Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) Read online

  “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” His reply was soft, sexy, and seductive. “You know that skirt looked good on you this morning.” I could hear a door close in the background. “I took a picture of you while you were putting your hair up just to look at you all day.”

  “That sounds borderline stalker.” I laughed a little.

  “To be honest, I really wanted to lift it up and fuck you hard and fast. When I look at your picture, that’s all I can think about.” His words sent electricity flowing through my body straight to my core. I could feel my panties getting damp and as I thought about it more, I began breathing a little erratically.

  “Maya why are you quiet? Are you getting wet?”

  “I, I don’t know,” I stammered out.

  “Slip your fingers down there and tell me.”

  “Nicholas, no. I am at work.”

  “Maya, I’m stroking my cock at the sound of your voice and the sight of your picture. Surely, you can do this. You have to be my hands since I can’t touch you and feel for myself.” I decided to go along with our office rendezvous. I reached down and felt the wetness that was invading my panties.

  “Yes,” I whispered. I began to touch myself and rub on my clit harder as I could hear the sound of him moaning as he stroked his cock.

  “Fuck baby, I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

  “I can’t either, Nicholas.” I softly moaned his name as his heavy breathing was turning me on.

  “Yes, baby.”

  “What would you do if you were here in my office?”

  “For starters, I would sit in your chair and watch you unbutton that tight white shirt you have on so I could see those beautiful tits. Then I’d make you straddle me and I would take your nipples in my mouth and slowly suck on them like you like it.” I began rubbing my nipples as he talked about licking, sucking, and biting on them. All the things I liked. “Next I would stand you up and bend you over your desk, lift your skirt, and move your panties to the side and ram into you hard.” His words were lethal to my undoing.

  “Nick. Fuck, I’m coming.” I rubbed my clit until I reached my orgasm and I let out a moan that was almost audible outside my door. How does he do this to me? I could hear him muffle his sound as he reached his orgasm.

  “Fuck, Amaya. You fucking turn me on over the phone.”

  “You turn me on too. You speak to and command my body and it obeys.” I pulled my panties off as there was no need to keep them on as wet as they were.

  “Be sure to bring an overnight bag tonight because I’m not letting you go.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Bye.” We hung up and I was beyond spent. I took a few moments to gather my composure, grab my wipes out of my drawer, and clean up.

  Samantha knocked at my door and entered.

  “Are you okay? I thought I heard noises.” She had a sly grin on her face and I’m pretty sure she knew what was going on.

  “Not now, Samantha,” I replied.

  “What is going on between you two? You look like you got it bad. You’ve been goo-goo eyed all day. You are not focused, you are daydreaming, and you just let him phone fuck you. Is it that good?” I couldn’t look at her. Not only was I involved in a relationship, the one thing I swore off, but I was doing things I would never do, like phone sex.

  “Samantha, I have things on my mind that is all. I am focused, I may not seem like I’m paying attention, but I am. Hell, you know me; I tend to overanalyze things and will keep thinking of shit over and over and over in my mind until I put it to rest.”

  “Just relax and enjoy yourself. Lord knows you deserve it, all of it. Got any plans tonight? Wanna grab dinner?”

  “I actually do have plans. I’m having dinner with Mr. Hansen and he invited me to stay over.”

  “What? You stay away from home on a work night. That dick must be magical.” Ever since my childhood, I always had this Monday thru Friday five o’clock p.m. was all work, the fun came after.

  “Not exactly magical, but it can make me sing notes unheard of.”

  “I want full details tomorrow. I have to live through someone’s love life.” She said as she was leaving.

  “Good night, Samantha. Hugs and kisses?”

  “Hugs and kisses.”

  ****

  I drove home thinking about what happened in my office, what Samantha and I discussed, what Tabitha said over the phone, and I kept saying to myself how am I supposed to process all this? I took a deep breath and turned up the radio. I was singing along and enjoying the moment as the music uplifted me and took my mind off my internal battle. There were guys at the light who honked their horns and made catcalls, but I ignored them. I had only one man on my mind and I couldn’t wait to see him. I arrived at my place and grabbed an outfit for work, lingerie, and a little something special for Nicholas. I had a plan in mind, but depending on how the evening turned, it might not work.

  I arrived at his place but stayed in my car daydreaming about what I envisioned the evening would be like. Remembering his voice over the phone, and how it rendered so much passion and control within me that I did something I would have never thought of doing, was becoming arousing. I loved surrendering to him. My last relationship kept me in fear after he forced me to have sex with him until I finally left that man. Now I wanted to give myself to Nicholas, all of me. I was overthinking and began to feel unsure. I got out of my car, grabbed my things, and headed into the building.

  I waited for the doorman to buzz me in.

  “Good evening, miss. Whom are you visiting?” he asked.

  “Nicholas Hansen.” My reply was quiet but audible.

  “My, he's a busy young man today,” he replied as he picked up the phone to announce my arrival. That response made me wonder who had been by to see him. Was it Tabitha? Is she trying to get him back? I closed my eyes to clear the thought before I hurt myself jumping to conclusions.

  “Miss, you can go up now,” he announced.

  “Thank you,” I replied. I had pressed the button for the elevator when my phone rang.

  “Amaya Davis speaking.”

  “Hey. Open the door when you get up here. I have to take a quick shower.” My words escaped me as I processed what I was hearing.

  “Are you all right, Maya?” Panic had stricken me as I thought about what the doorman said and now he is taking a quick shower. I shook the feeling and thought off.

  “Sure. I uh, spaced out. I'm tired I guess. Work was really busy today.”

  “I'll help you relax when you get up here.” I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors to the elevator opened.

  “Stepping off the elevator now.”

  “Okay. The shower will be quick.”

  When I opened the door, a smile appeared on my face. A floral arrangement was on the table with a card attached with my name on it. I had to open it: “Congratulations!”

  I smiled at the gesture and my concerns were put at ease. It was a simple stargazer bouquet, another member of the lily family. I looked around at the table set up as if we were at a private restaurant. There was a bottle of wine chilling, two glasses, a salad plate, dinner plate, and the silverware. A tea light candle was in a centerpiece shaped like a lantern. There was soft jazz playing on his sound system and the lights were dim.

  “Maya, you look beautiful,” he said as he entered the room, catching me off guard. He walked over to me, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and took my things. My response was a simple smile.

  “Follow me,” he said. We went into his room and he showed me where my things would be. He had cleared a small space in his closet for me to hang my outfit and place my shoes. When I stepped out of the closet, he handed me a small present.

  “Open it.”

  “I don't know what to say.” I was excited when I opened the box and inside it was a Sonic toothbrush, Waterpik Flosser, and toothpaste. I laughed at the gift and he took pleasure in hearing how amused I was.

&
nbsp; “Thank you, I think.” I knew it was a stab at my dental hygiene quirks, but it was an expensive one.

  “I figured it beats having to pack a toothbrush. When you come over it'll already be here.”

  “Thank you. The thought is sweet and I appreciate it.” He leaned in and kissed me.

  “You're welcome.” His eyes locked in on mine, staring straight to the core of my body, and I was getting hot as he moved an errant piece of hair from my face. “Now come on, let's go eat.”

  We took our seats and he poured us a glass of wine.

  “Chef Nick, what did you prepare for us?”

  “I hope you like Italian,” he said as he headed to the server bar of the kitchen.

  “I love Italian.” He began placing the salad on the plates to start.

  “We have Caesar salad to start and then chicken parmesan for the main course.”

  “I love chicken parmesan.”

  “Really? Me too. I was hoping you liked it. I'm pretty good at making it. My mom taught me how when I was younger.”

  “Oh, you like to cook?” I asked, intrigued by his culinary skills.

  “Yes, but I bake better, though. It's one of my stress relievers.”

  “What are your other stress relievers?” Nicholas looked at me with that smile in his eyes.

  “Let’s say you haven't experienced it yet.” When I think about the time that we have spent together over the last weekend, I think to myself if I haven't seen it, I'm not sure if I want to.

  “What about you Maya, do you cook?”

  “Yes, I cook when I have time. I also bake. My mom was a caterer before she opened up her bakery, so we had to learn how to cook. Every Saturday, Mom would have us in the kitchen chopping and peeling or mixing and things stuck with me.” He looked at me seemingly intrigued and I felt like I was on the spot.

  “I would love for you to cook for me sometime.”

  “We can see about setting something up, Mr. Hansen. Maybe I can serve one of your favorites.”

  A faint smile appeared as he got up and walked over behind me and whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for the main course?” My knees got weak having his mouth that close to my neck and ear.

  “Yes, Nick, I'm ready.” I could hardly breathe with my hormones trying to start a battle.

  “Okay, sit here. I`ll be right back.” I felt a need for a shower after that exchange. His voice fucking impairs me and renders me helpless and his scent is intoxicating. He returned to the table with the main course and it looked good.

  “Mmm, this is amazing,” I said after taking a bite. “The chicken is seasoned perfectly and the sauce is robust. Simply marvelous.”

  “Thank you, baby. That means a lot to me since you are the first person—woman—I have cooked for. I have cooked for my family before, but that’s the extent of those who have tried it.”

  I smiled at his attempt to be humble. We continued our conversation over dinner while listening to the jazz music playing in the background. This was the most relaxed I had felt in a while and he made sure I was comfortable.

  “Are you finished?” Nicholas asked.

  “Yes, my plate is clean. That was a good meal.”

  “Thank you. Let me clear the table and straighten up the kitchen. You go in the living room and relax.”

  “No, Nick. Now I appreciate all of this, but at least let me help you in the kitchen.” I was being stubborn and would not take no for an answer. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to wait on me hand and foot to get my attention since he already had it. On that note, I got up and took the glasses to the kitchen since he already had the plates and began to clear off the table and counters.

  “Where do you keep your storage containers?”

  “They are in the cabinet above the dishwasher.” He was washing the pots and pans he had used and was loading the dishwasher. I reached above as he was bending over to place the plates in the bottom rack when he raised up and we were face to face. There was an electric spark charging between us and I could feel his hunger growing for me. We stood in silence for a moment until the water began to spill on the floor. He had left his glass dish under running water that had now filled beyond capacity.

  “Shit!” We broke the silence and hurried to clean the water up. We laughed in response to the awkwardness and continued our conversation. We talked more about our friends and the fact that each of them had been growing closer, especially Tia and Chris since she showed him a few properties, and he agreed to purchase one only if she helped him decorate it. She has spent the entire time over there and after Nick had shown me pictures of the house, not much decorating had been done.

  We finished in the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sat on the couch. He put his leg behind me and turned me so that I was leaning back on his chest. “What was your childhood like Nick?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation going because I knew sex wasn’t too far behind.

  “For starters, I was born.”

  “No, really?” I replied in the same funny tone that he was leading with, causing laughter to erupt from us.

  “No, seriously, I almost didn’t make it from what my parents told me. My mom had a difficult time with me. The cord was around my neck and she had to have a C-section.”

  “Oh no,” I said, my tone sad.

  “But, that wasn’t the worst.” He took off his shirt to show me the tattoo on his chest above his heart. I had seen it before, but never asked the story behind it. “I actually had a hole in my heart valve and had to go through various cardiologists as I grew up. They wanted to do surgery, but my mom was against it; total faith walker. But, after my fifth birthday, the hole had closed up and I didn’t need surgery. My mom and dad were happy and they decided to have Jaimie, my younger sister. I was the rare shot. My mom was told that she couldn’t have kids and then I showed up.” His eyes were full of love and happiness. My heart swelled at the sight of him and this peaceful moment.

  “Don’t you have an older brother?” I asked.

  “Yeah, um, Lance was a product of an affair my dad had.”

  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know and we don’t have to talk about it.” I felt embarrassed for asking that question.

  “It’s okay, Maya. We all are aware and we don’t try to cover it. My parents were married for about two years when the doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to conceive. My dad wanted a kid and that drove them apart a little.”

  “A little, huh,” I replied.

  “Needless to say, after that, they managed to work things out and my dad petitioned for full custody of Lance. My mom raised him as if he was her own. Four years later, their little miracle appeared—me.”

  “What a touching story. They must love each other. How long have they been together?”

  “Thirty-three years far.”

  “They seem so happy together.” I was thinking back to the announcement about Hansen signing us to be their marketing gurus and how they looked at each other.

  “They are. It’s sort of like I feel when I’m with you. In a blissful state of mind where nothing matters to me. Losing myself in your presence, in your beauty.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I wish I could explain to you why I feel this way around you, but I can’t. I just know I love this feeling. I’ve never been able to explain it ever. Even in college, I could never explain why you had this control over me.”

  I laughed inside knowing that’s how I felt about him. I looked up at him and his eyes had a glaze over them. I don’t know if it was the moment or the wine, but I wanted him now. I turned around, straddled him, and began kissing him, catching him off guard.

  “Maya, you are beautiful and smart and incredibly sexy. I just want to be with you. I want to experience all there is to know about you.” He reached down, moved my panties to the side, and slipped his fingers inside me. I rested my head on his shoulder as I began to grind against his fingers.

  “This right here, I love this,” he whispered in my ear as he nibble
d on my earlobe. I started kissing him feverishly as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy. I was drenched in his desire for me. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it back revealing my neck, which he couldn’t help but lick and suck on with an intensity undoubtedly leaving marks.

  “Nicholas,” I moaned in a tone inviting him to take me right now. He must be fluent in moan because before I knew it, he had thrust deep inside me. I gasped with pleasure with each thrust and my moans became louder. He placed his hand over my mouth to stifle my sounds of pleasure and I started to suck on his fingers, the same ones he had in me. I moaned at the taste of my sex, which made him grow harder.

  “Fuck, Maya, what are you doing to me?” he gritted out as I began to meet each thrust grinding down on him. Without warning, he exploded inside me holding his breath. I followed shortly after and bit him on his shoulder to stifle my sounds, which made him gasp.

  “Shit!” he whispered, obviously too spent to say it louder.

  I rested my head on his shoulder as we were still connected and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

  “Let’s go get in the shower,” I spoke softly in his ear. He turned his head and kissed me softly on my lips.

  “That sounds good. Whatever you want. Damn you rode the hell out of me. Let me see if I can even move.” His sarcasm was funny. At least, I hoped he was joking. He stood with me still in his arms and carried me to the shower. We stepped in, fully clothed, and he turned the water on, chilling us with the first start cold water, then it gradually warmed up as the steam began to build. We began to kiss slowly, taking our time to explore each other’s body as we undressed. Once we were fully naked, he backed me up against the shower wall, picked me up, and wrapped both my legs around his waist.

  “Don’t let go,” he commanded and suddenly rammed his delicious cock into my wet entrance and started making love to me. I held on as he thrust fast and hard while devouring my mouth to quiet my moans. My nails raked across his back as I braced for the impact that was sure to come. Our undoing occurred at the same time, which made it more powerful. We stared at each other for what felt like forever as the water continued to caress our bodies. No words, no motion, only taking in what is in front of us. I relaxed my grip on his waist and stood on my now jelly-like legs. We grabbed the body wash and began to wash each other, finishing our shower. When it was evident that we were done, he turned off the water and we stepped outside the shower onto the bath mat. He wrapped us in towels and led me to his bed, laying us down with me in his arms.