Page 23 of Cold Bastard

“When I saw you, looking annoyed behind your glasses, it was like a jolt. It was the first time I’d felt that way. With my wife... Julia, it was like a slow burn, the feeling of knowing each other all our lives. Something sweet and sincere. You were like a kick in the arse. You stood up, and the light caught in your hair and all I wanted to do was remove all the pins and run my hands through it. Catch it in my fist. Your pale skin draws my eye every time I’m close to you. And your scent, hell woman, I get hard just thinking about it.”

Zoe wasn’t bothered by the tepid water anymore as a fire was running through her veins and pooled deep in her belly at his words.

“And your curves... I’m only human, Zoe. And all I want to do is open this door and see for myself how beautiful you are naked. Feel your skin and see you move under my fingers. I want to run my hands over your hips and cup your breasts.”

She wanted him to stop talking, but her mouth was dry. Her treacherous body turned against her as her hands went to her full breasts and cupped them like he’d described doing. The sound of water and her shortening breaths were all that could be heard in the room.

“Are you touching them, Zoe? Are they as soft and round as I imagine them? Heavy in the palm? Damn, I wish I could see your nipples right now. Are they sensitive? I dream about running my tongue around them as I hear you moan. Before I close my teeth, sucking them hard.”

Her hands followed his lead, and she couldn’t lie still. She squeezed her thighs, now aroused and restless.

“I’m hard now just thinking about you, naked in that bath. It’s taking all my willpower not to open the door. I want to see your pale skin, the flare of your hips, your thighs. Hell, I wish I could have your thighs around my waist, Zoe. Do you have the same fantasy?”

She would have to be dead to not have a fantasy about him.

“Talk to me, Zoe. I’m alone in the dark, here.” The same desperation invaded her body.

“I...” Her courage was nearly faltering, but after all it was only a fantasy. “If you promise not to open the door, I’ll tell you mine.”

“I promise you, darling. I won’t open the door. But I’ll only leave when you finally say my name.”

Her heart whooshing in her ears, Zoe closed her eyes and let her imagination wander. “From the first moment I saw you, you were a puzzle to me. Cold, hard, uncompromising, so curt, almost unpolite, but I couldn’t help but imagine how you looked without your suit, without that armor. Despite your detached behavior, there was a heat in you. When you touched me, electricity coursed through my body. Each time I confronted you with what you’d said, and your eyes lit up, I wondered if you would lose control and imagined you pinning me against the door of your office, or even better, lying me down on that conference table, spreading my legs for you.”

Of its own volition, her body arched, and she draped one of her legs over the edge of the bath, her hand starting to tease herself, lightly, slowly.

“Please don’t stop Zoe, continue.”

“Are you hard? Is your cock straining against your pants? Because I can feel myself trembling when I slide my fingers between my legs. Just the sound of your voice makes me shivery. Are you touching yourself too? I wonder how you taste...”

The grunt that came from the outside was confirmation that she wasn’t the only one on the verge.

“Please, are you taking yourself in hand? Stroking yourself as I’m teasing my clit. Slow at first, then increasing the pressure. When I close my eyes, I imagine your face, tortured with pleasure, your fist tight around your cock. Oh, I wish it was inside me.”

Her fingers increased the pace, water splashing around her as her hips undulated. “Please, I want to hear you.”

When he spoke, his voice was breathy, as if he was speaking through a clenched jaw. “I wanted to tear that cream dress off you and see for myself if you wore garter belts. I wanted to see you naked on my desk as I ordered you to spread your thighs for me as I stood admiring you.” He groaned but continued. “And when it would get to be too much, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I would have fallen to my knees and buried my face between your legs.”

It was her turn to sob as she finally stroked her clit gently. She was almost ready to ask him to come through the door and do exactly that. His mouth, his tongue would feel so much better. At the image of him on his knees, pleasure spiraled in her belly, tremors coursing through her limbs. Zoe didn’t even care about the tell-tale sound of her hand treading water as she masturbated even faster.

“I want to feel you come on my lips, to come undone as I stretch your pussy with my fingers, as you spasm around them, and just as you come down from ecstasy, I would stand and shove my cock deep inside you, bottoming out, beating you raw until I hear you scream again. Can you see it, Zoe? Can you feel how you affect me? I’m almost ready to come, just imagining your pleasure in my head. I want to hear your voice too, to hear you scream as you come. And I will come with you.”

“Oh... damn... Archer!” Her body seized as pleasure erupted. Gulping for air, she shouted, and pleasure crested. Even with her buzzing ears and her heart pounding hard, she heard a scratch and a thump followed by a low, but powerful growl. Zoe was trying to catch her breath, her body on fire and trembling.

Returning to herself following the afterglow, Zoe straightened in the bathtub and turned to the door. “Archer?”

It was eerily silent on the other side. Worried, she got out, grabbing the largest towel she could find, which didn’t cover half of her body. Then she heard the front door. Peeking out, she saw nobody was there but her eye caught movement outside. Archer was going down the stairs as if his pants were on fire. And on the sidewalk Lance was waiting for him by the car. Once his boss was inside the town car, Lance risked a glance in her direction, but hopefully only her face was visible. And they immediately drove off.

Like a zombie, Zoe grabbed her pajamas and quickly put them on as shivers crept up her spine. Had she imagined it all? If not for seeing Archer Blackwood fleeing her apartment, she may have very well thought so.

To be honest, Zoe wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. Fatigue clouded her mind and she decided to sleep on it. When she slid between the cool sheets of her bed, it was obvious that slumber would be hard to come by, and she remembered what happened, and replayed what was said and done until finally, her body shut down.

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