“Are you having fun?” Walking toward my car, I press the button for the doors to unlock.
“Yes, but I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” I grin as I open the door.
“Where are you?” she asks.
“The office. I’m heading home to my empty bed,” I grumble.
“I’ll be in it tomorrow,” she chuckles.
Dropping my voice, I murmur, “Hmm… hopefully naked.”
“God,” she sighs. “How do you do that? One sentence, and I’m hot.”
Climbing into the car, I keep my voice low. “Do what?”
“You know what,” she whispers.
“Is that your chunk-of-hunk on the phone?” I hear Miss Sebastian ask.
“Yes,” Dash laughs, then she says, “I have to go.”
“Enjoy the night, beautiful.”
“I love you.” I hear all the women aww in the background.
“Love you, too.”
Chapter 13
DASH
It’s already after four in the afternoon when the elevator doors slide open. A smile splits over my face when I see Christopher leaning against the couch, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Finally,” he mutters.
Walking to him, I ask, “Did you miss me?”
Slowly, he nods. When I reach him, he wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me against him. His mouth crashes against mine, and his tongue and teeth work me into a breathless frenzy.
By the time he pulls back, I’m caught in a daze. I clear my throat. “I missed you too.”
“Not half as much as I missed you. Did you enjoy the trip?”
I nod as I stare into his eyes. “The venue is beautiful. I can’t wait to marry you there.”
Christopher lifts his hand to my face, brushing some strands behind my ear. “I love hearing that.” He straightens up, then asks, “Have you eaten?”
“I had breakfast.”
“I ordered a platter. Let’s eat.”
As he walks to the kitchen, I say, “Let me just put my bag away and slip into something comfortable.” Heading up the stairs, a smile tugs at my mouth.
It’s good to be home.
Home.
It’s not the place but Christopher.
I leave my bag in the closet and kick off my shoes. Unzipping the dress, I let it drop to the floor, and when I reach for my sweatpants, Christopher’s hands settle on my hips.
Instantly my smile grows as he presses a kiss to my shoulder, then he murmurs, “You look comfortable enough.”
Turning around, I say, “If you say so.” Pushing past him, I leave the closet and head down the hallway, wearing only my peach lace bra and thong.
“Christ,” I hear him growl behind me.
When I glance over my shoulder and see him stalking right at me, I let out a burst of laughter as I dart forward. I don’t even make it to the stairs before his arm wraps around me, and I’m yanked off my feet.
Christopher throws me over his shoulder and carries me back to the bedroom. When he drops me on the bed and crawls over me, my lips part on a gasp, “I like this caveman side of you.”
Grabbing hold of my wrists, he pins me down, and when our eyes lock, I forget how to breathe. Seeing the predatory look on his face, I know what’s about to happen.
I feel a burst of anticipation as he leans down. His teeth tug at my bottom lip, and then he lets go of my right arm.
With a mastered skill I haven’t even yet accomplished, he unsnaps my bra, and then the lace is sent flying across the room.
Moving lower, he takes hold of my panties and tugs them down my legs.
Christopher pauses to look at my body, and I watch as his lips curve up into a sexy smirk as he murmurs, “God, you’re breathtaking.”
He grabs hold of the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one fell swoop.
Hot.
When he steps out of his pants and boxers, desire explodes through me, instantly leaving me breathless.
Christopher’s eyes lock on mine, and then he takes hold of my legs, yanking them open. His hands rub up my thighs, and my hips lift, but instead of him touching me where I want him to, his fingers dig into my sides.
His head lowers, and it makes my heartbeat speed up. I’ve never had a man go down on me, so I don’t know what to expect.
He presses a kiss to my abdomen, then moves down. I feel his breath fan over the strip of curls, and my body tenses with anticipation.
All he does is breathe over me, and it’s beginning to drive me wild. “Christopher,” I groan, needing a hell of a lot more friction.
Instead of giving me what I want, his mouth slowly moves up my body until he latches onto my nipple. He sucks hard, making my back arch.
“God, having your mouth on me is heaven,” I moan as I slip my fingers into his hair.
Christopher lifts his head, and then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is intense and wild, his lips kneading at mine while his teeth turn my mouth into nothing but numb tingles. His tongue brushes hard strokes against mine as I slip my hands down his chest, taking in the feel of his muscles.
When I wrap my fingers around his cock, and he thrusts against me, a tremble spreads through me. Breaking the kiss, I beg, “I want you now.”
Christopher’s mouth moves down to my neck, and he pulls his cock out of my reach. I’m just about to complain when his hand moves down between my legs and his finger brushes over my clit.
He pushes inside me, a groan rippling through his chest. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He begins to finger me, and when I hear how wet I am, my face goes up in flames.
Christopher’s head instantly snaps up, and when our eyes lock, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
Then he shakes his head at me. “It’s a turn-on to hear how desperately you need my cock.” He nips at my bottom lip, then groans, “Fuck, you feel good.”
Between his words and his hand working magic between my legs, my abdomen begins to tighten. But then he pulls his finger out of me, drawing a frustrated whimper from me.
Before I can take in what’s happening, Christopher positions himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me.
My lips part, and the air slams into my throat. I grab hold of his biceps, my nails digging into his skin from the sharp pain, and for a moment, it feels like I’m losing my virginity all over again.
He’s inside me. Christopher is finally inside me.
Closing my eyes, I try to imprint this memory in my mind, never wanting to forget it.
I’m still gasping for air when he pushes his upper body off me, and taking hold of my hands, he pins them next to my head, linking our fingers.
Opening my eyes, I see his features are tight, his gaze dark, and… God… he looks ravenous… hot… erotic.
He pulls out, and with his eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushes back inside me, deeper than before, deeper than my freaking vibrators have been.
A breathy moan drifts over my lips as my body trembles from how good it feels. Then Christopher looks down to where we’re joined as he pulls out again, and his lips part, making him look like a sex god.
As he drives into me again, I’m so mesmerized by him and how it feels to have him inside me that I can’t focus on anything else.
Only Christopher.
CHRISTOPHER
With every thrust, Dash gasps, her breaths coming faster.
When I sink deep into her, a groan builds in my chest from feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Nirvana.
My fingers tighten their grip on hers as I slowly pull out before thrusting deep into her once again. Another moan drifts over her parted lips, her head tilts back, her breasts lifting and falling with each breath.
She’s fucking exquisite. Feeling her inner walls squeezing my cock like a tight fist, I can only stare at her as I struggle to not lose control.
My Dash. My best friend and the only woman I’ll ever love. My soul mate.
Using more
self-control than I thought I possessed, I pull out before slowly pushing back inside her. Her heat, how wet she is for me, her every response to me – it’s life-altering.
Her body trembles beneath mine, and when I continue to keep the pace slow, she tilts her head back, chanting, “Fast and hard. I changed my mind. I want fast and hard.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a satisfied smirk as I watch her grow desperate.
Her hips swivel against me as she tries to get more friction, but I keep the pace punishingly slow.
“Christopher,” she whimpers, her eyes feverishly on mine. “Please.”
Slowly, I shake my head as I push inside her, and then I pause.
“Oh, God. You’re going to kill me,” she groans as she tightens her grip on my hands.
Letting go of her hands, I grip her hip to keep her from moving while resting my upper body on my forearm. My chest brushes over her pebbled nipples, and it earns me a frustrated whimper from her. Dash brings her hands to my shoulders, and then her nails dig into my skin.
Only then do I pull out again, and to torture her even more, I don’t push in all the way again, but instead, only the head of my cock. I keep the thrusts short and slow until she’s shaking beneath me, her breaths catching in her throat.
Driving as hard as I can into her, Dash’s body tenses, and I’m filled with wonder as I watch her face become angelic. Unable to pace myself any longer, I begin to hammer into her.
“Oh. Shit. My. Fuck. God,” she begins to chant, then she moans, “Christopher.”
Pleasure sizzles down my spine, and hearing the sound of our pelvises connecting and how slick she is, makes it impossible to stop my orgasm.
Dash begins to shudder beneath me, her nails clawing at my back as moans and sighs fall over her lips. Our eyes lock as my cock begins to jerk, and as I empty myself in her, pleasure stripping me bare, there’s only us… only this moment.
We find an otherworldly pleasure in each other, our souls become one, and I’m overcome with an intense possessiveness.
Dash is mine. Only mine.
She gasps for air as her orgasm begins to fade. I’ve been so attuned to her reaction, I’m not even aware of my heart pounding out of my chest, my lungs burning for air.
Dash brings her hands to my jaw as I slowly continue to thrust into her, savoring the last of the pleasure.
Her eyes mist up, looking like crushed leaves, then she whispers, “There aren’t words to describe how much I love you.”
My mouth curves up, and I press a tender kiss to her lips as I murmur, “Unconditionally. Irrevocably. All-consumingly.”
A bright smile lights up her face. “Eternally.”
“My Dash.” She represents everything worthwhile in my life.
I push inside her and then keep still as we stare into each other's eyes. Bringing my other arm up, I frame her face. Lowering my head, my lips start to worship hers as I try to express how much this moment of us becoming one means to me.
Her arms tighten around my neck, and then she begins to tremble beneath me. I pull back and watch as a tear spirals into her hair. Seeing her overcome with emotion fills my heart with tenderness, protectiveness, and absolute love for her.
They say you learn the true meaning of life when you find that one person you’ll sacrifice heaven and earth for.
In this moment, I learned my true meaning of life – Dash.
Chapter 14
DASH
Sitting at my desk, there’s a smile playing around my lips while I schedule meetings for the week.
My thoughts keep going to yesterday. The sex was unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We forgot about eating, about everything else, and spent the night making love, exploring each other, or just lying satisfied in each other’s arms.
As best friends, I thought we shared a special connection, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m experiencing now.
I feel complete.
My personal phone begins to ring, and seeing its Aunt Della, I answer, “Hi, my future mother-in-law.”
She chuckles. “How’s my future daughter-in-law doing this morning?”
“Good.” There’s a stupidly happy smile on my face.
“I found a boutique that has the most gorgeous wedding gowns. Want to meet me for lunch?”
“Sure, at one?”
“I’ll text you the address.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I say, the words rolling comfortably off my tongue.
“Aww… my heart. See you in a couple of hours.”
I end the call, then Christopher asks, “Your mom?”
My head snaps up. “No, yours.”
He tilts his head, a smile curving his lips. “She must’ve loved hearing you call her mom.”
Letting out a burst of soft laughter, I nod. “I’m meeting her for lunch. There’s a boutique she wants to show me.”
“Taking my car?” he asks, knowing mine is at home.
“You don’t mind, right?”
“Of course not.”
Danny comes out of her office and heads straight for mine. Leaning into the doorway, she asks, “Do you have time to type up a promotion letter for Dorris?”
“Sure, I’ll get right on it,” I say.
“And will you make sure Ryker actually employes a new PA? He’s bound to forget.”
“I’ll give him the short list of candidates I had to look through.”
“Good idea.” She begins to turn away. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I call after her.
I open the document I’ll need on my computer, and when Christopher keeps standing by his door, I ask, “Was there something you needed?”
He shakes his head. “I’m just looking at you.”
Chuckling, I say, “I can’t work with you staring at me, and I’m pretty sure you have business to take care of.”
“Slave driver,” he grumbles as he heads back into his office.
I draw up the promotion letter, and after printing it out, I put it in a folder, along with the shortlist of candidates. Getting up, I head down to Ryker’s floor, and grinning at Dorris, I ask, “Is he available?”
“He’s always available,” she mutters, winking at me.
Walking into Ryker’s office, I shut the door behind me so we’ll have privacy. I place the folder down right in front of him. “You need to sign Dorris’ promotion letter, and I have a shortlist in there for PA’s to look at.”
“God, I forgot about that,” he admits, as he opens the folder. He scribbles his signature on the document, then glances over the list.”
Walking around his desk, I take an envelope from his second drawer and neatly folding the letter, I tuck it inside. Holding out to him, I say, “Give it to Dorris. I want to see her reaction.”
“Damn, I don’t know who’s bossier between you and Danny,” he grumbles as he rises to his feet.
Taking the envelope from me, he presses the button for Dorris’ extension.
“Yes, Ryker?”
“Come in for a minute.”
I move to the side, and I’m unable to keep from grinning when she walks into the office. “What do you need?”
Ryker rises to his feet, and walking around his desk, he holds the shortlist out to her. “I need you to find me a new PA.”
A frown instantly settles on Dorris’ face. “A PA? Why? Where am I going?”
He hands her the envelope, and her eyes dart to me before she opens it. When she reads over the words, she lifts a hand to cover her mouth. “Is this for real?”
“You deserve it,” Ryker says, and then he has to brace himself as Dorris yanks him into a hug.
Walking to them, I place my hand on her back. “Congrats, Dorris.”
She pulls back, wiping a tear from her cheek. “You’re so good to my family and me. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” Leaving Ryker and Dorris to talk, I head back to my own office so I can get my handbag.
I pop into Christ
opher’s office, and walking to where he’s sitting, I say, “I’m heading out for lunch.”
Rising to his feet, he hands me the car key before wrapping his arms around me. There’s a loving look in his eyes as he says, “Drive safely and enjoy it.”
“I will. Can I bring you anything to eat, or will you order in?” I ask.
“I’ll order in.” He leans down to capture my lips.
When he begins to pull back, I stand on my toes to deepen the kiss, and it has him grinning against my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I whisper, “I love you.”
His eyes drift over my face. “Love you most.”
CHRISTOPHER
With Danny and Ryker traveling to Africa in four months, I’ve been looking at companies there that might strengthen our foothold once we branch out.
There’s an eCommerce company in South Africa that looks pretty stable.
My phone begins to ring, and when I see Mom’s name flashing on the screen, I answer, “Hi?”
“Hi, is Dash still at the office?”
My eyes instantly go to the time on my computer, and seeing it’s already one-thirty, I say, “She left quarter to one. Isn’t she there?”
“No, and I’ve tried her phone, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Mom says, worry creeping into her voice.
“Let me try. I’ll call you back,” I say, and cutting the call, I dial Dash’s number. It keeps ringing, and when it goes unanswered, I try again.
As the seconds tick by, my worry begins to grow, and getting up, I walk to Danny’s office. “I need your car.”
“Where’s yours?” she asks as she digs her key out of her handbag.
“Dash has it, and she’s not answering her phone.”
Danny frowns at me. “That doesn’t mean you have to go all alpha on her. Let the girl enjoy her lunch.”
Scowling at Danny, I take the keys from her. “She was supposed to meet Mom thirty minutes ago.”
“Shit,” Danny mutters. “I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.”
“I hope so.” As I leave the office, I bring up the app to track my car, and when I see the location, I phone Mom. The second she answers, I say, “You’re at Beverly Boulevard, right? Is Dash there?”
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