by Molly McLain
“Like what?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the closed door.
“Carefree. Nice? Happy?”
“I think I should be offended by that, but you’re probably more right than wrong. But I thought you said that you weren’t afraid of me?”
“I’m not,” she murmured. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not fully aware of what you are and what you do. Apollo Banachi, right-hand man to Leo Banachi. The family that runs Chicago.”
I nodded my head. I couldn’t deny anything she said. “That generally scares people.”
She shrugged her shoulders and looked up in the sky. “I’m not afraid of you, Apollo.”
“You probably should be.”
Her gaze fell on me. “Trying to scare me off?”
I reached out and grabbed her hand. “No, but I don’t want you to make a decision that you’ll regret in the morning.”
“You’ve wanted me for eleven years, right?” she asked.
I nodded my head and pulled her into my arms. “Yes,” I growled.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to my ear. “I’ve wanted you for twelve.”
My fingers delved into her long, mahogany hair, and I tilted her head back. “Once I have you, I’m not going to let you go, Greer. I’m a man who is very possessive of what belongs to him.”
“That terrifies and excites me all at once,” she whispered. Her eyes were dilated, and a blush was rising on her face.
The car pulled up in the back drive. “This is your last chance to run, Greer,” I said, nodding over her shoulder at the car.
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. “Stop trying to change my mind, Apollo, and get in the car.”
“I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
She stepped back and held her hand out to me. “Stop trying to be the white knight you think I need, and just give me the man that I’ve wanted.”
Trey got out of the car and opened the rear passenger door. Greer wiggled her fingers at me, and I did the thing I’ve been dying to do. I grabbed her hand and decided that nothing else mattered but Greer tonight.
She wanted me, and I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.
It was time to take Greer.
Greer
Apollo helped me into the car, and it felt like my heart was in my throat and I couldn’t breathe. This was actually happening, and I knew I needed to remember every moment of this night because I knew I might never have it again.
I glanced out the door and listened to Apollo talk to his driver. Apollo lived a much more lavish life than I was used to. While Kane and I always had everything we wanted growing up, Apollo took that extravagance to the next level. The life he lived gave him access to things that I could never imagine having. A driver, for one, was something that wasn’t in my monthly budget.
Kane had started up a law firm right out of college, and he became a success in no time. I was his secretary, and while he made the big bucks, I had to say that my paycheck was nothing to laugh at. It afforded me a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago, a car that was paid off, and a wardrobe that any socialite in the city would love to have.
Apollo slid into the car and rested his hand on my thigh. “Second thoughts?” he asked as the car glided along the driveway to the front of the MGM.
“No, although I’m sure the fireworks are going to be amazing.” The wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the ballroom was going to make a fantastic place to watch the fireworks at midnight.
“I promise we’ll make our own fireworks tonight, Greer.” Apollo’s hand moved up my thigh, and his arm wound around my waist as he turned in his seat.
All thought of the midnight fireworks fled as his mouth assaulted my neck. Kissing, licking and nipping my skin while his hands roamed over my body. “Apollo,” I moaned as I delved my fingers into his pitch-black hair to hold on.
“Why the fuck did I wait so long?” he growled. His hands grabbed my butt and pulled me into his lap. “The dress is hot as fuck, Greer, but it’s keeping me from seeing that gorgeous body underneath.” His hands slid up my back, searching for the zipper.
“Do we plan on getting out of the car?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you better leave my dress on, unless you want me to ride the elevator naked up to your room.”
Apollo’s hands froze. “The only thing you are going to ride naked is me,” he promised.
“Then I suggest you not unzip my zipper which, by the way, is on the side. Once the dress comes off, it’ll take three men and an act of God to get it back on.” It had taken Kent three tries and a running start to get the zipper pulled up back in the hotel room.
“Then I guess I’ll have to figure out another way to touch you since there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll let anyone see you naked but me.” His hand skimmed down my leg, grabbed the hem of my dress and slowly pulled it up, revealing my tanned legs. “Every summer, you wear these shorts,” he murmured as he ran his hand up and down my calf. “So fucking short, that the fucking pockets hang out of the bottom. All I can think about when I see you in them is bending you over, yanking them down your legs and fucking the hell out of you.” His hand glided up the inside of my leg, brushed against my satin panties and a tremor rocked my body.
“I wish I would have brought them with me,” I moaned.
“Don’t worry, sweet Greer. I have plans for you and those shorts when we get back to Chicago,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart lifted with the hope that this really wouldn’t be one night and that Apollo and I might actually be together. “I’ll make sure to keep my schedule open,” I gasped as he nipped my earlobe.
“Good girl,” he growled.
“How much longer until we get to the hotel?” I gasped as his hand cupped my pussy.
Apollo glanced out the window. “A couple more minutes,” he mumbled as his fingers brushed aside my panties. His fingers deftly parted the folds of my pussy, and I moaned as he barely touched my clit.
I was going out of my mind. Never had I imagined that this was how I would be ringing in the new year. My body draped across Apollo Banachi, while his fingers did wicked things to me, was the perfect beginning to the new year. He barely touched me, but I was ready to go off like a firecracker in his arms. “Please,” I breathed out.
“I’m going to make you cum all over my hand before this car stops.”
“But… we’re almost… there,” I stuttered.
“The door doesn’t open until you give me what I want.” He pinched my clit between his fingers sending a bite of pain along with a wave of desire. He turned my head, his lips capturing mine. His hand delved in my hair, holding me close while his lips claimed me and his fingers drove me closer to the edge.
I closed my eyes, allowing my senses to feel everything at once. Apollo’s fingers were building me up, playing me like a game of chess, making moves to make me his. “We’re almost there, Greer. Give it to me,” he urged as his fingers sped up.
Just as he pinched my clit again, he gently bit down on my bottom lip, throwing me into a sea of ecstasy. His fingers continued to gently stroke my clit, while he mumbled against my mouth. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy grabbing my dick like a vise when I make you cum again.”
His words sent another tremor through my body, anticipation building even as I was still coming down from my first orgasm. “Please, stop,” I pleaded. I wanted more, but the next time I came, I preferred to be in Apollo’s bed.
He pressed one last kiss to my lips and slid my panties back in place. “If I touch you any more I’m going to take you right here and not care about the consequences.” Apollo pulled my dress down and gently slid me next to him. “Don’t look at me like that, Greer. I’m standing on the edge of losing myself in you, and when that happens, I prefer it not to be in the back of my car. Although that does have the potential for a later time.
”
Apollo opened the door and stepped out in one motion. He held his hand out to me, and I felt my heart flutter at his mention of car sex later.
“Greer, take my damn hand. Put me out of my fucking misery. Your sexy coyness is seriously going to be the death of me,” he growled low.
I wasn’t being coy, I was still in shock by the fact that I was here in this moment. I grabbed his hand, and his calloused fingers gently squeezed my hand and intertwined with my fingers as he pulled me from the car. “I’m sorry,” I murmured.
His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. “Don’t apologize, Greer. I’m being an ass because something I’ve wanted for so long is about to be mine, and I’ve lost my patience entirely.” His thumb brushed across my cheek. “If you’d let me, I’d take you against this car right now.”
A fire burned through me at his words. I swallowed hard, my eyes never leaving his. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you,” I whispered.
Apollo hissed, pressed a hard kiss to my lips and spun around. “You’re adding to my list of things I want to do to you, Greer.”
I gulped, wondering if he just added sex in public to the list, and let him tug me towards the front entrance. “What exactly did you just add to the list?” I asked as Apollo headed straight to the bank of elevators and pressed the button to call for one.
Apollo smirked and shook his head. “You’ll find out when it happens, sweet Greer.”
“I like when you call me that,” I mumbled as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Thankfully there was no one in the elevator, and no one else was wanting to go up. The doors slid shut behind us as Apollo hit the button for the fifteenth floor then pressed me against the wall.
“I’ve always thought of you like that, but now I know it’s the truth. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than you.” He caged me in with his arms and leaned into me. “I think you’ve created an addiction that I’ll never be able to satisfy.”
His lips devoured mine before I could even form a coherent thought. My hands went to the buttons on his suit, slightly fumbling till I managed to slip them loose. I pushed his jacket open and my hands slid up his chest, feeling his rock hard body beneath. “I’ve always loved the way you look in a suit, but I’m dying to know what you look like without it.”
Apollo glanced over his shoulder. “Five more floors and you won’t be wondering anymore.”
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. “Can we add elevator sex to your list?” I purred. My fingers worked his bowtie loose and tugged it off. Just as I had the top two buttons worked open, the elevator dinged, and the doors glided open.
“It’s been moved to the top of the list,” he promised. He grabbed his jacket off the floor, tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed my hand. “Tomorrow we start whittling down the list. Tonight, I just need to lose myself in your body.”
“Can you please stop saying things like that,” I murmured as Apollo pulled me down the hallway. “At least wait until we get into the room.”
“That’s not even half of the things that are running through my mind right now, Greer. That’s just the condensed version.”
We stopped in front of room 1509, and Apollo slid the card into the door. “I should have told Kent I was leaving,” I mumbled as I stepped into Apollo’s room.
“I’ll let one of my men know. They’ll find Kent and tell him.” Apollo pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.
I walked over to the huge window on one side of the large room and looked down at the strip. Tons of people were milling around, proving the fact that Las Vegas never slept. “Oh,” I gasped. “What time is it?” I whirled around, looking for a clock and my eyes fell to the clock on one of the end tables.
“What’s wrong?” Apollo asked as he tossed his phone on the bed and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. Even with four-inch heels on, Apollo still was a good five inches taller than me.
“It’s almost midnight,” I said, nodding at the clock.
“So it is,” Apollo mumbled. “I completely forgot it was New Year’s Eve.” His hands rubbed my back. “It feels more like Christmas morning.”
“Really?”
“Yup. You’re the present I’ve wanted all year, and now I finally get to unwrap you.” Apollo found the zipper on the side of my dress and slowly inched it down.
“When do I get to finish unwrapping you?” My dress loosened on me, and Apollo pushed the strap of the dress off of my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck and I tilted my head to the right.
“As soon as I finish unwrapping you. I’m an impatient man tonight, Greer.” He slid the other shoulder of the dress off, and the black and green fabric pooled around my feet. “Happy New Year to me,” he mumbled under his breath.
I was wearing a black, satin strapless bra with matching black panties that were now soaked through with need for Apollo. He reached up, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his crisp dress shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders.
“I said I wanted to unwrap you, but I think watching you strip for me is even better,” I hummed as he pulled his white undershirt over his head, and tossed it on the floor. I haven’t seen Apollo with his shirt off since I was fifteen. That was also the summer I fell helplessly in love with him. “Do you remember that summer we spent at the lake?” I asked as his hands went to the button of his pants.
“You mean the summer I started having inappropriate thoughts about a seventeen year old?” Apollo smirked.
“You weren’t the only one with inappropriate thoughts that summer.” Every night I’d gone to bed, dreaming of Apollo and hoping that he would notice me. It was crazy to know now, that he was seeing me differently than I thought he did.
“Just added going to that cabin for the summer and doing everything I wanted to do to you back then.” Apollo toed off his shoes and pulled his pants down his legs.
“I think I should probably write down everything we keep adding to our list,” I laughed.
“It’s all up here, sweet Greer,” Apollo said as he tapped a finger to the side of his head. “I’ve been making a list for the past eleven years.”
“You mean there’s more to the list than the things we’ve said tonight?” I wondered what else Apollo had on the magical list of naughty things.
“Tons, Greer.” Apollo nodded over my shoulder. “It looks like you won’t miss those fireworks after all.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw the sky was lit up with huge sprays of gold, green, and purple fireworks. “Wow,” I gasped. Apollo’s hotel room was so high up that it felt like I could reach out the window and touch the fireworks.
Apollo spun me around so I was facing the window, and he wrapped his arms around me. “Happy New Year, sweet Greer,” he whispered in my ear. His hands traveled over my body, distracting me from the fireworks. “They say who you start the new year with is who you’ll end the year with.”
“Really, is that what they say?” I leaned my head back on Apollo’s shoulder and enjoyed being in his arms.
“It’s what I hear,” he murmured. “As much as I like watching the fireworks with you, we’re going to have to move this to the bed, or I’m going to have to fuck you against the window.”
“The bed sounds nice,” I sighed as Apollo rained kisses down the side of my neck. “But anywhere with you sounds nice.”
Apollo growled and spun me back around to face him. “You’re definitely going to be good for my ego, Greer.”
“I don’t know if that’s going to be a good thing,” I laughed. “You and your ego can barely fit in the room the way it is. I might need to bring you down a few notches.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he said as he shook his head. “Except you can try tomorrow. Tonight you can stroke my ego all you want.”
“I’m sure that isn’t the only thing you’d like me to stroke tonight.” I trailed my hand down his chiseled ch
est and grabbed his cock through his silk boxers. “I always pinned you for being a boxer man.”
“So you’ve thought about me in my underwear before?”
I stroked his long, hard cock, and quirked my eyebrow. “For about two seconds, and then I imagine you taking them off.”
“Well, it’s time to put your imagination to rest.” I squeaked as Apollo grabbed my ass, lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He strode over to the bed, tossed me down on it and stepped back.
His hands went to the waistband of his boxers. “Wait!” I shouted, holding up my hand. I pushed my hair out of my face and rested back on my elbows. “I’m ready now.”
Apollo shook his head and yanked down his boxers. “Enjoying the show, sweet Greer?”
I dumbly nodded my head, rendered speechless by the sight in front of me. Apollo Banachi had always been an enigma to me, but now, seeing him in front of me, he was now a god. My jaw had dropped open, and all I could do was stare. From the floor up, he was the epitome of perfection. My eyes scrambled to look at him all at once. His legs were muscled and powerful with his wide stance, and his long, thick cock hung between his thighs. “Wow.”
Apollo stroked his cock and nodded at me. “Bra and panties off, now,” he ordered.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The man I’ve dreamed about forever was now standing in front of me, and I was paralyzed. Apollo shook his head and stalked to the bed. He reached out, grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me down the bed. “You’re not listening, Greer.” He hooked his thumbs in the waist of my panties and tugged them down my legs. “You don’t want to know what happens when people don’t listen to me.”
“Are the people normally naked when they don’t listen to you?” I giggled.
“No. I’d rather not see my associates naked.” He climbed up the bed, covering me with his body. “You’re the only one I want to see naked, Greer.” He grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I arched my back, eager to touch his body, and groaned when he moved away from me. “Your punishment might be a bit different than theirs.”
