Night Owl (The Complete Serial)

As soon as I got to Casey’s apartment, I knew I was going to have my work cut out for me getting her to stay at my place, which has security round the clock, unlike her apartment here. Everything is happening with lightning speed, and with her stubborn streak, I worry it will push her away.

I planned to point out all the pros to staying with me and hope Casey doesn’t retreat with all the reasons she can’t. I crawl over her body, taking in the heat from her lush curves. A heady scent covers her like an aura, and I breathe her deeply in, letting her scent surround me and fill my chest.

“You know what I’d like, babe?” I trace her soft skin, brushing locks of her dark hair out of the way.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me, James.” She’s sassy, and her lips lift in a coy smile.

I let my fingers follow the line of her collarbone and chest to circle a dusky rose-colored nipple. The peak stiffens at my touch, and a satisfied growl fights to be released at the back of my throat.

“So fresh…” I tug on the distended peak, earning a moan from between her bitten lips. “I want to make love to you in my bed next time and have you wake up in my house for a change.”

“Rich boy doesn’t enjoy slumming it on my Target bedsheets?” Casey has a way about her that makes me feel like an asshole when all I want to do is make life easier for her. Her defenses are up and strong, but I’m prepared to make this work.

Sighing, I continue to play with her beautiful breasts. “I’m hoping you’ll get too comfortable and never want to leave. I do have a king-size bed.” Casey makes a snorting sound, and I suck on her swollen nipple until she whimpers and her eyes flutter closed.

“What did you have in mind?” Her voice sounds forced as I continue enjoying her. I know what she’s asking; she’s afraid I’m asking her to leave her shitty apartment in this rattrap neighborhood. She’s absolutely right about that, but I need her to want to be with me more than she wants her independence. Sadly, I know we’re a far cry from that happening anytime soon.

“A sleepover, maybe?” I suck her other nipple into my mouth, squeezing the mounds in my hands as she writhes and arches her back toward me in yearning.

“For how long? Oh God, James.”

“For however long you want, babe.” Forever, but I’ll take tomorrow night if you’ll have me.

“You’re not going to be all cliché and shit and empty out a drawer for me, are you?”

Chuckling, I wonder how she knows and make a note to put the clothes I chucked in the closet back in the drawer. Roger that. Casey is not ready for empty drawers and hangers in the closet, even though I want her to be.

“Of course not. You’ll have to keep everything in your oversized purse in your designated corner of the bedroom. No tampons in the bathroom, and definitely no hair bands all over the place. Are those enough boundaries for you?” Casey giggles, and I return to admiring her full breasts, resting my head over her heart.

“I guess that works.” Casey runs her fingers through my hair and pulls my head back up. Our lips meet, and we kiss deeply, wiping out the last few days.

“I want inside you; staying away has made me crazy. Promise you won’t disappear on me. Promise you’ll come stay at my place and give us a chance to figure this out.” Roughly, I pull her down to me, our lips connecting on ragged breaths.

“James, I want that, too.”

This time I savor Casey, making love to her the way love should be felt and experienced. I still want her over my knee at times, but I’ll take her anyway she’ll have me.

We lay in the darkness of her bedroom, our breathing unsteady and thoughts scattered. We turn toward each other and our fingers play on skin and hair. Slow strokes keep the fire between us kindling and baited.

“How did your meeting turn out?” Her voice is hushed.

I knew we would have to discuss the board’s decision—the one I tried to alter. The one time I should have kept my dick in my pants and been responsible, I didn’t, and look where it got us. I feel like I failed her.

“James?”

“I tried, Casey, I really tried. But the board terminated your position, especially with the FCC breathing down their necks. Bunch of white-haired pansies in suits.”

“I know you tried, but we sort of knew it was inevitable. I just wish I knew who had such a hard-on for us that they programmed the sound bite.”

“Cowards, whoever they are. I’m going to find out who did it, and I’m going to nail them to the wall and make sure they never work in radio or anywhere else again.” My jaw clenches and releases, but she touches my face lightly, keeping me centered.

“I wonder if the FCC has a payment plan.” Ever the worrier. I run a finger between her furrowed brows, smoothing the wrinkled skin.

“I’d tell you not to worry about that anymore, but I have a feeling you’re going to be mad at me… again.”

“What did you do, James?” Casey must be in a better mood because her tone isn’t as accusatory or pissed as I expected. She sounds tired. It must be all the sex I used to exhaust her.

“It’s not so much what I did. I just made the company pay the fine—both directly and indirectly.” My wallet could use a little thinning out, and this girl is worth every hard-earned penny I have.