Chapter 4

Audrey

I 've become so enthralled with this text message exchange that I've almost forgotten how cold my apartment is. It's late on Saturday night, and I'm not shivering on the sofa. I'm too busy giggling at each of Jason's messages.

They get naughtier by the minute, and I realize I don't even need alcohol to loosen up and respond in kind anymore. Every ball he sends my way, I show up to serve without hesitation.

He brings out the devil in me.

How cold is it over there? he asks.

We were talking about strawberries and whipped cream a second ago , I shoot back, my thumbs moving remarkably fast across the onscreen keyboard.

I am warm and getting warmer under my blanket, feet burning in woolen socks. I think about undressing, but that's not a good idea. It's the arousal that's messing with my senses, and the last thing I need is to catch a chill.

Jason's mind is even dirtier than mine, though I am genuinely fascinated with the way in which he stimulates me, physically and mentally.

True, but the thought of you naked reminded me of your heating issue. Are you naked ? Jason replies.

My face feels red-hot, and I'm squealing like a horny teenager as I read the words aloud. Mr. Winchester, how dare you ask me such questions?

You wanted me to bend you over my desk last night. I didn't think you'd be such a prude the next day , comes the reply .

He's got a point. We've been at it for the past couple of hours. Every serious topic we try to broach inevitably goes back to that list of things I want him to do to me, but his persistence is ridiculously sexy because he always drops the bomb when I least expect it.

Even now, he manages to completely disarm me without being anywhere close to me. This man's magnetism goes way beyond his physical presence.

It shouldn't feel this good. I don't really know who he is, aside from what I've retrieved from a couple of different online search engines. Former Army, divorced, single dad, billionaire, invested a lot in hedge funds and crypto, then started buying up properties all over Chicago, renovating and flipping them for insane amounts of money. "Jason Winchester Turns a Profit Whenever He Blinks" was the title of a finance magazine article.

I know more about him than he does about me, however. I am always careful about my past and what information I give out. There are moments when I still look over my shoulder, but I haven't had any reason to worry thus far. It's been two years, and they haven't found me. I just hope they've given up and understand that I wanted it that way.

I'm not a prude. I just think there should be limits , I text Jason, trying to get my bearings while actively ignoring the arousal pooling between my legs. Besides, I'm dressed beyond any man's ability to undress me at this point.

That sounds like a challenge .

No, sir. It's just cold enough to warrant three to four layers of clothing , I write back.

He goes quiet. I'm not sure if I like it. Maybe he's busy. He's got a kid, after all. A life.

Eventually, the TV captures my attention.

I lose track of time before the next message comes in.

So, tell me what you're wearing then , Jason writes.

I double over laughing, damn near dropping the phone again, but I manage to regain my composure and text him back.

That is such a cliché! Is this how you get girls these days? Does that even work?

No, I am genuinely curious to know what clothes you've got on. You said it's still freezing cold at your place.

You'll need a strategy and a lot of patience to undress me; let's leave it at that.

Not good enough. What are you wearing, Audrey?

Is he serious? I won't know unless I play his game. I shouldn't, but my fingers are already itching. Jason is surprisingly good at obliterating my inhibitions. Granted, I am a bit inexperienced, and given my strict upbringing, every single word that I've written to this man could easily qualify as a capital sin.

My ears burn hot with an enticing mixture of shame and arousal. I don't really know what to do, but the only thing that makes sense is to reply to his message and follow his lead.

This is going somewhere, and judging by the knot in my throat, I might end up liking it, maybe a little too much.

A fluffy pink bathrobe I got myself as a present last Christmas. A Lakers hoodie and a set of pink and white flannel pajamas, the kind you'd wear at a ski chalet in the Alps, huddled around the fire with a hot chocolate in hand.

Marshmallows included?

It's not hot chocolate without marshmallows.

What else?

What else what?

What else are you wearing?

I take a deep breath and continue texting.

A white lace bra and cotton briefs. They're grey. I'm sorry I didn't match my underwear.

No socks?

Yes, socks. Wool. But the soft kind, not the scratchy kind.

I stare at the three dots on the screen as he replies. They keep flashing, but no response comes. Time passes in the heaviest silence while I breathlessly wait.

Ten minutes later, my phone rings.

Jason's name flashes across the screen.

"What the hell?" I croak. I feel hot. I'm dangerously curious so I pick up. "Hello?"

The very voice I wanted to hear pours into my ear, sending fire flowing through my veins.

"I'm outside."

"Outside where?"

"Outside your apartment."

For a moment, I fail to register the words.

Outside my apartment. Meaning, he's at my door. My head turns, nearly snapping my neck in the process as I look to the door.

"What do you mean you're outside my apartment?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

"Did you think we'd just sext all day without a physical conclusion, Audrey? Or do you want me to leave?"

My legs move before I can do anything about it. "No, no, hold on."

What in God's green earth am I doing ?

It doesn't matter. I'm already doing it. My conscience is muffled underneath layers of spicy fantasies that are about to come true. After two years of quiet solitude, every fiber of my being demands this. I leave the sofa and pad across the floor. Opening the door slowly, I sense my breath leaving me as I see him standing there.

"You weren't kidding about layering up," Jason says, an amused twinkle lingering in his eyes while his voice echoes through both of our phones at the same time. I turn mine off and laugh nervously.

"Nope."

His gaze captures mine, and the silence that follows becomes unbearable. All I can do is exhale sharply and stare at him. Tall, dark, and handsome. Those specks of silver in his hair, those fine lines drawn at the corners of his mouth, those delicious-looking lips that stretch into a hungry smile.

"I take it you don't want me to leave," Jason says.

His voice is lower, filled with unspoken desires. Brimming with simmering anticipation. I nod slowly and take a step back, welcoming him in. "I apologize for the cold. The building's new owner promised to take care of it," I reply with a playful eye roll.

"I think I know the guy," he replies as he cautiously comes in. "Usually follows through with what he says."

"I sure hope so."

He chuckles softly as I close the door and turn around to face him. He's donning a pair of khaki slacks and a burnt orange shirt underneath a brown leather bomber jacket. I have a mind of running my fingers over the woolen lapels, but he takes it off and tosses it over the back of the nearest chair before I can, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are positively insane, Audrey, do you know that?" he asks.

"Why?"

"Undress for me, please."

"Wait, what?"

But Jason isn't here to take no for an answer. Nor do I wish that to be my answer. But everything is moving a little too fast, and I want to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. "It's cold, and I would like to keep you warm through the night. I can't do that if you're wearing three layers of clothes."

"Is this part of your pledge to support the building's residents? Going from door to door to warm them up?" I can't help but laugh lightly, my hands already busy removing my plush bathrobe.

"No, I just want to look at you. I've been thinking about this from the moment you walked into my office," Jason says.

"You have?"

"You aren't even aware, are you?"

"Aware of what?"

"Of the effect you have on a man," he answers.

My cheeks suddenly feel hot again but my fingers continue the effort to get me out of this suddenly heavy hoodie.

Jason curses under his breath as he takes his shirt and pants off. This feels so strange and yet wonderful at the same time, like we are doing a precautionary analysis of each other. It's cold, and we're trembling, but his body is a sight to behold. Jason is a strong man, splendidly fit and toned, just as I expected him to be. I can't take my eyes off his muscular torso, his rippling pecs making me lick my lips.

Finally, I'm out of my hoodie, but I still have my jammies on.

At this point, my gaze slides downward, settling on his thick thighs while he takes every inch of me in, quietly, methodically, his lips slowly parting as his eyes find mine again.

"Don't rush," he says.

A secret fantasy of mine is about to come true, and the excitement is enough to heat me to my core as I unbutton my pajama top and let it fall to the floor.

"Why am I the crazy one?" I ask, a tremor persisting in my voice.

"We're both crazy," Jason replies. "I'm crazy for coming up here, and you're crazy for letting me in, Audrey. We're complete strangers."

"Well, not really complete strangers anymore," I mutter. "You know a thing or two about me. I know a thing or two about you. And we're about to get naked in front of each other."

He nods in agreement, then comes closer, and just like that, the air between us disappears, replaced by heated passion, as he cups my face and pulls me into a rushed, ravenous kiss. The entire world shifts and ultimately dissipates around us as I lose myself in the moment. His tongue slips through and plays with mine, twirling and probing, testing my defenses—of which there aren't any left.

"What a surprise you turned out to be," Jason whispers against my lips.

"I've clearly lost my mind. That has to be the reason why I'm—" But he doesn't let me finish as he kisses me again. A flame ignites in my chest, determined to consume everything in its path.

I moan as he deepens the kiss. I can taste the hint of whiskey on his lips and I wrap my arms around his neck, as his hands roam freely. It seems rushed, but it isn't. It's a methodical exploration of my flesh as his fingers register every inch of me. They dig in and squeeze, delicately touch and fearlessly grab, as they move lower and lower.

My head falls back, and I gasp as he takes hold of my breasts, kneading them through the white lace fabric of my bra while I hold onto his strong shoulders. I feel his cock nestled against my belly, bulging and hard as a rock.

Within seconds, we shed the rest of our clothes. There's no need to waste time on fruitless foreplay; we're both already heated up from hours' worth of raunchy texts. I'm so wet I can feel the arousal trickling down the insides of my thighs.

He kisses my neck, sending thousands of electrical tendrils shooting through my limbs and down my spine. I gasp when his mouth finds my breast, lips closing around the nipple, while one hand slips below and cups my pussy. "Holy hell," he growls. "You've been waiting for me for hours, haven't you, Audrey?"

"Yes," I rasp as his fingers slide between my wet folds.

I let my hands wander, exploring the hard muscles stretching down his arms. The bulky biceps, the strong forearms. I can't get enough of him, so I scan his chest, too, fingertips lingering in lazy circles around his hardened nipples while he takes good care of mine.

"Spread your legs for me, Audrey," Jason says.

I do as I'm told and he slips a finger inside me. "Ah!" I moan as he probes my entrance, reveling in the sound of erotic wetness. I've been ready since I met him. So ready.

"Hold on," he says, pausing for a moment.

I'm about to cry as he pulls back. This can't be it. This can't be over.

But Jason isn't anywhere near done with me. He guides me across the living room and around the sofa. "Bend over," he commands me. "It's how you wanted it, Audrey. And that's how you're getting it."

Nodding slowly, I lean forward and place my hands on the back of the sofa, keeping my legs spread wide for him. He slaps my ass, and I yelp in surprise.

"I gave you an order, Audrey. What do you say when you wish to comply?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He spanks me again. The sting is subtle yet powerful enough to make my knees shake and my pussy clench. I'm aching for him. I'm aching to be stretched and filled and fucked for the first time in my life, and I will do anything he wants.

"Yes, sir!" I moan again.

"Good girl," he mutters, and I listen as he settles behind me.

I should tell him. He should know that I've never been with a man before. "Oh, God!" I manage as I feel his tongue sliding between my slick folds, tasting and licking everything in its path. "Oh…"

"You taste like heaven, baby," he says, then proceeds to shamelessly eat my pussy.

Kissing. Licking. His lips close around my swollen clit while I grip the sofa tighter. A ball of lightning unfurls in my core as I feel an orgasm building up. I can barely breathe as he suckles my tender nub and slips two fingers inside me—the movement beckoning me to slowly rock my hips, back and forth.

Jason is crouching beneath me, the back of his head against the sofa, while his hands take hold of my ass and prompt me to grind against his face. He continues to go down on me, hungrier with each passing second, while simultaneously finger-fucking me out of this world.

The pressure is too much to bear. I reach the edge of madness and unravel. I come hard, gasping and crying out in sweet agony as the ripples dismantle me from the inside out.

My knees are weak and barely able to hold me as I continue to ride the wave while Jason stands and positions himself behind me. My mind is numb but my body is alive and kicking. Jason's index and thumb catch my chin, turning my head so he can kiss me.

I taste myself on his lips.

"It's my first time," I whisper, shivering in the settling night.

Outside, the city sleeps beneath the cold winter snow. Inside, despite the dropping temperatures, I can see the condensation building up on my living room windows. The stiff silence has me worried and I open my eyes to find Jason staring at me in disbelief, his cock twitching anxiously, nestled between my buttocks.

"What did you say?"

"It's my first time being with a man."

"Are you serious?"

"Is that a problem?" I manage, suddenly afraid he won't want me.

Jason's gaze softens for a moment but then he kisses me again. It feels different this time, however. It reaches deeper into my being with a sense of reassurance, of something more powerful and infinitely more intense. The wonder of discovery burns brighter as he pauses to look me in the eyes. "Relax," he says.

"I want you inside me, Jason. All of you."

"All of me."

"Yes, all of you. Just like I said in my text," I insist. The passion between us demands absolute abandonment. I don't need silk gloves and princess treatment. "Take me. Hard and deep."

He smiles, gently caressing my face, then kisses me again before he probes my entrance with his rock-hard cock. Slowly, he slides in, one inch at a time, and I hold my breath as I feel everything, as my pussy stretches to welcome him. He is huge and thick and it hurts, but in the best possible way. It quickly becomes addictive just to have him inside me.

"How does it feel?" Jason asks. "Fucking hell, you're so wet, Audrey. You were made for this, I swear."

"It feels incredible," I say, my voice uneven as I tilt my hips back.

He groans and thrusts himself all the way in.

The shooting, sharp pain is brief. I whimper for a moment, quivering as he holds me firmly by the hips and then gently moves. The motion takes on a rhythm of its own and before long, the discomfort fizzles out and pleasure takes over. Raw, decadent, all-consuming pleasure as I welcome this man with each thrust.

"Audrey," Jason manages. "I'm going to make you come again. And I'm going to fuck you hard, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir."

As if suddenly activated, one hand moves between my legs. He massages my pussy, fingers eager to work my clit into another frenzy. It's already flushed and overly sensitive, every stroke sending waves of pure fire to ravage my senses, while his cock slides in and out of me with growing intensity.

"Touch yourself," he says.

I squeeze my breasts, massaging the soft flesh, then tease and pinch my nipples the way he said he likes it. He glances down, over my shoulder, fucking me harder and deeper while simultaneously stimulating my clit. I can feel the second climax coming, vicious and determined to shatter me into bits and pieces.

"Yes!" I cry out, the sound of skin slapping skin causing my mind to go haywire.

We become wild animals in the middle of a January night, with no inhibitions, no remorse, not a care in the world except for this particular union, for the sizzling heat between us. Our bodies become one as Jason pounds me into oblivion, fucking me and stroking me while I beg for more.

"Come for me, Audrey. Come for me now."

"Oh, Jason, yes!" I scream and shiver as I explode, bursting like a volcano as he gives me everything he's got. I love the sound of his beastly grunts, the way he bites into my shoulders and thrusts himself deeper, harder, until I clench tightly around his cock and glaze him with my essence as he releases himself, filling me with his seed.

"Fucking hell," he manages, but I'm too busy still enjoying every damn second.

All I can do is kiss him desperately, then shamelessly ask for more.

"You were made for me," he whispers, holding me close.

"Jason, I need more."

"Good because I'm not going anywhere just yet."

"The bedroom is that way," I reply and nod to my left.

He takes my hand and leads me there. My heart flutters, my pussy still quivering and pulsing, as I brace myself for what's to come. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He fills me to perfection.

But something tells me it'll end badly.