by L. D. Davis
I squealed when he almost reached me, but I got away again. I was standing on the other side of the large, shining dining table.
“Do all of you models stand around together talking about how fat you are in your size zero dresses?” Emmet asked mockingly.
“I’m actually a size four this week,” I said, stroking my ass. Emmet groaned.
“Isn’t that fat for the modeling industry?” he teased.
“For some,” I admitted with a shrug. “But you know some people, men especially, like a little junk in the trunk.”
“I like your junk in your trunk,” he said, slowly pursuing me.
“How rude,” I gasped.
“Oh, you have no idea how rude I can be.”
“Is that some kind of threat?”
“No, baby, it’s a little insight to how the rest of your night is going to go,” he said, looking at me like he was going to eat me.
“Oh, you think?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, I know. Why don’t you unbutton that pretty shirt you have on.” It wasn’t really a question. It was a demand, and it turned me on.
“Like this?” I asked, walking backward as I unbuttoned a couple of buttons.
“More.” Emmet pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
I licked my lips when I saw his chest and unbuttoned two more buttons.
“More?” I asked with my hands on my shirt.
“All the way,” he said.
“What if I refuse?”
“I’ll tear it off of you.”
I swallowed hard. I kind of wanted him to tear it off of me. Well, not me. It was all Donya the Sex Goddess and Lover. I quickly unbuttoned the last few buttons before Donya SGL took over completely and I was left picking buttons up off of the floor.
I tossed the shirt onto the couch and hoarsely asked “Now what?”
Emmet was unbuttoning his shorts, revealing Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He could have easily fit in with the male models that advertised the underwear.
“Pull your shorts off,” Emmet commanded softly, nodding at my bottoms.
“Let me guess, if I don’t, you’ll tear them off?” I asked dubiously.
“Do you doubt that I can tear them off of you?” he asked menacingly as his shorts dropped to the floor. He stepped right out of them without losing his stride.
I swallowed again. SGL wanted me to keep the shorts on and let Emmet tear them off, but I thought about going back to my suite without shorts on. If I ran into my mom before I made it to my room, I wouldn’t have a reasonable lie to feed her.
I pulled the shorts off, but with a lot less gracefulness than Emmet. I lost my stride and before I could find it again, Emmet had caught up to me.
“Damn it!” I laughed as his arms circled my waist. His erection pressed against my ass and his lips moved over my neck.
“Now, what were you saying about Yale and cardigans and loafers?” he murmured into my skin.
“I don’t remember,” I breathed and moaned softly as the palm of his hand moved over my breast.
“Maybe we should recount the conversation in the bedroom,” he suggested. Before I could respond, he lifted me into his arms.
“I don’t suppose I can talk you out of that,” I said.
“No, baby, you started this. I’m just going to finish it.”
He kicked open the bedroom door and a moment later tossed me onto the large bed. He closed and locked the door and then climbed onto the bed over top of me. He plucked at a bra strap and shook his head with disapproval.
“This has to go,” he said and began to pull it down my arm. His lips followed, but between kisses he said, “Now, about Yale?”
“What about it?” I snorted.
His teeth nipped at my skin in warning.
“I mean…Harvard, right?” I asked as the strap slipped off of my arm completely.
“Mmm hmm,” he said and licked a path across my cleavage. Then his fingers were lifting the other strap. “What did you say about cardigans and loafers?”
“That it’s preppy and ridiculous looking?”
His teeth sunk into the upper curve of my breast, making me groan.
“I mean, you don’t dress like that. You dress like a real college boy.”
“Boy?” he growled, looking up at me.
“College man?”
“Better.” The other strap was off.
“I guess you want me to say that you don’t stand around patting each other’s backs for being rich?” I asked as his fingers began to release the front clasps of my bra.
He nodded.
“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I recant, but we both know it’s true. I won’t take back the tennis and golfing, though.”
“Well,” he grinned. “That much is true.”
He released the last clasp of my bra and my breasts spilled free. Emmet groaned and dragged his tongue slowly over a nipple.
“Emmet,” I gasped.
He pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it and the flesh surrounding it. I moaned and put my fingers in his hair. Each suction sent signals to the junction between my legs.
“Touch me,” I whispered earnestly as I moved his hand down. His fingers grazed over the cotton panties and I moaned loudly. He gripped the side of the underwear on my upper thigh and yanked. The tearing sound both shocked me and turned me on.
He released my breast with a wet sound and moved to the other one, shifting his body slightly over me. After he had sucked that breast into his mouth, he tore away the other side of my panties. I groaned and pushed my hips up to meet his fingers.
“Did you like that?” he asked, releasing my breast.
I nodded but couldn’t find my voice as his fingers moved through my folds.
“One day, I want to tear every inch of clothing off of you,” he groaned and licked my nipple. “Will you like that, Donya?”
I nodded again, eagerly.
“There’s so much I want to try with you,” he whispered, pushing a finger inside of me. I groaned and lifted my hips slightly to take him in deeper. He added a finger and pushed in deeply.
“Emmet,” I whispered. SGL needed more. That vixen reached up and squeezed her own nipples. Emmet groaned when he saw it.
“You surprise me every time we do this,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out of me. “You are a freak.”
“Only for you,” I panted.
“Maybe you’ll think I’m the freak after I tell you all of the things I want to do to you,” Emmet said.
“Tell me.”
“Someday soon, I want to come inside here.” His fingers swirled inside of me and I bit my lip and groaned. “I want to feel you come on my cock as I come inside of you. I want you to have that part of me. Do you want that, too?”
“Yes,” I cried. I had never thought about it before, but I really wanted it and thinking about it was making me impossibly slicker. “What else do you want to do to me?”
“I want to tie you to the bed and make you come until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’ll keep making you come anyway.”
His thumb pressed down on my clit and his teeth closed on my nipple. I screamed his name and shuddered as I came hard on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of me, kissed me and then rolled out of bed.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said as he walked over to his suitcase.
“I hope not,” I said breathlessly.
I watched as he opened his suitcase and moved a few things around. I saw my jars in there and smiled. A moment later, he produced a condom. He tossed it onto the bed and pulled his underwear off before getting back onto the bed between my legs.
“Do you know what else I want to do to you?” he asked as he opened the condom.
“Talk me to death?” I asked.
He lightly slapped my thigh.
“Ow,” I laughed.
“I want to try every sexual position we can think of. I want to slide my cock into every hole you have
.”
My thighs tried to close automatically as I frowned at that one.
“I think I have my limitations,” I said.
“I think we can explore them,” he said, lowering himself over me.
“Maybe,” I said doubtfully. “What else do you want to do to me?”
He slid into me. My head tilted back as I cried out. He was so large and filling inside of me.
Emmet laced his fingers in mine and put our arms above my head. He moved his hips back and forth, stretching me in every direction. He kissed me passionately for a moment. Then he slid out slowly and then rammed himself back inside of me.
“I want to marry you and give you a baby,” he whispered.
“Is this a proposal?” I asked, jokingly, but Emmet didn’t laugh. He stared into my eyes with such intensity that I stopped laughing.
“Let’s prove to everyone that we can be happy together, Donya,” he whispered. “Let’s do it for us. I can’t live without you. Marry me.”
“When?” I croaked as I looked up at him in shock.
“Next year. We’ll do the responsible thing and at least wait until you’re eighteen with a high school diploma. I never wanted anything more in my life. Will you marry me?”
Donya SGL got bored and sat down in the corner. She wanted raunchiness and hard sex, but she was shit out of luck this night.
“Yes,” I said, smiling up at the love of my life. “I’ll marry you, Emmet.”
His smile was so big it made my heart flip over in my chest. I had just agreed to marry Emmet Grayne. I knew in my heart he was the only man on earth that I wanted to share my life with.
“I love you,” Emmet said and kissed me before I could return the sentiment.
His fingers closed tightly around mine as he moved inside of me. It was painfully and wonderfully slow. With every deep thrust, his hips pinned mine to the bed and he rubbed against my clit. My breasts rubbed against his bare chest. The sensations were overwhelming and I wanted some control, but I was helpless with my hands pinned above my head.
“Donya,” Emmet gasped my name as his lips tore away from mine.
His hands squeezed mine as he thrust harder and deeper.
“I’m going to…” He groaned loud and long as his orgasm took over. He held himself deeply inside of me, sending me over the edge screaming his name and nearly sobbing.
When he released my hands and collapsed partially on top of me, I put my hands in his hair and kissed him.
“I love you,” I said, when I released him. “You make me happy even when things are dark around me. You bring me your light, Emmet.”
“Whatever is inside of me is also inside of you, baby,” he said, touching my heart. “Because…”
“We’re connected,” I finished for him and put my hand on his heart.
“Even if I’m not near you, I know you can look inside of yourself and light those dark places. As long as you know I love you and I am yours, and you are mine.”
I kissed him again and didn’t mind the few tears that trickled out of my eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Felix finished filming earlier than expected that night. When he walked into his suite, I had just buttoned the last button on my shirt that I had only moments before plucked off of the floor along with my shorts. The only thing I was missing was my panties, but they were destroyed and tangled in Emmet’s bedding.
“Hey,” Felix said when he saw me. His tired eyes lit up a little bit, and he managed a sleepy smile. Then with a less than thrilled tone, he asked, “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Sleeping,” I said, trying to act casual. I didn’t want Felix to know what I was doing with Emmet before he crashed.
“Well, it helps that I’m not here most of the time,” he said with a shrug. He dropped onto the couch and threw an arm over his eyes. “Sit down and talk to me for a little while.”
I felt naked without my underwear on, but the least I could do was sit down for a few minutes with Felix. I joined him on the couch, keeping a safe distance between us.
“Did you have a good day with Emmet?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” I said. “Thank you for bringing him to me today.”
His only response to that was a halfhearted shrug. I knew it must have taken an enormous amount of Felix’s pride to do what he did for me.
“And thank you for listening last night,” I added.
When he finished filming the night before, we went to dinner, and I told him about my mom’s illness and gave him a history lesson about my relationship with her and my dad. He had mostly listened, which was fine. I wasn’t expecting him to produce any miracles.
“I’m your friend,” he said, peeping at me from under his arm. “I’ll do my best to always be there for you.”
“Thanks, Felix,” I smiled warmly at him. I relaxed and pulled my legs up on the couch and rested my head on the back of it. “Isn’t it funny how close we are in such a short time?”
“Yes,” he said, dropping his arm from his face altogether. “I trust you, and I don’t trust many people. Trusting anyone is hard. I never know who is just out to use me for my fame or money or who wants to stab me in the back and break my kneecaps.”
“I only want to break your kneecaps on occasion,” I said.
He grinned. “I don’t know about breaking them, sweetheart, but you bring me to my knees almost daily.”
I rolled my eyes but continued to smile at him. I’d gotten used to Felix’s blatant flirting. Though I knew he had some more than friendly feelings for me, I also knew that he was just a big flirt in general, and I didn’t have to worry about him going over the line. Well, at least not too far over the line.
“I was thinking about your situation,” he said after a comfortable moment of silence.
“Which situation would that be?”
“Your homeless situation.”
“I’m not homeless,” I said, looking at him with a perplexed expression.
“You may as well be. You guys are living in a hotel.”
“I was thinking about getting an apartment.”
“I have a better idea,” he said. He sat up straight and looked at me conspiringly. “Why not move into the apartment that’s attached to the penthouse? You will have full access to the loft of course, but the apartment will give you the privacy you need when you want it. It will take some of the stress off while dealing with your mom too.”
“So…” I looked at him with my head tilted slightly. “You want me to move in with you?”
Felix chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t quite put it like that, but yeah, I guess. When I’m in New York, we’ll be roommates, more or less.”
I thought about the empty apartment adjoined to Felix’s penthouse. I had been in it once before when he took me on a tour. It had three bedrooms, two and a half full bathrooms, and an open floor plan with an eat-in kitchen, a small dining area, and a large living room area. One whole wall in the living room was all glass, with an awesome view of Times Square. The apartment had a separate entrance so that I wouldn’t have to walk through Felix’s penthouse to get to it.
It would have been great to have an actual home to go to at the end of a long work day or after returning from a trip. No matter how cozy the hotel suites I had stayed in were, they never quite felt like a home, but I imagined that I could make Felix’s place feel like home. Emmy could visit and have her own space. Most importantly, it would be good for my mom to have a more permanent residence while we were in the city. I had been seriously considering getting an apartment anyway, though I knew I’d never be able to afford the location and size of the apartment Felix was offering.
“How much would my rent be?” I asked.
Felix bristled as he gave me a look of disdain. “I don’t want your money, sweet cakes.”
“In the real world, I’d have to pay rent, Felix,” I said with disapproval in my tone.
“Donya, I understand that, but I’m not ch
arging you rent. You’ll still be on your own for everything else, but I’m not going to make you pay to stay in the apartment.”
“You can’t just give it to me for nothing,” I objected.
“I can do whatever the hell I want,” Felix snapped. “Look, I own real-estate all over the place. I have the house in Malibu and another house in Napa Valley, a flat in London and a penthouse in Paris. I’m about to buy a villa in Italy. Not only do I not want or need your rent money, but as your career carries you around the world, mi casa es tu casa. You can stay in any of the places that I own, rent free. It’s not open for negotiation.”
I looked at Felix for a long moment. My heart swelled for him and his generosity.
“Why are you being so generous to me?”
He looked me directly in the eyes as his expression sobered. When he spoke, his voice was low and soft.
“Because you are a humble, honest, hard-working woman that doesn’t like to take advantage of anyone, not even those of us who willingly put ourselves out there for you to do just that.” His eyes drifted away from mine before he continued. “And because I’m pretty sure I love you.”
Suddenly, he was on his feet and stretching his limbs as he did an excellent job of avoiding eye contact with me after his confession that left me feeling surprised, flattered, sad, and unworthy.
“I will have someone go in and clean up the apartment for you,” Felix said. “Now all you have to do is tell your boyfriend that you’re moving in with a real man.”
He looked at me with his acting skills up to par. All signs of his confession were gone.
“That’s exactly the kind of thing to say if you want to make my life more difficult,” I said, getting to my feet. I started towards the door, but I turned around and looked at him again. “Thank you, Felix.”
“You’re welcome, gorgeous,” he said sincerely. “Now I’m going to bed, and you should, too,” he said around another yawn. “We have to be up early.” A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome face. “You can sleep in my bed if you don’t think you’ll make it across the hall.”
I rolled my eyes at him, grabbed my water and headed to the door.
