James Conway - In Cold Blonde

Ryan answered his phone. “Hello,” he said, “This is a surprise.”

“I know you said you were busy and we should wait a couple of days before getting together,” Anne said. “But, I don’t know, seeing you today made me realize how much I’ve missed talking to you. Any chance you can squeeze in a quick drink a little later? I’ll be in Hollywood; we could meet at Musso and Frank, in like an hour or something. But if you’re too busy, I understand, no pressure.”

Ryan was torn. Part of him wanted to drop everything and meet her. Another part of him wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. She had broken his heart.

But she was a lawyer and he did have some legal questions he’d like answered about his Lotto ticket. And he was curious about what she wanted. So… “You know what, Anne. I could probably use a break. Sure let’s get together. I’ll meet you at Musso’s, how’s seven o’clock?”

“Perfect,” Anne said, “Just perfect.”

There are three TVs behind the bar of the Windows Lounge, all tuned to the same station. The time was six-fifteen, and the local NBC affiliate was in the middle of their news broadcast. The sound was muted, of course, can’t have TV chatter interrupting drunken conversation, and the three 42-inch flat screens all cut to a picture of Colin Wood. If those in the bar could have heard the anchor, they would have heard that the victim of the murder last night in the Havoc parking lot has just been identified as Hollywood actor, Colin Wood.

Adam and Alice were on their second round. Adam’s back was to the TV’s, so he couldn’t see Colin’s picture. Alice, however, had a front row seat. She expected the police to ID Colin, so she wasn’t surprised. She was interested to see what else they were reporting, how good a description of her they had and what the police were saying about the investigation. But there would be plenty of time for that later.

She turned her attention back to Adam. He was rambling on about his business now, how he had a personal hotline to the CEO’s of America’s top companies, and he could set her up with the job of her dreams. Yeah, yeah, yeah, she thought. Let’s just cut to the chase. Rent us a room already.

“So, are you hungry?” Adam asked. “We could go somewhere, Spago’s or Matsuhisa if you like sushi.”

Alice slid closer to Adam, dropped her voice to a sexy whisper. “You know what I really like?” she asked.

Adam could feel her breath on his face. “What?” he asked.

“Room service.” Then she touched his hand. Voltage seemed to flow through her fingers and shoot through Adam’s body. He was caught a little off guard but Adam was quick on the uptake. “Rumor has it they have room service in this hotel.”

“Really? Such a shame we don’t have a room.”

He smiled. “That’s a problem easily solved.” Adam got up. “I’ll be right back.”

Adam got a key from the front desk, bought a bottle of Cristal champagne from the bar, grabbed two glasses and led Alice into the elevator. They were alone and when the door closed, he stepped into her arms and kissed her.

As a teenager Alice fantasized about the first time she’d kiss Adam Devlin. Sometimes she’d be at her locker, alone in an empty corridor and, when she turned around, he’d be standing in front of her. They’d look lovingly into each other’s eyes, and then kiss. Other times she’d be on the staircase going up and he’d be coming down and they’d bump into each other. They stare wordlessly at each other and then kiss. Or she’d be in her bedroom doing homework and he’d crawl in through the window, take her in his arms and kiss.

Silly schoolgirl fantasies that never came true.

But now she was kissing him and it was, surprisingly, wonderful. They melted into each other. Their tongues found a perfect rhythm, their bodies fit seamlessly, and even their breathing was in sync. It felt like they belonged together.

With a Ding, the elevator glided to a stop. The door opened and their lips parted, but their eyes were still locked together. “You are unbelievable,” Adam whispered.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Alice said, grabbed his hand and led him off the elevator. “What’s our room number?”

“1224,” Adam said, stopping in front of the door.

“My new lucky number,” she said.

He opened the door. As they stepped inside, he put down the champagne and glasses. Alice dropped her purse on a chair and then turned back to the door. It was a big, heavy door on a pneumatic hinge and took a few seconds to close. Once it snapped shut Alice threw the dead bolt.

“Now where were we?” he asked. Adam took her hands, pulled her to him and kissed her.

It felt so good, she thought. She knew it shouldn’t. And she knew she shouldn’t be so aroused, but she was, in fact, soaking wet.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She hated this man. Hated what he had done to her. She was there to kill him, not fuck him.

But, still this was the fulfillment of that schoolgirl fantasy; why not let it play itself out.

His hands slipped under her blouse. She wore no bra and he cupped her breasts, his fingers massaging her nipples. She groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly Adam picked her up, carried her across the room and gently dropped her on the king size bed. He pulled off her blouse, her skirt and finally her shoes. He kissed the soles of both her feet then slowly kissed his way along her ankle, past her knee, up the thigh. He spread her legs and kissed the outside of her panties. She arched her back shoving her pussy into his face. He inhaled her scent, nibbling her clitoris through the thin, red fabric.

“Jesus, God,” she murmured.

Adam pulled off her panties. She was bare, smooth, soft. Perfect. He sunk his face into her, taking her clitoris between his lips, his tongue gentle but insistent. He wanted to make this beautiful woman come. He wanted her to think he was the greatest lover she’d ever had. This was not the norm for Adam, who usually just took what he wanted and moved on. But he wanted to make love to this woman, not just fuck her. He wanted tonight to be special.

“Oh, yes,” Alice groaned as the first wonderful thrumming of an orgasm stirred deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back, dug her fingers into the sheets. “Fuck, yes,” she breathed, her hips now moving in rhythm with his tongue.

Suddenly Alice realized how much she loved him then, and still loved him now. Maybe she misjudged him that night. Maybe he only did what he did because he was drunk.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, the wonderful moment was here. “Yes, yes, yes…” Her toes curled as the orgasm rocked her. “Oh, God!”

Adam felt her convulse as she climaxed. It was an incredible turn-on to watch her ecstasy, to feel her body vibrate as pleasure surged through her. He rolled over, stripping off his shirt, pants, and Calvin Klein Briefs. He was hard, Viagra hard, without the chemicals. She was the drug tonight and he was hoping to overdose.

Adam planted one arm on either side and suspended himself over her. “You are so beautiful,” he said, staring into her sparkling green eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me.” She said it with a desperate urgency that thrilled him.

He lowered his hips and ever so slowly entered her. Making love to this incredible woman was monumental and Adam wanted to cherish every millimeter of this first time inside her. She was tight, warm. Delicious.

Then they were moving together, slowly at first but within moments their lovemaking intensified as mouths met, hands groped, legs flayed and a frenzied, almost desperate need gripped them both.

Soon, oh, way too soon, Adam felt his orgasm coming. He tried to think it away but failed and gave himself into its power. He thrust, deeper and deeper until he practically exploded inside her.