“Lateisha,” Bryce whispered, moving in closer to her.
His lips brushed hers and she groaned despite her best efforts to remain detached. It felt so right, his body warm and hard under her hands, hands that began to roam of their own volition. They roamed over his chest and down his abdomen, stopping at the buckle of his belt. Lateisha wasn’t thinking, she was feeling and what she felt right now, with Bryce, she never felt with anyone else. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle but she managed to get it undone. Bryce moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined, dancing together in a way that made Lateisha wet between her legs. This was really happening. She managed to get his belt undone and unbutton his pants. While she did that he was reaching for the sash that kept her wrap dress closed. With one tug he had it undone. The dress fell open and exposed Lateisha’s black lace bra and underwear.
“Fuck,” Bryce whispered, the curse sounding so out of place in his proper hint of a British accent.
Bryce wrapped his large hands around Lateisha’s trim waist, letting the dress fall down her shoulders as he pulled her close to him. Her skin felt like satin and he couldn’t wait to taste her, all of her. He reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. The thin material of lace fell away and exposed her full, plump breasts. Bryce cupped them in his hands and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth.
Lateisha moaned as Bryce licked the light brown peak until it was stiff. It felt so good, too good. While he moved on to the other breast, Lateisha dropped her hands back to his pants, reaching inside of the waistband and cupping his hard erection. Her small hands could barely circle his large girth and he growled, deep in his chest as she wrapped both of her hands around him. The sound of the partition between the front and back of the car snapped Lateisha out of her lust. She removed her hands from his
cock as if the heat of him burned her.
“Bryce, we can’t…” She said at the same moment the driver noticed he had interrupted something.
“Oh! Sorry, sir,” he yelped, rolling the partition back into place.
Lateisha hung her head with mortification and shrugged her dress back on, stuffing her bra into her purse. She tied the sash quickly without looking at Bryce.
“Lateisha, I’m sorry…” He started and she could hear his belt jingling as he buttoned back up.
Lateisha shook her head, “It’s fine.”
After righting their clothes they scooted to opposite sides of the car and remained silent for the rest of the ride back. When they arrived at Lateisha’s apartment she whispered her thanks and slipped from the car. She didn’t look back as she entered the building, flames heating her face. How could they complete their contract; the contract she already signed, after what just happened?
*****
Bryce stared out the window as they approached their destination. He didn’t want to turn and watch Lateisha slip from the car silently. What had he been thinking? He was going to jeopardize what he wanted most right now; a child. Bryce kept telling himself he didn’t have time to date, or have a girlfriend. There were too many obligations to fill with his company and everything else he had to fulfill. He shook his head as he heard Lateisha whisper goodbye. Willing himself to not turn around, Bryce gave a heavy sigh. At the last minute he turned just as Lateisha was walking into her building. If letting her walk away right now was the best thing to do, why did he feel like such an ass?
“Can you take me to the office, Gerry?’ Bryce snapped at his driver with more venom than he meant. It wasn’t Gerry’s fault he was in a foul mood. If anything he should be thanking Gerry for interrupting something that could have ruined his goals.
“Certainly, sir. “ Gerry answered with a questioning look in his eyes when Bryce caught them in the rearview.
Bryce looked away, not wanting to explain to himself, let alone someone else, just how much he felt like a failure. At his age, Bryce’s father not only had two children and a devoted wife but a multi-billion dollar company. Bryce only had one and he felt like a failure. It’s funny how the success he studied so hard to deserve inheriting was the thing he cared about the least. What Bryce wouldn’t give to have someone to come home to at night and a tiny person who looked like him to snuggle with. When he was in graduate school all Bryce thought about was the company. Lately all Bryce thought about was a family.
Sighing heavily for the second time, Bryce exited his car, giving Gerry an apologetic nod.
“It’s okay, sir. I’ll see you in a few hours,” Gerry replied.
Bryce told Gerry he would call him and entered the now deserted building. The only people in the building at this hour on a Friday evening were Bryce and the night security guard at the front desk. Bryce waved and said hello then headed toward the bank of elevators that led to the top floor. Using his key card, Bryce pressed the number sixteen after swiping it and rode the elevator up. He refused to think about Lateisha, but the way she felt against him, the way she tasted, wouldn’t leave his mind. Shifting uncomfortably and adjusting his dress pants around his growing erection, Bryce stepped from the elevator and headed toward his office. Maybe a few hours of honest work would clear his mind. If not, he wasn’t sure what he would do about the surrogacy situation.
*****
Lateisha hurried into her room, hoping that Becky was still at work. She stripped off the dress and threw it on the floor of her closet. Not wearing a bra reminded her of what happened in the limo and she groaned; partially from embarrassment and partially from unfulfilled arousal. She needed another shower and to go to sleep. Tiptoeing past Becky’s door, just in case, Lateisha went into the bathroom and started the shower. Five minutes in she heard a door slam; Becky was home. Waiting to exit the shower until she was sure Becky was in her room, Lateisha shut the shower off and towel dried her skin. Just as she was wrapping the towel around herself, Becky entered the bathroom.
“So, how was the ‘date’ with baby daddy?” Becky asked, rolling her eyes.
Lateisha frowned, “Just leave it be, Becky. I’m not in the mood.”
Becky shrugged. “Fine, suit yourself. But don’t come crying to me when it all blows up in your face,”she said and turned on her heel, walking into her room and slamming the door.
Lateisha flinched at the loud bang of the door slamming. She dressed quickly and climbed into bed. Maybe sleep would help make everything clearer. Maybe sleep would make her feel like this whole thing was a good idea.
*****
The sun was so bright the next morning Lateisha could see it through her eyelids. Blinking awake, and then throwing her hand over her eyes to cover the offending sun, she turned over, loath to wake up today. The humiliation, as well as the way she felt when Bryce had his mouth on her nipple, came back to her and she whimpered. How could she ever show her face around him without thinking about that moment? Just as she had decided to let herself doze off for a bit longer; she didn’t have to work until noon, her phone rang. Growling with irritation she grabbed it from the nightstand and answered it, without checking to see who it was first.
“What?” She barked, tired and sexually frustrated made for a terrible mood.
“Lateisha?” It was Bryce.