Accidentally On Purpose Part 10

"I promise I won't try to force you to say what I know you feel," he grinned. "And I promise I won't try to take you out of your clothes. We'll just chill and watch the movies and eat some food."

"What movies?" I asked suspiciously.

"Lord of the Rings. I've never seen them."

"Seriously, do you live under a rock?"

I followed him to the living room where he produced three different menus. Why I didn't just leave after I got my explanation, I don't know. I asked that question aloud while we sat on the couch debating what to order.

"Because you love me," Kyle said with a wink.

This time I didn't object or give him a reproachful look. Instead, I chose buffalo wings and onion rings off of a menu and made myself comfortable on the couch.

Three long a.s.s movies, several buffalo wings and countless beers later, I was stretched out on Kyle's couch with my feet resting in his lap. The credits were rolling, but I wasn't moving. He was rubbing my feet and it was making me deliriously relaxed, and turning me on.

He held true to his word and didn't try to disrobe me all day, and didn't try to force his tongue down my throat. He kissed my cheek and the top of my head, rubbed my elbow when I hit it on the bathroom door and it was not not funny. He cracked jokes about hobbits, made fun of my obsession of Orlando Bloom, and listened intently when I compared the books to the movies. Now he was rubbing my feet and I wanted him to rub me in a few other places. funny. He cracked jokes about hobbits, made fun of my obsession of Orlando Bloom, and listened intently when I compared the books to the movies. Now he was rubbing my feet and I wanted him to rub me in a few other places.

I pulled my feet off of his lap and sat up.

"I love a good LOTR LOTR marathon," I yawned as I slipped on my shoes. marathon," I yawned as I slipped on my shoes.

"You don't have to leave," Kyle said, looking as l.u.s.tful as I felt.

"You know I do."

"I can take the couch, you can have my bed."

I stood up and stretched.

"We both know that won't work."

He followed me to the door.

"Why not?"

"You know why," I slipped into my jacket and opened the door.

"Tell me why," he said softly. He was grinning, so I knew that he knew why.

I bit my lip as I contemplated what I was about to do and say. I was going to say what he wanted to hear, but then I'd never get out of there. I wanted to kiss him, same end result.

I smiled and waved goodnight before walking away.

Good girl.

Chapter Fourteen

It was a busy work day the next day, leaving little time for casual conversation between me and Kyle. At least he wasn't being a d.i.c.k. He was actually scaring the staff, smiling and being polite. They didn't know what to make of it.

Later in the day my phone rang and I answered it without looking to see who it was.

"Sterling Corp, this is Emmy."

"h.e.l.lo, Emmy," Kyle said in a professional tone. "Mr. Kyle Sterling would like to know if you are available for dinner this evening."

"Dinner?"

"Yes, it's the meal after lunch but before dessert."

"Oh, that that meal." meal."

"Yes, that meal. Perhaps even a movie."

"Why? Is there another epic movie you have yet to see?"

"I was thinking we can see something you would be more interested in, like a chick flick. I can do a chic flick if necessary."

"Totally not necessary. I don't do chick flicks."

"Maybe I I like chic flicks. Maybe I am in the mood for some like chic flicks. Maybe I am in the mood for some Pretty Woman Pretty Woman or or Sense and Sensibility Sense and Sensibility."

"So you like getting in touch with your feminine side?"

"Do you think I have a feminine side?" He asked in a tone that made me squirm in my seat.

"No," I said. "So what movie did you have in mind?"

"How about a cla.s.sic? Like Weird Science."

"That hardly cla.s.sifies as a cla.s.sic. Why don't we decide later? I have Netflix, we can watch something off of there."

"And what about dinner?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"You."

I squirmed again.

"Behave or you'll be all alone tonight," I reprimanded.

"I'll bring something."

"Okay. Now hang up. I have a lot of work to do and I don't feel like hearing any s.h.i.+t from my boss."

"That guy's a douche."

"Douche excrement."

"Right. Later."

I hung up the phone and looked around to make sure no one had witnessed our conversation. Everyone seemed hard at work, but you never know...

Kyle walked out of his office a minute later. Our eyes locked and he found a smile reserved just for me that almost made me fall out of my chair.

We ended up watching a chick flick after Kyle found one hidden in my movie collection. Love Actually Love Actually is one of those movies I can watch repeatedly and never grow tired of. is one of those movies I can watch repeatedly and never grow tired of.

"I think you secretly love girly movies," I said to Kyle afterward.

We were sitting side by side and his arm was behind me across the back of the couch.

"I will never admit to any such thing."

"You probably have every Jane Austen movie hidden under your bed. I'm going to check next time I'm over."

"Do you plan on being near my bed?" He asked softly.

Fl.u.s.tered, I looked away.

"No," I said. My eyes focused on a small opening in the curtains. I jumped up and swept them wide open and stared.

Kyle was standing very close to me, also watching. It was snowing pretty hard, although the roads looked drivable.

"Check your phone," I said. "See how much we're getting."

"My phone is in my car," he said and slowly eased his hand into the front pocket of my tight jeans. I held my breath until he pulled out my phone.

"Wow. We're getting eighteen inches," he said after a minute.

"How do we keep missing the news on these things?" I shook my head.

"I heard it was going to snow, but I didn't know we were getting eighteen inches."

He slid the phone back into my pocket, but when he took his hand out, he moved it to my lower belly and closed the inches between us.

"I guess we're not going to work tomorrow," I said and then sighed when I felt his lips on my neck. "I'm glad I went food shopping," I said, my voice shaky.

He gently moved my hair and his kisses landed on the base of my neck, making my knees weak. I gripped onto the curtains for some balance. His hand that had rested on my belly slid down between my legs. I gasped and tensed up. How he was able to hit that spot through my jeans on one try, I didn't know.

"At least you...unhh...can beat the storm home...mmm...this time."

"I'm not going home unless you're coming with me," Kyle said huskily.

"Mmm...why is th-th-thaahh?"

"Because you're riding my hand," he whispered in my ear before flicking at the lobe with his tongue.

I couldn't deny it. I was grinding against his hand as if it were going to save my life. His other hand reached around and found a nipple through my tee s.h.i.+rt. My vision blurred and then I stopped seeing altogether when my head tilted back and my eyes rolled to the back of my skull. I climaxed so hard I almost tore the curtains down.

"I love hearing you c.u.m," Kyle whispered in my ear as his fingers expertly unb.u.t.toned my jeans. Before I could even recover from my o.r.g.a.s.m, his fingers were sliding into me. He forced my head back and kissed me while he fingered me to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

He carried me away from the window, not bothering to close the curtains. In seconds, he had my jeans and panties off and was pulling my s.h.i.+rt and bra up over my head. He planted his mouth over a nipple and nibbled, licked, and sucked me into a frenzy while he thumbed my engorged secret spot. I screamed out his name, begged him to make love to me.

Kyle undressed himself quickly, poised himself over me while I kept begging him.

"No," he said, and slipped in only a little bit before pulling out.

"Please," I whispered.

"I can't make love make love to someone who doesn't love me. I can to someone who doesn't love me. I can f.u.c.k f.u.c.k you," he slammed into me, making me cry out, but then he pulled out again. "So, which one do you want, baby? Hmm?" you," he slammed into me, making me cry out, but then he pulled out again. "So, which one do you want, baby? Hmm?"

I stared into his eyes. I knew this was more than l.u.s.t. I was risking everything with Luke for Kyle. I could have made him leave before this got started, but I really didn't want him to leave at all.

"I love you," I whispered. "You know I do."

He smiled. "Yeah, I know you do." He kissed me, and while I was wrapped up in his kiss, he slid inside of me and I melted into the couch.

Chapter Fifteen

"My G.o.d, I've missed you," Luke said, before kissing me.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he had literally just returned from his trip. He didn't even go home first. I found myself genuinely happy to see him, eager to hold him, and our first kiss after his absence was magical. I wondered if the experience had been lackl.u.s.ter, if I would have felt just as guilty.

The guilt was swimming through my veins, mingling with my strong feelings for Luke. I was practically choking on my guilt while he told me how much he missed me. He was on a cruise s.h.i.+p and on various islands, surrounded by gorgeous scantily clad women, missing me me, and I was playing house with Kyle.