Astrid exercised her ass off, needing to let go of stress. The exertion she felt after running left her limbs heavy with pain. Good pain. She returned home, showered and took a nap.
The arrogance Chris had! All the times Astrid had worked late with him she'd only a few times felt uncomfortable. No wonder, if he'd been checking her ass out. The nerve! To think she had thought he had felt any respect for her. Why was it impossible for Chris to believe Calder might like Astrid? Like a typical alpha male, he'd insinuated Calder's tactics to be as Chris would have treated her. Did he honestly think she slept with Calder for a promotion?
Astrid's anger worked into a rage as she prepared to go out. The dress she'd chosen to meet Calder in was the red halter piece Remy had stripped off of her not long ago. She recalled Remy reaction to it, smiling as she brushed her hair.
She had told Remy to not contact her for three days. She had picked three because she knew she'd probably end up calling him after that. It wasn't like Remy had ever made a point of contacting her on a regular basis. Remy had agreed of course. She had also told Remy she would date Calder. THAT had not gone over well. His jealousy had him saying all sorts of suggestive character flaws on Calder behalf. She'd eventually told Remy if he didn't like her decision he could not call EVER, not just three days. He acted the typical spurned lover turning it around. Maybe HE would see other women. Astrid pointed out he was already doing that for his job.
Astrid called a taxi to her house, arriving at Calder condo when she said she would. The sun was nearly set, twilight gloaming beautifully. She felt oddly prepared to meet Calder. His asshole brother had given her freedom when showing his pervert side.
Calder let her inside the building with a loud BUZZ. She felt an excited flutter in her belly on the ride up inside the elevator. For all the nasty thoughts she'd had about Calder the last two days, she wasn't thinking them now.
Remy throwing his jealous tantrum had made her realize she had the upper hand. She hadn't actually planned on dating Calder. The man had screwed her like a whore. If Calder treated her with the same tenderness when they had first met, she could see herself continue to see him. She was certain that would piss Chris off, and then there was Remy.
Calder was waiting in the doorway when the elevator opened. His black slacks, open black dress shirt and no shoes or socks stirred desire in her belly. His heavy-lidded green eyes took in her appearance as she sashayed towards him.
"You look incredible," he observed in that low, husky voice that had unnerved her when he'd cornered her in the library the day they'd met, "and you don't look pissed off."
Astrid stopped in front of him. Calder blocked the entrance to the apartment, his eyes half-masted, seemed to reach down inside her to lift her restrained self. She felt the tension roll off of her like an imagined weight.
"What?" she cocked her head, "Do you realize how sexy you are dressed like that?"
He softly smiled, glancing down at his half-dressed body, "I just got home. Long day at that fucking office. Come in Astrid."
He moved aside, ushering her in. She passed him, his hand sliding across her bare back seductively. Calder shut and locked the door, then joined her where she stood by the glass table. Astrid gave him an open look. He seemed edgy, and as she was about to suggest dinner plans, he said what she had wanted to discuss later.
"Why the hell did you tell Chris we fucked?" he demanded, his chest heaving with controlled rage, "I can't even understand why you quit, let alone air my business to that asshole."
"He was my boss and your brother," she answered.
"Don't tell me you bought into that professional front he puts up?" he sneered, "You must have. So? Did you get your kicks when he called you a tramp?"
Now she was offended, "Calder, I think you had better watch your tone. No, I didn't appreciate his degrading behavior after I told him. I was being honest."
"Since when did you think Chris cares for honesty?" he cried, "Half of his casework are based on lies! Anyway, he told me you couldn't work due to our relationship."
"Yes," she shrugged, "I'm curious to know how your conversation went. Did you deny me? Call me a tasteless bitchy, whore?"
He gave a nasty chuckle along with a similar glare, "Is that what you think I would do? After everything I said to you?"
Astrid kept her look and tone of voice light, irritating the hell out of him. His so-called conversation with Chris had been more of a mind your own whores and leave Astrid name off of the list. Chris had been cocky enough to ask Calder if he had a chance at fucking her.
"What am I supposed to think after you and Remy shared me?" she smiled.
Calder stood back, clenching his jaw. They gazed at each other for several seconds. The tension wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. She didn't appear fazed at all, looking at him so damn calmly. Why did she have to be wearing a red dress that made it impossible to ignore the lust humming through his body? She looked like a fucking Greek Goddess.
"What did Remy tell you?" he finally bit out.
"Remy told me he saw you at the club Friday night. Told you I would fuck you. He was right, obviously. He and I worked it out," she shrugged, darting her eyes away in a reverie.
"Yeah, by working you over," his voice turned much softer.
He had noticed the bruise under her layer of makeup. Guilt hit him in the chest like a brick knowing Remy had struck her beautiful face because of his inability to walk away from her. Her chocolate eyes drifted upwards, taking in his tender expression. Heat flooded her cheeks.
"He and I will continue our relationship," she exhaled, "And I have informed him so will ours if you apologize."
Calder blinked in surprise, "After lying to you? You still want to see me AND Remy?"
Astrid sighed heavily, then turned as to leave, "That wasn't an apology."
"Wait!" he raced to block her exit to the door, "Astrid, I'm sorry. Really, I am," he stepped closer, taking her into his arms, "Please, I shouldn't have been such an asshole."
Astrid smiled, actually a little pleased he had called himself an asshole. Even Remy had yet to apologize in such a way. Calder gazed down at her with an earnest expression, his fingers digging into her hips like he thought she'd still run.
"I find you extremely handsome," she stroked his smooth jaw, "Why bother with me, Calder? You hardly even know me or how I've lived. If you wanted sex, you've already had it."
Calder jerked her tightly against his chest, "Why do you think I fucked you for as many hours as I did the other night? I feared you'd find out about Remy's plan and never see me again, even if I begged. You light a darkness in me, Astrid. I can't stop thinking about you. Why ask why? I just like you."
She kissed his heated cheek, murmuring, "I won't ask why anymore."
Calder turned his face, finding her mouth, giving a deep, meaningful kiss that had her knees buckling. Luckily, he was holding her so tightly she didn't need to worry about falling. She ran her nails across his muscled forearms, feeling his warmth.
"Astrid," he growled, licking his wet mouth, "I'm so fucking hard for you."
She already knew that, since he was pressing his crotch against hers, "What do you want me to do about it? I didn't get dressed up for nothing. You are going to take me out, Calder. I will not be just a fuck buddy who you never take outside of the bedroom."
He grinned, slyly placing one hand further down her backside until he lifted her dress over her ass. She was shoved against the nearest wall, given another mind-blowing kiss to distract his intentions. Except, Astrid was expecting them. She was wet, aching for release.
"I'll take you out," he panted, breaking the kiss after undoing his slacks and exposing his long, thick cock, "If you let me put it in that tight pussy."
She huskily laughed, not objecting as he pushed her dress and panties aside. She moaned, closing her eyes in an enthralled passionate way that made Calder even harder. With dark hair framing her face and her lips swollen from his kiss, he suddenly couldn't imagine fucking another woman that wasn't Astrid.
Calder pushed his fat cock-head upward, as she held onto his shoulders, one leg lifting off of the floor for his entrance. He shivered as she immediately tightened around his member. Slow and easy he plunged into her slickness, loving the way she made a tiny sound, trying to suppress a larger one.
Calder was going to come already, pumping upward in a frenzy, his balls slapping against her ass. She came luckily before he did, gripping his hair in a painfully erotic way. He grinned, slowing down before pulling out. He hadn't exploded after all, glad to wait.
Astrid smiled dazed and extremely satisfied, "Well, thanks for the apology Calder."
He was still hard but tucked himself away saying, "If you still want to go out, I should shower and change. Make yourself at home."
She straightened her dress. "Don't take to long or I may get too comfortable."
He kissed her quickly on the lips, "Go ahead."
Astrid had a smile when he walked away. So did he. She knew Calder would be good to her as long as she didn't complicate things. Remy obviously didn't bother Calder as much as Calder bothered Remy.
Astrid couldn't wait to fuck Calder in a very unclothed, uncontrolled way later. With a grin, she happily walked to the bar in the kitchen.
* Elsewhere *
Remy finished untying the unconscious woman in the very large walk-in closet filled with just shoes. Fucking shoes. Shit, did she think she was ever going to need all of them to walk the afterlife? Sometimes he wondered what she would do if he took it out on her high heels instead of her ass.
His cell vibrated, and he answered it as he sauntered into the darkened bedroom of the woman's mansion, "What's up? Did you follow her?"
Remy roommate laughed crudely, "Boy, she sure does look hot in that red dress. Tell me, do you think she prefers just clean cut men like you and this guy or would she go for punk?"
Remy picked up his heavy leather satchel, shoving the nylon rope inside after placing it up on the large four-post bed, "Stop fucking around Arlo and just tell me where she went."
"Okay, but I think Astrid has the potential for a cock like mine," he chuckled then sobered when Remy remained quiet, "She took a taxi to Calders. Then, thirty minutes later they took his shitty truck down to that Italian eatery. After that, they went to Bounce. That's where I am now, sitting outside like a fucking asshole."
Remy glanced at the closet, hearing his client moan, "Alright. I'm almost finished here. Call me when they leave or else I'll head there. And Arlo, you ARE a fucking asshole."
"Remy, why bother? She's cute, but not obsessive cute. Maybe if you'd INTRODUCE us, I could see why you insist on being so weird. She's just out on a date with a douche."
His client cursed, stumbling around in the dark.
Remy frowned, "Arlo, you'll meet her in three nights."
Then he shut his phone off. The bitch in the closet would feel the wrath he wanted to give Calder fucking Lewis.
* Meanwhile *
Calder laughed, seeing Astrid stumble to remove her high heels as he poured one more bourbon for each of them. She was adorable when drunk.
The night had gone perfectly. He'd been on the lookout for her stalker boyfriend and hadn't spotted the freak all night. The need to ask why she wanted to stay with a man that hit her had crossed his mind but held his tongue.
Dinner had been strained by his admittance of Chris trash talking about her. Yet, Calder promised he'd been nothing but loyal to Astrid's character. He had, in fact, told Chris he was only jealous of Calder status as the youngest and least responsible. Their father didn't care what he did or who he saw, unlike Chris or Cameron. Cody was always overlooked, the middle child.
Astrid had believed him and let the conversation moved on towards more relevant things like what she'd do for a job and when they could see each other again. She had been approached several times in the past by the other law firms in that particular building. Astrid had said she looked forward to a vacation first. He would miss her around the office, but she had made up her mind about not going back.
Calder took her dancing after dinner so he could press her hot body against his and see her smile. He was quickly becoming addicted to her bow lips and throaty giggles. Got her drunk as well before returning to his place.
Astrid accepted the glass of liquor, then pushed on his chest until he sat on the sofa. She laughed, straddling him.
"You're drunk," he stated the obvious, "More so than last time I'm afraid."
She sipped the bourbon, "Don't be afraid."
He roamed his hands across the front of her body, "Oh, no. Not I. I'm just wondering if you'll last the next hour."
She narrowed her pretty eyes, "Honey, I've lasted a lot more than you'll ever imagine."
He believed her. Sadly, he hated to think of her in such a way. She came across like a vixen but the more time he spent listening to her, there was a soft undertone to her beauty as fragile as morning dew.
"Why don't we get undressed," she grated her pelvis on his, "In the nice big bed or yours, I can lick your cock instead of drinking."
"I like that switch," he growled, "Do you think you can walk that far?"
Astrid laughed, throwing her head back, exposing her delicate neck he couldn't wait to lick. He liked the sound of her laugh. She was happy. Because of him. Something about her personality made him feel young. The charisma they shared in public was intimate and the attraction of others around him seemed non-existent. He had always looked at other women in past relationships, not really caring if his partner knew. But when he was with Astrid, he never wanted to miss a thing her pretty little face showed. It was odd, he thought, to be so enamored by a woman who didn't immediately catch your eye. But once she did, you never wanted to look away.
In one big unladylike gulp, she finished her drink. She set the glass aside, asking, "Why don't you carry me? Or am I too heavy? Sometimes I feel like a fat raisin. I hate raisins."
Chuckling, he sat forward, positioning his arms to lift her, "No. No, you're not fat. You are lean where you should be, meaty where it's preferable and your legs are fucking amazing," he got hard just telling her, "I can carry you anywhere buddy."
Astrid kissed him with a passion he was coming to expect, their tongues playing against each other. He lifted her easily, and she let out a sound of unsure surprise. Quickly, he strode into his bedroom, gently setting her rump on the edge of the bed.
Calder stripped in front of her. He liked the way her dark eyes drank him in. No other woman looked at him with such greedy eyes as hers. She breathed rapidly, leaning back on both arms, opening her legs so he could see her scarlet panties. He finished undressing then leaned over her naked.
She stroked her nails across his chest hair, "You have a great physique Calder. Do you work out?"
He unclasped the dress from her neck, slowly pulling it down below her heavy tits, "I did, at Harvard. I need to restart now I've moved back here. Enough about me, YOU must work out."
She gave him that throaty giggle as he cupped one breast, "I run."
"Ah, that's why you have great legs and FINE curves. Runners always have great bodies," he bent his head down, flicking his tongue over her hardened nipples.
Astrid sighed, "Oh, Calder. I like the way you touch me. So soft, so loving."
Calder once more caught sight of the bruise on her cheek. His chest tightened, knowing why she told him she liked the soft way he handled her. How could she stay with Remy after striking her? He had never hit a woman. He could never see himself hurting Astrid in such a way.
Deciding to show her how gentle he could be, he took his time undressing Astrid. She laid below him, stroking his back as he kissed and teased her warm, soft skin. By the time they joined she was so primed her orgasm was nearly instant. He made her come several more times, just to see and hear her fall apart for him. The woman was getting closer to him than his body. She had been getting inside his heart. Yet, he did not orgasm for her.
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