by J. A. Kerr
Guy: Miss you x
Anna’s heart melted and she laughed. Si Lawrence may have turned her head but Guy had her heart. Si’s wife had been friendly but that routine about the waxing, and the way she looked at her husband, made Anna cringe. She sensed they were a sexual couple.
Anna put down her pen and lifted her coat, it was late and the office was quiet now. Hailing a cab, she gave the driver Gail’s address. The flat itself was centrally located, a little on the small side but that was London. What really swung it was the rooftop terrace. Again small, but Anna could imagine herself sitting in the sun with a good book and a glass of wine. As she finished her tour, she decided to take it. Gail was delighted and said she would send Anna the rental agreements tomorrow. Her own home was on the market and after the sale was settled, she would have to store her furniture until she decided what she wanted to do. Robert had consented to the sale, which meant he was serious about this other woman. Poppy’s youthful face popped into Anna’s head and she sighed.
Making a quick decision, she hailed another cab, searching for her membership card and sighed with relief when she located it. When she entered Harrison’s, she stopped and inhaled. The scent was amazing and immediately made her body tingle. She knew her way to Guy’s office and slipped along the quiet corridor. Her pulse quickened as she stood outside listening, but she could hear no sounds from within. Turning the handle, she was disappointed to find it locked. Damn, she thought. Where was he? Anna made her way through the club to reception.
Hi, is Mr Walker still in the club?
The attractive girl smiled at Anna. “Let me check for you. Can I have your name?”
“Anna Dunbar.”
After a few moments the receptionist returned. “He’s with new members at present but should be finished shortly. Would you like to wait?”
Anna hesitated. “Yes, can you tell him I’ll be in the lounge?”
She nodded, and Anna made her way to Caligo. As she approached, she could see how busy it was but noticed a free seat at the bar. Slipping onto the bar stool, she ordered a glass of red wine. She had just taken her first sip when she heard a voice she recognised and stiffened. Please, God, let it not be him, she thought, panicking.
“Anna?”
She turned to see Si Lawrence and his wife, Tess.
Her heart thudded in her chest. “Hello,” she said weakly, not daring to meet his gaze. When she did, his mocking eyes were all over her body. God, he turned her on. Breathless, she licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry and smiled. Was she flirting?
“What a nice surprise, and twice in one day. People will talk, Anna,” he stated.
“Let them,” she laughed.
She only saw Guy at the last moment. He stepped forward and there was a tension in his face she hadn’t seen before. To her complete surprise, he kissed her full on the mouth.
“Guy,” she gasped. Completely thrown, she took a second to recover.
“Anna,” he said, touching her face. “I’ll join you shortly.”
With that he turned, blocking Anna from view, but she could hear.
“Mr & Mrs Lawrence, your tour is at an end but please stay as long as you like.”
“I’d like to speak to my lawyer,” said Si Lawrence, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“I’m afraid Anna is off duty, perhaps you could call her during office hours?” said Guy curtly.
Anna stood, puzzled by Guy’s behaviour. What the hell was he doing? Anna squeezed by Guy.
“Si, Tess, lovely to see you both again, what a coincidence?”
“Yes, are you a member?” asked Si, his gaze intense.
Anna paused but could see no harm in telling them. “Yes.” When Anna looked at Si, his face wore a small smile.
“We’ve joined tonight,” said Tess.
Anna saw his expression change to annoyance. “Indeed,” he said sourly. He did not look happy.
“You needed to speak with me?” asked Anna.
“Guy is quite right; it can wait until tomorrow. I’ll call you,” said Si abruptly.
“Tess.” His voice was sharp. She moved quickly to his side. His arm went around her tiny waist. “Goodbye, Guy.” She felt Si’s gaze on her face but didn’t meet his eyes. “Anna, we’ll speak tomorrow,” he said softly and then they moved away.
She turned to Guy. His eyes were blazing. “What an arsehole,” he exclaimed.
“Guy, what’s wrong with you?”
“Not here,” said Guy. “Let’s go to my office.”
Anna had to run to keep up with him as he strode out the room. She had never seen Guy angry before and decided she liked it. She waited as Guy punched in the door code to his office and pushed it open.
Once inside, Guy went to his desk and lifted his cigarettes. “If I had stood there any longer, I think I would have punched that arrogant bastard.”
“I didn’t know you smoked?” said Anna.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Anna,” he said tersely. “When did you meet Si Lawrence?”
“Today, he’s a new client. Why?”
“I don’t trust him and...I can’t say because it confidential, but take it from me—he’s bad news, Anna.”
“If he’s such bad news, why is he a member here?” she retorted.
“Not my decision,” said Guy. “This is a business, Anna; I can’t stop people becoming members just because I don’t like them.”
Guy opened the French doors in his office, stepped outside, and lit a cigarette.
Anna followed him. “I like him,” she said coolly.
“Stay away from them, especially him,” said Guy moodily.
“It’s business, Guy...like you said,” said Anna angrily, quoting him.
Guy turned and stared at her as he drew deeply on his cigarette, but said nothing. Seconds passed with neither of them rushing to fill the silence. Guy finished his cigarette and crushed it out on the ashtray in front of him. He sprayed breath freshener into his mouth.
“You like him, Anna. Don’t you? I saw the way he looked at you.”
“Guy, you’re being ridiculous,” said Anna flustered.
“Am I? You didn’t look like you minded when his gaze was all over your body. Quite the opposite,” said Guy angrily. “Don’t play games with me, Anna.”
“What and you don’t like games?” she said coldly.
Guy grabbed her. Pinned her against the wall and kissed her. Anna didn’t respond. Memories of Robert’s attack made her freeze.
Guy released her. “Sorry, Anna,” he whispered. They were both breathing heavily.
Anna collected herself as anger surged through her. Bloody Robert, she thought. She would not let him win. She tightened her grip on Guy.
“Do that again.”
“What?” he said hesitantly.
“Kiss me,” she commanded.
Guy put his lips to hers, the kiss soft and tender.
Anna jerked away. “Not like that, like before.”
“Anna...”
“Do it, Guy, or by God, I’ll find someone who will.”
His mouth crashed onto hers and he pulled her arms above her head, gripping them hard. Desire flooded through Anna. This was better. This is what she needed. She let her mouth connect and fight for control. He held his ground. She struggled with her body, desperate to get close to him, but he held her back.
Panting, Guy broke the kiss but not his hold. “I want you, Anna. Every second of every day, but if you want to play the field...”
Anna surged forward, her mouth cutting off his words. She let her hips grind against him. Guy jerked away.
“No, Anna. I want an answer.” His head dipped and his lips covered her neck.
Anna wanted Guy, of that she was sure, but he had changed. She was no longer in control. “I want you, Guy,” she gasped.
He pushed her arms together, his one hand gripping them as his other hand cupped her breast.
“Are you sure, Anna?”
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sp; She nodded and gasped as he rubbed her hardened nipple. “Yes.”
Guy stared at her. His hand travelled down her skirt and inched it up as his mouth clamped against hers. Anna’s body squirmed as his fingers slipped between her thighs.
“This is the only game we play,” Guy murmured in her ear.
Anna moaned but Guy’s fingers merely teased her. “Are you naked, Anna?” he panted.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she responded.
He thrust his fingers deep inside and they both gasped. “You’re so wet, Anna,” he groaned.
She smiled and sensed he was weakening. His grip loosened on her arms.
“Make me wetter,” she commanded.
Guy kissed her passionately as his fingers worked deep inside her until Anna shuddered, her body desperate for release. He pulled his hand free.
“Lick it,” said Anna.
He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked. Anna stared at him, her insides on fire. Neither of them felt the cold.
“Suck my nipples,” she gasped.
Guy still held her and when his mouth clamped on her blouse and sucked, she bucked wildly. He sucked to the point of pain and Anna loved it. Horny, and desperate for that connection that only skin to skin delivered, Anna continued. “Strip me,” she ordered.
Still holding her arms, Guy pulled her inside his office and none too gently. As so it began. He pulled her arms behind her and something clicked onto her wrists.
“Guy.”
“Shhhhhh. You know the rules.”
His fingers pushed her jacket off her shoulders, then her blouse and lastly her bra. As the cool air hit Anna’s burning skin she sighed, but tensed when Guy’s fingers pulled the hood over her eyes. Anna swayed but Guy’s arms locked around her. Her skirt came next, falling to the floor, and she grinned when she heard Guy moan. He lifted first one foot, then the other, to free it from around her ankles. Anna shivered as she stood exposed; the darkness wonderfully erotic. She didn’t know what to expect. The room filled with music, sexy and sensuous, matching her mood completely. It was a little uncomfortable with her clothes bunched up against her wrists but she didn’t dare move. Guy’s breath was warm against her skin.
“Anna this will be our own game,” said Guy huskily. “When the motion sensor registers movement, I will punish you. Nod your head if you understand.”
Anna felt the gush of warmth between her legs as she nodded her head. His touch when it came was exquisite cupping her buttocks and squeezing them hard. Startled, she froze as she felt the vibration around her wrists. Had she moved? The sting of his slap on her buttocks told her she had. She gasped. Her body tried to stay still but as his fingers soothed her smarting skin, she jerked. The vibrations again and another exquisite sting left her breathless for more. His hand went between her legs; she squirmed. Her wrist vibrated and then the sting of his slap. His fingers grazed against her core, she moved causing more vibrations but best of all was the erotic the sting of his slap. His fingers rubbed and massaged her burning skin. His hand was on her breast, his other in her hair. He pinched her nipple as he tugged her hair back.
Anna was panting, her body at breaking point, when her wrists were suddenly freed. Struggling, she used her hands to pull off her clothing before reaching for the hood. Pulling it free, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light but it appeared the room was empty. Where the hell was Guy?
Chapter 9
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone. Siena is enveloped in the intoxicating scent; it momentarily distracts her senses. Gliding into the zone, she feels her chair rotate. She breathes in and concentrates, listening intensely—is she alone? She hears the click of the door and the hum of another chair, is it Benedict? With this new zone comes...the unknown.
Benedict
Benedict kissed the top of his daughter’s head as he gazed at his wife. He still couldn’t believe they were married. His fingers touched the braille inscription on his wedding band, ‘only your touch leaves a memory’. He shivered as thoughts of her touch entered his mind. She was all he would ever want. He had gone from living on his own to living with three other people, well, five if you counted Siena’s parents. They were here so often Benedict accepted them as part of his daily life. He had gone from happy in his own company to no privacy whatsoever. Did he miss his previous life? No. He had to admit he enjoyed the peace and quiet when his children were asleep; what new parent didn’t? Equally, he loved it when his children were awake. They only had one mode—full on. He’d based himself at home for the foreseeable future. ‘Knox’, as Siena called the house, was a very pleasant environment to work from.
CCTV feeds from Harrison’s allowed him covert access to his club. Guy filled in the rest of the blanks. He had his full office set up at home the only thing missing was Trish, his secretary. She was still based at his main office, BH Architects. He relied on her to keep everything running smoothly. She still answered all his calls and diverted them to his home. The system was working well, but he knew Guy was feeling the strain. He was aware that running both clubs simultaneously was too much and started the process to find an additional manager. He was due to speak with Guy later today to share the good news.
“Coffee?” Siena asked.
He nodded. His love for her consumed him. Their wedding day had been overshadowed by Matt’s injuries. The shocking aftermath of Niven’s abduction had left its mark. She unwittingly brought danger to all their lives but Benedict didn’t hold her responsible; she was a victim herself. He had been saddened to learn from Matt they were no longer dating. Another casualty, Benedict suspected. His friend’s recovery had been slow.
Before the attack, he had offered Matt the job of Senior Architect with his firm. Now, due to his injuries, he’d been forced to promote within his company and bring in new staff until Matt was well enough to take over. On his last visit to see Matt, he told him his offer still stood. However, Benedict was worried about his friend’s state of mind. Matt seemed very depressed. Benedict had hoped the job offer would cheer Matt up, but he insisted Benedict give it to someone else.
“No, Matt. The best man for the job is you.”
“I don’t know when I’ll be fit enough,” said Matt bleakly.
“Come on, I’m taking you to lunch,” said Benedict briskly.
Lunch had been arranged at his office. Matt’s face had blanched when he realised where he was going and he tried to argue against it but Benedict’s mind was made up. Once in the office Matt had almost clung to him but gradually, little by little, he had relaxed. Of course, it was a working lunch. Benedict showed him one design after the other. Matt had pushed them away at first but then his natural curiosity got the better of him. Soon he was asking questions, which Benedict happily answered. Work would be Matt’s cure. Benedict was sure of it. He was picking Matt up today and they would be repeating the format, Matt just didn’t know it yet. He thought he was meeting Siena and the twins. Benedict had it all planned. Siena would call and pretend some emergency had cropped up, leaving Benedict with no choice but to return to work and take Matt with him.
“What time are you meeting Matt?” said Siena distractedly, trying and failing to get Leo’s shoes on as he squirmed in protest.
“11.00am. Leo, do you want to play with the ball?”
Leo stopped squirming and looked excitingly at this father. “Yes,” he clapped.
“Let mummy put your shoes on and you can,” said Benedict.
Amazingly, Leo did just that.
“How is it the twins do anything you ask and nothing I ask?” she huffed.
“It’s called enticement.” Benedict smiled slowly at his wife. She wore pyjama shorts and a strappy top and she looked sexy as hell.
Their door buzzed. “Hold that thought,” said Siena, returning his smile. Benedict held Reeva’s hand while Siena chased Leo down the hall. Together they pulled their coats on. Benedict opened the
door to a smiling Lizzie.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” she said, taking a squirming Leo and strapping him into the buggy while Siena strapped in Reeva.
“We’ll be back in a couple of hours,” said Lizzie, smiling.
“Are you sure you want to walk?” said Benedict doubtfully. “It’s no problem to give you a lift.”
“We’re fine,” assured Lizzie. “The fresh air is good for the twins and the walk is good for my waistline,” said Lizzie laughing. “I can’t seem to resist biscuits.”
With a wave, she turned the buggy and headed down the long driveway. Benedict closed the door but would rather have given them a lift and was thinking of getting the car when Siena kissed him. Their kiss deepened quickly, their need for each other urgent.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Two minutes later, he had his wife just where he wanted her. Siena’s moans made him thrust harder and she climaxed quickly. He let himself go and lost himself in the exquisite feel of release. Their lovemaking was fast and passionate. Siena rolled away; he could see her mind was already focused on her next task. However, Benedict liked to watch her. Her hair was a tangled mess, the curls wild as they cascaded down her shoulders. Her nipples were still hard from his mouth, and as she disappeared into the bathroom, he got a good look at her gorgeous derriere. He still had his shirt and tie on and his trousers lay in a rumbled heap on the floor. He hardened, imagining her body wet and slippery in the shower. Siena stepped back into the bedroom, distracted, obviously looking for something.
