to be the biggest account for Your 15 Minutes’ to date!” he says before stepping behind my desk to tug me out of my chair. He pulls me into him and I can feel his excitement resonating throughout his body as he plants a firm kiss to my lips before releasing me.

  “Wow! That’s great Tyler!” I say, feeling a deep excitement and pride for him.

  “I’ve never been so happy, Cass.” Then looking into my eyes, his face changes to one of quiet contentment, his voice softening as he murmurs, “You agreeing to live with me was the happiest moment of my life and having this happen so closely to that big event makes me feel like my life is coming together. That I’m finally achieving all that I want.”

  Smiling in return, I lightly joke, “Really? Because this moment seems to be the happiest.”