Serve Me

She shrugged. “Hopefully somewhere I can find an outlet. I guess I need to keep job searching. I at least need to have applied to fifteen jobs before I go back to Elizabeth. Because that's exactly what she's going to tell me I should've been doing instead of sitting here drinking all day. I have to admit that drinking was way more fun.”

“I know we should go.”

She cocked her head at me, looking both adorable and confused at the same time. “Where?”

I took my fingertips and placed them on a laptop screen which was dark for the lack of power and shut it softly. “Come with me.”

Her eyes grew wide. “I'm sorry?”

“You, me, in my bed. One night, no strings. You can use any outlet you want to my house for a job search and I promise that if something comes available at the hospital I’ll help you get an interview.”

“I'm not trading sex for an interview.”

I leaned in close to her, my voice was barely above a whisper. “Darling, sex with me is worth way more than an interview. I promise, this is a winning combination.”

She considered it for a second, those luscious lips pursing in concentration. She held up her hand and waved to the bartender, “He is gonna pay my tab. He has an outlet I can use.”

Five

Addison

I swayed slightly when Cole pressed his lips against my neck, taking out his apartment keys out of his pocket. He smelled wonderful, and his cologne fragrance turned me on. His dark brown eyes were glimmering with lust as he looked at me, opening his front door.

I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this! I mean, I’d just met Cole, and here we were—about to sleep with each other. Just like that.

He grabbed my head and brought me to his lips, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. His movements were hurried and rough—like he was desperate to have me—his hands roaming over my back and ass.

“Cole,” I breathed out, grinding against him. I felt so high on this.

“Get in,” he said and ushered me inside.

He flipped on the light switch and I halted mid-step, looking around his penthouse suite in awe. It was huge and it had the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave me an outdoor feel—they showed the lights of the city below and the hills surrounding us. Just the image of Cole fucking me against those windows was enough to make me wet my panties even more than I’d already had.

“Come.” He pulled me by hand and passed his living room. He didn’t stop, continuing through the hallway until he stopped in front of one of the rooms.

He started kissing me again, and this time he brought his hands to my back and started unzipping my skirt, taking his time as he played with my tongue. I was all hot and trembling, feeling the sculpted muscles of his chest through his shirt.

When he pulled the zipper down, he opened the door and pushed me inside the dark room. He pressed another light switch, and this time the room was bathed in dimmed light. This bedroom was expensively furnished like the rest of his place—all in white and expensive wood—but I didn’t even have time to admire it since Cole closed the door behind him and attacked my mouth again.

My laptop bag slipped from my hand to the carpet, and I took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

“I like this smart girl thing you have going on,” he told me, moving his hands through my curls and touching my glasses.

That was a first. Usually, guys were annoyed when they realized I was smarter than them. The fact that Cole could handle my intelligence was just another turn on.

He lowered his hands to the straps of my tank top, tugging it off and exposing my plump breasts since I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tank top had one built in. I chewed on my lower lip nervously, hoping he would like what he saw. I was shorter and a little curvy, and I loved my curves, but there were times when I wasn’t so confident about them.

His dark brown eyes became even darker when he saw my breasts. He grabbed them and buried his face in them, pushing them together with his hands.

“Your hard nipples were torturing me from the start,” he mumbled and inhaled my scent, nuzzling his nose against my skin.

My heart beat faster—half from the embarrassment, half from the excitement. “From the start?”

“Yeah.” He brought his lips to my nipple and sucked it into his wet mouth. I clutched onto his shoulders and arched my back, moaning in sudden pleasure. “Your tank did a poor job of hiding them.” He took the other hard bud into his mouth and stroked it slowly with his tongue. “It was so fucking sexy.”

My pussy clenched in response to his touches, and now I felt like my panties were completely soaked.

“I have to buy a new top then, huh? Or wear some bra next time,” I joked, unbuttoning his shirt.