“Tell me why you removed all your hair.” He punctuated the command with a lick over her outer lips.
“Since I…I got Trix. If I’m in the saddle a long time, the hair chafes. I started waxing and liked the way it felt.”
“Mm…” he said against her skin. “I like the way it feels, too.” Bracing her with his hands on her hips, he dragged his tongue through her folds. “I love the way it tastes.”
He slid his palm over her stomach and sides, around to her ass, squeezing gently, between her legs to stroke his fingertips over her most sensitive skin.
One finger traced slowly down the slit of her pussy and she gripped his shoulders with both hands. Reversing the motion, he circled lightly over her clit. Her nails would leave marks on him.
Returning to the fold above her clit, he stroked again more firmly. Two fingers separated her to give him access.
He didn’t give her a moment to prepare. His hot mouth enclosed her clit and his tongue worried it while she did her best to remain standing.
Suckling the little bud, he moved his other hand around to circle the entrance of her pussy. She felt as if she would shake apart as he slipped his finger inside her. The way his growl felt against her flesh made her gasp his name.
“You’re so wet. Slick and ready for me. Fuck.”
“You always do this to me.” Her voice was ragged.
“I make you wet?” She tried to answer but felt his breath and her hips thrust forward of their own volition. “I want you to be wet, hot, ready for my cock, Aubrey.”
For a long time, he returned to licking and sucking her. She used his shoulders to hold her up and he wasn’t in a rush.
Then he asked, “Do you think of me when you’re alone?”
“Always.”
He rewarded her honesty with a focused series of sucks and added another finger inside her. “Do you touch yourself when you think about me?”
“God…yes, yes.”
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stroked my cock and thought about you. How many times I’ve come whispering your name to an empty room.”
“Elliot…please.”
“Do you want to come for my mouth, Aubrey?” She wasn’t able to respond but she nodded. “Come for my mouth and my fingers, sweetheart. I want to anticipate the way it will feel when I’m inside you.”
She parted her legs further and held the back of his head against her as she chased a climax that seemed just out of reach. Then she was disoriented as he stood and carried her to her bed.
Her eyes widened in shock as he stretched out on his back and pulled her in a straddle over his face.
“Take what you need, Aubrey.”
Then he returned his mouth to her pussy and she wanted to die from the pleasure of riding his mouth, of working herself on him at exactly the right pressure and speed.
He moaned, holding her gaze from between her legs as she used his mouth for her own needs.
The orgasm was suddenly there and she threw her head back on her shoulders, riding the painful pleasure of it.
She couldn’t believe the way he made her feel. Wanton and free.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Give me every drop.”
She couldn’t control the way she continued to grind against his lips and she could barely catch her breath. Then she was on her back, his face still buried in her pussy.
Two fingers returned to fucking her, stroking deep, twisting, and curling them along her inner walls. There was no time to prepare for the second orgasm. It seemed that he consumed her.
“Elliot.”
* * *
He lapped at her lazily, his balls on fire, his cock throbbing with the need to be buried inside her. Crawling up her body, he pressed himself against slick heat and almost took her bare.
Gritting his teeth, he practically threw himself off the bed to get a condom from his wallet.
“Hurry…”
She held out her arms and he’d never wanted to crawl inside a woman so badly.
Rolling on the latex, he crouched over her, dragging his length through the natural lubrication gathered in her folds. She was so slick and ready.
Hunger rode him hard.
The moment he set himself at the entrance of her pussy, he thrust hard once to the sound of her gasp, then again, and the third time found his balls flush against her body. Her cervix cupped the head like a snug mouth and he wondered if a certain level of pleasure could kill a man.
Shaking with need, he gave her a moment. Pulling her knee to his hip, he slipped a little deeper.
“Now. Please fuck me, Elliot. Now.”
“You’re still spasming from your last orgasm. You feel so damn good. Can you feel my cock throbbing for you?”
She moaned, loud and long. “You’re pulsing hard enough for me to take your heart rate. I’m so full and I ache to feel you move. Please move. I need.” She raked her hands over him as he braced himself on his forearms.
“Look at me.” Opening her eyes, they were glazed with passion. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
A shudder traveled over her body. “I’ve never had one…like this. I tried but I couldn’t.”
“You’ve never…”
She blushed. “I know what’s supposed to happen.” His cock jerked inside her. “I had trouble connecting.” One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “They were pretty focused on what they wanted. I didn’t get much out of the experience, to be honest.” One side of her mouth lifted. “Everything with you is different.”
Lowering, he spent a long time kissing her. It was a unique sensation to remain still while buried in a woman’s body.
Aubrey touched as much of him as she could reach and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I feel like I can’t get close enough.”
He stared down into the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen. “You can tell me anything, Aubrey.” He lifted a bit higher. “If you feel like you can’t come, there are ways to help you.” He stroked his thumb over her taut little bundle of nerves and she whimpered. “Don’t be shy.”
She stroked his face. “I knew you’d teach me.” Grinning, she added, “I’m quite enjoying myself.”
Smug male satisfaction didn’t begin to cover how she made him feel. “My ego will be ridiculous after this. I’m glad you’re having a good time because we’re not done.”
Aubrey winked. “Elliot, shut up and fuck me this instant.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Oh, hell yes.”
Elliot pulled almost all the way out before stroking back slow and easy. Her eyes widened in surprise. It made him want to pound into her with primal force.
He held back. He wanted her begging.
Maintaining the pace for several minutes, he increased the rhythm and strength of each thrust.
“Elliot, you feel amazing.”
He circled his hips into her every few strokes. She panted and her nails dug into his back and scalp. Each time her eyes drifted shut, she forced them open to watch his face.
The first time she came with him buried deep, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes while she experienced something new and different.
He saw the love she had for him. He was able to feel it.
When the climax turned her loose, she traced her fingers over his lips. “Thank you, Elliot.”
Everything about being with her combined to steal his control. He gripped her too tight as he yelled her name and gave her everything he had. He wished again that the condom wasn’t in the fucking way.
Gradually slowing stroke by stroke, he exhaled roughly and stayed where he was, captivated by eyes that saw more in him than any woman had ever even looked for.
He hugged her with his whole body. “Elliot, are you always so beautiful when you come?”
His laughter seemed to echo in the quiet house. “I have no idea. We can run tests if you like and keep a chart. As an analyst, you can approach it scientifically.”
“I’ll have to
think about possible controls.”
He rolled to his side and was surprised when she moved to sit up. Her look was pensive.
“I’m going to shower. I know you never stay. I knew that before and I understand. I won’t be offended, or think badly of you, if you aren’t here when I get back. I’ll see you when I see you, Elliot.”
Without looking him in the eye, she kissed him hard, got out of bed, and walked naked into her bathroom.
* * *
Elliot lay there for more than a minute with his thoughts racing and an ache in his chest.
“See you when I see you” was the line he’d used after sex with every woman he’d ever fucked. It was a brush off meant to come across as playful. It figured that Aubrey would know that little detail about him. She’d used the line before he did to spare herself the hurt.
She was giving him an easy out now that she figured he had what he wanted from her.
His brain slammed from thought to thought. He’d lusted for Aubrey since she was barely legal. Over the last couple of months, he’d wanted her just as much but it was different now.
How he wanted her was different.
What about Aubrey? She was in love with him. It wasn’t infatuation, lust, or greed. The woman loved him and he believed in her love for him.
For ten years, she’d made specific choices to be near him. Weighty stuff and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him a little. There was a reason he was still unmarried at thirty-seven years old.
Still, the question remained. Should he stay and see where things went with the only woman who affected him on every level? Should he follow what everyone, including his own family, figured he’d do and leave quietly?
Everything inside him rejected the second option.
Aubrey possessed a brilliant mind and a heart so pure it humbled him. All that she was, she gave to him freely. She’d told him she expected nothing from him.
He knew that if he wanted to use her, she’d allow it. She’d take their time together and never demand anything she had the right to demand from him.
In the process, he would slowly twist her love until it wasn’t love anymore. His mother would never forgive him, and he’d miss an opportunity he knew beyond a doubt he would never find again.
A woman who loved him unconditionally, loved him in spite of, maybe even because of, his flaws.
He didn’t want to go. The thought of not staying with her hurt and it was the haunting kind of hurt.
Decision made, he disposed of the condom and headed for the bathroom.
Seeing her through the glass, her eyes closed as she washed her hair, was heart stopping. Her body glistened from the water.
He knocked lightly. She jumped and almost slipped.
“Elliot, damn it. You’re a fucking ninja.” She rinsed the last of the soap from her hair and moved to grab the conditioner. Carefully, she asked, “You okay?”
He opened the door and stepped inside with her. Without a word, he lifted her heavy hair in his hands and worked the conditioner through it before running the removable showerhead back and forth to rinse it.
When he was done, he started washing his body, thrilled when she took the bar of soap to do it for him.
“Aubrey.” She met his eyes. “I love you.”
She started scrubbing his skin like a very dirty pot.
“I’ve never felt it before but I’ve never felt for any woman what I feel for you.” Her hands went still, her expression guarded. “I can see you didn’t expect this but considering what you’ve had to work with, your opinion of me can only improve.” He kissed her. “Give me the soap since you’re frozen in shock. I’m mortally wounded.”
He finished, rinsed, and stepped from the shower. After drying himself, he held out his hand. She turned off the water and took it. Wrapping her in a towel, he wrung out her hair and towel-dried it thoroughly.
Absently, she plaited it into a long braid down her back. Scooping her up, he deposited her on her bed and climbed in beside her. When the covers were over them, he dragged her close and held her head against his shoulder.
Placing a kiss on top of her head, he waited for her brain to catch up.
She cleared her throat. “Elliot, you’re not saying this because you don’t want to hurt me or disappoint your family, are you? I’ll take you as you are. You don’t have to change for me. I love you and accept the man you are right now.”
It was the most selfless thing he’d ever heard.
“The man I am right now is different from the man you’ve known all your life, Aubrey. This man physically hurts at the thought of you being with anyone else. This man is awed by the fact that you can love me despite what I’ve put you through. This man loves you and isn’t so stupid as to let you get away.”
He felt her smile against him.
“You love me. I’m glad my family loves you but I can say without a doubt that I love you more.” He kissed her repeatedly and whispered, “Sleep, pretty girl.”
Somehow, she did.
* * *
When predawn light slanted through the bedroom windows, Aubrey curled between Elliot’s legs and took his cock in her mouth. Cupping his balls and gripping the base, she sucked him.
He woke with a groan, one hand fisting around her braid, the other in the sheets.
“Aubrey, that feels so damn good. I’m not going to last. You caught me off guard, fuck! I’m coming. God, yes. Take it, take it all.”
She moaned as she swallowed around him. When she licked the last drop from the head of his cock, she took his softened length to the root and cleaned him thoroughly. Then she held it while she shyly licked his balls before carefully taking them in her mouth.
By the time she pulled away, Elliot had her on her back to return the favor.
He didn’t let her come until she begged him for it.
Chapter Seventeen
December 2013
The annual Christmas party at MMF was talked about all year. It was Aubrey’s goal. She went all out to make it wonderful for the staff, their families, and many of their vendors and clients.
Her gown was dark green, made of heavy weight raw silk. The sleeves ended in a ring cuff over her middle finger and it featured cutouts down the back.
She chose a classic sheath in her favorite color and shyly asked Elliot to wear a matching tie made from the same fabric. He’d accepted the custom gift, closed her office door, and kissed her stupid for ten minutes.
Every person who attended left with presents. Some were simple, others a bit more extravagant. Watching the faces of the men, women, and children in the room made her feel incredibly grateful.
This year, everything about the party was different. It was brighter, happier, and meant so much more.
For months, Elliot made it his personal mission to learn everything about her. What she liked, her hobbies, and every moment of her life until the day she’d happened on him in the woods.
The man was an excellent student. Many of his questions surprised her. His sincere interest in her answers made it impossible not to love him even more.
For the annual event, he’d insisted on picking her up. He was stunningly turned out in a classic tux with his dark hair swept away from his face. He wore the tie she gave him.
When she answered the door, she sighed as she raked her eyes over him. “Oh, Elliot…”
He took a step toward her before stopping himself with a growl. “I won’t mess up the image you make right now. I won’t slide my fingers through your hair or smear your lipstick.” He slid his arm around her waist and dragged her against his body. She moaned softly. “Aubrey?”
“Yes?”
“I will do all of those things when you’ve done what is necessary at the party. I will take down your silken hair and feel it on my bare skin. I will steal as many kisses from your perfect lips as I can before I can’t keep my eyes open another moment. I will have you in my arms before dawn and I will show you how much I crave you.”
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br /> Unable to think past the imagery, she tried to control her breathing and her heart rate. The back of his fingers drifted over her nipple through the bodice of her gown.
“Let’s get this evening over with, pretty girl. I have so many things to do to you.”
He bent and placed a kiss behind her ear and added, “You smell incredible. Get in my car before I forget my good intentions and take you to bed.”
Reaching behind her, he pulled her door closed and took her hand. Opening the passenger door, he waited while she sat and closed her inside.
Behind the wheel, he smiled. “Since you were twenty and planned the first company event, I’ve looked forward to each and every one of them. You’re amazing.” He met her gaze and the setting sun made his green eyes glow. “This is the first one that I’m attending with you on my arm. How proud I am to have the pleasure.”
Blinking back tears, she murmured, “Thank you, Elliot.”
He drove toward town and reached for her hand. After kissing the back, he placed it on his thigh.
She was desperate for him. Again and always.
* * *
Elliot thought he would crawl out of his skin before the night was over.
He pulled up to the venue and tipped the valet. They’d rented the top of the only true skyscraper in town, built by an eccentric architect decades before.
Walking around the car, he opened the door for Aubrey and assisted her to her feet.
One of the young valets said with a smile, “I’ll keep your car up front, Mr. McAllister. Miss Aubrey, you always look so pretty.”
“Thank you, James.” Elliot watched a light blush tinge her skin and was fascinated by her shyness about her beauty. “Everything okay out here?”
“Sure is. There are only a few people here so far. Don’t worry about a thing. Thanks for the chance to make some extra cash while we’re home from school. The guys couldn’t believe you asked.”
Aubrey smiled brightly and the young man blinked as if stunned. Elliot understood.
“I have gifts for each of you. Don’t leave before you see me after the party. This is the first year you’re not attending with your parents.”
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