Forbidden Desires

by Jenna Hartley

  I stuck my tongue out at her. “Have you gotten used to being the aide for a teacher who used to be your student?”

  “It’s weird,” she admitted. “Hard to believe I knew her when she was five.”

  The young teacher was right in the middle of her students as they built a castle in the large sand pit.

  “They still asking you to come five days a week?” I dunked a slice of cucumber into the homemade hummus. Muriella had been a teacher’s aide at the church school for longer than I’d known her.

  “Always. I spoiled them those few years I did four, but three is all I can handle.” She pointed toward the dip. “I added a little more cumin. What do you think?”

  “Better than the store bought,” I answered honestly.

  She chewed thoughtfully, considering, before her expression turned serious. “Come back home with me. I don’t like you in that old apartment by yourself.”

  “I’m perfectly safe.”

  She cut her eyes over to mine. “You shouldn’t be alone. Not right now.”

  “I’m not. I’m with you.”

  “Smarty pants.” She wiped away a crumb that fell on my sleeve. “Besides, being close, Daniel couldn’t avoid you.”

  My stomach turned sour, and I set down my half-eaten pita chip. “Did she stay last night?” I held my breath, even though deep in my gut I already knew the answer.

  Muriella’s eyes turned sympathetic. “When I went up to take him breakfast, the apartment was empty. I checked the bedroom.” She shrugged unapologetically. “Only one side of the bed was unmade. There was a picture of the two of you on the nightstand.”

  I smiled to myself, knowing it was the one I’d put in his pillow case. This news made me feel marginally better.

  “I don’t want you to spy for me. I’m not going to pump you for information or put you in the middle. I just—I needed to know about her.” Unwelcome jealousy seared through me as I thought about Daniel taking that beautiful woman to our bed.

  “If it helps get you home, I’ll put a bugging device in his clothes. Now eat.” She picked up my abandoned pita chip and held it to my lips.

  I accepted, chewing slowly.

  Triumphant cheers came from the direction of the playground. The kids had their teacher surrounded in the sand. She laughed as a little girl dumped a bucket of soft balls on top of her head.

  “Do they vacuum everybody off before they head back inside?” I pointed toward the scene, only imagining the mess all that sand would make.

  Muriella snorted. “They should. There’ll be a trail of sand through the school.” She smiled fondly at the children. “But they love that pit.”

  “Yeah, they do.”

  I pushed my plate away and patted my stomach. “I’m done. I can’t eat any more.”

  She eyed my empty paper plate and made a noise of satisfaction. “What time’s your meeting?”

  “Two.” I piled up the glass containers that held the remnants of our lunch and put them in the insulated bag I’d brought it in. “You have any mints?”

  M looked at me like I’d asked a silly question. She passed me her oversized tote. “In there.”

  I found the mints in a side pocket, exactly where they were supposed to be. But I also discovered something much more interesting.

  “Mind if I keep this?” I asked far too innocently, holding up her copy of the magazine with Stone on the cover.

  Her fingers tightened around a carrot stick, snapping it in half. “Don’t.”

  “Fine. Fine. I’ll just check it out now.” The pages of his spread were worn. My M couldn’t help herself from looking at him. “He is impressive on a horse.” There was a particularly great shot of him nose to nose with a chestnut mare. This photograph was exactly why women fell in love with him. Strong, with a hint of sensitivity.

  Muriella’s eyes filled with longing when she gazed down at the open magazine. They met mine, steel in them now. “According to that,” she said with disgust, “he’s on a shoot in Egypt.”

  “Daniel mentioned that a while back.” I chewed my mint, and M’s nostrils flared.

  “He’s talked to him?” She tossed her empty plate on top of mine. “Yeah. Stone thinks we should go back over and explore the pyramids again on our next trip.”

  She growled. “I thought he was too busy for us.”

  I fought a wicked smile. “I only know what I’m told.” Her glare was lethal, and I shivered in mock fear. “You don’t care anyway, right?”

  A noncommittal grumble escaped her.

  “Tribeca Film Festival is in April. At least we know we’ll see him then,” I said, unable to stop pushing.

  “That’s six months from now,” she said, her voice a rising protest.

  M snapped her mouth shut when she realized what she’d done.

  “I don’t know why you don’t just call him. Hell, text him. He hates that, but I guarantee he’d love to hear from you.”

  She finished cleaning up our lunch, quiet for a minute. “I can’t. You know why.”

  The understated pain in her voice was enough to shut me up. I wanted her to be happy. To find what Daniel and I had had. But I couldn’t stand to hurt her.

  “Yes, I know.” The subject of Stone was effectively closed. She checked her watch. “I’d better get back to it.”

  I stuck the magazine back in her purse and stood. “Thanks for lunch. We should do this again sometime,” I teased, like we didn’t meet nearly every day.

  She grinned and gave me a quick hug. “I’m open tomorrow.” I pointed at her. “I’ll hold you to it.”

  THE BUDGET MEETING with the director of Paths of Purpose went better than planned. We’d received a million-dollar donation anonymously that morning, which gave us lots of breathing room. My excitement was nothing compared to what it would have been under normal circumstances. A donation that size would have been worth celebrating, but I couldn’t muster up much enthusiasm.

  I went back to my small office in the new facility. I closed myself inside, mostly avoiding going back to the old apartment. There was work to be done, but I couldn’t concentrate. I just stared out the window without really seeing anything.

  Daniel was front and center in my thoughts. That was nothing new, but now it hurt to think of him, and I couldn’t get used to it.

  Why was I too chickenshit to confront him? He’d blindsided me, and I’d barely fought back. That wasn’t like me. I went after what I wanted, had learned to squash my fear and man up, so to speak. But I’d never been this afraid of anything before. I knew that deep down, I was scared shitless that Daniel really did want me out of his life. I was cowering in fear instead of leading the charge with guns blazing. As long as I avoided him, there was hope. Without closure, I could hang onto whatever delusions I could conjure up.

  But seeing him at the restaurant was like a death blow. It had been the best and worst part of my day, the contradiction tearing me apart. How is it that men have this ability to look better after they leave you? It was like they did it on purpose, and damn if it didn’t leave me wanting. This had been the longest stretch I’d gone without fucking since I’d been with Daniel. My last night at the apartment, I’d masturbated with his pillow under my hips so my scent would be all over it when he got home, but the orgasm didn’t have the potency of the ones he gave me. I was hungry for him. He’d created needs in me that only he could fill, made me vulnerable in that way.

  “ON YOUR KNEES.”

  Daniel gave the command the second we entered the bedroom. I immediately obeyed, filling with a warm desire, expectant of things to come as my knees hit the plush rug.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  I complied, crossing my wrists, my rear hitting the heels of my feet. I tilted my head back to look up at him. He radiated power in a three-piece suit while I was naked, my clothes shed at the front door by his order.

  “The last time I told you to keep your hands behind your back, you couldn’t do it. This time, I’m going to
ensure you do.”

  Daniel unbuckled his belt, his movements deliberate as he slid it out of his pants. Goosebumps rose on my flesh as the leather whispered against the fabric. Then he was behind me, securing my wrists. The leather on my skin sent a shiver of excitement through me. I was bound tight enough that I was restrained, but if I wanted out, escape would be easy.

  When Daniel came back into my view, my breath faltered, and I licked my lips.

  “If you want my cock, you’ll have to get it out.”

  It was a challenge I was more than up for. I rose on my knees and took the fabric of his suit pants in my teeth, tugging so the button popped, the zipper lowered, and my prize was free. All mine.

  “Goddamn, Princess. You do want me.”

  I nodded and looked up at him, both of us pleased. His erect shaft taunted me. I admired how beautifully long and thick he was, well aware of what he could do.

  Daniel tapped my cheek twice. I opened my mouth, and he eased past my lips until the tip kissed the back of my throat. My eyes watered, stinging, as mascara ran into them.

  “One of my favorite looks,” Daniel said soothingly, swiping his thumb under my eye, staining the pad ink black.

  He thrust again as I dove for his cock, his pupils dilating at the sound that came from the back of my throat. Surrender to him brought a freedom I could never capture in another setting. There was nothing else in the world but us in these moments.

  “Take it deeper.”

  I opened my throat as he drove into my mouth again, my lips hitting the base of his shaft this time. He wound my hair around his fist, taking another ounce of control away from me. He held my head in place and fucked my mouth at his own leisurely pace. All I could do was open wide and accept the gift.

  “Tomorrow, every time you speak, you’ll remember who made you hoarse and how much you like having my cock down your throat.”

  I moaned around his thick length, squeezing my thighs together.

  He slid his foot between my knees, forcing them apart. “Did I say you could come?” he taunted me, and the pressure mounted at my center. When he took his cock out of my mouth, I whimpered at the loss. Daniel pulled on my hair, my face now tilted straight up where he towered over me. “Don’t try to steal my orgasms, Princess. I know how wet you are right now. A little more friction, and you’ll explode.” I licked my lips, and his eyes flickered as if he were jealous of my tongue.

  When he pushed himself inside of my mouth again, he went so deep, I thought I’d swallow him whole. I closed my lips around him, letting my teeth scrape his length as he withdrew. He hissed, his hold on me tightening. He was close to release. I opened wider, eager to take him over.

  “Since I’m giving you the privilege of having me in your mouth, it’s only fair that when you come, it’s in mine,” he said. He was the one doing all the work, yet I was the one panting.

  Daniel made me feel as if I was the most precious thing on the planet. He’d once promised me he’d be able to make me come with only a look. And he could. There was a humility behind the power of his touch. He didn’t take for granted that I gave myself to him completely. It was a treasure, something he knew I would never give to another, and that fueled his love and desire for me.

  When he came, he released in violent spurts, hot and thick. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean, none of that precious desire going to waste. He groaned as I ran my tongue up and down his length, smirking at my cat-like smile of satisfaction when I finished.

  He slid to the floor and stretched out on his back. I lay on top of him, one of my favorite places to be. Daniel tugged on my hair, his authoritative tone in place when he spoke. “On my face.”

  I crawled until my center was positioned above him. Daniel pulled my hips down so my nether lips were on his. I had no choice but to surrender once more, to accept the pleasure, my hands still bound behind my back.

  He licked the seam between my lips, circled my clit, and slid into my opening. I cried out his name, and he French-kissed my sex in response. I bucked as his mouth possessed me, Daniel holding me still, digging into the flesh of my hips. With a squeeze, he gave me permission to come, and that’s all it took for me to detonate around him. He didn’t drag it out or make me wait. I was so ready the slightest touch had me falling into bliss.

  “Need you. Inside,” I begged. It was a hoarse plea, and his response was muffled against me before his tongue shifted into overdrive. It mimicked the way his cock drove into my mouth—determined, relentless, insatiable—until I was coming into his mouth a second time.

  He lifted me off his face and settled me on his chest, nuzzling my nose. “I think about doing that constantly,” Daniel said against my mouth. “I crave your taste, Vivian. It’s impossible for me to live without.” He proved that point day in and day out.

  “I thought it was all of me,” I protested.

  “It is. Don’t tell my Princess, but I’m completely addicted to every facet of her,” he whispered conspiratorially.

  “She already knows,” I whispered back, kissing his smooth forehead.

  “In that case, there’s no reason to hide it.” I nodded in agreement, stifling a smile. “Now let’s get to the important stuff. Do I want to keep your hands bound while I fuck you, or will you need that belt to bite down on when I make you scream?”

  * * *

  THE MEMORY MADE me flush with desire. It was an assault on every one of my senses. I’d always need him in that way, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him with anyone else. Couldn’t fathom why he would want another. We both knew it could never be that way with someone else. Realizing that, believing that like I believed the sun would rise the next morning, revived my determination and reminded me why I needed to fight for him. We belonged together. He knew it. I just had to make him remember.

  Chapter 15

  VIVIAN

  * * *

  Eight Years Earlier

  * * *

  BAM. Bam. Bam.

  Muriella and I both froze. In the frenzy of getting ready, I’d somehow forgotten he was coming. My nerves spiked and I took a deep breath, centering myself. Daniel wasn’t expecting Nervous Nelly, and that wasn’t me any damn way.

  “It’s time,” she whispered and gave me a quick hug. “I’ll go wait back there.” She motioned toward the bathroom.

  I grabbed her hand and dragged her across the living room. We’d become close so quickly that I behaved as if we’d been best friends all my life. The truth was I needed her. Making friends with the other interns at work was difficult since we all viewed one another as competitors, but a few weeks of friendship with Muriella had cured some of the loneliness.

  The knock this time was more insistent, impatient even. I smiled and counted to twenty before I opened the door. Daniel looked irritated, his fist raised as if about to knock the door down. He was devastating, wearing jeans and a white oxford shirt, the sleeves rolled up, revealing a hint of his forearms. I stared at them, allowing my imagination to meander down the path of what the rest of those arms looked like, given the muscle in just the sneak peek.

  Then I remembered myself, lifting my chin, daring him to say a word about me appreciating his body. A smile tugged the corner of his mouth up.

  “You were two seconds away from me coming in to get you.” He flicked his chin at my feet. “Nice shoes.”

  Goddamn he was sexy. He thought me wearing the ballet slippers was the green light to get me in bed, but he’d learn soon enough he was sorely mistaken.

  “Thank you. I hope you’ve come up with something better to do than just stand here all day,” I said haughtily, though I figured we could make that entertaining enough if we wanted.

  “If that’s your way of asking where we’re going, I’m not telling you, Princess.”

  “That’s your name.” The prospect of doing this all day long excited me.

  “Hmm. I believe I called you that first, so technically it’s yours.”

  He was right, but I shrugged
indifferently. “It suits you better.” I pointed with my head behind me. “Want to come in? M made coffee.”

  His brow furrowed as he peered past me. His eyes softened. “Good morning, Muriella.”

  “I brought your breakfast over here.” She grinned mischievously. “You two are up to no good.” His steps faltered as he pushed his way into my apartment. At the look on his face, I wanted to die. He was stricken, a deep line creasing his forehead as he scrutinized my tiny space.

  I squared my shoulders and leveled him with a look. “Want a muffin? M made them out of eggs instead of flour. And what else?”

  “Lots of stuff he likes,” she said saucily as she moved toward the little space that constituted my kitchen.

  He seemed to snap out of wherever he’d gone, his eyes sparkling when Muriella slapped at my hand as I bit off a chunk of the egg muffins before she could officially offer them to us.

  I sagged against the counter as I chewed. “God, you’re spoiling me.

  So bad.”

  Muriella made the sign of the cross over her chest and said some‐ thing unintelligible toward the heavens.

  “Taking the Lord’s name in vain really bothers you, doesn’t it?” She’d corrected me several times since we’d met, but I never thought much of it. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more cognizant.”

  She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. “Thank you.” “What made you so religious?” I asked casually, genuinely curious about what drove people to their faith. Daniel tensed, and a look passed between them. “I grew up in the church, so I always believed in God. I prayed for a miracle, and He gave me one. I’m not a zealot, and I won’t be trying to convert you.”

  “Believe it or not, I used to go to church before I went to college,” I said.

  “You are welcome to come with me any time you’d like.”

  “Sure,” I said, popping another bite of muffin in my mouth. “What was the miracle?”