She unzipped his trousers and ran her thumb across the tip. “So that article about your penis wasn’t an exaggeration.”
He groaned. “No, it wasn’t. I’m still not pleased about the whole world knowing about my well-endowed schlong.”
“Was that a humble brag?”
“There was nothing humble about it.” He grinned and stroked her nipple through the delicate material of her dress. “We’ll take things slow.”
Charisma stepped out of her dress and let it hit the floor, revealing a black lace bra and thong. Her full breasts were brimming out of the lingerie, and he couldn’t wait to taste them. Derek could barely concentrate
as he fumbled his wallet out of his pants pocket and fished out a condom. He sheathed himself with it. Then he pulled down the straps of her bra and held her breasts in his hands as he alternated sucking on each nipple. She tasted like apples and cinnamon. It was sweet and intoxicating. He ran his hand down her smooth stomach and fingered the waistband of the thong before he shoved the material
aside and thrust two fingers inside of her to get her ready for him. Her petite frame worried him. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted her so satisfied that she’d come back for more, not run for the hills because she couldn’t handle him.
Charisma stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. All he could think about was those perfect pouty lips wrapped around his tip, taking in as much of
him as possible. But there would be time for playful exploration later. Right now he was captivated by her moaning because he was playing with her clit. He picked up her by the waist and when Charisma wrapped her hips around him and sank down on him, taking him inside her, he thought he was going to lose it.
“Derek,” she groaned.
He continued thrusting repeatedly upward while she had
a vice-like grip on his neck. She felt so good. He wanted to go as deep as he could.
“Charisma,” Derek growled and thrust into her one more time before he climaxed.
As he held her body close to his, he knew he was in trouble, but for once he didn’t care.
* * *
The sound of Derek’s steady breathing and the feel of his arm draped across her belly should have
been comforting, but right now all Charisma wanted to do was flee. Their time together had been great, and the last few hours even better, but she was afraid about what it all meant. He looked so handsome, his tussled hair scattered against the pillow. He was a man in every sense of the word, right down to the silky, smooth chest hair that continued down his stomach and stopped at his navel. The
tattoo of the lion’s head on the left side of his back was pretty badass too. But he was too good to be true, and so was this wacky situation. Everyone knew the bad girl never got a good guy in the end.
Careful not to wake him, she eased out from under his arm and slipped on the shirt he was wearing earlier. Luckily Jared had spent the entire week with Autumn, so there was no danger of him
walking in on them. She continued to the spacious bathroom and took a long look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was all but gone. Normally, that would have sent her into a tailspin. So many times she’d slipped out of bed when she was with Lamont to put her face on before he awoke. She’d tried so hard to be perfect for him. To be what she thought he wanted in a
woman. She could have applied a fresh coat of fabulous for Derek, but she didn’t want to do that. It felt good to not be self-conscious about a man seeing her in her natural state. Derek looked at her like it was OK to be exactly who she was, warts in all.
She splashed some cold water on her face and reached for her toothbrush. Once she’d brushed and rinsed, she eased out of the bathroom
and headed for the huge living room area. Maybe watching television would calm down the butterflies in her stomach. She grabbed an apple juice from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. She checked her phone and saw that Elliot had indeed tagged her in that photo and it had garnered a slew of comments. It seemed like the world was divided about whether or not they made a good couple.
There were tons of mind-numbing movies on the menu, but nothing caught her eye. She continued channel-hopping until she found a DIY channel. Someone was renovating a brownstone with supposedly only a three-thousand dollar budget. Before she began working for Jared, she would have believed it, but now she laughed at the idea that it would take so little money.
Charisma balked as the host’s
assistant burst into the kitchen area boasting that she’d gotten a granite countertop and window treatments for next to nothing. “I don’t think so.”
“Charisma. What are you doing?”
She turned to see Derek standing by the bar. He’d slipped on his pants, but he was barefoot.
“Did I wake you? I’m a little restless. I thought I’d watch a movie or something.” Charisma bit her lip.
“Come back to bed.” He grabbed her hand and led her back into the bedroom. He removed his jeans, pulled back the cover and motioned for her to get in the bed. “My lovemaking has inspired many things, but boredom isn’t one of them. What’s going on?”
“It’s not that.” She didn’t want to tell him how the feel of his firm body pressed against hers was way too comfortable. “I haven’t been
intimate with anyone in a long time. I’m counting my time with Lamont. I hate to keep bringing his name up. I guess I’m still trying to purge him out of my system. It’s just that, I didn’t realize intimacy could be like this.”
She turned away, on the verge of tears, but Derek turned her back around to face him and pulled her close. The feel of his strong hand caressing her thigh felt so
good. And when he planted sweet kisses all over her face, that felt good too. Charisma angled her neck so he could get at that spot right behind her ear that, if touched in the right way, sent a shuddering sensation throughout her body. He caressed her nipples with his thumbs and gave each one loving attention, suckling and nipping just enough to please and not punish. He stroked her clit, winding
her body up again. Finally she pushed him down against the pillows, opened a condom, and sheathed him with it. She straddled him, and this time the rhythm was slower and more deliberate. The mania had been replaced with willful determination. Each time she rocked back onto him, she felt the connection of their souls.
Derek kept his eyes locked on her as she moved and enjoyed the contact
that only he could give her. When she readied for her climax, he came with her. The last thing she remembered when she fell asleep on top of him was that if this was love, she never wanted it to end. But just like everything in her life, she was afraid she would mess this up too.
* * *
Derek reached over for Charisma only to find her side of the bed empty. He wiped
the sleep out his eyes and looked around for her. She came bounding out of the bathroom, dressed in a half slip and a pink lace bra and grumbling about a pair of shoes.
“Where’s the fire?” He yawned.
“There’s no fire, but I’m liable to get
fired
if I don’t get my butt to Blake Enterprises within the hour.”
He couldn’t help but smile as she continued to zip around the room, putting
on jewelry and spritzing perfume on herself. They’d slept through the alarm, and she was already a half hour late for work. Jared had already called her cell a couple of times, and he knew she was worried Morgan and Seth would come over to check on her. Or worse, one of the kids.
“Come back to bed.” He grinned.
“Are you kidding me? I have no plausible reason to call out from work.”
“You do know you work for your cousin? He’s a really nice guy who would understand.”
She threw a pillow at him. “My relation to Jared is exactly why I have to be punctual and accurate. Being the boss’s cousin is almost worse than the lazy employee who does what she pleases because she’s sleeping with the boss.”
“I think the sleeping with the boss thing is worse.” He got out of
bed and stretched.
“Speaking of things.” She threw his boxer shorts at him. “You might want to cover that up.”
“Woman, we could spend the rest of the day having a really good time, but you insist on traipsing around Texas doing this ‘work’ thing.”
“Funny, you didn’t have a problem when we were tootling around for pleasure and you were flexing your history muscles.”
“Do
you want some breakfast at least? I saw some bread in the kitchen. I can make you some toast or something.” Derek put his arms around her and began kissing her neck.
“OK. A bagel.” She moved out of his grasp. “Toasted lightly with butter.”
Derek pulled on his boxers and went into the kitchen. This was not the way he’d imagined the morning going. Charisma had damn near exhausted him
last night, but he was ready for more. Much more. He popped the bagel into the toaster, then searched for the butter. He’d found some orange juice and some grapes.
“I called Jared and told him I overslept,” she said from the bedroom. “He was forgiving. I just need to be there in an hour so I can take notes in a meeting with J.J. and Bo.”
By the time Charisma came out, he had the table
set. He nearly choked on his juice when she saw her come out dressed in a sexy white dress.
“That’s kind of fancy for the office.”
She eyed him. “It’s a standard, respectable dress. You only think it’s sexy because you’re standing there with your penis at attention. I hope you didn’t use your appendage to butter my bagel.”
“I usually don’t butter my junk, but if that’s something
you’re into…”
“No.”
He held up the bagel for her to bite. “There. That wasn’t so bad.”
“Thanks, but I have to get on the road. Make sure you exit discreetly.”
“What? Are you ashamed of me?”
“No. But I don’t want people thinking things that aren’t true.” She shrugged. “This is a casual thing, right? I don’t want my family to think we’re like a couple or something.
It’s bad enough the media does it all the time.”
Derek didn’t know what to say. “I guess we’re not. But I thought it was worth exploring. Maybe over dinner later.”
“What’s to explore? Your image is taking a nosedive over allegations we’re together. Imagine if we had a bona fide relationship?”
His jaw ticked. “I don’t care about what people think. Neither should you.”
“I
really wish that were true. But take it from someone who’s played in the muck, it’s not that easy to get out.” She got on her tiptoes and kissed him.
“Charisma, this wasn’t a one-night thing for me,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
But she was already on her way out the door.
Charisma nearly jumped from a window trying to get out there. It was the hardest
thing she’d ever had to do, tell the man she’d just had earth-shattering sex with that she didn’t care about him. It was an utter lie. But she knew being in his life, in the long run, would be bad for him. For both of them. She needed to hit the brakes before her heart broke any further.
Morgan opened her front door as she approached the car. She feared she’d start crying if she opened her
mouth. She waved at her cousin, who glanced toward the front door of the guesthouse and saw Derek standing there. He looked angry. No, he looked disappointed, and she couldn’t blame him. She drove off hoping that he wouldn’t hate her.
She only wished she could make him understand. Her heart was too fragile to risk loving him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Five months later…
“And it’s the Pirates for the win!”
As the team celebrated their third win of the new season, Derek couldn’t seem to get excited about it. In fact, it was hard to get excited about anything since Charisma had walked out of his life back in Texas.
When they’d returned from Texas,
Charisma had gone to great lengths to avoid him. No matter what he tried, she artfully dodged his attempts to talk to her, citing that the best thing he could do was forget about her. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. He’d even requested some major changes that he’d known would prolong the project so he could have more time with her. That backfired because Jared eventually informed him that
he’d be overseeing the progress until it was complete. He didn’t want to give up, but he realized she needed some space. Still, there was no way they’d shared what they had shared together and she felt nothing. Even Morgan agreed, but he was at a loss for what to do.
After he got dressed that day she high-tailed it out of the guesthouse, he’d talked with Morgan in her kitchen for hours and
got a better understanding of the dynamic of their relationship. Morgan could have been bitter about a lot of things, but she wasn’t. She believed in Charisma’s wanting to change and applauded her for trying to redefine herself in the aftermath of her infamy. The fact that Charisma came to Texas not knowing where she stood and was willing to talk to her and Isabelle showed tremendous growth on
her part. Not many people gave her credit for that.
Sure, on the outside he was back to his old self, being charming and flirting with women at parties, but still he never allowed anything to go too far. He’d opted to skip his family reunion to avoid being grilled by well-meaning relatives about his complicated love life. He confided in his brother Alex about his feelings for Charisma and
that she didn’t want to give their relationship a chance. Alex applauded him for putting himself out there emotionally for the first time in his life, suggesting that maybe she’d run because she was scared, and that he should have faith in the feelings he had for Charisma. Something that special couldn’t easily be forgotten or dismissed.
He’d done everything he could to put Charisma Reed
out of his mind, but he couldn’t scrub his memory clean of her or that perfect night they spent together in Seth’s guesthouse. And worse, it appeared she was over him. A story about her and some basketball player was floating around in the media. He stopped at the part in the article where they were seen dining in some restaurant. He was ready to go kill the guy.
Now he stripped in the locker
room following the game and took a shower, oblivious to revelry of his teammates. They would go home to wives or girlfriends and celebrate with them, but he would go home alone, all for the sake of his public image. It pissed him off that they judged her and it disheartened him that she judged herself even harder.
He dried himself off and got dressed. The Slap Shot was still closed, but
he’d opened for the team after their games. He wouldn’t be going tonight. Right now he just wanted to go home and get some sleep.
“Great game, Popovich.” Andrew patted him on the back. “You were on fire tonight.”
“Thanks, man.”
“I see getting rid of all the drama in your personal life was just the thing you needed to get that focus back.”
“Yeah, who needs a relationship?”
he huffed and slammed his locker shut.
“Relationship?” His friend’s eyes narrowed. “You were serious about Phoebe?”
“Not Phoebe. Charisma.”
The chatter in the room went whisper-quiet.
“I thought that was just a fling.”
“No, it was more than that. It was…something else.”
“I didn’t know. I didn’t think—”
“Well, now you do.”
“We all know the drill around
here. Playing a professional sport attracts groupies and opportunists. We’re just looking out for you. The last thing you need is some woman using you, then getting all of your money in a divorce.”
“There are plenty of us in here who made horrible decisions about women. I knew a few of you should never have married the person you chose. But I kept my mouth shut before because it was none
of my business, as long as you were happy. So I appreciate your concern but back off.”
“I didn’t know.” Andrew shook his head. “Derek Popovich never gets sprung over a woman.”
“Well, things change. I’m growing up, finally.” He reached for his bag. “I’m out of here.”
“You’re not going to the Slap Shot tonight?” someone yelled after him.
“No, but my staff knows you’re coming.”
He dodged the media the best he could and drove off. He was done with letting the media and his friends dictate his love life. There had to be a way he could convince Charisma that they had a chance if they just talked to each other.
Unfortunately, she was avoiding him like the plague.
* * *
Charisma didn’t want to admit that, although she’d made the right
decision to distance herself from Derek, she hadn’t felt the same since she’d returned from Texas. The decision to remove herself from the Slap Shot’s renovation completion had been hard. She’d marched into Jared’s office and explained how she could still see the job through, but she didn’t want to work onsite any longer. There was no point in the bar suffering when everything was in place to bring
the final product together. But as far as Derek was concerned, she was off the assignment. She’d thought for sure Jared would say she had to follow through as part of her training, but he said he understood. Telling her boss she was avoiding a client was far easier than explaining to her grandmother that she wouldn’t be seeing Derek anymore. Grandma Reed tried to talk her out of it, saying there
was no honor in sacrificing her happiness with self-imposed penance.
Instead, Charisma focused on positive things like the classes she’d started and organizing her grandmother’s birthday party. She rounded up her cousins and her aunt Sydney to help in the planning, but she was extremely surprised when her mother asked if she could be of assistance.
Speaking of parties, there was one
she was still trying to avoid. Finally, after the workaround with the new changes Derek wanted, the renovation on the Slap Shot was complete and it was time to celebrate. Derek had invited everyone involved in the project, including Charisma, to the party.
She’d decided it was a bad idea to attend and was happy that Jared didn’t give her too much grief about not going. He said he was impressed
with her supervision and design input and that it was official: she would be taking classes with the goal of taking over the design division of the architectural firm. She hugged her cousin for the longest time, thanking him for having faith in her.
There were tons of nights of being comforted by her grandma. They ate ice cream together and watched television. She’d even tried to watch one
of Derek’s games, but she ended up turning it off. Seeing him hurt too much. Her aunt Sydney tried to cheer her up by keeping her busy with volunteer work for Reading Builds Bridges. It did help some, but it didn’t stop her from crying herself to sleep at night.
When Sydney called with an invite to lunch, she accepted. They ate and talked about her grandmother’s party. When she returned
to the office from lunch, she heard familiar laughter coming from the break room. She went to see what had everyone in such a jovial mood.
“Are we having a party and I wasn’t invited? I thought I put all the events on the schedule?” she yelled out as she approached.
She got the shock of her life when she entered the room and saw her grandmother. What on earth was Grandma doing at Reed
Designs?
“Hi, baby.” Her grandmother smiled at her.
“Grandma, what are you doing here? Is everything all right?” Charisma began to panic. She’d never seen her grandmother this far away from the house. Nightmarish scenarios flashed through her mind about what would make her travel so far when she could have easily called.
“Calm down.” Grandma Reed caressed her cheek. “Everything
is fine. I have a surprise for you and I didn’t want to wait until you came home.”
She let out a big sigh of relief. “It must be one heck of a surprise for you to come into the city.”
“I’d say it is.” Jared beamed.
“What is it? You know I have no patience.” She looked around the room. She didn’t see anything with a bow on it.
“Come on out. The suspense is killing her.”
Jared yelled.
Charisma’s heart stopped when she saw her brother Trevor turn the corner. Her little brother had changed a lot since she last saw him. She’d missed his trademark dimples and mischievous smile.
“Trevor!” She jumped into his arms and held on for dear life as he swung her around.
“Hey, Sis. It’s good to see you too.”
“Where have you been? You just dropped off
the face of the earth.” She sniffed.
“Everywhere. Nowhere.” He grinned. “Why don’t I tell you all about it over dinner? I’m going to go fix you and Grandma a meal that will knock your socks off.”
“There’s a gourmet market down the street that’s liable to have everything you need,” Jared replied.
“Good. I can pop on over and shop, then come back and get Grandma.”
She grabbed
his shirt. “Oh, no you don’t! I am not letting you out of my sight. You’ll leave again. I’m going with you.”
“OK.” He turned and looked at Jared and their grandmother. “I just have one request. If news spreads that I’m in town, the entire family will swoop down on me. Can we keep this between the four of us until tomorrow?”
Jared nodded. “Not a problem.”
“It’s good to be home.”
Trevor hugged her again.
Jared held out his arm for his grandmother. “I can give Grandma the grand tour of the office.”
Charisma linked arms with her brother. It was so good to have him back.
* * *
Charisma cleared the table while her grandmother continued to fawn over Trevor. He wasn’t forthcoming with where he’d been. So far he’d mentioned a few places,
but he didn’t seem like he’d lived in any one place for too long.
“I’m going to turn in early,” Grandma finally announced after a long evening of conversation.
“Grandma, you didn’t eat a second slice of cake.”
“You two need some alone time to catch up.” She kissed them both on the cheek. “Trevor Elijah Reed, I will never forgive you if you disappear again.”
“You have me
for a few days, Grandma. I promise to say a proper good-bye before I leave.”
“You better.” She pinched his cheek. “I made up the room next to your sister’s.”
“OK. Thanks.” He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.
Charisma and Trevor watched her until she made it up the stairs. Then Charisma went back to clearing, and Trevor helped, following her around like he had in the old
days. Once they were finished, they hunkered down on the couch.
“I guess Mom and Dad didn’t know you were visiting or they wouldn’t have taken that vacation they won to Atlantic City.” She sipped her port.
He shrugged. “Funny how coincidences work out that way.”
“Yes.” She glared at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Mom sent me an e-mail and said you needed me. She was sincere
and honest. For once it didn’t sound like some kind of ploy to lure me home.”
“She did?”
“Yeah.”
“Debra does have her moments.” She sighed. She knew it must have taken a lot for her to reach out to Trevor and not ask for anything in return. Maybe there was hope of having a relationship with her mother in the future.
“Dad still working all the time?”
“Avoidance is
his strong suit. When he’s not traveling for work, he’s laid up with a bad back.”
“How’s work?” he asked. “Jared says he loves working with you.”
“Work is great. I’ve been saving money since living with Grandma, and I’m taking classes on business and interior design.”
“Great to hear. So how’s your love life? Grandma couldn’t stop going on about that hockey player Derek Popovich
during our drive to the office. What happened with him?”
She hesitated. “He’s a nice guy, but he’s out of my league.”
“I don’t believe that for a second. You are beautiful and smart. Any man would be lucky to have you. Did he hurt you in some way when you spent time with him in Texas?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “Derek was a perfect gentleman. He was the first person in a long time
to look beneath the surface and see the real me. He didn’t take the things he’d heard about me at face value.”
“OK, he’s not a jerk. But is he good enough for you?”
“I think you have that backward.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”
“Things just didn’t work out. We’re too different. He’s a high-profile, rich athlete, and I don’t fit into that
world. I never did, no matter how hard I tried.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around. Especially to help you through that crap with Brayer. I’m just glad our family is looking out for you.”
“They really came through for me and supported me.”
“The Reeds look out for each other. No matter what.” He leaned toward her, fixing her with an intense stare. “Back to Derek. The most important
thing is how you feel about each other. How do you feel about him?”
“Like he was the
one
.” She sniffed and placed her head on her brother’s shoulder.
“It sounds like you’re chickening out. My sister never backed down from a challenge. Even if she were dead wrong, she still went full throttle and did it her way. You’ve lost your edge.”
“I had to lose it. Too many people got cut
on my edge.”
“I know that fire is still somewhere inside you. You just need the courage and wisdom to use it wisely this time around.” He nudged her. “I love you, Sis, and you are never alone. Don’t ever forget that. No matter where I am in the world, I am somewhere loving you.”
“I love you too.” Tears streamed down Charisma’s cheeks as she hugged her brother. This was getting downright
mushy. Her brother being home was a happy occasion. A time to celebrate.