31 comments/ 61511 views/ 75 favorites Only For One Night Ch. 01 By: avrgblkgrl He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving him. In spite of herself, she still did. "What does that mean? Are you 'in' love with her?" "Damn it Naomi," he exclaimed, frustrated, hitting the palm of his hand hard against the steering wheel. He was losing patience with her. "I don't think we need to be talking about her. She has nothing to do with us." "Then what should we be talking about," she whispered, her voice thick, low and strained from the weight of her emotions. "You'd think that she was your wife the way you protect her. Obviously, you talk to her about me. She knows every thing about me. Why shouldn't I know what my husband wants more than his family? I deserve to know." His jaw was clenched tight and the muscle at his temple pulsated. She used to think that was so sexy. When she was younger, she would gently kiss him there. She would lightly whisper in his ear to calm him down. Then, she would make it better--letting him use her body as he pleased till he was fully satiated. Now it only made her dive deeper into sadness. Her husband recoiled from her touch. "I guess I better go," she said holding the handle of the door. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin, staining the silk blouse that she wore. She would do anything for him to ask her to stay, or to just hear him say that he would see her later. He finally turned to her, raising one eyebrow. "Please do. I need to get to the office." He released the door locks. The sound seemed to echo through the small car. To her it was louder than even the rain outside. She was being dismissed. She opened the door and swung her legs out of the car. Standing on the sidewalk, she watched the Mercedes Coupe pull away from the curb and become lost in traffic. Her husband had not even thought to ask if she needed a ride home or when her car would be out of the shop. Thomas held the elevator door open for her as she approached. He thought she had one of the most sexiest walks. He felt an unusual rush of excitement at the opportunity of being alone with her in such a confined space. He was glad he had opted to take the general elevator and not chosen the private ones this morning. He did have to take care of some unfinished business before closing himself up within his own office. Seeing Naomi was an added plus. She was always a breath of fresh air, always smiling, always beautiful to him. He often sought her out on his rare tours of the office, casually glancing at her while she was working. Her self elected mentor, although indirectly, he monitored her progress closely. Thomas wanted to lead her out of mediation and move her toward litigation. She had a knack for it. Naomi just did not know it yet. He took pride in her successes. She was a smart woman. He respected that. "You're soaked," he uncharacteristically teased, noticing hard nipples under obvious lace, sheathed by wet silk. On more than one occasion he had detected how amazing her body was. It was never more apparent than now. Her skirt hugged her curves just right, not too tight or purposeful at all, but suggestive just the same. Immediately he regretted where his mind took him. Naomi smiled back up at him and said good morning. The smile did not reach her eyes though. Thomas could tell that she had been crying, even though her face was damp from the rain. There was no sparkle in those shining brown eyes. Usually her thick curly tresses fell loosely around her shoulders. It added to the soft, feminine edge she combined perfectly with her professional manner. It definitely appealed to him. Now, her raven hair was pulled back into a harsh bun at the nape of her neck. Her golden brown skin lacked its normal effervescent glow. Naomi looked thinner since the last time he had seen her and it was obvious in her face. Something tightened around his heart. "Are you okay," he asked, his voice firm yet soothing. "Of course, Mr. Eldeman," she answered politely. There was a little more strength in her voice, but he wasn't fooled. She expertly slid into her suit jacked, never dropping her stylish leather bag. "I thought we had this straightened out the last time we talked." The tone of his voice made Naomi look up. There it was, he thought. The life was back in her eyes, though not quite at full strength. "Excuse me," she said, confused. It was not often that a senior partner in the law firm addressed you out of personal concern. It was rare for someone in her position to be spoken to directly at all. Naomi knew she was one of the blessed few at her level to have had an opportunity to work directly with Thomas Eldeman on not one but a couple of occasions. It was a noticeable achievement. She knew him to be more casual than the older partners at times--especially more friendly to her at least in the presence of few. She however did not want this type of attention. She did not want him to think that her personal life was out of control or that she was one who took to crying when under stress. "You don't recall." Naomi simply looked at him, her mind fishing desperately to recall whatever it was he was speaking about. She was a stickler for detail, generally catching things that others missed. That skill doubled when it came to people. He smiled again, liking the fact that she met his look straight on and unblinking. The expression on her face, however, was giving her away. "I told you to call me Thomas." "Oh," she smiled that warm sweet smile that he remembered. It was the one that first caught his attention, the one that disarmed the opponent during negotiations and caused them to continuously underestimate her. It was not quite reflected in her eyes, yet closer than the last. "I'm sorry. Thomas." She returned her gaze to the floor. "Naomi," he questioned. She looked up. The way he said her name was not unfamiliar to her. It had caught and held her attention before with its intimacy and distinctiveness. No one said her name like him. She could not remember the last time her husband had said her complete name. He simply called her Nay, like so many others. She hated that. In one smooth movement that seemed too graceful for a man of his stature, Thomas stepped in front of her and pushed the button to halt the elevator. He pierced her with his steel grey eyes. He could see her chest rise just a little higher as she tried to control her breathing. There was no desire to embarrass her, just to let her know how serious he was. "Naomi," he asked gently again, "What's wrong?" When the alarm sounded, Naomi jumped slightly. Thomas' eyes never left hers. "Is there a problem?" an irritated voice came through a speaker. Damn, Thomas had almost forgotten about the security they had in the elevators. He knew where the camera was but did not bother to acknowledge it. He simply positioned himself between it and her. "This is Thomas Eldeman. I stopped the elevator." It was more of an implied command rather than a simple statement, in sharp contrast to the way he had just spoken to Naomi. "Sir let us know if you need any further assistance." The alarm was silenced. Thomas kept his voice purposefully low. "You can tell me now or you can tell me later. I honestly want to know. You are a part of my team, therefore under my care." The band around his heart loosened just a little when he saw her relax her shoulders. Naomi had felt a connection between herself and him when they had worked together before. There was something in the way he looked at her. At first it had been unnerving. There were times, however, when she searched it out for assurance. Thomas obviously appreciated her as a professional and made that clear to the ones that she worked with. Initially there was the expected display of jealousy from her peers. She was asked, point blank by a rival, who had she fucked. Eventually it dissipated, at least to her face. Even the ones who generally supervised her seemed to give her more autonomy. After working with him she had received a considerable pay increase with little fanfare and independently handed cases that carried more weight. However, during their first meeting, she was merely one of three assisting. The mediation team rarely roamed outside of their area, however in special cases they were called upon for advisement. A big money client originally wanted to merge his businesses with a rival company. Suddenly there were problems coming from the other side. They were stalling, that was obvious. Why, was not so obvious. This merger would bring in a lot of current and future money to the firm. After sitting in on one session, Naomi noticed a reaction on an opposing team member. Tell tale signs that things were not only being left out, but purposefully hidden. She made a query into the person's significance in the situation. Her curiosity led to one thing after another. She was an excellent researcher, finding the right people to answer the right questions. After presenting her discoveries to one of the more approachable leads, Naomi was upset that it seemed to be ignored. She felt like it was of major importance. Seeing an opening, she spoke out. Every eye at the table turned to her. She held fast, asking a few pointed questions. The lack of answers made it obvious where she was leading. The opposing council attempted to discredit her by questioning who exactly Naomi was. One of the key players vehemently made it clear that they did not answer to her. Another actually rose from his seat, indignant and indicating that they were all leaving. That is when Thomas Eldeman spoke for the first time during the entire negotiation. He directed his attention directly to the company's owner. "Mr. Harriston, if your hired help is finished posturing we can get down to business. Your first act, of course, would be to tell your leech to sit the fuck down and shut up. As a matter of fact, he may want go ahead and lay his bar association card on the table. I do plan on taking that before I'm done here, along with a few others." Apparently, Thomas had been on to something as well, but was missing a few pieces to the puzzle. These were pieces in which Naomi had uncovered out of pure curiosity. The picture was bigger than Naomi could have imagined. From that point on when Naomi was called upon, she could request her own assistant if need be. Thomas included her on the ground floor of a few situations. He did not volunteer why she was present and no one in the meetings questioned it. Sometimes she herself wondered why her presence had been requested. He often asked her opinion or had files delivered to her with a simple note. There were a few times when he requested her to come to his office. Behind closed doors, he was warm and often charming. Sometimes he would make a side remark that made it hard for her not to laugh. Business, however, was business. His eyes would harden and at times he was extremely blunt. Naomi would stand firm and proceed, refusing to be easily intimidated. Once, he had quieted with a strange look on his face. Naomi could not tell what he was thinking. Then from out of nowhere he told her that her husband was a lucky man. The sudden turns in his behavior could give a person whiplash. Then, things changed. He left to go overseas for a client, or so it was rumored. It was so sudden. A month later he returned and, to her, it was as if he had not known her at all. Now, she stood before him on the verge of a breakdown--holding on by a thread. Work was the only escape she truly had from her life. Here her mind was busy, precise and focused. She was Naomi Mitchell, up and rising third year associate. Now it seemed as if the two worlds were crashing together. "Naomi," he questioned again. "Is it the Stanley Hart mediations?" "No," she said. "That is on schedule and going well. I think by end of business next Wednesday every thing should be taken care of." Why he would be concerned about such a minor situation, she wondered. "You are good at what you do," he reassured, fighting the urge to touch her. "You know that don't you?" She was shocked that he had said that. It was absolutely unexpected. He continued to probe her with his eyes. "It's personal," she finally said. "Husband," he asked. There was no need for her to answer. Her eyes gave her away. He turned around and reached out to press the button. The elevator slightly jolted and began its ascent. He spoke just before the elevator doors opened. "I'd appreciate it if you stopped by my office this evening before you leave." Then he stepped out onto the accounting floor. The door closed before she had a chance to answer. Then again, she knew that it was not a request. This alarmed her. However, he had said she was doing a good job. Maybe something positive would come out of today. When she reached her floor, she told herself to pull it together. When the door opened, she took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Good morning Naomi," an associate greeted her smiling. "Good morning," Naomi smiled, and began her day. ---------------------- "Well, I really do appreciate this Mom," Naomi was saying into her cell. "You know you don't have to keep them for the entire weekend though." Trying to convince her mother to drop her two daughters off Saturday was a waste of time. Her mother had made her mind up that her only child needed a break. She hated Naomi's husband. From day one she had felt that he was selfish and not worthy of her only child. Naomi's mother wanted her to go to a spa or hang out with some girlfriends. Basically, she just wanted Naomi to concentrate on herself for a change. What she did not know is that without her kids, Naomi was lost. She had no friends and she had nothing to go home to. "What do you mean she wouldn't sign the papers," Thomas' voice boomed. Thomas' secretary was not at her desk. Something that Naomi found unusual. Thomas was notorious for working his people late. Rumor had it that he actually slept in the office. Nevertheless, his secretary's desk was tidy and it appeared she was gone for the evening. However, when Naomi stepped past the double doors of his office, the anger in his voice made her pause. She considered retreating. Earlier today she had overheard that he had fired two people on the accounting floor. It was said that Thomas had actually took one up by the collar and threw him into the elevator. Naomi could not imagine that, Thomas was way too professional for that behavior. Right now, the tone in his voice made her wonder. He definitely was strong enough to do it. His eyes immediately caught hers and froze her in place. "Tell her that I have no desire to speak with her, sign the papers or I will rescind the offer and she can make a way for herself. I'm finished." With that he hung up. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly. "Naomi," he said. Once again his voice was gentle. He checked his watch. "I'm starved." He smiled. See, whiplash. Naomi immediately knew she was dealing with the charming Mr. Eldeman by the wide smile he so openly displayed. From what she had heard about his father, they shared the same smile and beautiful eyes too. His father was an aggressive, legendary attorney and a legendary lover as well. He would smile and women would immediately drop their panties. They would just fall off. You would not know what hit you. Or, so the story goes. Thomas, although legendary in his own right as far as the practice was concerned, was either highly moral or pristinely discreet. He was truly a handsome man. At over six feet, he was more than just a little fit. From the way his tailored suits hung perfectly on his form, the way his broad shoulders led down to a tapered waist and the few looks she had of his tight ass, he was perfect. With his working schedule, Naomi wondered how in the world he found time to work out. His jaw line was strong, nose straight and lips... During long lonely nights, her dreams had drifted to him. Naomi licked her own succulent lips. She couldn't remember the last time she had been kissed. She used to think that her husband was the best kisser in the world, even though he really was not that crazy about it. The pain in her chest was returning; in a few minutes, she would begin to feel as if she could not breathe. Her marriage had crumbled into nothing right before her eyes. Thomas was immediately in front of her. He had watched the play of emotions cross her face. First, she was definitely looking him over with a playful look on her face and a sexy half smile. Then, she licked her lips with a dreamy look in her eyes, right before she shattered in front of him. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her body close to his. Naomi tried to pull away at first. There was no denying it though; this was exactly what she needed. Once she was in the security of his arms, she fell apart. She cried like she had not cried before, not even to her concerned mother or cheating husband. In the privacy of her own room, she was not even free to truly let go. Fear of the children hearing and becoming upset made her place her face into her pillow and try to control it. With Thomas' firm hands spread across her back and his soothing voice in her ear, Naomi just let go. A gate opened and every thing flowed through. She clung to Thomas. In his arms, she found comfort. Thomas would not hear of it. Having Naomi even think about taking a taxi home offended him dearly. Once in the car he had no problem convincing her to come have a drink with him, and possibly some food. He had actually been honest when he had confessed to being hungry. Naomi had to admit that she too was starved. Lately she had been forgetting to eat. He directed his driver to take them to The Renaissance. She was impressed, but expected nothing less of him. "They serve an excellent porterhouse," he whispered in her ear. -------------------- "So," Naomi teased, "it was a vacation." "I'd hardly call it that," Thomas returned, laying his napkin across his plate. "It was more like a slow grueling descent into hell." They had confided in each other, baring every humiliation of their now defunct unions. Or, at least Naomi bared herself and took in the details he cared to share. "Well," she conceded, "you did give it an honest shot. Really, scheduling time away from work so that the two of you could be alone was hard to do." "People grow apart," he added. "It happens." "It hurts," she whispered. He readjusted the sleeve at one wrist. Naomi admired the subtle style of his silver cuff links. He relaxed back into the comfortable leather of the booth as the waiter took their plates. "Yes," he exhaled deeply, "it does hurt at first. Time heals...other things help as well." He lifted up his glass of amber colored liquid before taking a drink. She held up hers and did the same. Then she almost choked. She ordered scotch because he ordered scotch. As much as she wished she could not get used to it, she would never be a drinker. Thomas laughed. "Not funny," she returned, trying to stifle her own giggles. "You should laugh more often." "Why," he asked, amused. She humped up her shoulders dismissively. "Thomas, are you ever completely relaxed?" "I'm not sure I know what you mean Naomi." There he goes with my name again, Naomi thought, enjoying it all the same. She took a smaller sip of her drink this time and was more successful. If she finished this one, she was definitely not going to ask for another. That would make three. She was already feeling quite warm. Only For One Night Ch. 01 "You are always so...crisp." He raised one eyebrow inquiringly. "Crisp?" He does have that drop your panties thing going on. "You're always so professional, never a wrinkle. Here it is, past my bed time at least, and you haven't even loosened your tie. You are always as cool as ever. You're never bothered. You don't sweat. I bet you don't even get ring around the collar." Thomas smiled that smile again. Naomi wondered what it would be like to have him hot and sweaty, naked against her skin. He smelled so good when she was in his arms earlier. His hands felt so nice rubbing up and down her back. They felt...capable...promising...safe. She had not felt safe in years. Thomas watched her for a moment, his smile slowly fading as an old ache came to the forefront. It was an ache that continued to grow with each smile, each look...of hers. He wanted her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her body...to make love to her slowly. The responsible adult in him knew that right now she was fragile, in need of his friendship and protection. Still the man in him wanted to crawl up in her arms, find his way deep within her body and lose himself. Maybe she wanted to lose herself too? They continued to just look at each other. Each saw the other for what they really were--just a man and just a woman, both weak in their own way. "Believe me," he said, his voice low and only for her, "I do get bothered." He leaned in. "As a matter of fact, I'm bothered right now." Thomas watched her face, attempting to gauge her reaction. Hoping. She suddenly looked so innocent sitting across from him, her doe-like brown eyes dropping to her hands as they played with the crystal glass When she dared look up, it was through long black lashes. "Are you?" He reached out and took her small, delicate hands into his. "Yes, I am." She liked his hands. His fingers were long, nails nicely trimmed. His skin was not rough from labor, nor soft and feminine. His palms hinted at his steely strength. Her hands looked amazing in his. "Naomi, stay with me," he asked. "Stay with me tonight?" He had not asked a woman for sex since he was in boarding school. It was offered, it was assumed and it was taken. Never did he plead for it. But, he wanted her. Thomas wanted her to surrender herself to him, even if it was only for one night. "Where?" she asked nervously. "My place," he said. "Here." "You live here?" she questioned in disbelief. "I have problems going home too," he mused. They watched each other for a moment more. Thomas gave her a small smile, pulled his hands away and straightened out his suit jacket. He drained his glass, then grabbed hers and drained it too. When he stood beside the table, he offered her his hand. "It's your call counselor." After a brief moment that seemed to stretch forever to Thomas, she placed her hand in his and stood, looking into his eyes. The grey was softer now, swirling with emotion. It was the same emotion swirling within her, stirring up that long forgotten feeling in the pit of her abdomen--a longing. "I want to stay." --------------------- Naomi watched him make his way around the elegant suite. Here she was in the penthouse at The Renaissance with someone who was soon to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the city, not to mention sexy as hell. Unbelievable. Suddenly she felt overwhelmed by even the thought of what was about to happen with this man. At this moment he was removing his jacket and laying it across a leather chair. He loosened his tie and let if fall down his chest. He undid the buttons of his white dress shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He turned to her as he removed his cuff links and sat them on a side table. "You're here now counselor," Thomas teased, making his way over to where she stood frozen. He lifted his hand, requesting her jacket and purse, tossing it in the seat of a couch. "We won't do anything that you don't want to do," he told her, gently raising her chin with his finger. "I'd be satisfied with just holding you." Thomas had not realized that he actually meant what he was saying until he heard his own voice. When she looked into his grey eyes she knew that he was telling her the truth. When he lowered his head to hers, she met him halfway. His kiss was gentle and unassuming at first. Naomi's luscious lips were so soft and sweet to Thomas that when she parted them to receive him, he could not help exploring. Ripe for a kiss so perfectly given, Naomi leaned her body into his unconsciously enjoying the play of his tongue. It was Thomas who pulled away first, smiling down at her. With one hand he entwined her fingers with his own and gently led her to the bedroom. After being led to a large bed, Naomi sat down. The beat of her heart was so loud, she was certain that he heard it too. It was going to happen; she was going to do this. Yet, she still could not believe it. When he knelt on his knees before her, her breath caught in her throat. In the muted light of the room, his eyes seemed darker but no less intense. Hers grew larger as he slipped off his shirt and let it slide to the floor. Naomi watched the play of muscles across his chest and arms as he moved. She had assumed correctly; he was even more amazing beneath the clothes, each muscle chiseled perfection. Thomas reached down and slipped off her heeled pumps. He ran his hands up the side of her legs, pulling her skirt up as they slipped over her firm thighs. She had shapely legs; he liked that. "Lay back," he whispered huskily. Naomi laid back and closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought. There was no need for her to feel guilty. After all, her husband had lied and left her for another woman. She deserved this, or so she reasoned. Thomas hooked his hand into the band of her panty hose and slid them down her legs and off her toes. Then his hands slowly retraced its path back up her legs, loving the feel of her skin. At the top of her thighs, he spread his hands inward. His thumbs slipping up under the leg of her panties and ran along the lips of her nether region. As his thumbs manipulated the area, he could feel her slick wetness He bathed his digit in it and made her sensitive nub even more firm. Naomi moaned and arched her back. The sound of her pleasure seemed to reverberate through his body, right down to the tip of his cock. Thomas fought the desire to rip off the thin lacy material between her thighs and latch on to her clit. Patience, he closed his eyes and whispered to himself. He had and wanted all night to enjoy her lovely body. He withdrew his hands. Naomi's eyes immediately flew open. "Sit up," he commanded. She rose up, resting on her hands and looking at him in a haze of confusion. For just a second she actually feared that maybe he had changed his mind. The power in his eyes was blazing. "Take off your shirt." The obvious control in his voice mesmerized her even more. Naomi straightened herself and obeyed, pulling the silk top over her head. As if in a trance, when he told her to remove her bra, she simply did without hesitation or further thought. However, the sudden predatory shift in his countenance, including the darkening of his grey eyes, made her cup her own breasts; her hands hardly able to cover their fullness. With a slight movement, he shook his head no. Something surged through Naomi and she dropped her hands to her side. Her breathing increased and breasts rose up and down. She started to tremble just a little, but it was not from fear. It was from expectation. After standing up, undoing his pants and removing the rest of his clothing Thomas Eldelman stood before her completely naked. He was not a young man any more, by any means. As a young man he was a natural athlete. Always the great competitor in every way, in his thirties he upheld his standard of exercise and diet. Now in his early 40's, he had no intentions of ever just letting himself go. His body was beautiful in every detail. She followed the center indention from his chest down to the sectioned muscles of his abdomen. The detail at his hips, where the muscles of his waist separated from the upper legs like an inverted letter 'u' curving into his groin, was impressive. Oh nothing was as beautiful as the glorious appendage that had flung free from its confines, hard like steel and unapologetic, pointing upward. The look of approval in her eyes just added to the desire he had for her. "Slide further up on the bed." Naomi tried to control her breathing as he now removed the only thing separating their bodies. Opening her legs with his hands, he squeezed her inner thighs. Once again his thumbs ran along her bare slit, separating her lips. Her body tensed. "Trust me," he whispered looking up into her eyes. "I have you." She felt the weight of him on the bed now and reached out to run her hands through his smooth dark hair. "I've never been with another man besides my husband, Thomas." Thomas gave her a smug smile before lowering his head, licking her with the flat of his tongue from that delicate piece of skin right below her opening to the tip of her clit. Whatever doubt Naomi had in her mind dissipated as her body took over and she lost all power of reason. Thomas had her round ass in the palm of his hands as he squeezed her cheeks and pressed his face further into her. His tongue was like magic. It moved slow and fast, up and down, around and around the nerve center of her body. At times he would settle on a spot just long enough to bring her on the edge of exploding. Then he would retreat, fucking her with his tongue and causing her pussy to spasm. When he sucked hard on her clit, pushing two of his fingers deep within her, fucking her with them, Naomi cried out. The feeling was heightened by the skilled use of his teeth. Something powerful coiled up within her and caused her to try and force his head away. She pulled at his hair. He held her firmly by the waist preventing her from sliding away. Naomi could not control the volume of her cries. Never once had she felt anything like this. It was too much. Her legs shook and her ass rose off of the bed. Just when she was sure she could not take anymore, he bent his finger just right and touched a special spot she did not even know existed within her. He drew deeply on her clit and strummed it with the tip of his tongue. The coil sprung. It was as if the whole room shook. Her entire body went spastic. Thomas smiled, satisfied that she had obviously experienced something new, as he worked his way up her body. Her recovery was slow and he soothed her with his words and kisses. It was as he had imagined. Naomi's body felt amazing in his hands, so soft and firm in all the right places. Her full hips curved into a small waist. She had two kids, he knew, but could hardly tell by looking at her taut belly, dipping his tongue into her inny. He kissed her there and let his tongue lead to the rise of her breast. The areolas of her breasts were dark. Her nipples were like delicious little pebbles against his tongue as he sucked them in eagerly between his teeth. Still feeling the affects of her climax, Naomi moaned. Her nipples were always so sensitive. Right now, her entire body seemed especially sensitive. Thomas was not always gentle. He both quieted and created a sweet aching. This wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure left her breathless and murmuring nonsense. He bit and sucked. She threw her head back in abandonment, giving him full access. By the time he took her lips, she was just as hungry as he was. The taste of her on his lips and tongue was intoxicating. It made her hunger for him even more. "Are you okay?" his silky voice whispered in her ear. She could feel him hard and hot against her stomach now, his cock feeling larger than it had even looked previously. Thomas adjusted himself and then ran his hand down the back of one lovely thigh. Placing his hand behind her knee, he raised her leg. "I'm going to make love to you now," he murmured against her lips. Naomi shocked herself by raising her leg up his arm and over his shoulder in reply. Thomas groaned. The head of his cock broke through and drove deep inside of her in one swift movement. "Thomas," she cried out, scratching her nails against the skin of his back. Her pussy stretched around his thick, engorged organ. With all his education and power over the written word, fuck was the only word Thomas could manage to say. The shock of him entering her in such a way had caused the walls of her pussy to clamp down on him. If Thomas did not get her to relax he definitely would not last. Stilling himself as he bottomed out was just as much for his benefit as hers. He had not meant to hurt her and hoped that he had not. By allowing her time to adjust to his length and girth also allowed him time to regain some control. "Naomi," he finally said. Her hair had long since become undone. Thomas smoothed it out of her face with one hand and pulled his head back to look into her eyes. All night, he reminded himself. She was his all night. Feeling him so deep inside of her and looking into his sexy eyes was enough to push Naomi over the edge. Thomas' hips began a slow rhythmic pace, pumping in and out of her. He would pull back, withdrawing almost to the tip and then descend. Naomi felt every centimeter of him leave and enter her. It was the ultimate torture. She held on to his tight ass, feeling it loosen and flex as he fucked her. Trying to force him to relent was hopeless. Thomas was in complete control. It was slipping fast. He increased the speed. At that angle, the friction against her clit was perfect as he pounded into the mouth of her cervix. Not like this, Naomi thought. Nothing had ever been like this. Thomas was so deep inside her, in places she had never felt. The bed seemed to melt away. There was nothing left but where his body touched hers. She was as a bundle of nerve endings firing, floating in the air. "Yes," he told her as she began to shake, "tell me how you feel." "I...I..." was all she could manage. Her climax violently surged from within her with even more intensity than before. As she rode out the wave of pleasure that wracked her body, Thomas slowed his pace. Tiny spasms shot through her, preventing her from completely touching ground. When he withdrew from her, Naomi groaned at the absence. The man felt so good. Thomas had to pull out. The way her tight pussy milked him was more than he could take. He was not ready to come just yet. Naomi was completely spent. Her body felt like Jell-O, light and heavy at the same time. When he flipped her over, she was helpless. On her stomach with her arms and chin over the side of the bed, he entered her. Using the edge of the bed as leverage, Thomas began to piston in an out of her. Naomi cried out, pressing her back into him. He rode her hard and she loved it. His roughness revived her and her body shook once more as she came. Thomas was relentless. The bed shuttered beneath them as his groin slapped into her sweet round behind. When she came her pussy gripped on to him like a vice and then began to milk him in rhythm with the beat of her heart. Or, was it his? He could not tell. He felt his sacks tighten and knew that there was nothing else he could do. He plunged deep one more time. "Fuck," he groaned out as he came, shooting his cum inside her. That moment seemed to last forever. The feeling of him drenching her insides with his thick, hot seed caused Naomi to come once more. Thomas smoothed her wild hair to the side and buried his face in the curve of her neck until he could catch his breath. When Thomas lifted himself from on top of her, Naomi felt the cool air against her sweaty body. She immediately missed the weight of him. Maybe she should gather her things and leave. Wasn't that what was done in these situations--one night stands. She was not sure. Suddenly smiling to herself, she could not help but think of what she had been missing being such a good girl, saving herself for marriage. Her body felt alive. It also felt incapable of moving. She did not hurt. No, she simply felt everywhere that he had been. It was an amazing feeling, but left her weak. Maybe he would want her to stay. Maybe? Thomas strolled back into the room, his magnificent body outlined by the light coming from what was apparently the bathroom. Naomi thought she must have dosed off. She rolled herself over. Her eyes were mere slits. She felt his hand go through her thick hair, smoothing it out of her face. He lifted her off of the bed and carried her into the huge bathroom. The bright light almost blinded her. He had run a steamy tub of water for her and sat her gently within it. "For how long do I have you?" he asked, sliding in behind her. Naomi smiled, settling into his arms. She leaned her head back against his chest. "How long do you want me?" She was only half teasing. His hands moved up to her firm breasts and he played with her stiff nipples. Electricity shot through her. Naomi wiggled her ass against him. Thomas knew what he wanted to say, yet he reminded himself that this woman was just crying over her husband this morning. Besides that, he knew that he had little to give when it came to relationships. Naomi was the relationship kind of woman. He was not a relationship kind of man. Only For One Night Ch. 02 Note: If you have not read Chapter 1, I strongly advise it. Don't forget to comment and vote please. ~AvrgBlkGrl --------------------- Naomi arched her back, stretching her naked body out across the bed relishing the feel of fine Egyptian cotton against her overly sensitive skin, missing the feel of Thomas. She could see the time on the clock beside the bed and groaned like a spoiled child. She had called twice Saturday and earlier today to check on her girls. Missing them, however, did not lesson her desire to stay right where she was. How long had it been since her body felt this good? It was perhaps too long and maybe never. But, she knew that she needed to think about going home soon. She would have to force herself to get up, shower and dress. They had licked and sucked and fucked all night, then all day and then all night again. She laughed at her own choice of words. Fucked, she whispered to herself like a child with a new word. Every time they thought of separating their bodies and actually doing something else, they failed. Their earlier attempt at a shower together resulted in Thomas taking Naomi fast and hard against the shower wall. The steam in the bathroom was thick. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, arms around his neck. She took his forceful cock as it plunged into her and then she took it once again; over and over again he pummeled her. And, she wanted it. He held her close as he bit and sucked the flesh at the curve of her neck. Finally her channel convulsed and clenched on his phallus. They both made their sounds of triumph. She shrieked at fulfillment and emitted a throaty growl when he felt his release. He filled her with so much of his cum that it crawled down her inner thigh. There was an attempt to go out for food yesterday. That resulted in Thomas taking her slow and steady from behind as she bent her naked body over the arm of a couch. This time, his lovemaking had been slow and measured. He was so gentle. His cock had moved in her, rubbing all the right places in a rocking motion, creating smooth rhythm. His strong hands would stretch out and the palms moved from the base of her back to her neck. He would place his hands on her shoulders, easing her against him each time he pushed forward. The push and pull slightly lifted her feet of the floor. Her back arched from the force of her climax as she came. Her pussy grabbed at him and milked him so thoroughly. Naomi had awakened this morning to the delicious feel of Thomas' lips suckling her breast. Her eyes had eased open and her fingers slid through his dark hair. She shuddered just before he rose up on his knees and supported himself with his hands on either side of her. Thomas looked up with those clear grey eyes, smiling devilishly back at her. Her eyes slid down the front of his body to the hard, angry head of his cock—large and demanding. He moved downward laying kisses across her torso. Muscles in his shoulders shifted as he ran his hands unhurriedly up and down the sides of her naked body. She shivered as he bit the flesh at the inside of her thighs. A warm tongue licked the length of her slit, stopping to flick her clit. Moaning sounds escaped her. Opening her labia, his tongue dipped inside her, stimulating her further. The flat of his tongue dragged from her opening to her clit once more. He swirled his tongue around it then sucked it between his lips. The suction caused her to raise her butt off the bed. When he repeatedly flicked her clit, Naomi shuddered. She was about to burst open with pleasure. Then, he stopped and she protested. "Oh Thomas," she moaned. He crawled up her body and hovered over her. They kissed. Naomi tasted herself on his lips and tongue as his impressive cock slid inside her. A play of muscles lay beneath her hands as he bowed his back to push himself in her, bottoming out; then, arching as he suctioned out. She would feel his firm ass flexing as well. Naomi knew then that she could never get enough of this man. Her body was his. Thomas molded, stretched and shaped her with his strong hands and perfect cock. Naomi was pliable, not just in form but in spirit too. She seemed to just melt into him and yet open and expand all at the same time. He made her body plead with want and demand. With every appeasement, she whispered yes in disbelief and pure satisfaction. Her pussy was still pulsating with pleasure. She should be exhausted but she was not. It was as if someone had shot her full of some illegal stimulant. The culprit was obviously Thomas. That thought made her laugh out loud. He had definitely shot her full of something alright. The man seemed to have an endless supply of it. It infused her with energy and exhausted her at the same time. She felt light and young, almost giddy. Naomi's smile was wide. "It's rude to have so much fun and not share." Thomas' voice broke into her thoughts. He was wearing a dark open collared dress shirt that fitted him perfectly and a pair of slacks. This, to Thomas, was most likely considered casual weekend attire. He was so fine she thought. Naomi's smile deepened. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he lowered himself in front of her. Naomi looked deep into those fascinating eyes of his. Her fingers smoothed over his brow and ran down the side of his freshly shaven face. Touching him seemed like such a natural thing. "I do believe that you are already quite aware of what has me smiling and my ability to share," she said, leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips. Thomas liked that about her, the way she felt the need to touch and kiss him. He liked the way she was looking at him right now. There was a word for it. It was on the tip of tongue, but he just could not think of it. Then it hit him. Sweetness, he thought. Not, per say, the innocent sweetness often associated with youth or inexperience. Naomi was definitely a woman of many talents and quite aware of how the world worked. When she looked at him, like right now, the look in her eyes was unclouded by agenda or expectation. There was no ulterior motive. It was honest and uncomplicated. Sweet. He could not recall looking into a woman's eyes and ever thinking that before. "What?" she asked grinning. He had such a strange look on his handsome face. "I want..." he hesitated, and then changed his mind. "I wish you didn't have to leave so early. We could maybe have dinner." Naomi kissed him again, letting her lips linger and her tongue taste him. There was something in the way he spoke that touched her heart. She wanted to stay more than anything, to stay in this cocoon that he had created for her. It was warm and soothing, safe and stimulating. However, reality called. She had a life, as unfortunate and tedious as some of it was to return to. Knowing that he wanted her to stay was icing on an already delectable cake. To have a man like Thomas Edelman's desire was more than she could have imagined for herself. "We were supposed to go somewhere nice to eat yesterday. Remember?" she laughed in an attempt to lessen the effect he had on her. Thomas smiled this time, claiming her lips. The kiss reassured her that he had forgotten nothing. "No," she moaned, pressing her hands against his hard chest and then curling them around his collar. "The day is almost gone. I have to spend some time with my babies before they go to bed." Thomas slid his fingers through her curls and cupped the back of her head, pulling her lips firmly to his. He understood; but right now, he was a selfish man. He did have to admit that her dedication to her kids only increased his hunger for her. It made her all the more unique in his eyes. His intention was to give her just one more piece of evidence to support just how much he wished she would stay. He parted her legs. *************************** Thomas' driver pulled into the driveway of the Mitchell home and let the engine hum. Thomas had been watching her. She was so beautiful, makeup free and her thick spiraled curls wild. Naomi smiled on the entire ride. Thomas liked seeing her smile, watching her cheeks rise and her full lips spread. Naomi had little dimples that only formed when she sincerely smiled. Her nose crinkled ever so slightly too. It was most likely something that was indiscernible to most people. It reminded Thomas of something. It reminded him of when she was about to come for him. Naomi's lovely heart shaped lips formed that perfect O and her nose crinkled as her breath caught. She drew her eyebrows together and the most erotic humming sound escaped from the back of her throat. Thomas' body let out an internal groan at just the thought. His cock was starting to ache. In an effort to redirect his thoughts, Thomas took her hand and brought the inside of her wrist to his lips. "I can't begin to tell you how much I've enjoyed you," he told her in earnest. His voice was deep and smooth. His lips were soft and firm against her pulse. Naomi blushed with warmth. It spread through her and gathered at the meeting of her thighs. She wanted to tell him thank you. But, how would one say it. "Thank you boss for giving me the best sex I've ever had." That would somehow cheapen what they shared. Thomas was giving her the sexiest look. His grey eyes were gentle, yet penetrating at the same time. "Panty dropping", Naomi thought to herself and sucked in her bottom lip. She remembered something. "I'm telling you this so that you won't think that I'm some cheap tease," she began to explain nervously. Thomas lifted one eyebrow inquiringly, trying not to laugh. The look on her face was priceless. "I couldn't find my panties." Thomas' thick laughter filled the silent car. "Now Thomas, I don't want you to run across them," she paused, "or maybe someone else and you think..." Thomas held up his hand, halting her. "I'll think how lucky I am to have something to remember you by." Naomi gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. The man she had thought exemplified stoicism had quite the sense of humor. Naomi laughed. And then, she let the tips of her fingers run across the show of grey above his ear. The thought that this may be last time she had to touch him intimately made her suddenly sad. "Naomi," he said in that unique way that made her quiver. Thomas exhaled in frustration, reaching out to touch her chin and letting his thumb run across her bottom lip. She made him want to bury himself deep within her once more. It was the only way that he could think of to satisfy the urge she created within him. My God, Naomi thought as her heart began to beat. Closing her eyes, she let her senses narrow in on the feel of his touch. She let her tongue run against the face of his digit. "I've never done anything like this before," she whispered. "I know." He forced himself to discontinue touching her and looked out the car window. He'd fuck her right here in the car if this continued. She needed to go. "I'm married," She thought. It was meant to be a statement, but sounded more like a question. Silence hung in the air for an uncomfortable moment. She waited for some reassurance from him; exactly what for, she was not sure. "I better go," she finally said, forcing a smile as she opened the car door to leave. Thomas did not say bye. He did not want to. He watched her from the car as she fumbled for her keys at the door and then let herself in. She disappeared behind a door of a house on a cul-de-sac of houses that all looked the same to him. And, they were extremely small compared to the six bed room home he owned, that sat on 3.5 acres just outside the city. He tried to imagine himself pulling into the driveway of one of the homes on this street in one of his cars and thinking "I'm home". An older woman, walking not one but two dogs watching the car suspiciously, drew him out of his musings. Her attempt to peer inside the heavily tinted windows was humorous. She seemed rather cartoonish, having no more luck looking into his world than he had looking into hers. Thomas told the driver they could go. Then he pulled out his phone. He had a client he needed to see and work to do. The weekend had been nice and now... Yes, now, he thought, it 'should' be over-- at least for tonight. But then, he pronounced the name Bryant Lamar Houston. Thomas had done his research. After college, the man had failed as a pro basketball player. He had even failed to secure a basketball position overseas. He had gone without a job for a considerable amount of time, doing something every now and then. Naomi had been the financial source in their family, even when she was in college. Recently he had acquired a job as a sports agent for a sports management firm that just happened to be one of Thomas' firm's accounts. He knew what kind of man Bryant Houston was. He was not worried. It was no comparison, no challenge. ********************* When Gloria Johnson brought her grandchildren home, she took one good look at her daughter and grinned ear to ear. She knew Naomi better than Naomi knew herself. Naomi was never a good liar, even as a child. She could be mighty evasive when the mood hit her though. Gloria knew immediately what she wanted to ask Naomi: Who was it and how was it. But, the girls seemed to sense something too and looked between the two of them with large innocent eyes. Gloria just filed her inquisitive nature away for later reference. Her baby had her glow back and that was all Gloria needed to know, for now. Naomi had been walking around like a ghost for months, only a shell of a woman. As far as Gloria was concerned, no woman should let a man bring her that low—especially not her ass hole of a son. It had gone on too long. The man was gone. Gone. Thank the Lord, Gloria sung a spiritual in her head. She had to force herself not to do a little quick step. This was something worth dancing for. For her daughter, this was a good thing. "Mom," Naomi was suddenly exasperated, holding up a little plastic baggy full of eye shadows and lipsticks. "Don't worry," Gloria began explaining, "I didn't buy that for them. I just simply let them play with it." "Mom, now you know I don't let them play with make-up!" "Well," Gloria dismissed her daughters attitude, gathering her purse and coat, "if I had known that they were going to put their little fingers in everything and crush my lip colors beyond recognition, I wouldn't have let them play with it either. As it stands now, it's theirs. I'll have to go shopping for myself tomorrow." Naomi laughed sarcastically. "Oh, I know how you hate that." "Daddy said that I was the prettiest clown he had ever seen," Lillian, her daughter, exclaimed, dancing in circles around Naomi. Naomi looked at her mom in disbelief. Gloria drew up her shoulders dramatically. "He was looking for you. And, then he suddenly remembered that he was a father. I let him take the girls out for ice cream yesterday." "Don't worry mother," the oldest of the two declared, taking the bag of make-up from Naomi. "We did just like Nana said and told him you were spending the weekend with a friend." "All I could say is 'I don't know' because I don't know noth'n," Lillian, the five year old, sang out. "Noth'n, noth'n, noth'n." "Well, now I must go," Gloria announced with a conspiratorial smile as she watched the little girl dance. "It seems like you have everything under control. We'll chat tomorrow my love." Naomi was not sure what bothered her most, her 10 year old calling her "mother", Bryant, her husband suddenly wanting to spend time with the girls or her mother giving him a reason to be suspicious and question the girls. "What did you tell him," Naomi followed behind her mother whispering. "I pretended to be shocked that you were not home." "And?" "Then I told him that you must be with your new friend." "What new friend?" "Yes," Gloria turned and faced the younger version of her, "what new friend?" "Mom, you didn't?!" "I didn't. You see the mind of a low life, cheating whore comes to its own conclusions. It assumes what it wants. Besides, he doesn't deserve for you to be laying around waiting for him." "I'm not." Gloria sucked in her breath and rolled her eyes. "Well, this weekend you definitely didn't. And, I, for one, am glad that he had his nose rubbed in it. I couldn't have planned it better even if I tried." "This isn't a game." "Honey..." Gloria started, placing her palm lovingly against her daughter's cheek. Then, she thought better of what she had begun to say. Her oh-so-bright, lawyer daughter was not ready. Naomi had yet to discover that the court room was not the only place for strategy. "I'm glad you had a good weekend," was what Gloria finally settled on. Naomi closed the door and leaned her back against it. "Did you have fun?" Her oldest daughter, Isadora (Izzy), stood at the other end of the hall watching her mother. Naomi thought that she looked so much like her father when she wore that serious expression. Izzy had her father's dark coloring and was obviously going to be tall like he was. She had inherited Naomi's thick mane of hair, but not its natural curliness like her younger sister had. Naomi's oldest child was born with an adult's face and mannerisms right from the start. She was what they call an old soul. It made Naomi sad to think that her daughter was growing up so fast. She never knew what to expect from her. Naomi smiled, remembering a little. "Yes, I did." Izzy suddenly smiled back at her mother and moved closer. "Did you have fun with Nana," Naomi asked her. "I had Starbucks," she said with pride. "No," Naomi laughed. "So did Lilly." "Well, that explains a lot." "Espresso with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkled on top," Izzy announced and started laughing. Izzy laughing was a beautiful site. Naomi wrapped her arm around her daughter and they began their new Sunday night rituals. Things had changed since Bryant had moved out. Not all of it was good, but Sunday nights were. Sunday night was girls' night. They had nails to polish and a movie to see. ******************* Hours later, a tired Naomi slipped into a tub of steaming hot water. Her tub seemed small when compared to the luxurious one she had bathed in with Thomas. She smiled to herself, running her hands up her toned torso and cupping her full breasts. She loved how his hands massaged and squeezed them. She remembered the way his lips covered her dark areolas. The way his mouth pulled, his teeth teased and his tongue whipped across the stiff pebbled nipples, felt so good. He had a way of touching her. It was more than just the weight of his hands on the surface of her skin or the pressure they applied. He did not just touch her, he really felt her. The sensations he created ignited an ache for him. Thomas would grab her firm round ass. As he kneaded it, he would plunge deep inside of her. Naomi had not realized that her hand had moved down between her thighs and she was touching herself, parting the lips of her pussy. Her body was slick from the scented oil she had slipped into the hot water. She remembered Thomas' mouth there too, the feel of his teeth teasing the base of her clit. She strummed her forefinger across the solid nub. The sensation of her touch and the recall of Thomas' created a boiling force within her. She closed her eyes, arched her back and moaned. She was just about to come when she heard someone clear their throat. Naomi flew straight up in the tub and attempted to stand, almost falling. Her husband, Bryant, reached out, catching her by the arm. "Bryant," she demanded in shock, snatching her arm back. "What are you doing here?" "Knock, knock," he said positioning his hand in the air as if knocking on an imaginary door. "I never imagined you 'played' like that. There are toys for that kind of thing. Only For One Night Ch. 02 Bryant looked her over her. There was a familiar light in her husband's eyes. The sarcasm in his voice and the embarrassment of being caught pleasing herself made Naomi ignore it. Things had changed. She almost fell again, trying to reach and quickly grab a towel. "What do you want?" She wrapped the towel around her. Bryant eased down the lid on the toilet and sat down. "You didn't pick up your car Saturday. Manny gave me a call." "Well, unless you were planning on paying to get it out," Naomi returned sarcastically, "I don't know why you care." "Then I found the kids at your mother's." "So." "Next time you decide to take a little vacation, you could call me and let me know." "Why? You asked me to stop calling you so much several weeks ago. Remember?" Naomi remembered begging and pleading to talk things out with him. She had wanted to forgive and forget. She had belittled herself. She stepped out of the tub. "I could have kept the girls for the weekend," he said. Naomi rolled her eyes and walked out of the bathroom. "We both know that wouldn't have happened. You told me that you would let me know in advance. That was seven weeks ago. And, your girlfriend doesn't seem to like children. At least that's the impression she gave your daughter." "That's not true. Besides, we need to be on the same page as far as this separation is concerned." "What is true this week Bryant?" she spitted out. "Careful," he warned, a little taken back by her attitude. That was usually the point where she calmed down. She was the one that had to be cautious of his temper and the result. And then, there was the chance that the children would hear. But, she knew that it also was his way of avoiding any type of serious exchange. She had been doing that for too long. "No," she said flatly and feeling her own power, pulling from her work persona. "You're the one that needs to be careful." "What is that supposed to mean." "I'm a lawyer Bryant, you figure it out." "So," he said confused. They were in the entrance hall now; Naomi was subconsciously moving him toward the door. When she finally turned to face him, she felt strong and determined for the first time in her personal life. "What's really going on," he smiled and flicked a breast. Naomi hadn't realized what she was doing until it was done. She slapped him hard across his face. Anger flooded his features. And at first she felt the hint of fear and stepped back. Her strength dissipated. "You don't get to touch me ever again," Naomi declared with a shaky voice. "You don't get to use your key as if you live here. And you don't call any shots as far as the kids are concerned. I'll be fair, because I am the better person here." "What?" he scoffed. "I'll divorce your ass. You want that?" he added. His words were meant to put her in check, to hurt her. He knew that she had a little hope that they would get back together eventually. She did feel hurt, but she also felt done. "What did you think would happen Bryant? You said it yourself. You aren't in love with me anymore. You are living with another woman. That's something I had to hear from her, by the way. And, I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of you. She tried to fight it, but tears were welling up in her eyes. "All these years I've wasted my time with you. All of it was just wasted. I'm tired of wasting my time. I deserve better." "Oh, is that what you were doing this weekend—looking for something better?" he laughed sarcastically. Oh, he had no idea. "All this time I wondered how you could forget all that we have been through. How you could just throw away our love, everything that we worked so hard for. Why this one? Out of all the others, why would you let this one destroy our family? How could you just stop loving me? How does one go about that?" Then, a small sense of self worth sprung up inside her. "But you know, why just doesn't matter anymore. You're just you. And now, maybe I just don't want you." He looked at her for a moment unsure before muttering, "Whatever. I want my kids this weekend." "I'll let you know. Now get out." "It's my house too, remember that," he threatened. "They better fucking be ready when I get off work." He stalked past her and after a few minutes she heard the door slam. The sound made her drop to the floor, short of breath. Something was clutching at her heart again and she wanted to cry. But she knew in her very soul that one thing was for certain, she needed to pull herself together and start thinking about what she was going to do. He had decided. Now, it was time for her to decide. Maybe she was better off. She was on her way to bed when she heard her phone. At first she thought it was Bryant calling to get in one more stab. However, the voice on the phone made her heart jump and beat a little faster. "I'm sending a car for you in the morning and it will be at your disposal as long as you need it," Thomas simply said. No hi or hello, his tone was business like. "It will arrive at eight." "Okay," she replied a bit surprised. "Naomi...I...," he paused for a moment. "Sleep well," was all he finally managed. "Thank you," Naomi whispered with a smile unconsciously creeping across her lips. "No," he said, his sexy voice returned. "I want to thank you." And, she could feel him smiling too. "Goodnight Naomi." *********************** The car had come to pick her up as promised exactly at eight. The driver had held the door open for her. He asked if there was anywhere she needed to stop on the way. It made her feel a little uncomfortable; but, it was the kind of thing she could get use to. She informed the driver that she would not need him tomorrow. The week was gruelingly slow for Naomi. On Monday, Naomi did not cross paths with Thomas all day. She had no idea what she would say or how to behave if she had. By Wednesday though, she was a bit irritated. Her mind posed questions she did not want to think about. Was he avoiding her? Should she go by his office under the guise of business? Could what had happened negatively impinge on their working environment, or her career? Had she made the worse mistake of her life? This job meant everything right now. Bryant had just started a new job at a sports management company. Naomi knew just how selfish he could be. Receiving any type of support from him would be sporadic at best. On the other hand, she had no reason to believe that Thomas was a spiteful man. She felt that with him business was business and private was just that, private. She had to keep her senses and put things in the right prospective. After all, it was a mutual act between the two of them. She had been in need of something and was pretty sure that Thomas had been too. Other thoughts were at the back of her mind. Would he ever touch her again? Would she ever feel that incredible again? It was just one night that happened to turn into two. Naomi needed to look at this like a mature and experienced adult. It was just sex. Anyway, Naomi had a case in which she was not only the lead, but left totally on her own. It involved a tremendous amount of preparation on her part and could possibly be a major money situation. She had to cover all her bases. There could be no surprises. This was a test and she felt the pressure. She had to stay focused. It helped when Wednesday she finally discovered through the grapevine that Thomas simply had not been in the office this week. She came to terms with the situation and chose to focus on the task at hand. Then Friday, out of nowhere, Naomi heard the smooth sound of his voice in the main office. It was from the far side of the office, and distinctly his. Her heart did speed up just a little. She also felt the need to run. He was in his usual uniform, standing amongst a group of men who were totally focused on him. When he spoke all other conversation ceased abruptly. He was definitely a man of authority. Nervously, she made her way to her office, but not before stealing another look. She watched him smirk and make some comment to the group. Then he looked across the room, focused those cool grey eyes directly on her, holding her gaze. Naomi froze. Then he turned his attention back to the group and spoke again. That look seemed like it lasted forever, but she knew it was only for a moment. It was full of the power and heat that only he could generate. Back in the safety of her office, she gripped the edge of her desk and questioned the look. Was his reaction only in her mind? It was so brief. "Are you alright," Alice asked from the doorway. Alice was a paralegal, considerable older than Naomi but the best, one of the few faces of color in the office. "I'm fine," Naomi supplied a bit too quickly. She forced a smile. "I have something for you," the woman said, walking in. "I thought that you could use it." Naomi shook her head and responded without hearing or thinking while the woman went through some finer points of the file she had presented. "Thank you," Naomi told the woman as she moved to leave. And, Naomi meant it. She and Alice made a good team. "You're going to do fine," the woman said holding up the fist of solidarity. Naomi laughed. Unfortunately, the case was the furthest thing from her mind right now. She had no idea how she would make it through the rest of the day. She had finally seen Thomas and he looked delectable. Then at 5:10, Naomi received a call from Thomas' secretary. He wanted an update when she had a moment. Naomi had planned to leave at 6:30. This could take longer. Then she thought about the past week. Thomas had his nerve. She was not some toy he could pick up and put down at will. Still, she was eager to see where they stood and what she could expect from this point forward. She was just eager to see him period. However, it could be purely business. At six Naomi made her way to his office. Thomas' secretary was present this time. She informed him that Naomi was there. Naomi entered the office with her back straight, her expression friendly but void of all the emotion. That changed the moment he raised his head and their eyes met. Even the distance between them could not dull the clarity and seriousness of his grey eyes. She collected herself and made up her mind that she would not weaken. Thomas closed his computer and stood to his full height. Naomi watched him toss a silver pen onto his desk. He came from behind the imposing desk and leaned against it, legs crossed at the ankle and both arms spread beside him as his hands gripped the edge. He wore an impeccably stylish dark grey suit that accentuated his strong shoulders, fitted his waist and long legs perfectly. Like him his office oozed class and masculinity. It was both inviting yet intimidating. A sitting area off to one side was deceptively comfortable. On the other side of the room was a thick glass conference table surrounded by chairs. There was only one chair at the end. Of course, there would only be one because in this office there was only one head of the table. Behind him, floor to ceiling thick glass allowed one to look out over the city and feel like a god from this position in the sky. Naomi thought of how he looked like a Greek god. Flashes of their night together suddenly assailed her. The memory of his body and the feel of his defined torso fluttering under her lips made her close her eyes for a moment. On her skin, she could feel the residual sensation of his touch, a kiss. Her thoughts made her clit swell. He had let her look inside of him. It was not just a figment of her imagination. Naomi knew that Thomas was just a man, an extraordinary, beautiful, powerful man, but nonetheless a man. She buried the images that were making her lose her resolve. Thomas' eyes suddenly softened. Only then did Naomi see it. They were open windows that saw her and let her see him. It was both relieving and familiar. Her resolve vanished. Still, Naomi stood in one spot, not too far from the door. "Come to me," Thomas requested in an authoritative tone. Naomi could not help herself. His words amplified his power. This strongly appealed to her. She moved forward a few steps. "Closer." She spoke in a low tone. "You could have called me." "You are correct," he returned. "I could have called you." "But you choose not to." "Actually," he added, "you could have called me. I used my personal number to call you. Remember?" She lowered her eyes. Naomi knew this but had been afraid, not wanting to deal with possible rejection. "Closer," he told her. She took a few steps closer. Thomas stood. He lowered his head, tilting it to the side and raising one eyebrow. "I bite." "I know you do." She blushed and a full smile lit up her face. "Closer." She moved closer to him. Thomas reached out, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her against him. He took a moment to take her in. Her face was so beautiful, the gentleness of it, the perfection of her almond shaped eyes, her high cheek bones. He appreciated the caramel tint of her creamy skin. He loved her button nose and the lush perfection of her lips. They were so soft, inviting and parted now, waiting. It was all he could think about while he was gone. He lowered his head to claim those lips, but Naomi drew back. It took quite some effort on her part to deny him what she herself wanted so badly. There had to be guidelines though. "If you planned on seeing me again, you should have contacted me. It's been a week." "Four days to be exact counselor," he grinned, "four long days and three lonely nights." "I'm serious Thomas." Naomi tried to sound forceful. "I am too," he said, lightly kissing her on the forehead, then the brow, her temple. With his warm breath at her ear, he whispered huskily, "If it makes you feel better to know that I've been thinking of you all week and hoping you would dial the number I left you, feel better." Her voice was weak. "You wanted me to?" "Very much so," he responded and kissed her fully, drawing her out and taking her breath away. When he released her lips, he reached down and drew her skirt up. She had worn thigh high stockings and panties that barely covered her behind. Thomas slipped his hands up under the lace and firmly grabbed her bare ass. He lifted her off her feet. Naomi instinctually drew her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. "I was trying to be a gentleman and wait on you." "Are you being a gentleman now?" she teased. "I am trying. Apparently, it's not working. I have to regroup, strategize and try something different. Go after it," He kissed her again. "possibly from another angle. I'm not one to give up." Naomi cupped the sides of his face with her hands and she gave up. Her kiss was desperate, needy. Thomas moaned in appreciation of her aggressiveness. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, her fingers in his hair. So lost in the feel of his lips on hers and her tongue discovering everything it could, she did not feel him carry her across the room. Thomas sat her down on the conference table. "Mr. Edelman, if there is nothing you need," His secretary's voice sounded from his desk, "I'll be leaving for the evening." "Yes, that's fine Martha," he called out. "Have a good night and enjoy your weekend." "Well," the older woman said in a conspiratorial tone, "enjoy yours. You deserve it." "I do at that," he said, running his hand along Naomi's thighs. "What is this," he teased, snapping the lace around her thighs." "Stockings," Naomi grinned. "I like these," he groaned. "I bet you do," she told him. She stretched out her legs so he could get a good look at them. He let out a playful growl as he lowered his head and kissed her long and hard. "I need to be inside of you," he groaned out seriously. Naomi boldly spread her legs. They both looked down, watching Thomas undo his pants. He let them hang low, atop his thighs. He pulled himself out. His impressive cock looked up between them. Naomi raised herself slightly and he slipped her under wear off, making sure to run his hands up her legs. Slowly, she began to undo the small pearl buttons of her blouse. The entire time he was gone on his little business trip, Naomi had chosen only her best lingerie for work. Each morning she chastised herself, but never the less slipped into tiny thongs and lacey demi bras, things she had not worn in ages. She had remained hopeful. Now, she was glad that she had. Today's choice was a burnished gold, almost flesh toned, tease of a bra. Her dark nipples were barely hidden. She ran her hands up her torso and cupped the under swell of her own breasts. She spread her fingers wide across herself, squeezed them and pulled the lace down, exposing her nipples. Thomas' hand slid up and down the length of his cock slowly as he watched, hunger in his eyes. When she was finish, Thomas let out a low throaty growl. She leaned back. He sucked on her nipple using his teeth to stimulate her further as he positioned himself at her opening. He took the tip of his head and slid it down her slit, opening her inner lips as they kissed his cock. When he drew back, ever so slightly, a delicate line stretched between the tip of his cock and the tip of her engorged clit's head. She was so wet and ready for him. Thomas pushed himself inside her in one swift movement, driving home. The look on her face was so erotic, along with the way she bit her lip to stifle her cry. Her canal was tight, just as he remembered. Thomas held himself still, enjoying the feel of her insides tightly gripping him. It was as if her body was made specifically for him. He could not think of anything more perfect than this. While he was away, he had barely slept. Each time he closed his eyes, images of her body, her smile and her kisses flooded his head. He could look down at his hands and suddenly the memory of how her skin felt would overwhelm him. What was wrong with him? This woman was driving him crazy. Thomas could not remember being as taken with a woman. He pulled out only to immediately plunge deeper within her, fiercely hunting his pleasure. Naomi kissed him and their lips met wildly, each one wanting to fully claim the other. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her and holding her still. Her body was his completely. With each desperate movement he made inside her, Naomi made a sound from the back of her throat. Carnal by nature, it highlighted the slap of their flesh meeting. Naomi's eyes began to roll back in her head as she held on tightly. This was not making love. This was fucking, pure and simple. It was about gratification, hers and his. She had wanted him so deep inside her all week. Each day that went by only increased her need and desire for him. His feelings only harmonized with hers. Thomas pummeled her pussy. He whispered strained encouragement in her ear, dark words of hot uncontrolled sex. Naomi relished his roughness just as much as she did his gentleness. He dominated her and she wanted it. He loved her willingness to experience all he offered. Naomi gasped for air as her pussy spasmed around his phallus. She reached that amazing sensation that shot through her body like lightening and tore at all her senses. Then he did something that was unexpected and mind-blowing. With his cock never leaving her entrance, he gripped her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him once more as he stood tall. Thomas actually lifted her along the length of his shaft and slammed her down on his cock. He impaled her. The feeling was unbelievable. It seemed impossible that he could go so deep. Each time, he went in deeper, hitting something within her that both hurt and brought with it the strongest sense of utter relief. It made her want more. And, Thomas fucked her with an animalistic fervor. Only For One Night Ch. 02 For the first time in her life she cried out the words "Fuck Me". The sound of her own voice added to that glorious feeling that racked her body. Her pussy clenched his cock and her climax took her again, this time greater than the last. Just when it seemed that her climax was beginning to ebb, a retreating wave of small spasms rocked her. "Oh shit," Thomas growled his cock expanding and his balls tightening painfully. He emptied himself deep inside her. She could feel his cock pulse as one spurt after another drenched her insides. This brought on a new wave of sensations for her. It took quite a while for both of them to recover. **************** When she finally returned home, the babysitter did not seem fazed by the time. Naomi lovingly kissed her kids, checked their homework and put them to bed. Alone in her bed, she struggled with her feelings for Thomas. He was addictive and she wanted him. But, wanting a man like that could be dangerous. He played on an entirely different plain then she. He would get bored with her eventually. It was just sex. He had asked for only one night. She had willing gave it to him. She would give him more when and if he asked for it. She was not stupid enough to even think about love. But God, when he looked at her with those eyes, and when he touched her, and when he was so far within her, Naomi felt like the only woman on earth. It was worth it. Her body experienced things she had never before. She wanted more. --------------------------------------------- ©Regina Moore, 2014. 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