“Yes,”
“Okay….” she trailed off warily, moving out of the way before following me silently to the kitchen.
As I took the weird-looking casserole out of the oven, she made herself a hot chocolate, adding an insane amount of mini marshmallows. This woman clearly had a sweet tooth.
Taking a seat at the small table, I looked around us. It’d been years since I'd eaten in here. It brought some quite comforting, but bittersweet memories to the surface.
You’re becoming soft, Dean, I thought with annoyance. I should have known better than to drink the last two glasses of Bourbon. It'd always had the irritating effect of lowering my inhibitions.
“What did you do in your free time?” I asked as Opal sat across from me at the small kitchen table. She placed one foot on the chair and rested her chin on top of her knee.
“Do you mean when I wasn't whoring myself out or taking drugs?” she asked before taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
Touché. “Yeah, that-”
She sighed as if she was unsure about whether or not she wanted to answer. “I didn't have any ‘me’ time to be fair.” She smiled. "Working full time at the dinner, while taking care of a sick baby?” She shook her head, accidentally loosening some of her long silky hair from her messy bun. The tendrils rested on her neck. “I barely had time to sleep. But I didn't mind. Timmy makes it all worth it.”
I took a bite of her passable bake, and whilst sober Dean would have used this to destroy her and tell her everything that was wrong with her dish, slightly inebriated Dean was just fascinated by the tendrils of hair resting on her neck. My fingers tingled with the need to brush them away. I was also both impressed and surprised by her lack of bitterness at her situation. This seemed to be a different woman than the one who'd written the note I'd found in Edward’s pocket.
“But before Timmy, I enjoyed reading and playing around with photoshop, creating some promo material and stuff like that.” She looked at me for a second. “What do you enjoy doing during your free time?”
“Fuck,” I admitted. Seeing the shock on her face, I couldn't help but laugh. If I didn’t know any better, I would have pegged her as an innocent virgin. “No, seriously, I don't have much free time. I enjoy what I do - buying companies, making them better, and then selling them. I love that.”
“Uh, it’s a little sad. Life is made for living. I would do it all if I was you.”
“What did you tell him?” I couldn't stop myself from asking. The thought had been perturbing me day and night. I hated the idea of her with Jeremy, hated how perfect he was and how he would please her.
“Who?” she asked, confused.
“Jeremy. What did you say when he asked you out?” Lord, did it cost me to ask, but I needed to know now because it'd been driving me crazy.
“He didn’t tell you that?”
“No,” I replied gruffly. "I think he enjoyed keeping me guessing."
“Does it even matter?” she asked. The small smile playing on her lips both irritated and enticed me. How could she cause so many contrary feelings at the same time? “Answer the question, Ms. Collins,” I ordered. I was starting to think that she enjoyed a little command. I bet it turned her on… Was she wet for me now? My dick started to swell at the thought.
“I said no.” She licked her bottom lip. Yes, she was attracted to me too.
“Tell me why.”
“Because things are complicated. Because –” She sighed, shaking her head. “Because-” She turned toward me, meeting my eyes, and I saw it. Despite the light haze of alcohol in my brain, I saw it - her confusion, her attraction…her desire.
“Fuck it,” I growled as the band around my barely contained craving snapped, letting out the predator I was under the polished veneer of a controlled businessman.
I stood up and she mirrored my movement.
Closing the distance between us, I stopped so close to her that my chest brushed against her breasts.
I looked down at her, my breath slightly labored, as my dick started tenting the front of my pants.
She looked down at the clear tell of my growing desire, then looked back up at me. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly ajar, giving me a peek of the pink tongue that had been wrapped around my dick in what seemed like forever ago.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her toward me and invaded her sweet mouth as she gasped in surprise.
She tasted like the hot chocolate she’d just drank. I bit on her bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make her understand that I meant business. I wanted to possess every part of her.
As I deepened the kiss again, she moaned, quickly yielding under the roughness of my lips and the commanding pace of my tongue.
Tightening my hold on her neck, I pulled her closer to me before pressing her up against the table. Trapping her between myself and the strong wood, I let go of her mouth and started to nibble on her jawline. I trailed a hand under her jumper, leaving a trail of goosebumps across her impossibly soft skin. Cupping her small perky breast, I brushed my thumb over her cotton-covered nipple, which was already erected with desire.
I pinched it softly and she rocked her hips against me with a hiss. Oh, she enjoyed the bite of pain too; this was going to be explosive.
Letting go of her neck, I pulled her shirt off her shoulder, while still nibbling on her skin. She tasted like the best dessert in the world, and she smelled like cherry blossoms.
“You smell good enough to eat,” I whispered against her skin.
She sucked on my earlobe. “Eat me then.”
I flipped her around and bent her over the table. She didn't try to stop me or fight me; she was all soft and submissive in my hands. A dream come true.
I unbuckled my belt and watched her shiver at the sound.
I smiled in anticipation. Pulling down my zipper, I freed my engorged cock. When I yanked down her grey sweatpants, I was surprised at her choice of underwear. It was a pair of cotton panties with cherries on it - something I would have expected to see on an innocent schoolgirl, but not on the sultry woman bent over my kitchen table.
“Spread your legs.”
She did so, albeit a little hesitantly. My smile widened due to both the view of her arousal-soaked panties and her response to my commands.
Was being bossed around new to her? I found that hard to believe and yet…every gesture she made was a little uncertain, as if she was learning. But she was loving it and right now, I didn't care about anything else.
When I pulled down her panties, I could barely make out the side of her face due to the position on the table, but it looked like she was blushing. No, that couldn’t be right. She had to have been bent over more times than she could count. It was probably just an effect of the lighting.
I looked down at her pussy and let out a groan. It was pink and glistering with her arousal; she was even more perfect than she was in my daydreams.
Resting a hand on her hip, I grabbed my cock firmly and rubbed its head up and down her soaked slit. She moaned wantonly each time my cock rubbed against her clit. Fuck, she was so responsive.
“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded. She did so, her feet now barely touching the ground; she rested on the balls of her feet.
And that was when I entered her in one powerful thrust.