Page 74 of Off Script
Fuck, I can smell her arousal.
My dick hardens in response.Taking a deep breath, I tamp down my desire and slip the luxurious robe over her shoulders, pull it closed, and loosely knot the belt around her waist.
“Thank you,” her voice husky and pitched just above a whisper.
“No, thank you. For putting up with the insanity of dating me.”
Quickly, I shuck off my clothes and put on my robe.
Before I can tie my robe shut, Carlisle steps towards me, and I watch in slow motion as she unties her robe, granting me another glimpse of her body. Sliding her hands around my waist and up my back, shestands on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. Our naked bodies connect in our embrace.
“You’re killing me,” I murmur against her soft, sensuous lips.
“After our spa treatments, maybe I can offer you a happy ending?” Her beguiling eyes locked on mine, she smirks and licks her lips.
Shit, this girl is sending my hormones into the stratosphere.“I could be on board with that idea, babe, but I also understand if you want to slow things down until everything with Willa is officially over. I know this has been a mindfuck.”
“I’d be lying if I disagreed with your last statement, but I’ve missed being with you. You’re going away next week, so let’s take full advantage of the time we have together. Let’s live in the moment, just the two of us, and then we can face the future as it comes.”
“So, what you’re saying is that I’m getting laid tonight?” I shoot her a smile and to my happy relief, she winks.
“If you play your cards right. Tonight, again tonight, tomorrow morning, tomorrow at lunchtime, tomorrow at teatime—"
Smashing my lips down upon hers, Carlisle’s arms tighten around me. Breathing heavily, between kisses, I mumble, “Your plan sounds so much better than mine.”
Showing a modicum of restraint, I lean back and gaze upon her face, brushing her hair back. “You better get outside before we start something we don’t have time to finish.”
She tilts her head. “You’re not coming?”
Wiggling my eyebrows, I joke, “According to you, I'll be coming later.” Gesturing to my massive erection, I respond, “I’ll be out in a couple minutes. I need to let this guy deflate so I don’t embarrass myself out there.”
Biting back a giant smile, Carlisle leaves the pool house.
When we’re nearing the end of our treatments, Jo quietly lights the candles on the outdoor table, arranges our catered sushi dinner from Nobu, and pours glasses of the chilled sake. One of the perks of at-home date nights is that you can dress as casually as you want, so after our massages, Carlisle and I opt to stay in our robes rather than redressing.
An added bonus for me is that Carlisle’s robe keeps gaping open at the neck, offering my tantalizing glimpses of the swell of her breasts over our candlelit dinner.
Carlisle lived up to her word and supplied me with multiple happy endings over the course of the evening and the following day.
The following evening, Jo obtains—probably illegally, though I don’t ask because plausible deniability is important—an advanced studio copy of a new romantic comedy that is opening in theaters next spring. I lead Carlisle into my darkened media room and thanks to the rented popcorn machine, it smells like a real movie theater. She loads up on buttered popcorn and sweet treats from the vast array that Jo stocked for us while I stick with nuts and fresh-cut veggies. Then we snuggle on the leather recliners under a shared blanket and watch the movie.
As the credits roll, Carlisle gives me her grateful smile. She has a wide variety of smiles and I’m learning to catalog them all. My favorite is her blissful post-orgasm grin though.
“Thank you again for doing all this, Ben.”
I pause to kiss her bare shoulder, sliding down the thin strap of her sundress so I can kiss my way up her neck unimpeded by clothing. When I reach the sensitive spot under her ear, my lips feel the erratic thumping of her pulse. “I enjoy spoiling you. Making you happy makes me happy.”
Carlisle slides out from under the blanket and tosses it aside before straddling my lap. She crashes her mouth upon mine and fists my shirt, pulling me closer. The power she has over me is explosive, and when she starts to roll her hips against my growing erection, I think I might combust.
Given all the time we’re spending with each other, the sexual tension between us should be dissipating, especially with how often we’ve had sex over the past twenty-four hours, but instead the opposite is true. This heady desire continues ramping up.
The realization hits me that I no longer justwantCarlisle, but the more time I spend with her, the more Ineedher.
I draw my hands up her smooth legs slowly as we continue kissing, starting at her delicate ankles up her calves, her knees, and her thighs. My fingertips continue their ascent until I reach to her round, delectable ass.
Her very bare ass.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I growl, squeezing and kneading the globes of her perfect backside. “If I’d known that, we wouldn’t have watched the movie.”
