‘Do you have any idea how fucking mesmerising your eyes are?’ He said, brushing a wayward lock of hair out the way of my face. ‘So blue. I want to bathe in them.’
I smirked up at him. ‘Seriously, my eyes? Is that all you like about me, Mr Belmore?’
He tossed his head back and laughed. ‘Oh no, Miss Kendal, they literally are the tip of the iceberg. I love your hair, your nose,’ he kissed the tip of my nose, causing me to wriggle and giggle. ‘Your neck, this sexy little dent in the groove of your shoulder, your chest, your breasts, your nipples.’ He planted a map of kisses as he listed the areas of my body he adored and when he got to my nipple, he freed one of my breasts from its constraint and nibbled gently. His teeth sent powerful shock waves through my entire body. It surprised me he wasn’t tossed ten feet in the air. Far from it though. He didn’t stop. He opened his mouth and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowed as he drew more of my breast into his mouth. My back arched and my pussy gushed. I needed him.
‘Will you quit with the small talk and fuck me already, Mr Belmore?’
His face lit with amusement. ‘If you insist, Miss Kendal. I shall fuck you until you scream so loud the glass shatters around our ears.’
I had no doubt that could happen given what I’d experienced of him so far. I watched as Conrad raised onto his knees and, in one swift motion whipped his shirt over his head, revealing a perfectly chiselled chest, a rock hard torso and a perfect arrow of hair which stretched from his tummy button down to the waistband of his trousers. My pussy throbbed as he unbuckled his belt and slid it from his trousers. He tossed it to one side and with one hand flicked open his button and lowered his zipper. When he released his cock it sprang free, rock hard and raring to go. I could have orgasmed at the view alone.
‘All that for me?’ I said and nibbled on my bottom lip in hungry anticipation.
He nodded and climbed back on top of me. Pinning me to the makeshift bed. ‘Damn right, it’s all for you.’
His deft fingers hooked into my underwear and tugged at them. I shifted my weight to help and he tossed them to one side without caring where they landed. He’d fixed his eyes on one spot and one spot only. My wet pussy. My thighs parted wide, giving him an uninterrupted view. Knowing he could see me, all of me, made me feel sexy. I slid my fingers between my legs and parted my folds for him. Inviting him to do as he pleased. He shook his head with disbelief before pressing the bulbous end of his cock against my flesh. He groaned as he rubbed it along the lengths of my folds. I was getting impatient. My greedy sex needed him to get on with it and fuck me. I dug my fingernails into his taut ass cheeks and tried to pull him forward but he was having none of it. The pussy-tease was determined to make me wait.
‘Be patient,’ he said and leaning forward and wrapping some of my hair around his fist. He tugged my head, so we were nose to nose. Eye to eye. His minty breath caressed my face. I tried to kiss him, but he dodged my advances. ‘No chance,’ he rasped. ‘I’m going to swim in those delicious eyes of yours while we fuck.’ Then he plunged into me deep and hard and I screamed. I tried to bury my face into his shoulder but he tugged harder on my hair to make sure my eyes never broke from his. He wasn’t lying. He would stare into my eyes the entire time. With his cock buried deep inside me, he paused, stretching my inner walls to breaking point. Then, once he’d gathered his senses, he thrust. Softly and slowly at first. My hands clenched onto his ass, which flexed powerfully with each drive forward of his hips. But when his pace sped up and the pressure in my core built to breaking point, I couldn’t hold on anymore. I was powerless beneath him. Powerless and at his complete mercy as he worked us both into a frenzy. Not once did he remove his eyes from mine and every time I closed mine, even for a second, he tightened his grip on my hair, reminding me to look at him. Soon it became too much. The force of him and the tension in my pussy reached an earth-shattering crescendo. I clamped my legs around his back as I convulsed. Again and again and again. I groaned and growled like a fucking animal when my head, heart, stomach, and core detonated all at once. ‘For fuck’s sake, Tabby, you are too fucking good.’ His voice, gruff and gravelly, was right next to my ear. Unable to hold back any more he howled his frustrations away as he pummelled deeper and harder than he had before. His dick pulsated as he spilled his seed deep inside me. It kept coming, thick and hot, until finally, he slumped. Together we lay, perspiration licking at our skin and our bodies entwined as one. We panted and pulsed with aftershocks which seemed never-ending. And before too long, the stirring of his cock stiffening again inside me was a clue that food would have to wait a little longer.
Chapter Nine
Tabby
As I expected we didn’t get round to eating much food. We nibbled a little but neither of us ate what could be described as a proper-sized meal. We had however burnt through an innumerable amount of calories, so I wasn’t surprised when the following morning, I was woken by a stomach growling with discontent.
I’d woken nestled under Conrad’s arm. He was still in deep slumber. His face relaxed and ethereal against the hazy morning sunshine which beamed through the glass surrounding us. Not wanting to wake him, I slipped out of his embrace and reached for his shirt. At some point, a particularly heated one, he’d torn the red dress straight off my body. I gulped at the prospect of having to tell Rowan that I’d ruined her lucky dress but vowed to buy her a new one. She’d have to come with me though, because I had no idea where to start shopping for a dress with such allure.
I slipped into Conrad’s shirt and padded across the flagstone floor towards the food. I grabbed a bunch of grapes to nibble on then tip-toed outside. It was more stunning out there than I remembered. And quiet. How could such a huge property be so quiet? Surely Conrad didn’t live here alone. I meandered around a perfectly manicured stepping-stone path and stood admiring the castle. It really was something else. If I had to guess I would put it at 16th century. It was three stories high complete with turrets and at least a dozen chimneys each with three pots on top. A well-loved topiary garden nestled just around the corner and I wasn’t sure but I thought it might have been guarding an actual maze.
Conrad could bring any woman he wanted here, I thought. Models, actresses, probably even royalty. So why me? Had he sensed my desperation? Instantly my heart dropped, and I wished the evil thought hadn’t taunted me. But it was too late. It had. I frowned and popped a juicy grape into my mouth. I didn’t know Conrad that well. I know he’d been in attendance at the god awful gathering at Wallington House that time but was now certain he had nothing to do with the organisation of it. Either that or he wasn’t as concerned about the reputation of the business as he’d led me to believe. Suddenly the chill of the autumn air licked at my skin and made me shudder. Surely not? He’d couldn’t have been putting on a show of respectability just to get me here? To have his way with me.
I shook my head to rid it of the awful thoughts. They must have been wrong. The things we had done with one another, too one another, were as intimate as a couple could get. Not once had Conrad made me feel like just one more notch on his bedpost. He’d treated me like a precious jewel. He’d been both a beast and a gentleman in the bedroom. But then again. Was he like that with all the girls? Had he humoured me by giving me the job? Was I recruited because he had an itch he needed scratching and I was just the prime candidate for it?
Conrad
I woke with a start. She’d gone. But where? She can’t have gone far. Not with the mess I made of her clothes last night. I jumped to my feet and yanked on my crumpled trousers. The vivid red material of her dress was slumped in a pile. I gathered it from the floor and held it to my nose. It smelt of her. A combination of her floral perfume and sex. The scent aroused my cock once more. I swear, my rod had been so used and abused over the last twelve hours it surprised me he wasn’t threatening strike action. A sudden breeze alerted me to the fact that the door was open. She’d gone outside. But why? I hoped she wasn’t ill. Or worse, full of regret. T
entatively I followed the path she would have taken and stopped dead in my tracks when I clapped eyes on her. A vision. Standing as still as a statue, with only the breeze in the fresh morning air stroking the loose strands of her hair. She was looking at the castle. My home. Soon to be her home. Seeing it through her eyes reminded me of how beautiful it was and why, when I’d bought it for a song from the struggling owner, I knew it would be my own private residence. I’d imagined filling every room with children but hadn’t considered when or how or who with. Now I knew exactly when and exactly who with. It would be as soon as possible and it was with the woman who stood before me. The woman who was wearing nothing but my shirt and making it look more exquisite than a designer ball gown.
I stalked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle; I pressed my palms against her lower stomach where her womb nestled deep inside, waiting for me to fill it with the next Belmore family generation. ‘Hey sexy,’ I said, nuzzling into her raven hair. But instead of leaning into me, which was the response I’d expected, she pulled away slightly. ‘Are you feeling OK this morning?’ I asked quizzically.
She shrugged a shoulder, and I froze.
‘Honey?’ I spun her around and held her close. But the enchanting eyes which had fast become my anchor remained lowered. ‘Is everything OK? Is it something I’ve done?’ I asked, my heartbeat quickening with the realisation that I may have taken it too far too fast. That my insatiable appetite for her, and only her, may have caused offence.
She quirked her lips. ‘I’m fine,’ she said solemnly. ‘At least, I think I’m fine. I’m not sure.’
I dipped my face to catch her attention and drew her closer. ‘You do know that if there’s anything wrong you can tell me, don’t you?’
She flashed her eyes up to mine momentarily before again fixing them on a spot on my chest. ‘Yeah, I do. At least I think I do. It’s just I don’t want to sound clingy or needy or stupid or—’
‘Listen,’ I stopped her mid-sentence. ‘You are none of those things, and I never, ever want you to think you are. So go on. Spill. Why would you think you were?’
She inhaled and raised her eyes to mine; they overflowed with sincerity. So much so that my heartbeat quickened. ‘Why me, Conrad?’
‘Why you?’ I spluttered. ‘What the hell? Why not you?’
‘Look at you,’ she said, lowering her face again.
I hated when she did that. My strong, confident, argumentative Snow White should never feel unworthy of eye contact so I hooked my finger under her perfect jaw and raised her face to mine. ‘What do you mean? Look at me, Tabby. Tell me what’s on your mind.’
‘You’re everything. Successful, smart, funny, handsome as sin. And look at your home. It’s stunning. You could have any woman in the world so why me Conrad? Why me?’ Her eyes sparkled with tears. ‘Is this why I got the job? Because you wanted to tick me off your fantasy list?’
‘Whoa there, Mrs,’ I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. ‘Of course this isn’t why I employed you. I employed you because you’re smart and capable and because you have better business sense than most.’
My arguments to contradict her fears caused a smile to form on her lips. But it was meek. I’d not convinced her enough, so I needed to try harder. Make damn sure she believed me before she retreated into her professional shell and never re-emerged. ‘Listen, I don’t whisk every woman I meet back here. In fact, you are the first I’ve ever brought back here. My staff had kittens when I told them you were coming—’
‘Staff!’ She exclaimed tugging at the hem of my shirt to cover herself more, her eyes darting everywhere to make sure there weren’t prying eyes roaming all over her fantastic legs.
I laughed. ‘Don’t worry, we’re all alone. I sent them to a hotel for the night all expenses paid. I wanted to be alone with you. All night. With no interruptions.’
She relaxed a little and tucked some stray hair behind her ear. God, I loved that habit of hers. ‘But still. I’m not sure I can continue working for you. Not now. Not after we did all that.’
My thundering heart stopped. ‘No, Tabby. Don’t say that,’ I wagged my finger in front of her button nose. ‘Do not say that. I will not have it. I can’t lose you.’
She pulled away from me. The sudden distance felt frigid. ‘I’m sorry Conrad. I have to. How will you ever take me seriously?’
‘I will. I promise I will. Listen. We’ll have a meeting on Monday. A business meeting. About business. And nothing more.’ I was being as serious as I could be. She needed to know I was genuine. ‘In the meantime, I’ll give you full access to my contacts, let them provide character references. You can call my father, my doctor, my cleaner. No matter who you ask, they’ll all say the same thing. That this, all of this, is out of character. I’m an all work and no play kinda guy.’ She mellowed a little, and I didn’t waste a second to draw her close once more. ‘I promise you, Tabby. Whatever it takes to calm that busy brain of yours I’ll do it. Whatever.’ I tried hard to portray my sincerity in my eyes. I needed her to know that I was telling the truth. That I would always tell her the truth.
‘Monday? But today’s Wednesday.’ She pointed out with a cheeky grin on her face. The little minx had me pour my heart and soul out only to overlook it. She’d pay for that.
I shrugged and dragged her back to my chest. ‘Yeah, well. I figured we could do with an extra-long break. I’ll arrange for some toiletries for you and give you that guided tour I promised last night.’
She laughed and slapped my chest. ‘How could a girl refuse?’
‘Great,’ I said, thankful that she hadn’t demand transportation straight outta there. ‘I was thinking we could start with the master bedroom. It has a massive bath, more than big enough for two.’ I slipped my hand into hers and led her towards my lair.
Chapter Ten
Conrad
Tabby was making this whole treat-her-with-respect-in-the-workplace thing impossible. I’d thoroughly enjoyed giving her a guided tour of my home. Or rather, every surface that we could sit on, lean against or spread over. It had taken just three days to complete the tour of eleven bedrooms, ten en suits, four reception rooms and swimming pool. It was definitely safe to say we had marked our territory.
It was first thing Monday morning, and I was playing it cool, or as cool as I could with Tabby sitting, prim as a school headmistress, opposite me. I’d reclined in my office chair, interlaced my fingers behind my head, and casually swung my ankle over my knee. I was trying to not make-believe that we were playing a game of boss and secretary and that my next move was to toss her over my knee to give her the spanking of her life, but my tented trousers were betraying me of my secret fantasy.
‘Will you please just listen to what I have to what I have to say for one second,’ Tabby chided upon noticing the bulge in my lap. Although her voice sounded serious, the amusement which sparked in her silver-blue eyes spurred me on.
I adjusted my hard-on and leaned towards her. ‘I’m all ears, Miss Kendal,’ I said. ‘Except for the raging erection that is.’
She squirmed in her seat, causing her skirt to rise by an inch. Hot damn the girl was wearing stockings under her business get up. As if that wasn’t enough to tempt me into committing serious sexual assault in the office place she leaned forward and mirrored my body language, giving me the smallest of glimpse down her blouse. Just enough to notice the bra she wore was red. Hot red. I loved her in red, if I had my way that would be the only colour she’d be allowed to wear in my company. I’d not got round to telling her we’d met before we officially met. The moment hadn’t been right to come out and say ‘hey, you know the first time I saw you your tits were bulging over a sexy devil's costume and I masturbated over you for days afterward.’ Not with how touchy she’d been about me only wanting her for her body. Which wasn’t true. Because I also loved her snark, her strong moral code, her excellent business brains. Tabby didn’t know it yet, but I had the biggest surprise up my sleeve for her wh
ich would prove, once and for all, that I viewed her as more than just a cheap piece of meat.
‘Well, if you could kindly keep your raging erection under control for just five minutes so I can outline my plans for Wallington House I’d be extremely grateful,’ she said.
I arched my eyebrow and sat back again, making it pretty obvious how ready I was for her. ‘Five minutes.’
She smirked but turned her attention to the notepad she’d brought along. ‘I have some exciting developments up my sleeve I think you’ll like.’
‘Please, Miss Kendal. No swingers' parties or orgies or the like.’
‘No, Mr Belmore. Nothing of the sort. Firstly, I’ve met with Katja Peresvet, the fashion designer—’
‘I know who she is,’ I interrupted, more than just a little impressed. Katja was a new girl on the scene but fast becoming better established than Gucci, Prada or probably even Louis Vuitton.
‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Tabby said. ‘Well, as I say, we’ve met and are currently discussing the possibility of her using Wallington House as a venue for her spring-summer show.’
My jaw dropped. How had she kept this quiet all the time we were bonking our way around my castle?
‘Also,’ she handed me a wad of crisp white paper. ‘This is a contract I’ve drawn up with Warleggen Productions. They want to use Wallington as a venue to film their next period drama. However, they don’t want to pay extortionate agency fees, so we’ve come to a figure which you’ll find detailed on page five. I think you’ll see it’s more than we would get from an agency, yet it’s less than they would have to cough up if they found us through a middleman. It’s a win-win.’
I look at the paper, up to her, then back down again. I was in awe. My girl was everything I knew she was but more. She was a beast in the boardroom. ‘Holy shit, Tabby. Why have you not mentioned this before?’
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