Chapter 9 : Crossing the Line

Simone

It was hard separating everything else that was going on from my time with Michael. There was something strange about showing him houses and knowing I was also going to be touring houses around town with two other very attractive, wealthy men.

Michael was the only client who'd made a real commitment, though. It wasn't that I liked him more than my other two clients; I just spent a lot more time with him. Also, there was the undeniable chemistry between us.

When we met up a few days later, we were touring a smaller condo near Rodeo Drive. The commission wasn't nearly as high, but he told me he was considering something smaller for himself, that he may decide to get a home in the valley and a condo in the city. That would be great for me if it happened. One thing at a time, though.

I knew the second he got out of his car that this was a mistake. I immediately started fantasizing about him pushing me up against the car and taking me right there. I was dripping wet before he'd reached the front door. It also didn't help that I could make out his manhood beneath his shorts. I tried so hard not to stare, but he was… huge. I wondered if he'd even fit all the way inside of me.

Snap out of it, Simone. Sell this man a house first.

Michael smiled at me with his big, toothy grin, and I melted. There was a heat growing in my belly and between my legs. It took all the strength I had not to jump into his arms and maul him. I refused to even shake his hand because I knew his touch would unravel me. I could barely look him in the eye.

"Everything okay, Simone?" he asked with his hand outstretched to me.

"Just not feeling great," I lied. Honestly, I was feeling too good. I wanted to bathe in this feeling.

"Should we reschedule?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. It was so sweet and so sexy. Shit.

"No, no, I'll be okay. I think you're really going to enjoy this place," I said, putting on a thick realtor mask and trying to block out all of my emotions. If I could just pretend he was any old client off the street, maybe I'd have a chance to get through this showing.

For a condo, it was huge and spacious. There were only three bedrooms, but they all took up their own floor. Whoever designed this place clearly liked their own space. On the first floor was the master suite with pool access. There was a nice-sized living room that had a TV that was way too large for the space. A lot had been crammed into the space, and it was making it look crowded.

"Just imagine this room with nothing in it," I told him. "You can arrange it and design it however you'd like. It's a great entertaining space, but there's also the pool area if you'd like to utilize that."

He had his eyes closed, and a sexy smirk sprung to his face.

"If I entertained, would you come over?" he asked.

I blushed, grateful his eyes were closed, and he couldn't see my face. "I would definitely bring you a congratulatory basket and some wine. That's pretty standard for all realtors."

"And would you get in the pool?" he asked, with his eyes still closed and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Well, I wouldn't want to offend you," I whispered huskily. My mask was officially down, and I could feel that familiar buzz between us. It was driving me up the f*cking wall. I wanted to climb out of my skin and into his. I didn't think it was possible that we would ever be close enough.

I took a step back, though, out of habit. I needed to steer the conversation back to more neutral territory. I just needed to sell him one place.

"But," I went on, "I probably couldn't stay long. So many clients and homes to sell," I said with an edge to my voice.

His eyes were still closed. "What a shame," he pouted. "I'm imagining you in a sexy bikini. When all my guests left, I'd take it off for you with my teeth and feel you under the water. You'd wrap your legs around my waist and I'd–"

"Maybe we should go look at the kitchen," I squeaked, practically running out of the room. I heard him sigh deeply and then heard the sounds of him following behind me. This situation was clouding my judgment.

I plastered the realtor mask back on and made sure not to ask him to imagine anything else for the rest of the tour. He liked the smaller kitchen and said it was definitely great for entertaining. Then, as we toured each bedroom, he talked about how he would design each one. He seemed to get the message that we were keeping this interaction light and professional.

That was, of course, until we got to the master bedroom. God, why did I have to show this sexy man so many bedrooms? Nothing good came from the two of us being in bedrooms.

I stood in the doorway as he walked around, examining the space. I tried not to check him out, but I couldn't help myself. His legs were so long, and his muscles were so lean. I wanted to lick each and every one. Then there was his ass. It was a nice ass, tight and round. I wanted to press my body against his and squeeze that ass as I squeezed other parts of him with other parts of me.

He turned to look at me, and I knew he saw it; he saw the lust in my eyes and the way I was looking at him slack-jawed. I could barely hold myself up anymore, instead leaning against the doorframe for support.

He reached out his hand to me, and I took it. He led me gently to the bed, and I sat down without even thinking about it. I wasn't a rational human being anymore; I was a sexual goddess ready to be worshiped.

He sat next to me, and his hands slipped around my back, pulling down the zipper of my dress. Then, his large hands pulled me up to a standing position. He reached down to my knees and slowly pulled the hem of the dress up until he was pulling it over my head. I was wordless and shivering, but I couldn't stop what was happening between us. I didn't even want to breathe in case it ruined this moment.

I heard him curse under his breath as his hands continued exploring my body. God, they were huge. Each hand could cover one of my breasts easily. Unfortunately, big hands did not mean nimble fingers. He couldn't quite unclasp my bra, so I pulled it off without undoing the clasp.

Immediately, he was taking one sensitive bud into his mouth. I was already on the verge of exploding, and I cried out as I felt his hot mouth around me. My hands wound through his course hair, and I held him there firmly.

His tongue did a dance around my nipple, and I wished I knew the steps. Just when I thought I knew what he was doing, he would change it up, and I would gasp harder. I was in shambles. Totally, completely useless in his hands and mouth.

His hands continued their exploration of my body, ticking at sensitive areas, and taking note of every single moan that came out of my mouth. He was a quick learner. Every time he did something I liked, he would repeat the action until I was close to losing my mind. Then he'd stop suddenly and move to a different part of my body.

He was driving me crazy. He was toying with me, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. I could feel his lips smiling against my breasts every time I would grunt in frustration.

Finally, carefully, he moved me so that I was laying down underneath him. I was nearly completely bare, and he was completely clothed. It hardly seemed fair, but I wasn't complaining. He was creating sensations in my body that I'd never experienced before.

He moved up to my mouth, finally kissing me in earnest. I wasn't in the mood to be chaste; I immediately parted my lips and pulled his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue until he was the one moaning. I could feel his full erection between us and I was all but begging him. He made no motion to disrobe, though.

Instead, he broke our kiss and started nibbling my neck. As he did so, one of his hands reached down and pulled down my panties. He was slowly unwrapping me like a Christmas present, and I was ready to share all of my gifts with him.

The same hand started making lazy circles up and down my inner thigh. He'd start at the knee and slowly trace a pattern up to my aching lips, then move back down and start again. I wanted to scream in pleasure and anticipation. When I couldn't take it anymore, I forcefully grabbed his hand and placed it at my entrance. He was barely even touching me, and my back was already arched to meet him.

I felt him laugh against my skin and he made quick work to kiss down my body until his mouth was hovering above his hand.

"Hungry little thing," he murmured against my mound. I was squirming against him, dying to feel friction there.

Finally, achingly slowly, he slipped one finger inside of me as he took my flesh inside his mouth. This time I did moan, finally feeling the sweet relief of our bodies connecting. My eyes closed, but I swore to God I could see a galaxy. After all the teasing, my body was more sensitive than ever, and I came quicker than I ever had in my life. It was a strong orgasm, starting in my abdomen and then exploding to every part of me.

Michael continued gently licking between my folds until I fully came down. When I finally opened my eyes, I noticed that he had his member in his other hand and had been stroking himself the whole time he'd been doing his magic on me. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My fingers instinctively moved to my clit, swollen and spent, yet somehow already ready for round two. My fingers worked in firm, small circles as I watched him bring himself to release. I worked harder and faster until I came for the second time.

We laid there for a few moments, sweaty and exhausted. I'd started to doze off when the reality of what just happened hit me. It's not like I'd been on a date and taken the guy back to my place for the best sex of my life. I was in someone else's bed, in a condo I was trying to sell. The man lying next to me was my client. This was so f*cked up.

I sat up and started searching around for my clothes. I quickly pulled my underwear back on and yanked my bra over my head. My dress was, inexplicably, on the other side of the room. I ran to it and pulled it on. I couldn't pull the damn zipper up, but I wasn't going to ask Michael for help. No way in hell. I couldn't even look at him.

"Simone, what's wrong?" he asked gently. "Did I do something?"

I could hear a tinge of regret, as if he wasn't sure that I'd wanted what had just happened. Truthfully, I'd never wanted anything more in my life. Now wasn't the time, though.

"If anybody walked in right now, I'd be fired," I answered hysterically. There was no sense left in my brain, just panic and fear. "I can't do this anymore!"

"Simone," he called out, but I locked myself into the ensuite bathroom.

"You need to leave," I yelled through the door. "I'll lock up once you're gone. Just, please, go." I was a little desperate.

I heard him approach the door and saw his shadow underneath.

"Simone, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered from the other side.

"I can't be your realtor anymore," I responded. "Please find someone else."

He didn't respond, but his shadow moved, and I heard him leave the room. A few minutes later, I heard the front door slam.

I collapsed on the floor and wept.