“Work. She’s a fashion model and she’s doing a few campaign shoots.”
“A model? Really? Are you two identical?”
“No. We’re fraternal.”
“You didn’t want to get into the modeling business?”
“Nah. That isn’t my scene.”
“What is your scene?” I asked as I glanced over at her.
“Coffee and cozy coffee shops. I’m going to own one, one day.”
“A coffee shop? Really?”
“Yeah. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
Chapter 7
Julia
Before I could ask him what he did for a living, we pulled into his driveway, and I was enthralled by the modern looking and sophisticated Hampton style home.
“Wow. I love this,” I said as I climbed out of my jeep.
“Thanks. My brother Sebastian lives on this side,” he pointed to the right. “Stefan lives to the left of me, and Simon’s house is next to Stefan’s.”
We stepped into the house through the side door next to the garage which led into the kitchen. A big and elegant gourmet kitchen that had a breakfast nook and the most incredible view of the ocean.
Sam threw his keys down on the counter, walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“No. I’m good.” I wrapped my arms around him.
Suddenly, he leaned in and smashed his lips against the flesh of my neck. Goosebumps soared over my body as the burning desire down below intensified. His lips met mine and instantly our tongues collided. My heart was pounding out of my chest with excitement as he took down the straps of my dress, unzipped the back and let it fall to the ground. His hands groped my bare breasts and his fingers plucked at my hardened peaks.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.”
His hand moved down my torso, and his fingers slipped down the front of my panties. I gasped at the feel when he dipped his finger inside. I’d quickly undone his belt and his pants and stuck my hand down the front of them and grabbed a hold of his thick hard cock while he explored me. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than knowing the treat I was in for. It felt like Christmas day, and I was more than ready for my gift. He pushed me up against the wall in the living room and placed one hand against the wall while the other was exploring me down below. His hard and muscular body pressed against me as our lips tangled. My moans heightened and my heart raced as an orgasm flowed through me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he spoke. “I need to taste what I’ve been dying to since the moment I met you.”
He got on his knees and pressed his mouth against my most sensitive area, stroking my clit with his tongue while I moaned, and my fingers tangled in his hair. Standing up, he took down his pants and I saw first-hand what my hand had felt. The gods had truly blessed him, and I silently thanked them. Ripping the corner of the wrapper, he rolled the condom over his cock, lifted me up and held me with his strong arms as he thrust inside me. Our lips met again as he moved swiftly in and out. My body trembled with pleasure as my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him against me.
He carried me up to his bedroom as he was buried inside me. Laying me on the bed, he continued to move in and out while his mouth explored my breasts. I was swelling with delight and on the verge of another orgasm. What was happening? I’d never had two orgasms with a one-night stand before. His skills were beyond mad, and my body had no choice but to succumb to him. My nails dug into the flesh of his back as I let out several moans while I rode the pleasure wave. His movement became faster as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The sounds that emerged from him were sexy as hell and he halted and exploded inside me. His body dropped onto mine, and I slowly stroked his back while we waited for our breathing rate to slow down. Lifting his head, he looked at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a soft voice.
“I’m more than okay. You?”
“Same.” He smiled as he kissed my lips and climbed off me. “You can stay the night if you want. It’s kind of late for you to be driving home,” he said as he went into the bathroom.
“Sure. I think I will. I’m really tired.” I let out a yawn.
“I’m heading out early. Every Saturday morning, my brothers and I go surfing.”
“Okay. Just wake me if I’m not up.”
“I will. Good night, Julia.”
“Good night, Sam.” I gave him a smile as I rolled over.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and Sam wasn’t in bed. Looking at the clock it was six-thirty a.m. I let out a long yawn and noticed my dress was hanging on a hanger on the door. He must have brought it up from downstairs along with my panties that were sitting on his dresser. Climbing out of bed, I slipped into them and went downstairs.
“Good morning. I was just coming to wake you,” he said as I stepped into the kitchen.
“Good morning.”
“I made you a cup of coffee before you head out. Do you take cream or sugar?”
“Just black.”
“Really?” His brow arched. “How do you do that? I need to add cream to mine.” He handed me a cup.
“Coffee is a delicacy. Like a fine wine. If you overload it with creams and sugars, you’re taking away from the unique taste, aroma and notes of the different flavorings of the beans.”
“Uh-huh.” He slowly nodded his head as he held the creamer over his cup. “So, you’re telling me you never drink any types of lattes, macchiatos, etc? You just drink plain black coffee all the time?”
“No. I love me a good latte or macchiato every now and again. I’m just saying if you’re having a regular cup of coffee, it should be black and not smothered with cream or sugar.”
He took a spoon from the drawer, stirred his coffee and held up his cup.
“This is my latte.” He gave me a wink as a smirk crossed his lips. “Listen, Julia, before you go, we should talk about something.”
“Sure.” I took a sip of my coffee.
“Last night was great. It was amazing, but I’m not going to ask you for your phone number or ask you on a date. This was just a one-time thing.”
“Yeah. I know.” I nodded my head.
“You do?”
“Yeah. It was just a one-time thing for me too. I wasn’t expecting you to call me.”
“You weren’t?” His brows furrowed.
“No. We were attracted to each other last night, had some fun, and now it’s time to part ways.” I set my coffee cup down on the counter. “Thanks for the hook-up last night, but I must go. Do you know where my shoes are?” I looked around.
“I put them by the front door.” The frown never left his face.
Walking over to him, I extended my hand.
“It was nice to meet you, Sam.”
“It was nice to meet you too, Julia.” He lightly shook my hand.
“Maybe we’ll run into each other again someday. Enjoy surfing with your brothers.” I smiled as I headed towards the door.
“Uh, yeah. Have a good weekend.”
I slipped into my shoes, grabbed my purse and walked out.