One Night with the Sexiest Man Alive (The One 1)

She gave a little gasp as he pulled out and there were questions in her eyes when she opened them.

Feet to the floor, he dealt with the condom first and then came back to the bed and stood over her. “That was fucking hot, but I need out of this gear.” His shirt was only holding on by two buttons. He got it off and moved straight to his socks.

“Do a girl a favor and slow that striptease down, mate.”

That mate was all sass. Worth the entire trip down under to hear it from her. He straightened up and gave Teela a bit of a show, raising both arms to finger comb his hair and flexing everything flexible in his arms and abs. He was such a ham. She knew it too. She was laughing at him, sexy witch. He did his best Magic Mike impression taking off his belt, but he really could’ve done with those Velcro seam pants for ease and impact. Made the best of dropping his trousers with some strategic hip shifts and went for a no-nonsense brief removal because the way she was looking at him made him suddenly self-conscious.

And that was unsettling. He was well-used to being watched.

She wasn’t laughing anymore. She sat on her heels, hands on her thighs, skin flushed, hair in glorious disarray. “What the hell was I thinking?” she said.

“Buyer’s remorse?” Shit, he should’ve done a better job of living up to her fantasy.

“Oh hell no. Not for a minute. Hottest sex I’ve ever had. Thank you for doing that for me. But there is no getting around the fact you should be naked all the time.”

Ah, that was a relief. “I try to keep the naked me to very small audiences.” His contracts only allowed for semi-nudity, which was essentially a side glimpse of ass. “Exclusive. Private.” Only women who interested him as much as Teela did.

“Don’t want to become overexposed.”

He gave her a good gander at his off-limits nudity as he filled water glasses and brought them to the bed. She gave him a good look at her lovely round ass when she went to pee.

They’d hit that potentially strained spot where he normally put clothing on to signal the beginning of the end of an encounter. He didn’t think they were done with each other, but until Teela crawled up the bed and into his arms, he wasn’t sure.

It’d been a long time since a woman made him uncertain.

He chased the feeling away by holding her on his chest, her head tucked under his chin, one of her luscious legs thrown over his hips.

“I meant what I said about trying out other positions,” he said, tracing his fingers down the channel of her spine.

She played hers over the dips of his abs and sighed. That sigh could be contentment, or it could be a reason for concern. “That’s if you’d like to.”

She lifted her head, eased a little more on top of him. “I would love that, but I might need a minute. I’ve had very little sleep lately and it’s been a long day and you really have put me in a sex coma.”

Ah, he could see that in her half-lidded eyes, feel it in the weight of her limbs. Not her fault he was on LA time and wide awake and that he’d had a power nap between his various engagements.

“Are you comfortable?” She lay her head down and snuggled closer. There was no misinterpreting that. He kissed the top of her head. “I enjoyed myself enormously tonight. Wake me if you need anything.”

He got a hmmm of agreement and the next thing he knew she was kissing him awake. He went from what day is it to must fuck now in about five minutes’ worth of lip-lock action. Who cared what day it was?

And when she said, “How the fuck do you want me to fuck you?” it might’ve been the best day of the year.

She sat astride him in her stupendous nakedness and she didn’t look sleepy anymore. She looked like a good career move.

“Any way you want, but wear your new shoes.”

The new red shoes made her look like a Vegas showgirl, from back in the day when they were the height of glamor. They made her look like breakfast, lunch and dinner all rolled into one feast.

Any way she wanted was a little acrobatic and a lot of fun. It involved several changes of position, starting with him sitting on his heels and her riding him reverse cowboy. Those stiletto heels and red soles aligned right along his thighs. He liked this position, full use of his hands, lots of ways to hold her, hips and breasts and carefully at her throat. He made her come that way, buried inside her, her head tipped back on his shoulder, one hand at her neck and the fingers of the other circling her clit. It wasn’t near enough. He got himself there taking her on her hands and knees and then he just hung out, lying between her legs, those heels resting on his thighs, finding softness and comfort in her kisses.

When his alarm sounded, he pitched one of her shoes across the room to knock his phone off the charger and shut it off. Lucky shot. Lucky accident meeting Teela, or he’d have woken alone, only his news feed for company.

“How busy will you be today?” he asked, then rudely stopped her answering right away by going after her lips.

“It’s a catch-up day, it shouldn’t be too bad,” she said, scratching at his stubble. “I don’t have to go in early. What about you?”

“I’ll be appallingly busy waiting for a single phone call and if it comes I have to sign some paperwork and have my photo taken. Not sure how I’m going to get through all that.” If that call didn’t come, his trip here had been a vanity exercise. He’d spend the whole day doing nothing very much at all but fretting and pretending not to care.

She used the other shoe to poke him in the calf. “A day in the life of the Sexiest Man Alive.”