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  Chapter Five

  Turning, I put my back to the steel doors and slide down still firmly planted inside her. I’m gearing up for round two, but need her to keep me aroused while I regain a little strength. The problem is she looks thoroughly fucked and as if she needs a nap. Her hair is mussed, her face flushed with a beautiful glow, and her eyes heavy. She lifts her gaze to mine. I notice the normally mint green of her eyes now has a yellow hue, as if they have softened. She must see the desire building again because she gives me this quirky grin as she slowly rocks her hips. The movements are so subtle I wouldn’t notice them if my dick weren’t in her tight pussy. She accentuates the roll of her hips just enough to keep me hard but not enough for me to be desperate to fuck her. She tucks her head into my shoulder allowing the rest of her body to relax and rest while she waits for me. This isn’t her first rodeo.

  With her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck, and mine loosely draped around her lower back, we just sit there for some undetermined amount of time. Without cell phones, time has essentially ceased to exist. She lets me know when she’s ready to continue the escapade by grinding her clit into me and lifting herself just enough to cause friction on my cock. Her slow grind becomes more purposeful, deepening with each roll of her hips, pulling me further out before sinking me back in. Her movements are methodical, unhurried; she’s enjoying each new sensation, but not rushing to take it to the next level. Her hard nipples begin to stroke my bare chest, teasing me, almost tickling me. Using my hands to encourage Claire’s hips, I forced her to arch her back bringing those perky tits out in to full view. Dipping my head, I capture one of her peaks in my mouth, biting down on it hard, “Fuck, Sasha,” she moans loudly, the sounding reverberating off the elevators walls. Grabbing her full mound with my hand, never letting go with my mouth, I take more of it in, sucking hard, nipping, biting, swirling my tongue around her aroused nipple. The rougher I am the louder she gets. Holy shit her sounds have my dick hard as rock. I want to pound her pussy but she’s in control and she’s enjoying the tease.

  I switch sides, lavishing equal attention on her other tit while pinching and rolling her neglected nipple with my free hand. I love when a woman isn’t afraid to acknowledge verbally how I make her body feel and Claire is making sure I know she’s enjoying herself. She’s not telling me in words, but the guttural moans and occasional screams when my cock hits her cervix. In this way, she definitely keeps me informed of what feels good, and I love that I’m pleasing her. Pulling away from her, I see her head thrown back, mouth slightly open, her chest heaving, panting as if she can’t get the air required to keep going. Her skin is flush, her nipples swollen from my mouth. I don’t ask for permission, I just continue taking what I want. Flipping her to her back on the floor of the elevator, I put her legs on my shoulders, me on my knees, I need to take her and it’s going to be rough.

  “Brace yourself against the wall, Claire,” I command, she immediately follows instructions, lifting her hands above her head pressing them flat against the metal behind her. She looks down to our connection, smiles, and closes her eyes right as I drive myself into her wet pussy. Over and over, with as much force as I can muster, I plunge my cock into her wanton hole. She tilts her hips up and I feel the change in texture within, knowing she just gave me access to her g-spot. I grunt as she screams in pained delight. The muscles in her arms flex with each thrust, bracing herself from hitting the wall, but its more than that, she’s pushing herself onto me as hard as she can while I push into her. She’s going to be bruised tomorrow. Grabbing her ass, I dig my fingers into her cheeks, soliciting another moan. My thumbs on her pelvic bones, pressing so hard I’m sure there will be a mark but I need to claim her. With her legs still on my shoulders, I lean down over her, pressing her legs to her own chest and lose all focus. In a frenzy I finish inside of her, she joins me at the last possible moment, calling out with her mouth near my ear, nearly deafening me, “Yes, oh God, yes….” I feel her clench my cock over and over as she rides out her orgasm. When I go to pull out of her she grabs my arms, halting me, “Easy,” is all she whispers as she releases her death grip on my biceps. Gingerly, I pull my dick from her swollen cunt and collapse on the floor next to her.

  I lie there waiting for my breathing to slow. The lack of her heat surrounding me sends a chill through me, the beads of sweat hovering on my skin leave me cold. She turns her head to me but doesn’t say anything, the edges of her mouth turn up in a slow grin. I watch her eyes scanning my face. Her features have all softened; the harsh edge that surrounded her when we met has dissipated. She’s just beautiful lying there exposed, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders, her milky complexion sporting a healthy glow. Without a sound, I move my arm, laying it flat, encouraging her to lift her head. She does and tucks herself into my side as if it’s something she does daily. It was effortless, natural, but feels right.

  Chapter Six

  My mind starts to swirl with the thoughts that a woman tucked into me, seeking comfort, feels good. I don’t do warm and fuzzy. I don’t commitment. I don’t do relationships. This, right here, I don’t dothis. I do wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and then I’m out. I have no problem using women for sex. I’m honest about it. I never lead them down some primrose path of happiness. It dawns on me, Claire and I didn’t have this discussion. We didn’t have any discussion. We just fucked, twice.

  I keep trying to work myself up to be upset, to convince myself to keep this woman at arms length but no matter what I tell myself, I keep coming back to this place of complacency where I’m perfectly content holding her in my arms.

  “Quit over thinking it, Sasha.” She doesn’t open her eyes or move her head, just speaks against my chest.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I try to play it cool.

  She starts laughing, her body shaking against my own, “You do. Just stop. I’m not looking for forever.”

  “You’re such a snarky bitch,” I say, my voice playful.

  “And you’re a cocky asshole.”

  “I can show you a cocky asshole,” I say, dragging her body on top of mine. I grab her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and poke her lightly with the head of the beast, which has hardened in the thirty seconds since this exchange started.

  “You might want to lube it up first,” totally nonchalant like I didn’t just threaten to take her ass. She sees the disbelief in my eyes. She sighs, “Guys aren’t the only ones who like anal sex, Sasha.”

  “No, but women aren’t usually so open about it either.”

  “Why lie?” She shrugs her shoulders. “I like what I like, and if we’re only fucking for pleasure, shouldn’t I just be honest about it?”

  I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head slightly in agreement. She wiggles her hips adjusting my penetration point and slides down around me. With one pump, then two, she pulls me completely out. Having lubed herself, I reach over her ass moving my head to her tight hole. She’s a pro, I slide right in with little resistance. A woman after my own heart. I’ve never had a lazy fuck in the ass but that’s exactly what this is. I roll her on to her side so I can better assist in the process. I pull her exposed leg up on my side giving me full access to her. As I continue to work in and out of her, she snakes her hand between us down to her clit. I pull back enough to see her fingers working her nub in little circles then drop further down and disappear between her lips. I feel her fingers working her pussy against my dick deep inside of her and watch as her thumb administers pleasure to her clit. It’s erotic as hell and I feel the pressure quickly building in my cock. My balls pull tight against my body, my heart is pounding a thousand beats a minute and she looks serene. I’m about to come unglued from the explosion building in my dick, and she’s peaceful as heaven. Every muscle in my body contracts as I release the built up tension, I let out something similar to a war cry: unintelligible and insanely loud. She doesn’t let go at the same time; I try to keep pushing to bring her to climax, right
as my body is about to give out she moans her release. When she pulls her fingers from inside her pussy, she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. With that, I wrap my arms around her, completely spent. Laying my head back, I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The elevator lurching shakes me out of my slumber, Claire seems just as groggy as I am. I can’t tell if the car is about to start moving or not but both of us are butt-naked. “Shit. We might want to get dressed in case this thing starts to descend and we are suddenly in front of other people.” She moves like a thief in the night. I’m tempted to watch in awe of her graceful movements and how quickly she responds but decide my time is better spent donning my own apparel. In no time we are both fully dressed, waiting but nothing happens. “I hate this fucking building,” I say to no on in particular.

  “Really? It’s growing on me,” she gives me a crafty grin. She’s scheming, but I can’t imagine what it would be.

  We sit there idly talking; I’m amazed at how her personality has changed since I first met her. No longer is she the frigid ice princess she presented herself as hours earlier, she’s down to earth, works hard, and is actually pretty damn funny. The conversation is easy; being with Claire just seems natural. That’s a mind-numbing thought. No woman has ever been easy to be around—they’re always way more trouble than they’re worth. I’m sure in time she would prove to be, too, but I find myself hoping we see each other after this, assuming we ever escape.

  My stomach growls, loudly. Claire bursts into fits of uncontrollable laughter, “It’s not funny. I have no idea why I can’t stop laughing,” she repeats over and over through jagged breaths. I watch the way her face lights up, the way her eyes crinkle at the edges. She moves her hands to her cheeks, trying to massage them. The pain of her smile takes its toll on the muscles in her cheeks.

  I don’t think, I just capture her face in my hands, lean into her, and kiss her supple lips. Her laughter instantly dies as she gives in to the emotion playing out in our touch. It’s gentle, unhurried, and sensuous. When I pull away I watch her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction, she knows that kiss was different. My name comes across her lips in a whisper, “Sasha,” as if she’s telling me the answer to a question I silently asked. Tilting my forehead to hers, I close my eyes and just enjoy being close to her.

  As if the building were waiting for that connection, the elevator starts to move, but neither of us does. We stay there, forehead to forehead, my hands on her face. When the car reaches the bottom floor the doors to our cage open setting us free. Neither of us moves for a moment. The building is quiet around us; no one is waiting on the outside. As I stand, I kiss her on the forehead, offering my hand to help her up.

  We walk out of the building to utter darkness, it’s late at night, I’m assuming after midnight because there are no cars on the streets. Unsure of how to end this, I stand on the stairs looking out at the city. I realize she has let go of my hand and is walking toward her car.

  “Claire?” I call out to her.

  “Don’t ruin it with meaningless words, Sasha.” Her voice is sweet as if she truly wants to just enjoy what we shared and not pretend it was more than it was. She looks back at me over her shoulder, giving me a slight wave as she clicks the doors open on her car. “Have a good night.” And with that, she’s gone.

  I watch her pull away hoping her brake lights would signal she had changed her mind, that she wanted to come back and make plans to see each other again, but there’s never even a flicker.

  Chapter Eight

  A week later, I still haven’t heard from her. Yes, I have her cell on that little piece of paper Tonya gave me the day I met her tucked in my wallet, but she made it clear she didn’t want to see me, so I haven’t contacted her. I check my phone constantly to see if somehow I’ve missed her call or maybe a text, but am always disappointed.

  “Any messages for me?” I ask for the tenth time since walking in the door today.

  “No, Sasha. Not in the five minutes since you last asked. Who is it that you’re expecting to hear from? You’ve been acting really strange since you last went to the mill. Has that place finally cracked you too?” Tonya’s joking but she has no clue how close to right she actually is.

  I don’t respond and make my way back to my office. I have a ton of showings this afternoon and need to get in gear. I can’t make a living hanging out behind my desk. Just as I’m about to walk out my door to meet a client, Tonya walks in with a huge grin on her face holding a stack of papers.

  “Is this what you have been waiting for?” She waves the papers in the air.

  “I haven’t been waiting on anything. What is that?”

  “This is a full price offer on the mill from Claire Weston.”

  “What? Seriously?” I’m dumbfounded.

  “Serious. Full price. She’s not asking for anything other than to close in ten days. She’s paying cash.”

  I sit down in my chair unsure of what to make of this. I don’t want to read into this. I didn’t get the impression she liked the space, I never expected her to make an offer on the building.

  “Please call Ms. Weston and let her know I have showings all afternoon but I will call her when I get back in the office, but it might be after five.” Tonya nods her understanding and walks out. I hear her grumbling about how I should be more excited to finally unload the possessed building. Normally I’d laugh at her but I’m so confused at this point I shake it off and walk to my car.

  I lose hours in showings and Claire Weston is the furthest thing from my mind until I walk back in to the offer sitting on my desk. I hesitate picking up the phone and decide I’m putting too much thought into this. She’s making an offer on the property, that’s it, end of story. This is no different than any other client.

  “Claire,” I confirm when she answers.

  “Yes,” the ice princess is back.

  “Sasha Maxwell.”

  “Hey!” her voice instantly changing back to the affection it held when we left the mill that night.

  “I hope you’re well. I received your offer on the mill. Is there anything you want to add to it before I contact Elsie to present it to her?”

  “No, although I would like immediate access to it so I can start having contractors come in. No renovations would take place before closing, obviously, but I really don’t want to lose the time between now and then.”

  “Certainly. I’m sure Elsie will be agreeable. I’ll get back in touch with you shortly, although I can’t imagine there will be any counter.”

  “I look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye.”

  “Bye.”

  And just like that she’s gone. No mention of wanting to see me or that she has been thinking about me. Fuck, I sound like a woman on the rag. I don’t do hearts and butterflies, but damn, this woman has me unraveled. Why the hell do I care? I spent one night with her trapped in an elevator, albeit one amazing fucking night, but still one night.

  Elsie acts if she already know the offer was coming and shoos me away with a flurry of yeses and of courses, telling me she’ll be here in about five minutes to sign the contract. Minutes later I hear the bell on the door and her crazy old face peeking in my office. “Hey, Sasha.” Ushering herself in, she sits in the chair facing my desk, “I can’t wait to hear the details.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I’m following you. What details? The contract is pretty straightforward, full cash offer to close in ten days. Although she would like access to the building to allow contractors in.”

  “Oh dear, I don’t care about the contract. I already told you I would sign it. I want to know about your night with Ms. Weston.” I’m pushing the papers across my desk for her to sign when she finishes her sentence. I stop, stunned, looking up at her. There’s a cunning gleam in her eye.

  “How did you know I spent the night with her?” I hadn’t told a soul about that showing. No one knew about us being stuck in the elevator or anything that took place, at
least no one I was aware of. “Have you spoken with Claire?”

  “Gracious no. But I hear she is quite a lovely girl once you get past the cool exterior.” Still grinning from ear to ear, she already knows the answer to her question, and the look she’s giving me tells me she knows in great detail what took place.

  “Elsie, I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but I’m sure it’s not quite like what took place.”

  “I told you there was a buyer who would come along; one who was perfect and that you would be the one to sell the building to her. Let’s just call it an old woman’s intuition.” She winks at me. Holy shit. She winked at me!

  “Um, she is quite an attractive young lady and I’m sure she will be the perfect buyer.”

  “Sasha, don’t let pride stand in your way. Some women need to be pursued and not do the pursuing. There’s always one that’s worth the chance.” She signs the paperwork in all the appropriate places and pats my hand. I watch her weathered fingers squeeze mine, “Treat her like a princess.”

  Chapter Nine

  My intention was to wait until the closing and ask her if she wanted to go to dinner that night, but I don’t make it that long. I went home after Elsie left my office and stared at the walls, listened to the silence, and thought about how much I had enjoyed my night with Claire in the elevator, how much I wanted to repeat it—not just the sex, but the company. The lure of her mint green eyes, her infectious laugh, the glow of her skin, Jesus, I’m in way over my head.

  She had mentioned that night she worked late hours for her father, I hope tonight is one of those nights; because I would much rather show up at her office than on her doorstep, like some stray dog. When I pull up in front of Weston Wealth Management, I see an entire floor of lights still on and pray that it’s her. I push the button on the intercom at the door and wait for a reply. When I don’t get one, I push the button again, holding it longer this time. When I release it, the speaker cracks at me, then the cold voice, “Yes?”