Lipstick Kisses : A Sexy, Standalone Contemporary Romance (4 page)

The night of the MOCA Gala has arrived. They have transformed the main exhibition area into a festive venue.

Gorgeous tables are set, and there is a live band playing.

Dinner is served, course after course, and it’s all delicious gourmet faire. No expense was spared on having the best caterers in LA.

The band starts playing
Let’s Get It On
by Marvin Gaye.

“Shall we dance?” Chandler asks, leaning in close to me.

“Yes, I would love to,” I reply.

We find our way onto the crowded dance floor. The lights are dim. It sets the romantic and sultry mood, and this song is so sensual. Chandler pulls me in close, his leg spreading mine. I close my eyes as we sway to Marvin Gaye’s amazing voice. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Being in Chandler’s arms has this effect on me.

“Are you having a good time?” Chandler whispers into my ear.

“Yes, thank you for being my date tonight,” I say.

“My pleasure,” he says smoothly. I press up closer against him and can feel his stiff manhood pressing against me. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“I can’t wait to get you back to your place later,” he says.

I’m aching for him tonight. This sensual music and him holding me so close leaves me aching between my legs for this man. I don’t think I can put it off much longer—the inevitable, us giving into our desire for each other. I don’t reply verbally. I just press myself harder into his steely shaft, and he gets my message. Yes, I am ready and willing tonight. I pull away slightly and give him the most seductive look. Immediately, his eyes become hooded.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says huskily, and I melt ever so slightly inside. I want this man badly, and I believe the feeling is mutual.

We make our way outside, and the valet runs to get my Maserati.

Chandler pulls me in close, and I want to hump my gorgeous man right here and now. I’m so aroused from that heated slow dance. He snakes his arm around me, and I sneak a rub of his cock beneath his suit jacket.

“Damn, girl, what’s gotten into you tonight?” he drawls out with a chuckle.

“I’m hoping you will get into me.”

He just gives me this killer look, like he loves it, but can’t believe I just said that. My car is brought around. He lets out a small laugh, with the sexiest grin, as he goes to open my door for me.

Chandler drives us home in my Maserati, because I think I’ve had one too many to drive. He looks smoking hot behind the wheel of my car.

“You’re tipsy, aren’t you, darling?” Chandler drawls out, sneaking a quick glance my way as he strokes my leg with his hand.

“Maybe a little.”

The drive back to my place feels like an eternity. He parks my car in the underground parking, and we ride the elevator up. I’m having trouble containing the humming inside my body.

Boy, I don’t know what’s gotten into Nikki tonight, but I like it. She’s going to let me finally have my way with her.

We get into her condo, and I pounce on her the minute the door closes.

Or maybe I should say she pounces on me like a tigress.

My lips crash onto hers in a heated and hungry kiss.

We devour each other as we make our way toward her bedroom.

We stop short of her four-poster bed.

Her hands reach for the buckle of my belt.

“Turn around,” I say as I reach for the zipper of her dress.

She lets the dress slip off her shoulders.

She’s a vision of sexiness in the hottest, tiniest red lace thong, and I admire her perfectly round ass. I cup and squeeze it with the palms of my hands.

“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I sweep her hair to the side so I can kiss the back of her neck.

Her body shivers, and I can feel goosebumps form on her arms.

I unhook her bra and reach around to cup her voluptuous breasts. She turns around and faces me.

“You’re overdressed,” she whispers, unbuttoning my dress shirt while piercing me with her lust-filled eyes.

I finish undoing my belt, slide my zipper down, and drop my trousers. I slide my dress shirt off.

“Get in bed and spread yourself open for me,” I command.

She steps out of her ruby red stiletto heels and crawls into bed wearing that hot little red lace thong, which barely covers her.

“God, you’re sexy, Nikki,” I murmur as I lie down next to her and take a nipple in my mouth. She has the most perfect tits imaginable.

Her hand lightly runs through my hair.

I skim her silky smooth, soft skin lightly with my fingertips, up and down her taut belly, and her nipples pebble. I slide a finger into her thong. I want to see how wet she is for me.

“So wet for me,” I whisper before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

My tigress bucks her hips into my fingers as I roll her sensitive bud between my fingers before I slide one into her slickness.

I crawl down and perch myself between her legs and look up at her as I feast on her.

Her head is thrown back into the pillow so I can’t see her expression, but I can see the rise and fall of her chest and hear her panting for me.

Once I’ve had my fill of her, I make my way back up her sinfully tight body and bite her lower lip.

“You ready for me?” I ask, taking my rigid shaft in my hand and sliding it across her wet fold.

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly, wrapping her sinful legs around me and pulling me into the haven between her thighs. The girl’s in heat.

I slowly sink into her, stretching her wide. God, she’s so tight and wet.

“Oh, Chandler, you’re a big boy. Go slow.” She groans as if she’s in some pain.

“Like this?” I ask. My voice sounds husky with need. I swivel my hips, slowly dipping in and out of her.

“Yessssssss,” she moans in pleasure this time.

“God, you feel amazing, baby,” I murmur close to her ear.

I know I’m not going to last long because of all these weeks of pent-up sexual frustration.

Now that I’m just where I’ve imagined being for weeks, I try desperately to make it last.

“Chandler, you’re so deep. It feels good,” Nikki says to me with eyes wide open, staring into mine.

That just about puts me over the edge. My climax is climbing as I pick up the pace and thrust hard one last time before I release my warmth deep inside her walls. She clenches around me as she cries out in pleasure.

***

This fine morning I have the pleasure of waking up in Nikki’s bed with her soft, warm body wrapped around me. I sure could get used to this. I’m in deep like with this girl. Deeply infatuated, you could say.

She’s still sleeping, her head resting on my chest. I don’t move. I stare up at the ceiling and relish holding her close to me.

She begins to stir.

“Good morning,” I say softly as I lightly stroke her arm.

“Good morning,” she says, rolling off me and stretching out her sinfully sexy body.

My eyes travel down to those perky and perfect tits of hers.

I know I need to enjoy her again this morning.

I finally let Chandler have his way with me, just as he predicted he would on the card he sent me with the lovely flowers.

I gaze down at Chandler, his exquisite face perched between my legs. I’m spread wide for him in anticipation.

He starts with a LICK.

Then a KISS.

Then a SUCK.

That puts me over the edge with a toe-curling, uncontrollable, body-quivering gasp of pleasure.

Why did I put him off for so long?

The man has one talented tongue, let me just say that.

He continues the assault. LICK. KISS. SUCK.

I’m fisting the sheets and gasping for air.

“Chandler, stop,” I moan.

“What’s wrong, Nikki?” he asks seductively.

“I’m dying,” I breathe out, trying to catch my breath.

“Dying for what?” he growls.

“You. Inside. Now,” I pant.

“Beg for it,” he commands.

I never have to beg. I won’t beg. My lips clamp shut tight.

“Beg for it,” he commands again before he dives his mouth into me.

“Please, Chandler.”

“Please what, Nikki?”

Damn him. I won’t beg again. I can barely get any air.

He starts crawling up my body, settling his hips, his cock, right at my entrance.

Teasing me.

Taunting me.

I’m desperate for him as I buck my hips up, trying to get him to slide in and satisfy the ache between my legs.

“Whoa, girl, easy there,” he purrs, as if taming a stallion.

He reaches down and glides the tip along my slick fold, torturing me longer.

How can he put off the pleasure?

“Sink into me, please,” I cry out in frustration.

He lets out a soft laugh, which turns into a grunt as he slides his gigantic cock all the way in.

My breath catches in my throat.

“What’s wrong, Nikki? Too big for you?”

“Yes, but oh, so satisfying,” I purr, like a satisfied kitty. He drives into me slowly, and my hips meet him thrust for thrust. Then I spread my legs wider, pulling him as my hands find his cute ass.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” I pant. I don’t hold back in the bedroom.

“God, you feel amazing, baby,” Chandler says.

This man knows how to work it. He knows his way around the female body.

“So wet for me,” he growls before rolling us over so now I’m on top.

“You want me to ride you now, Cowboy?”

“Yes, please do,” he says, like the gentleman he is.

“You’re a big boy,” I say as I slowly slide all the way down on him.

He doesn’t say anything as his hands run up and down my thighs. He’s looking up at me in the moonlight. His hands reach up and cup my breasts, lightly squeezing them, before his thumbs rake over my nipples.

“You’re beautiful,” he says to me in the darkness. Although he’s the beautiful one, I think to myself. I gaze down at his perfectly sculpted body and that perfectly handsome face of his.

I’m getting a blissful rhythm going, bearing my sweet nub down on him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I pant. I’m getting a work out as I ride my cowboy. I roll off him and lie on my back. I want him to do the work now—work at pleasing me.

He quickly rolls onto me and kisses me, almost tenderly.

“God, I feel like I’ve had to wait forever to have you,” he breathes out as he slides deep inside me. I can hear how slick I am for him. We both erupt and crash, our hearts beating frantically from our climax.

***

Monday morning, I drag myself into work after my heavenly date with Chandler. Now that we’ve consummated our relationship, I feel giddy and apprehensive all at once.

“So, how was the gala on Saturday?” Kelsey asks, bringing my morning coffee in to me.

“It was good. We had a good time. They had a great band and fabulous food.”

“So . . .” Kelsey asks, trying to get more out of me.

“So what?”

“Did you and Chandler, you know?” she asks.

I look away. I’ve never been one to share the details of my sex life with people. It seems so high school to me.

“You guys did, didn’t you?” she presses.

“Kelsey, I’d rather not say. Let’s get to work, shall we?”

“Was he as good as he looks like he would be?” Kelsey persists.

I hesitate before I answer her.

“Yes, the earth moved! Okay? Are you happy now?” I reply.

“I knew it! You are glowing this morning,” Kelsey exclaims, and I can’t help but laugh and indulge her.

“He has one talented tongue,” I say. I feel so naughty sharing.

“Oh my God, Nikki, you are one lucky girl. I envy you,” she gushes.

“Please don’t ever envy me.” I don’t like it when someone envies me or is jealous of me or competes with me.

“You’re going to keep seeing him, aren’t you?”

I shrug my shoulders. It’s not up to me. It’s up to him. We’ll see if he calls me this week or if it was a conquest thing for him. Now he will move on. I’m not sure about him. Honestly, the self-doubting, vulnerable side of me is afraid that now that I’ve slept with him and he got his roll in the sheets with me, he’ll be moving on to the next hottest model that catches his fancy.

I’m certainly not as beautiful as half of those models he works with on a daily basis, who seem more than willing to be with him. How can I possibly compete with those girls?

“Let’s just say I’m trying not to hold my breath on this one. I’m trying not to get my hopes up or have any kind of expectations when it comes to the sizzling hot Chandler Winslow,” I admit to Kelsey, and I think she gives me a look of pity.

“Kelsey, sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing with Chandler,” I sigh.

“Whatever it is, it feels good, right?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Well, yes, but that’s not the point,” I laugh.

“What is the point? You like him, he’s into you—literally. So what’s the problem?” she asks.

“He’s got this public persona, latest hot male model in LA. What’s he doing with me?”

“You are the LA
it
girl. You guys match perfectly.”

“No one takes us seriously as a couple,” I groan and look out the window of my office.

“So, what do you care? You’ve never cared what people thought before, so why start now?”

She’s right. I’ve always been independent in my thinking and the way I run my business. I go with my gut, not what someone tells me I should be doing. So why do I care what people think of Chandler and I as a couple? It should be none of my concern.

“My beauty doesn’t match or compare to those gorgeous models he’s always with day in and day out. It’s just a matter of time before he moves on to a prettier face. I’m afraid of getting too attached to him.” I open up to Kelsey, I always have. I can trust her and she always has my back. The best friend a girl could ask for.

“Nikki, you’re overthinking this. Just enjoy it while it lasts. No one said you have to marry the guy. Date, have a good time. Let yourself be happy,” she says encouragingly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Chandler says, walking into my office. This is a surprise. Hope he didn’t overhear Kelsey’s last sentence.

“Chandler, this is a surprise.”

“I was in the neighborhood for another shoot, and I thought I would surprise you,” he says, coming over and pulling me against his hard body and laying a kiss on my lips.

Kelsey stands there, taking us in, before she leaves my office without a word and closes the door.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asks.

“Of course I am.”

“Have you had lunch yet?” he asks, pulling me into his arms.

“No, but I have a lot of work to get through.”

“You have to eat, come on.”

We’re seated outside at a café down the street from Lipstick Kisses and it’s bustling today, but we manage to get a table right away. I’m a regular here.

“How did your shoot go today?” I ask after we’ve ordered.

“Kind of exhausting,” he replies, slumping in his chair.

“Who were you modeling with?” The little voice of jealousy rears its ugly head.

“Bella, actually, and a couple of other girls you don’t know.”

I stare at him blankly, remembering what I had admitted to Kelsey earlier, how one day, one of those pretty faces will turn his head, and this will all be over.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“You look funny.” Lovely, thanks for the compliment. No one wants to be told they look funny. Just what I needed to hear.

“So now I look funny?” I ask.

“No, no, not that. What are you thinking? You looked sad for a moment.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you jealous of the girls I model with?” he comes out and asks.

“No, but they are very pretty, aren’t they, and tempting, I’m sure.”

“If you like stick figures, maybe. They’re all way too skinny. Their bones jab into me,” he says with a shiver.

“Really now? And how does that happen?”

“You know how sometimes they ask us to pose, up close and personal?”

“Yeah, I know all too well,” I reply, looking down at my plate as I stab at my salad.

“Nikki, look at me. You have nothing to be jealous about. I’m crazy about you,” he says, his eyes filled with what appears to be sincerity.

I care about Chandler way more than I care to admit.
I’m crazy about you, too
, is what I’m thinking, but I won’t say it.

My broken engagement has left me so gun-shy, even though I was the one to end it. I’m always second-guessing every single guy. Wondering if he’s with me for the money. But with Chandler, that is not a concern. Money is not the concern, it’s other women.

My cellphone starts ringing, and I pick it up.

“I’m having lunch right now. Text me the address. I’ll meet you there at three o’clock,” I tell Jonathan before hanging up.

“Another house?” Chandler asks.

“Yes. I like this one. I want to look at it one more time before I make an offer.”

“Can I come?”

“Sure, if you want to. It’s got an amazing view, but the house itself needs a little work.”

After we finish lunch, we walk back to Lipstick Kisses and I toss Chandler the keys to my Maserati and he drives us to Malibu.

We pull up to the unassuming front of the house.

Once you walk through the front door, you’re hit with a breathtaking view of the endless blue Pacific Ocean.

“Wow,” Chandler says in awe. He loves the ocean.

“See what I mean?”

“You made it here,” Jonathan’s voice comes from the living room.

He eyes Chandler from head to toe, then looks at me with a strange expression. I try and ignore it.

“Jonathan, this is Chandler. Chandler, Jonathan Frost.”

They shake hands and exchange hellos.

Chandler doesn’t know I’ve been with Jonathan, but I’m sure Jonathan can tell that Chandler and I are sleeping together.

Chandler is very affectionate, and Jonathan notices every touch, every gesture between us as we roam through the house.

“The master bedroom has the best view,” Chandler says, taking me in his arms.

“I know, doesn’t it? I want to break out this wall and make it a large sliding glass door, opening to the balcony,” I tell Chandler as Jonathan stands back, listening.

The way Jonathan watches us makes me feel uncomfortable.

I pull away from Chandler abruptly, and he eyes me woundedly.

Once Chandler leaves the room to further explore the house, Jonathan walks up close to me.