The Billionaires Love Curves 2By: Cj Howard
Lacey looked up at Cole. His face had grown dark, there was still anger in his eyes but there was something more. It made Lacey uneasy.
“Look,” she said, “I've told you now, but I don't want to waste our evening worrying about Nate and what he thinks or what he says.”
Cole did not say a word, his head was lowered.
“Maybe we can go on somewhere,” Lacey continued. “Or maybe just go for a walk? It's a lovely evening. We should get out of here.”
“You're right. I'll get the bill. I've lost my appetite, too. I know what, how about I take you to a little place not far from here, I've heard good things about. Not one idle rich bastard in sight.” He laughed quietly. “We'll have a quiet drink and I hoped you could stay over at my place tonight?”
“I'd love that.”
For the next few hours they were able to forget about Nate and just got on with enjoying each other's company. They talked, held hands, enjoying each other's company as the night time crept in before they knew it.
The summer sun had disappeared and it was a little cooler than earlier and eventually they decided to walk back from the bar to Cole's penthouse apartment.
Lacey sat with her legs along the deep warm fabric of the sofa in the lounge. Three of the walls in the lounge were made of glass and an enormous deck stretched out beyond the window. The expansive view of the night sky was breathtaking. Lacey's hands were behind her head as she relaxed back against the cushions and took it all in.
Cole was over by the bar and he poured them both a brandy.
“Here,” he said, and handed Lacey a large brandy glass. She hooked her fingers around the stem and supported the large dome with her hand. Cole sat on the floor in front of the sofa. She stroked his hair as they drank in silence. In the quiet of the apartment, Lacey could sense that thoughts of Nate had filtered their way back into both hers and Cole's minds.
“Forget about him, Cole,” Lacey said. “It's you and me. I don't believe a single word he says about you. In fact, he hasn't said anything that's worth anything. Just by telling me not to trust you is not enough for me to take him seriously. He obviously has nothing worth saying and this is all just jealousy.”
“Exactly,” Cole reached forward and took Lacey's glass out of her hand. He placed it on the table beside her and lay alongside her on the sofa, snuggling up close.
Kissing her gently he ran his hands across the low cut top that had been tantalizing him all through their date. Her buxom figure was distraction enough for him, it was very easy for him to forget Nate's words with Lacey looking the way she did and being so close.
They were both overcome by a burning need to step up the feeling of wanting to be close, and there was only one way they could take the feeling further.
Cole pulled up the hemline of her dress and lowered her silky panties. With urgency, he lowered his pants, positioning himself on top of her, entered her willing body and thrust with an energy Lacey had longed for all night. They could forget everything and be totally lost in each other. Her long legs circled his body and she would not release them until they had both come to a point of satisfaction that left no words to be said and no negative thoughts to ponder over.
They had fallen asleep on the sofa and at some stage in the early hours were woken with the desire to make love again. With their clothes strewn across the lounge floor, they linked arms, their naked bodies blended as one as they walked quickly and quietly across the room to the bedroom.
The next day, Cole made breakfast as Lacey got ready for work. She emerged from the bedroom, looking stunning in a blue silk dress that came to just above her knees.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” Cole said. “All those curves of yours, I'm sure you must turn a few heads at work.” He pulled out a seat for her.
“I can't say I've noticed.”
Cole filled her plate with eggs.
“Well,” he said. “Someone did notice.”
“Oh, let's not talk about Nate, any more. Let's forget he exists.” Lacey reached for the coffee pot.
“Well, that's kinda hard to do when you work for the guy,” Cole said.
“I'll find a way,” Lacey said. “And so will you.” She poured some coffee for Cole.
“Well it doesn't have to be that way,” he said.
“What to do you mean?” Lacey asked.
“Think about it. If you didn't work for Nate anymore then you wouldn't have to worry about any of it.”
“I'm not worried. I just want to get on and do my job. One day the time will be right to move on.”
“But, why do you have to work there?” Cole raised an eyebrow.