Ace's Key: Book 1 Page 9

  “I know just what you mean. Last night, when you sucked my cock off with the ice in your mouth, the sensitivity was so intense I saw stars when I came, and then when you swallowed the head of my cock, hmm…no words.”

  He helped me up and picked out a new piece of lingerie to wear from my selection. I’d discovered he loved black silk and lace.

  I still had the plug in my ass. It felt full, but not uncomfortable and left me ready for more play.

  * * *

  The dinner and wine were both amazing, and we ate while sitting on pillows around his coffee table. He’d replaced his jeans and shirt for a simple pair of navy blue silk pants. The doors to the patio were open, and the California evening air perfumed the room.

  “I’m going back with you tomorrow,” he said, rubbing the stubble on his chin.

  “What? I don’t understand. I thought you’d moved out here.”

  “That was the plan, but this is just a luxury rental. I do own a home in Plano, and Bluestone is still mine. My car and personal items can be shipped. I have a plane reserved to fly us home in the morning. I want you to move in with me.”

  I studied him. His eyes were dancing like they’d been invaded with fireflies, and his normally tight jaw was relaxed. Everything about him was relaxed. Obviously, the turmoil I’d witnessed earlier was about this decision.

  I found myself in my own confusion. “What are you saying? Up until now, you’ve clearly drawn a line about commitment. What is it you want?”

  The long pause before his answer told me he was choosing his words carefully. “Before you, I didn’t care if I saw a woman more than once. I didn’t care if she was married or with someone else. A woman was like a piece of fine clothing for me to appreciate, but not become attached to.”

  He pushed his plate back and pulled me into his lap. “I can’t imagine being away from you, and I’ll kill if another man touched you. I’m saying I care deeply for you, and I want us to be together…as a couple.”

  “Lucas, I, um…I don’t—”

  He shushed me with his finger on my lips. “Earlier you said, one moment at a time. I can do that until you trust me because now I believe everything is about trust. There’s so much you don’t know about me, and we need to explore everything about our past before we have a future. Keep your apartment. I’ll pay for your lease. Just come to my bed at night and let me love you.”

  “I love you,” I whispered before the tears escaped my eyes.

  He wiped them away with his thumbs, while he waited for my answer.

  “Okay,” I answered softly.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  The first week in his home was strange. He’d helped me move my clothes and personal items, but I didn’t feel comfortable giving up my lease…or taking his money, so I continued to pay my rent. Call it self-preservation or being skittish, but I wanted to be ready in case either of us got cold feet.

  He introduced me to his friends and business colleagues as his girlfriend. He didn’t know it, but every time he said it, I felt warm and gooey inside.

  After several weeks of living together, we’d spent every night and weekend together. I felt my love for him strengthening and sensed his possessiveness of me getting stronger.

  By this point, he’d share with me his love and loss of Niccola and the years spent in depression after her death. He made no excuses, rather apologies, for the way he’d behaved with other women and owned the problems he’d faced because of the way he had treated them.

  When the bar re-opened the following week, we celebrated with a private party and entertained as a couple in every way. Lucas kept his arm around me and always made certain he knew where I was, if it wasn’t right next to him. Claire, Mason, Ashley, and Sean came, as well as my parents. Francesca and Gavin attended, and I found them both quite lovely.

  I was totally stunned to see Lucas spend so much time with my parents, especially surprised when they made plans to return a few weeks later for a weekend visit.

  We were undressing for a quick shower before bed, when Lucas pulled me tightly to his chest and propped his chin on my head. I could see us in the bathroom mirror.

  “Francesca, Gavin, and I have come to a decision about Bluestone. The deal is off. They’re disappointed of course, but it’s where I met you, and I can’t see anyone else owning it. They agree and there’s no hard feelings.”

  “I liked them both, and I’m sad for them, but I’m happier for us.”

  “You realize what this means, don’t you?”

  “You’ll be busy a lot of nights?”

  He nodded, his eyes ablaze.

  “I think the bed upstairs is quite comfy, if I recall. I’ll wait for you at night there, when you’re working.”

  “Use your key to come and go.”

  “What key?”

  “The key I gave you the first night we met. It’s the key that opens the front entrance automatically, the private entrance, and also allows you to access the elevator.”

  “Ohmyheavens, I wondered what that was and also how things magically opened for me. I put it in my wallet and didn’t think any more about it.”

  “You didn’t get the note with it?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

  “No, I didn’t read the note. I took the card out quickly and stuffed it into my purse to avoid inquiring minds.” I laughed.

  “Babe, the note said you had the key to my place. Come anytime you want.” He led me into the shower and washed my hair.

  I loved it when he caressed me so sweetly. It was the simple things that caused me to purr for him.

  I washed his chest and the tightly formed muscles of his abdomen. As long as I lived, I didn’t think I’d ever tire of looking at the perfectly formed muscles that made up his sex v. I loved it when we went to the gym and worked out together.

  After our shower, I reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out the Clone-A-Willy kit we’d bought in California.

  “What is that?”

  “You remember the kit we bought to copy your dick?”

  He laughed so hard he couldn’t talk for a moment. “You still have it?”

  “This is it. I want to do it. If you’re going to be tied up at the bar until all hours of the night, I want to make certain I have a part of you to go to bed with.” I slowly traced the distance between his nipples before I bit each one of them playfully.

  He humored me, but I saw a smile grow on his face. He enjoyed it more than he was letting on. Besides, it would be an exact replica of his penis…with vibration. What more could I ask for?

  After we made the willy and left it to set up, I ran to the kitchen to get some ice water. Mr. Giordano knew exactly what I intended with him.

  Before I could slide down his body, he turned me around, so I hovered over him with my ass in the air. It was his favorite oral position, for us to be 69. There was something about him taking me that way that turned us both on. When my release came, I felt him slide his slippery finger into my rear entry. After which, he followed it with the anal beads.

  I joined him by his side as he held me, and we talked, gathering our breath. When he’d put the beads in me, I knew he wasn’t done.

  Each time he made love to me, it was always different. Sometimes slow and sweet with all the patience available; other times it was heated and needy. Even when I initiated sex, he always took over.

  He pulled a scarf out of the drawer and joined me on the bed. “Care to be blindfolded?” he asked as he held the silk in front of me.

  “Yum.”

  He secured it so I couldn’t see, and I was surprised by my reaction. The effect was different than that of just having the lights turned out.

  He tied my hands to the bed as well. Now, I knew why guys liked beds with posts.

  With the beads still in place, he pushed my knees to my chest. I felt the heaviness of his cock resting on my cleft as he pinched and thumbed my nipple before dragging his nail around in circles over my stomach.

 
He rubbed his cock at my opening, soaking in my juices from my recent climax. He thumbed my clit, and once again, I found myself on the edge of release.

  “Make me come, babe. Please”

  “When you do, I want you to scream and push out, okay?”

  “Yes.”

  He worked with my overly sensitive nub, and when he bit down on it, I screamed his name. At the same time, he pulled the beads out and shoved his cock deep inside my pussy in one swift plunge.

  Fuckamazin’! It was the most awesome feeling in the world. The orgasm curled through my toes and rippled all the way to my hair. He plunged a few more times deep in me before I felt his release flooding deep in my channel. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I thought surely I would pass out. I went completely limp and failed at gaining a deep breath.

  “God, baby, are you okay?”

  “Hmmm,” I moaned.

  He ripped the blindfold off and freed my hands. “Why didn’t you safe word?”

  “I didn’t need to. It felt too damn good.” I gave a partial laugh.

  “You went limp, and I thought you’d passed out.”

  “I almost did. When you pulled the beads at the exact moment you did, it was the most incredible feeling.”

  He lifted my torso off the bed and pulled me tight to his chest, running his hands down my hair in a soothing motion. “That scared the hell out of me. I don’t know what I’d do if I harmed you or lost you. I love you so much.”

  Everything stilled, and I absorbed what he’d said. I needed to see his eyes. I pushed back from his chest and searched them. I craved to see him say it.

  “Say it,” I asked softly.

  “I love you,” he said sweetly. His smile reached his eyes, and I knew then he really did.

  “Again?”

  “I love you, Mia Kennedy. You hold the key to my heart.”

  About the Author

  BEHIND THE WORDS

  I'm a Texan through and through.

  While I've lived in various parts of the state, Houston is home now, but Dallas is my favorite part of the state and Austin runs a close second. Let's hear it for the HORNS!

  The hubs and I enjoy having friends over and our place is kind of a hangout...of sorts. We cook and entertain together.

  I want my stories to excite the reader. I love it when readers reach out to me. I have several things planned for 2014. Up first will be my Bad Boys 'N Bars series. Don't let the title fool ya. This is about hook-ups people, not lock-ups! LOL. Book 2 is Booty Call and should be out in spring of 2014.

  I am also writing a novella for a HOT SUMMER NIGHTS anthology, working on another novella for THE MIDNIGHT SERIES anthology centered around New Orleans, a novella for a anthology called TROPHY CLUB and there's more to come in 2014 that I will be able to share soon.

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  Just Dessert

  Book 1

  The Decadent Series

  By

  Kelly Collins

  Chapter One

  “All you have to do is have dinner with him. He isn’t expecting anything else from you. He just needs a companion for the fundraiser tonight.” Emma looks at me with pleading eyes. “I’ve gone to several of these events with him and he has never been anything less than a gentleman. He keeps his professional life completely separated from his personal life.” Falling to her knees in front of me, she closes her eyes as if in prayer. “He is an impeccably groomed man—the type of male perfection you only find on the pages of magazines. He kind of reminds me of Alexander Skarsgård, although his eyes are a different color of blue and his hair is lighter. He’s a tall blond-haired, blue-eyed Viking. He’s harmless, Kat, in fact I think that he may be gay since he’s never been seen dating anyone.” Emma gets up from her knees and stands in front of me with her hands steepled in prayer. “Please, Kat,” she begs. “I really need you to do this for me. I’m overbooked tonight, and I can’t be with two men at the same time. We’ll be at the same event so if you feel uncomfortable in any way, I’ll be nearby. I asked Damon if he would mind the switch, and he assured me that it wouldn’t be a problem. Please help me out.” I look into her eyes as they silently plead her case. I know she would bail me out if I really needed her to, but this is extreme.

  “I don’t think I can do it, Em. I have no training as an escort.” I watch as her face falls a little. “That’s your thing, not mine. I have always known that someday you would get yourself into trouble, but I never thought it would involve me.”

  “You act as if I am asking you to prostitute yourself.” Her lips purse, and then relax. “I run a legitimate escort service. I’m not a hooker, Kat. I don’t sleep with my clients.” She rolls her eyes for a moment and then continues. “Well, that’s not altogether true. I slept with Mark, but, it was because I wanted to, not because he paid me to.”

  The thought of accompanying a complete stranger to an event terrifies me. My stomach feels like I’ve just crested the highest peak of a roller coaster and I’m beginning the descent. “Emma, you’re my best friend and I want to help you, but I don’t have the foggiest idea of how to behave in this type of situation.”

  Emma stops to consider my statement. I can only imagine how fast she is flipping through the Rolodex in her brain to come up with an example. Her eyes are looking north and her lips are scrunched up––this is her thinking face. Within seconds, her face lights up and I know that I’m in trouble. She has a way of coming up with the perfect scenario that will work in her best interest. “Remember when we went with your parents to the ballet? We dressed up, you in the pink dress and me in the light blue dress.” She is staring at me as if waiting for a light bulb to illuminate over my head in recognition. “Do you remember how we had to socialize with all of your dad’s clients before and after the event?”

  “Yes. I also remember that it was the most boring night of my life.”

  Smiling, she says, “This will be just like that night, except that you’ll like some of the people you meet, and you’ll make three hundred dollars. All you have to do is look pretty and smile.” She fluffs her hair and shows me her pearly whites. “You’ll also get to wear one of my fabulous formal gowns. Please say yes!” she begs.

  Emma is back on her knees in front of me pleading. I have such a soft spot for her. In spite of my fear, I agree to help. “Okay, just stand up and stop begging. I’ll help you out this one time, but I want to wear your red gown, and you have to do my hair. If the guy is a total creep––I’m leaving. What time do I have to be ready, and where do I need to go?”

  Jumping up and down, Emma dances around me. “Oh my God, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. He’ll be here to pick you up at seven o’clock. You are going to a hospital fundraiser. Damon is a benefactor. There will be live music and da
ncing afterwards.” Emma wraps me in a big hug. “Kat, I love you so much. You’re the best friend ever.”

  “I better not regret this, Emma. You’re going to owe me big for this one.” I give her my most intimidating look. “I’m heading to the shower, and when I come back, you better have my outfit ready. It’s almost six o’clock now and that gives me just over an hour to get ready.” I continue to talk as I walk to the bathroom. “You’re lucky that I had a mani-pedi yesterday. Otherwise I would need an outfit that goes with my boots and gloves.” Stopping, I turn to ask her a question that has been bouncing in my brain for a few minutes. “Why do I get this guy instead of the one that you’re escorting tonight?”

  Taking a deep breath, she answers me. “I know Damon will be a gentleman. The other guy is an unknown.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I have never accompanied him anywhere. I can’t imagine him being anything except nice, but since I don’t know him personally, I don’t feel comfortable having you escort him.” She waves her hand at me in a dismissive fashion. “Go take your shower, so I can get you all dolled up for the evening.”

  I shampoo my hair, shave my legs, and ready myself for “work.” My body wash smells of coconut and mango and makes me think of someplace exotic like Fiji. Wouldn’t it be nice to escape to someplace else for the night? A tropical island sounds good right now. I would love to be anywhere but here. I think about covering for Emma tonight, and the thought petrifies me. I am way out of my league. I don’t even date regularly. Who has time between work and school? My life is barely in balance, and tonight is going to tilt the scales toward pure chaos.

  ***

  “Oh my goodness, Kat, you look stunning.” Emma stands back and looks at me. Her scrutiny makes me nervous. She walks completely around me, smoothing my hair and wiping a smudge of mascara from under my eye. “Everything is just perfect,” she declares.