"Tell me about your Mom," Julio asked as he stroked my bare back while we lay in his bed.
I feel my chest tightening and the hair behind my neck creeping up.
"There's nothing to tell," I respond, taking a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand.
"What do you mean there's nothing to tell?" Julio asks with a puzzled look.
"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?" I reply, discarding the discussion and getting out of bed. I grab a T-shirt as I make my way out of the bedroom. I hear Julio rustling out of bed behind me as I walk into the kitchen.
After the evening we just had, the last thing I needed was to talk about anything serious, not to mention my Mom.
I start mixing eggs when I hear Julio walk into the kitchen barefoot, wearing grey sweatpants. I can feel his eyes, but I pretend not to as I search for kitchen utensils to make us something to eat.
My mind suddenly wanders to the event that brought us to this place and time...
My aunt had asked me to drop off some paperwork in preparation for the charity gala set to take place in a few weeks. I had refused to go and offered to have a messenger deliver the paperwork instead. It had been weeks since my last moment with Julio, and I knew the possibility of bumping into him at Dad's office was likely. I wasn't ready to face him. That moment at the club stirred something in me that I was unprepared to face.
The universe had other plans, though, because I bumped into him when I walked out of the elevator into Dad's office. So, as I say my hellos to the staff, I hurriedly gather myself and walk into Dad's inner sanctum.
Dad informed me that he had to take another trip to DC that night and would be gone for a few days. He had been working hard on finalizing an agreement with the Ministry of Defense, so his trip announcement didn't surprise me.
After some time, I leave because Samantha has been blowing up my phone. We had plans to meet up for drinks with a few of our girlfriends. I respond to Samantha's texts while walking into the elevator with James behind me.
"I'll take it from here, Jim." a voice says from inside the elevator. That voice is familiar. I look up from my phone to see Julio in the elevator. James hands him the keys to the SUV and walks down the hallway. Julio steps aside to let me walk in.
"You wouldn't be avoiding me now, Ms. Cameron," I hear Julio say from behind me.
I clear my throat. "Avoiding you? Boy, please. What possible reason would I have to do that? "I remark.
"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's because you have ignored my calls and texts since the last night. Or you've avoided coming by here because you didn't want us to run into each other," Julio responds matter-of-factly.
I shrug him off and return my gaze to my phone. "I don't know what you're on about."
I try to control my breathing, but the tension in the air is suffocating.
"Is that right?" He says, and I feel his breath a few inches behind me.
"Damn, Skippy," I retort, feeling proud of myself.
The ping from the elevator signals our arrival at the private parking lot for the top executives at the firm. I step out of the elevator to walk toward the SUV when I suddenly feel the wind rush out of me. Julio grabs and pulls me to the side of the elevator, away from the CCTV. I feel my back against the cold hard wall. Julio pins my hands above my head, and I catch a wicked glint in his eye.
"Baby girl, you seem to be under the impression that you run things here," Julio says, flashing those dimples again and biting his lower lip. My eyes dart furtively, wondering if anyone was around or watching.
"Julio... Julio, what are you doing? Stop. Someone may see us. Please stop," I say as I struggle to slip out of his grip, but my efforts to get out are futile; he's as strong as an ox. I don't know why I even bother. It's as if the more I try to fight him off, the more turned on he gets, and so do I. Within seconds I feel his lips nibbling down my neck and on my already hard nipples.
"I don't care, baby girl. I need to remind you who's boss around here. You're mine. Don't you forget it, Cameron." His teeth pull and tug on my left nipple, and before I can let out a moan, he covers any sound with a deep kiss. Damn, I'm so hungry for him.
Once again, he leaves me lost in some trance. It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings. Finally, I open my eyes to find him walking towards the parked SUV, where he opens the back door and urges me in.
We drive to his place and spend the night discovering and rediscovering each other without caring about the world outside.
And here we are right now...
I feel him behind me as he reaches for a glass from the cabinet next to the burner while I pour the eggs into the pan. He runs a glass of juice, and I get busy preparing the sausages. Then, I feel his arms around me, pulling me towards his hard frame.
He nibbles on my right earlobe; "Baby girl, I'm hungry," he whispers.
"Brunch will be ready soon, babe; gimme a few minutes," I reply.
With a groan, he reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, which I wore. Soon, his lips were on my already hard nipple.
"Who says I'm hungry for food" he whispers again in my ear. It's automatic because my body immediately responds to his touch and melts further into him. I knead his hard shaft with my ass and turn my head to receive a long deep kiss. I find myself lost in his arms and hungry for more before I remember having some food on the burner. I end the kiss abruptly.
"The eggs, the sausages," I say with a panic, grabbing the spatula to turn the food--Julio steps before me to turn off the burner.
"Cameron, I said I was hungry." He says. I watch him get on his knees and take my left leg over his shoulder.
