Getting sexy: Obsession / Getting Some / Getting Even

“Did you hear me?” he asks.

“Um, yes.”

“So when can we get together?” Glenn asks, using that soft and seductive voice he always used to turn me on back when we were an item. Damn him.

“Who says I want to get together?” There is undoubtedly a coy quality to my voice though, and the thought of seeing Glenn is already turning me on. When we were together sexually, it was always explosive. That’s the kind of thing a woman doesn’t forget.

And considering I haven’t been laid in so long…

How inappropriate is that thought?

“You don’t want to see me?”

“Why would you want to see me?” So we can have a one-night fling like we did six years ago?

“I just do. You know.”

“No, I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from you in so long.”

“That’s exactly why I’m calling. To rectify that. Because it has been too long.”

“How long are you here for?”

“Till tomorrow afternoon.”

Yeah, another one-night fling. “I can always call you in the morning. We can get together for coffee. What’s a number I can reach you at?”

“Tomorrow?” he asks in that husky sexy voice again. “Why tomorrow? What are you doing now?”

“I’m going home and going to bed.”

“Alone?”

My breath catches. I can’t help thinking of my chat with Rhonda earlier, how I told her I wasn’t desperate. Right now, the fact that Glenn’s voice alone is turning me on, makes me think I’m a big fat liar.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Come see me. I’ve missed you,” he says, his voice an octave lower. “I really have.”

I don’t say anything. I don’t trust what might come out of my mouth. There’s a huge part of me that’s tempted to say yes—the part that wants to have sex with a man after such a long drought. But then there’s the other part—the part that knows having sex with an ex is always a dangerous thing.

“I need to see you tonight.”

My heart rate picks up speed. My body starts to tingle. Should I do this?

“Just come over. We’ll…talk.”

“Where exactly are you?” I ask.

“At the airport Marriott.” He pauses. “How fast can you get here?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“I’m in room 623.”

“All right, I’ll see you soon.”

I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. Then I gather my things and head out of the room.

Thirty-five minutes later, my stomach flutters as I knock on the door to Glenn’s hotel room. The entire drive here, I’ve debated what I’m doing. Because I know that walking into his hotel room at close to one in the morning means only one thing.

Sex.

And when it comes to Glenn—amazing sex. That’s pretty damn hard to resist.

What does he look like? I wonder. The same, different? The same, I’m sure. He probably hasn’t aged at—

The door swings open, and I reel backward in surprise. One look at Glenn and my heart stops. There he stands, six foot three inches of sinfully gorgeous man. Lean and muscular. He’s dressed in a ribbed undershirt and black jeans.

Shit, I was right. He looks exactly the same. Which is to say he’s still as scrumptious as he always was.

His eyes move over me as his lips pull in a grin. Those eyes. Those intense hazel eyes of his. The kind that with one sweeping look seem to undress you. They’ve always been my undoing.

And he smells so good. The light scent of his cologne drifts into my nose, and my body temperature starts to rise. Every amazing memory of Glenn floods my mind. He’s the one man who knew how to totally satisfy me in the bedroom.

Yeah, I’m desperate for a man.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

I clear my throat. “Glenn.”

“Mmm mmm mmm, Lishelle.”

I’m wearing an above-the-knee V-neck black dress—minus the tan jacket I wore on top of it when I was on camera. I know it’s hot. Glenn knows it, too.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask in a very straitlaced tone.

He holds the door open wide. “Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.”

I slowly walk into the room. Behind me, I hear the door close, and the bolt click. I close my eyes, count to three, then turn to face Glenn.

He’s walking toward me, and I can’t help but take in his incredibly sexy form. He heads straight toward me, and I tense, anticipating an embrace. But he stops before he reaches me and lifts two glasses of wine that have already been poured off the dresser.

He offers me a glass. I don’t take it right away.

“Take it,” he insists.

“Glenn, I came here to talk.”

His lips form a lopsided grin. “Do you really want me to believe that you don’t want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?”

My pussy explodes with heat. Damn him. How dare he know me so well?

I finally take the glass from him and down a liberal gulp. The crisp Chardonnay hits the spot.

But not the spot I know Glenn can hit so well…

Given the satisfied smirk on Glenn’s face, it’s obvious he can see in my eyes what I’m thinking. “I remember what you liked,” he tells me. “I remember everything.”

“Do you?” My voice is husky, seductive.

“Oh, yeah.”

He takes the wineglass from me and puts both down on the nearby dresser. He takes my hands and just holds them. Holds them and stares into my eyes.

“You look amazing,” he tells me.

“You look the same.”

“That good or bad?”

“You know it’s good.”

“Lishelle. Here we are, in the same room after all this time. It’s hard to believe.”

My nervous energy is killing me. I’d almost prefer that he rip my clothes off and screw me than make any kind of small talk.

He presses his mouth to my forehead, and it’s like I’ve been hit with an electrical charge. “I meant it when I said I’ve missed you,” he whispers.

“Glenn…” My voice is shaky.

“I want to touch you so badly.” His lips graze my cheeks.

“I don’t know where you’ve been,” I say. “It’s been almost six years.”

“I know, I know. You have nothing to worry about, but I’ve got condoms in any case.”

Still holding my hands, he urges my body closer to his as his lips move to the side of my neck. “Ooh, Lishelle.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then he’s pulling me into an embrace. I don’t resist, not one bit. I know why I came here, what he wants. What I want.

His lips come down on mine. I open my mouth to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle while our hands desperately touch each other, like we’ve both been waiting for this moment for the past six years.

Maybe I have. Because Lord knows I haven’t been able to forget the connection Glenn and I shared in the bedroom.

“Oh, baby.” His hands cover my ass and squeeze. “Damn, you still feel so good.”

I pull his vest out of his jeans. Slipping my hands beneath it, I sigh as I feel his warm skin.

“Feel me,” Glenn says in a raspy voice. “Feel how much I want you.”

I lower my hand to his crotch and stroke his erection through his jeans. It’s as hard as a slab of granite, and thick and long like I remember it.

“Damn you, Glenn. You know I can’t resist this.”

“I know something else you can’t resist.” He places a finger between my breasts and slowly trails it down my body. He keeps going, until he skims my vagina through my dress. His eyes are on me the entire time, even as he lowers himself onto his knees and pushes the dress up.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans, fingering the edge of my thigh-high stockings. “This look is so hot.”

He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, and I quiver. I grab his shoulders for balance as he kisses my other thigh, this time adding a flick of his tongue.

“Oh, shit,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

His lips move higher, as do his fingers. My legs damn near collapse when he kisses me through my panties.

I’ve wanted this for so long. A man’s hands on me. His fingers. His tongue. I want to stand here and spread my legs and be greedy. Let him feast on my nectar until I’ve come two or three times.

Glenn pushes the silk fabric of my panties aside and strokes my nub so gently, I ache from it. He strokes, looks. Strokes, looks again. But he doesn’t touch me the way he knows I want to be touched.

“I’ve missed looking at you like this. Up close and personal.”

“I forgot how much you like to tease.”

“I’m teasing you?”

I meet his eyes. “Hell, yeah. If you only knew how much I wanted your cock inside me right now.”

Now he slips a finger into me. “We’ll get there.”

I gasp as his finger enters me. Waves of pleasure overwhelm me.

“You’re so tight,” he says.

“It’s been a long time for me.”

He groans his pleasure at what I’ve said. Pushing his finger deeper inside me, he covers my nub with his tongue. It’s heat on heat. I dig my fingers into his skin and moan.

“You…like…that?” he asks, licking me gently between words.

“Fuck yeah.”

Still working his finger inside me, he takes my nub completely into his mouth and suckles. My legs tremble—I can barely stand.

Glenn pulls away from me to say, “Lie back on the bed.”

I whimper softly, both wanting his tongue on me fiercely, and not knowing how much of it I can stand.

Glenn’s hands guide me backward to the bed. As I lie down, he settles right between my thighs, burying his face in my pussy and inhaling. A grumbling sound escapes him. “You’re amazing, Lishelle. Fucking amazing.”

He spreads my folds for better access to my clitoris. And then he is licking and suckling and I think I am going to die from the pleasure. He eats me like he’s waited his whole life to do this.

My body grows tense, like a string that’s being pulled, and pulled, and is starting to fray at the edges and will pop any minute.

I raise my head to watch him. Watch as his tongue works its magic. His moans turn me on as much as the sound of his suckling.

“I’m close. Oh, God.” My breathing is faster now, frenzied. “Look at me.”

Glenn lifts his gaze to mine, and our eyes connect. As I watch and feel his mouth on me in this very intimate way, every part of me starts to tremble. My orgasm erupts from my center and spreads over me like hot lava. I arch my back, calling out, “Oh, Glenn! Oh my God! Oh my God…”

I’m still moaning when I hear the tear of a condom package, and by the time I look up, Glenn is moving over me. I catch a glimpse of his impressive cock before he settles between my thighs and anchors his arms behind my knees.

He enters me with one hard, deep thrust, and I gasp from the pleasure and shock of it. It’s been so long, I forgot how amazing that first moment is—the very first moment when a penis penetrates your vagina.

Glenn settles inside me—deep—and doesn’t move. “Fuck, Lishelle, you feel so good.”

“You feel amazing.”

Finally, he starts to move, his strokes slow and deep and painfully pleasurable. Every one of them makes me quiver. Our momentum builds until Glenn is driving into me so hard and so fast that I get light-headed from this sensory overload.

“I can’t take it, baby. Oh, Glenn…I’m coming…”

I arch my back and cry out as Glenn takes me over the edge one more time. I grip the bedspread with all my might.

And then he makes that familiar grunt-giggle sound he does when he’s coming. I squeeze my inner walls around him.

A moment later, his body collapses onto mine. Our slick bodies rub against each other as our hot breath mingles. It’s amazing how good I feel, how easily Glenn and I reconnected after all these years.

I trail the tip of my tongue along his jawline to his ear. “How do you always do this to me? Make me so damn hot? I swear, my pussy has your name on it.”

He kisses me. A smoldering kiss that makes it clear just how much I do belong to him.

“I could stay like this all night, buried inside you. I really could.”

“So could I,” I answer honestly.

And it’s not just about the sex with Glenn.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter how many other guys I might date, the moment I’m with Glenn again, I know where my heart is.

I’m in serious trouble.

Glenn and I fucked three more times during the night, each time as explosive and satisfying as the first. I’m not lying when I say no other man has ever loved me like Glenn has. His body speaks to mine on some primal level I can’t understand, but I’m powerless to resist him anytime we get together.

He knows this, of course. Knows that he can call me a year from now and I’ll be there for him. Knows that I’ll get on my knees and let him ram me from behind. That I’ll take him in my mouth and deep throat him the way he loves. That I’ll cancel everything for a two-day fuck session.

Last night was incredible, but this morning I’m having regrets. And to be totally honest, I’m a little pissed off with myself. I needed to get laid. Needed it badly, so why am I letting emotion cloud the issue? Why not take Glenn for what he is—a great fuck partner who can always get me off in the most incredible way—and leave it at that?

Who am I trying to kid? I know it’s not nearly that simple. Last night, getting caught up in a wave of heat and desire, I forgot how unsettling the morning after with Glenn can be. It was the same way six years ago. It was that way the few times we fell into bed in the months after our relationship ended. Because I’ve always cared deeply for Glenn, whether he’s been in my life or not. And every time I have him for only a brief moment, I’m devastated when he’s gone.

No matter how much I tell myself that I’ll be fine without him, and move on after having amazing sex, that’s just not true.

Beside me, he is silent and still. I snuggle my back against his front and sigh. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic, but I wish this moment would last forever. Us lying together like this. That there didn’t have to be a goodbye in the morning.

I’m surprised when Glenn links fingers with mine, because I thought he was sleeping. A moment later, he asks, “What are you thinking?”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I’m not. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I’m not sure you want to know,” I answer honestly.

“Try me.”

“You’re leaving soon. Let’s just…enjoy our last moments together.”

He kisses my shoulder. “You never know. I might be thinking the same thing as you.”

Now he’s gotten my attention. I turn my body, positioning my breasts against the hard wall of his chest. I wonder if he’s playing with my mind.

“You really want to know?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.”

“And you want me to be completely honest?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’m thinking that I don’t know how I let myself go here again with you. Not that I don’t enjoy fucking you, but what am I doing? We had our chance to make things work out, and it never did. Now I see you once in a blue moon, and my body craves yours like nothing else I’ve known, but what’s the point? What’s going to come of this?”

“A whole lot can come from this.”

“Yeah, sure. More great sex.” I roll my eyes. “Where have you been for the last six years, anyway?” Having tied the knot myself, I’d put Glenn out of my mind. “I thought I’d never see you again,” I continue. “That you’d finally gotten married or something.”

Glenn laughs heartily, amused by the idea. “No, not married. And why do you think I’m here with you now? It’s because I can never quite get you out of my mind. How much you turn me on. How great we were together.”

“Then why do you always call me when you’re in town for just one night or two? It’s obviously about the booty call. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s getting harder for me to face you the morning after.”

“Ouch.”

“No, listen. You wanted honesty, and I’m giving it to you.” I want to make Glenn see reason. “We can’t do this anymore, no matter how much I might want to.” Because you still have a part of my heart…

Maybe that’s why the sex is so good, and that’s why I haven’t exactly moved on. That’s why I always end up comparing other guys to you. Even the man I married.

“Lishelle—”

“I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you, but it hurts when you leave me. There. I said it. And that’s why we can’t get together for these trysts once in a blue moon anymore,” I say, unable to stop now. “I’ll be thirty-one in August. I have to find my Mr. Right and settle down.”

“Wow,” Glenn says slowly. “You certainly got a lot off your chest.”

“You wanted to know. And look, it’s not like we’re not friends, right? We can be honest with each other.” Despite myself, I run a finger down the center of his chest. “I just don’t want us to be friends who fuck each other anymore.”

“No?”

“Well…after today, I mean.” Shit, I’m already getting horny again.

Glenn moves his body so that he’s now on top of me. He surprises me with a soft kiss on the forehead. I was sure he was going to lock lips with me and leave me begging for him to make me come again.

“What if I said I didn’t want us to stop sleeping with each other?”

“Then I’d say you were being selfish and unfair to me. I don’t even know what you’re doing now. I know nothing about you.”

“I’m a pilot.”

Surprised at his announcement, my eyes meet his. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. All-American Air.”

“How—when—”

“While I was in L.A. waiting for my big break, I was taking flying lessons. I started, oh, about seven years ago. Then the big break never came. And here I am.”

I’m impressed. Really impressed. But I say, “A pilot. See—you could have a girlfriend in every city in the country. That’s exactly why this has to end.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend in every city in the country, but yeah, maybe I am a bit selfish like you said. But there’s a reason for that.”

“I can guess what that is.”

“Probably not.” He pauses. “I’m in love with you, lady.”

He’s looking right into my eyes as he says the words, a steady gaze that doesn’t waver.

I ask, “What did you say?” Can he be serious?

“It doesn’t matter where I go, or where I’ve been. I always end up right back here with you. Why do you think that is?”

“Because I’m an easy lay?”

He chuckles, and the warmth of his laugh fills my body. “I’m easy, too. But only with you.”

“Stop lying.”

“I swear.” His lips capture mine in a gentle, earnest kiss. “Honestly, Lishelle, why do you think I keep coming back to you? Six years have passed at this point. I could easily have moved on. I’ve met other women, sure, but no one can compare to you. I know now that I’ll never be able to get you out of my heart.”

Even though I don’t want it to, my heart starts to fill with hope. “You mean that?”

“Hell, yeah. So why don’t we stop playing around and get back together.”

“Get back togeth—”

“Start dating again. But this time, knowing that we’re headed on the path till death do us part.”

I eye Glenn cautiously. “I don’t understand.”

“Are you listening to me? I’m telling you I love you. I’ve been in love with you the whole time we’ve been apart. And I’m ready, babe. Ready to make it work between us.”

“Glenn.” I frame his face and arch my hips against him. “Oh, Glenn.” I kiss him deeply.

He breaks the kiss and asks, “Should I take that as a yes?”

“It took you long enough, you big jerk.”

I can’t believe the words that have come out of my mouth. I can’t believe what’s just happened. And so easily. But Glenn’s warm smile makes me feel entirely comfortable. Makes me feel this is right. That it’s finally our time.

“I know,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to have to make it up to me,” I tell him. “Right now.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist. “There’s only one punishment that’s fitting,” I tell him as his penis hardens against my stomach. “Do me, baby,” I whisper hotly in his ear. “Do me good.”

Chapter Seven

Claudia

I feel as if I’m going through hell with the wedding plans, and honestly, Adam isn’t helping. Before, I thought his I’m-a-man-I’m-totally-clueless routine was kind of cute, but right now it’s just plain aggravating. There’s still so much to do, and I need a break from it.

That’s why, as I approach the front door of Liaisons this Sunday morning, I feel a burst of happiness, knowing that I’m going to see my dearest friends.

Only Annelise is seated at our booth when I walk into the restaurant just before one o’clock. Every Sunday afternoon, Annelise, Lishelle and I have brunch at this restaurant in Buckhead, which serves the best brunch in the city as far as I’m concerned. We’re so regular, the hostess saves our table for us.

It’s a time for us to sit back, relax and catch up on each other’s week while enjoying great food. Even though we talk quite a bit during the week with each other, during our brunches we really get to let loose.

“Hey,” I say in a singsong voice as I reach the table. An-nelise shoots to her feet, a wide smile on her face. She gives me a long hug.

“How are you, hon?” she asks.

“Ugh, stressed. This wedding’s killing me.”

“I know the feeling. I’m stressed, too.”

“Oh?” I slink into the booth’s soft leather. “Your wedding plans giving you grief?”

“No.” She flashes a sugary smile. “But I’ve had a shitty week at work. Two customers canceled on me, and I was counting on that cash.”

“Oh no.”

“Lots to tell, but only after you get your first cup of coffee.”

“I was thinking more like a mimosa today.”

Annelise’s eyes light up. “Thank God. I didn’t want to be the only one.”

She raises a hand to flag down the waitress, and moments later, Sierra, a petite Asian woman, comes to our table.

“Hello, Claudia,” Sierra greets me. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” I tell her. “You?”

“Busy. Taking a summer course in physics.” She rolls her eyes. “What can I say?”

Despite the fact that Sierra has worked here as a waitress for the past two years, she’s studying to be a doctor. I’m impressed. And a little envious. I’ve always wanted to go to med school. My father is a top neurosurgeon, and the profession fascinates me. But despite my schooling, I knew I’d never pursue a career. That’s the way it is for a self-respecting society woman like myself. The average woman today doesn’t understand that concept, that a woman in my position doesn’t actually work outside the home. She supports her husband in his aspirations, does volunteer work for worthy causes, raises children, works the society circles. One day soon, Adam will be in the political arena, and I’ll need to be by his side. He’ll need a full-time wife to support him.

“Two mimosas,” Annelise is saying to the waitress when I tune back in to the conversation.

“Lishelle’s not coming?” Sierra asks.

“You’re right, make it three,” Annelise decides. “If she doesn’t show up anytime soon, I can always drink hers.” Annelise makes light of her statement with a smile, but I know she’s serious. Which means she really must have had a shitty week.

“Help yourself to the buffet whenever you’re ready,” Sierra tells us. And then she’s off to deal with more customers.

I glance at my watch. It’s now one-ten. “Have you heard from Lishelle?”

Annelise shakes her head. “But I assume she’s coming. I mean, she’d call if she weren’t—right?”

“Right. It’s just not like her. She’s usually the first one here.”

“She’s probably stuck in traffic.”

“Yeah, probably.” Sierra suddenly appears with a tray of drinks. “Wow, that was fast,” I tell her. Both Annelise and I sip our drinks, then Annelise looks up.

“Speak of the devil…”

I turn. There’s Lishelle, gliding toward the table.