by R. F. Allie
I couldn't help wrapping my arms around him and pressed a kiss to the light stubble of hair centering his chest.
"What was that for?"
He asked pushing a curly strand behind my ear.
I raised my shoulders and shrugged.
"Just find a way around it Alec!"
We were in Landon's office. It was a luxurious space, although very minimalistic. A glass desk, glass floating shelves and a conference table. He had a collection of photos, I'd only recognized Evelyn and Alec from the Internet pictures. A photo of an old couple that looked weirdly familiar to me. They looked completely and utterly mad about each other.
The captured moment alone inspired both awe and envy. I could guess they were pictures of people who were close to him. I peered around waiting for him to finish his conversation with his partner.
Landon Davis was a man to be admired; from what I've gather from the conversation, they were in the process of building a hotel in Buenos Aires. They were actually rebuilding one, and there were inadequate business shops that belonged to some old family who didn't want to leave the area. Alec failed to convince them with an insane amount of money, even though the authorities in Argentina had been threatening to destroy the shops because of some sanitary issues.
Landon suggested that they'd either got them brand new shops in a rural area or that they offer them a space in the hotel to sell adequate touristic product as he apparently did in Chicago. It was disturbing and admirable; after all, even the government condemned the business. Yet, for some reason, he didn't want that.
I watched him intently as I would a magnificent piece at the Uffizi museum. I was searching for some flaws; he was too good to be true. He was devouring me with his hot gaze, sending shivers through my sensitive skin.
"Trust me buddy, it has been a shitty day. I think we should delay and let the authorities in here take care of it."
Alec said resignedly.
"No. Out of the question. Hang on in there, I'll send Evelyn with an offer they won't refuse."
"Dear god, don't send that crazy bitch in here."
I stifled a laugh. His tone was one of both disdain and abhorrence.
"Come on Alec, she's the only one who can do it."
"Hell. To. The. No. I'd rather stop the fucking construction overall than have her around me."
I kept laughing.
"Stop it, don't be a pain in my ass."
"Then don't send one my way either."
They both sighed, then Alec made a suggestion.
"Why don't you get over here or are you too smitten with that imaginary Esmeralda from Notre Dame"
I eyeballed the speakerphone as if it'd just grew tentacles.
Landon remained composed and smiled at me with pure adoration.
"She's very much real, trust me. And she's hearing you."
"Oh yeah. And in your imaginary world, are you the only person able to hear her."
I smiled and walked to Landon. He pulled me to his lap and laughed.
"What do you think?"
I said smiling into the speakerphone.
Alec fell silent for a beat.
"Well hello there."
He said charmingly. I liked him without even meeting him. They were equally rich and handsome, yet he sounded a lot more spontaneous and funny.
"Hello to you too Mr. Avery."
Landon frowned
"Mr. Avery?"
"Yeah Mr. Avery is my dad. You call me Alec."
"I'm sorry, Wikipedia."
I said as way of explaining to Landon how I'd came to know his partner's last name.
"So is it true that you fell from the sky right into my friend's arm?"
He asked amused.
"Alec."
Landon warned.
"Are there lots of angels that fall in front of Notre Dame? Would I get lucky if I go there like, say tomorrow?"
I chuckled in Landon's lap, feeling both embarrassed and flattered.
Landon kept warning but Alec kept on.
"Do you have like some kind of schedule?"
"I'm sure that if you were to stand in front of Notre Dame, lots of female angels would fall into your arm."
I said matter-of-factly.
"Damn that Sunday and those Japanese I was stuck with."
I kept laughing.
"Well, my loss, another angel's luck."
"Damn you Landon Davis, Damn you to hell and beyond."
I turned to him. He jaw was tight as stone. His expression dark and dangerous. There was an irrevocable shift in his mood. I frowned at his expression.
"Anyway." He finally said.
"Just hang in there. I'll find a way."
"Okay, just not Eve."
"I heard you buddy. Let's talk Monday as scheduled."
He hung up the phone abruptly and just stood there, with me in his lap.
I debated whether I should venture and ask him about the sudden change of attitude or not.
I leaned further and smiled tenderly.
"What's wrong?"
His face sobered, suddenly unreadable.
"Nothing. Shall we head to dinner?"
His tone was composed and stern.
"Clearly not. I'm not moving anywhere until I get an answer."
"I hope you enjoy disappointment then."
I frowned completely confused. I really didn't understand what happened to him.
"I hope you don't, because I'm not moving unless you talk to me."
We both stood there. My stomach quivered. I just flew all the way from New York in the hope of spending a nice weekend with him, and he seemed resigned to ruin it all of the sudden. I was determined to discover what had gotten into him.
I stared into his eyes, without a blink. It was challenging, since my whole body was going into a slow, agonizing meltdown. I wanted to relief my distress with his lips. I was afraid he'd reject me in his state but did it anyway.
I slowly brushed my lips against his.
He flinched.
I gathered some courage and pulled his lower lip between my teeth and bit it until he groaned.
That was all it took for him to wrap his arms around me and respond with a violent hungry kiss.
It wasn't a kiss, it was a statement. He sucked my tongue to the point of hurt extracting a loud moan and clasped the back of my head deepening the kiss as if he needed it more than his next breath. I shuffled on his lap and straddled him. I was a ball of furious wanton. I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything else in my whole life. We kept kissing and biting at each other. I was unconsciously rocking my hips against him. I licked him along his jaw, his hot breath all over my face making me hotter.
"You're amazing Clea. I don't ever want to stop kissing you."
I moaned loudly at his words.
"I want to taste you. I'll go mad if I don’t. I need to make you come!"
Oh my god!
I couldn't stop kissing him; I could feel his heart thrumming in his mouth.
He pulled.
"Now Clea!"
Landon grabbed me from my waist and lifted me on his desk. He abruptly pushed everything on it and leaned to kiss me. He brought his hands to my popover and unbuttoned it then pulled it over my head. Without waiting any longer, he unclasped by bras as if it was a magic trick...
Something hot glimmered in his eyes. His eyes traveled all over my naked breasts. I shivered.
He cupped them both and tormented them just enough to make me lose my mind. I stifled a low moan.
"Don't bite that lip."
He warned and sucked at a hard nipple.
I hadn't realize I was biting my lip. I was completely taken by what he did to me, relishing the feel of his velvety tongue circling each nipple; each suck took me a little further over the precipice. I clasped each edge of the glass desk.
"Oh."
I cried out at one hard bite; it felt as heavenly as it was painful.
He kept the torturous feeling moving from one nipple t
o the other, making me go crazy at each loss and retrieval of contact with my sensitive tits.
"You're so sweet. So responsive."
I looked into his eyes, silently begging him to do whatever needed to relieve me from the alienating feeling.
"I want you to come in my mouth."
He said sealing our lips together again.
Suddenly a light pull at each nipple sent a shot of electricity through my whole body. I griped out at the sweet affliction.
He pulled at both nipples, simultaneously elongating them between his thumbs and fingers. Each pull brought a sweeter agony that crept all the way down my groin, making me less and less aware of anything other than his deft, skilled fingers.
I couldn't keep on kissing him with the loud moans, he just kept his lips on mine taking my breath away from me.
With one long, last hard pull, my legs stiffened and the floor crumbled away. My body couldn't hold it anymore. I exploded into a million pieces under his dexterous fingers. He absorbed every cry, every moan, deepening a kiss I could barely respond to.
I was breathing erratically, my chest heaving. My brain cells were shattered along the mess he'd made pushing stack of pens and papers from the desk. I had never experienced such a powerful feeling. He blew on my reddened nipples, cooling the burn, with profuse licks.
"You're ambrosial."
Landon leveled his gaze with my blurry one.
"My sweet, sweet Miss Dane."
He murmured.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't think.
He brought his hands to my waist, sliding his fingers under my pants and unzipped them briskly. He lifted me on shaky legs without taking his eyes off of me. I steadied myself holding onto his shoulders. He bent down on one knee and pulled one shoe; then the other. I watched him intently as if I was dreaming him.
Landon pulled at my panties along with my capris. His head was at my navel's level. I shuffled out of what'd remained of my clothes. He nuzzled at my navel, lowering down to the apex of my thighs. I tensed.
"Shh... You smell heavenly baby."
Baby... Baby...
The word reasoned repeatedly in the back of my head.
He lifted me and sat me on the desk again. The cool feel sent electroshocks through my hot skin. Landon pulled at his desk chair and sat. I eyed him quizzically, not understanding what he was doing. He relaxed further and stared at me. His dark eyes pierced through my skin, it felt like he was undressing my flesh itself.
I was bared to him, feeling vulnerable.
I tightened my legs and put my arms across my chest, suddenly self-conscious about the whole ambiance.
"Now now, Miss Dane."
He said shaking his head, then leaned towards me pulling my arms. I let go, looking down at my feet. I was timidly affected by him, by what was happening.
"Look at me."
His words were gentle, yet commandeering. I blinked at him.
He brushed his knuckles along my neck then slid his hand all the way along my arm, reaching between my legs.
"I don't want you to hide from me, ever."
He pushed my legs apart and leaned in to press several feather kisses along the insides of my thighs. He relaxed, back in his chair.
"You're a delightful sight. I want to admire you before I taste you."
My heart skipped a beat, or several ones. As much as I was disconcerted by my unbearable display, I was savoring his words and his hot gleam. He made me feel beautiful and desirable; I'd never perceived myself like that before.
I'd watched him study me for what seemed like an eternity before he'd brought his palm back between my breasts. I opened my lips slightly, to accommodate quickening breaths. His softly callused palms glided slowly down my stomach, my navel, until it reached the speck remains of my Brazilian and lower.
I could admit that it was the first time, someone other than me had touched me there. The sensation was a mix of fear and delight, but I couldn't help it, I stiffened.
He circled around my clit. His breath hitched.
"So lusciously wet." He'd said with his eyes closed.
When he opened his eyes and looked at me, something shifted inside me. I was no longer scared.
"Do you trust me?"
I nodded.
"Say it!"
He ordered.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I trust you."
I said letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Good. Now, I’m going to make you come again. We are alone on the floor, you are free to scream, shout, or whatever you need to do as long as you don't bite that lip."
He touched it lightly.
Landon started drawing circles around my clit again, and again, and again. I groaned. He trusted a finger inside me and my whole body stiffened.
"Shh, I got you. Trust, remember?"
He thrust his finger again and again, until I relaxed.
When his tongue came on my sweet spot, my brain shut down completely. It was a nameless innervation, totally exotic to my senses. I shut my eyes close. In the darkness, I saw flashes of red light. He kept going in circles, my heart beat went into overdrive. I grasped his hair and groaned leaning further onto the glass.
I was keenly aware of every lick, every move, and every thrust. I drowned into a world of delicious pleasure. My insides quivered and stilled, a pressure building in my groin.
I was close.
"So euphorically sweet."
So close...
Landon pulled his finger and circled slowly around my sensitive skin.
He was teasing me, I could tell.
"Please."
I breathed out.
He pushed to his feet and towered over me. His fingers still unleashing a torturous rhythm.
He looked down on me, a sinful gaze sparkled in the dark.
"I'm sorry, did you say something Miss Dane?"
He kept tormenting me, so close, yet so far.
"Please."
I said again.
"Please what? Is there something wrong Miss Dane?"
He pushed a finger slightly and pulled it out just as fast.
I was getting frustrated, yet, I needed him to continue.
"I can't...”
He cocked his head.
"You can't what? You can't let go? You can't take it anymore? You can't what Miss Dane?"
I had no idea why he was torturing me, he didn't stop, if he'd stopped, I might've just calmed down and gave him a piece of my mind. But he held me somewhere between heaven and hell, and he knew what he was doing, skillfully and smugly so.
"I can't take it, please Landon!"
I cried out.
His eyes turned darker and somewhat, defying.
"Should we call Mr. Avery to relieve you then?"
What the hell?
My eyes shot wide-open in disbelief and I blinked rapidly.
Landon held my gaze and spoke slowly and sternly.
"It is killing me to see you this way, it truly is."
He paused, thrusting his torturous finger inside me again.
"But you need to understand something Miss Dane. You may think me insane, but you were mine from the moment you fell into my arms. I was willing to do whatever possible to guarantee that; even when I'd thought you were fucking your friends."
I had lost complete control over both my body and my brain. He possessed both of them with his deft fingers and more so, with his words.
Mine!
"And I'm not in the habit of sharing what is mine with other people. I might share several businesses with Mr. Avery, but I own most of it in figures and otherwise. I might share a law firm with Miss Crawley, but I assure you it only belongs to me, as do you. So don't you ever suggest that you'd fall for another man, no matter whether I know him or not. Ever, Miss Dane."
As he'd spoke his mind, he'd grew into a relentless spiral with each words, and with each thought and feel, I convulsed onto the desk and under his gaze.
It was forceful. I climaxed affected by his words and touch, groaning and moaning, unashamed and unafraid.
He slipped down and sucked my swollen, red skin. His groan vibrated through me.
My breath was still ragged as I came down from my orgasm, his words echoed in my head until they formed coherently. He gently pulled me to him, lifted me in his arms and walked me to a sofa that faced a breathtaking view; almost as breath-cutting as the man holding me in his arms.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
I finally knew the reason for his change of attitude earlier, and I realized it might've been inconsiderate of me to have flirted with his friend. I wasn't aware I'd been doing it, I wasn't attracted to him, not in the least. I had eyes only for the specimen of a man in front of me, and if taking a three hours flight to spend time with him wasn't proof of that, I had to up my game.
I'd thought about the way he'd also acted when I'd mentioned my shopping break with Liam. I'd suspected it, but thought it insanely self-centric of me. He was jealous of that, just like he was jealous of an innocent insinuation.
The notion shook me to my core.
It flattered me, pleased me, and frightened me.
Chapter VIII
We arrived at the club a little after midnight. Initially, we were going to have dinner, but Jenna kept insisting that we'd join her and the boys at some lounge. Landon agreed saying that they had one of the greatest cook in Chicago and that we'd be able to hit two birds with a stone; I was famished and in desperate need of a dry vodka martini with at least three olives.
Back at the office, we'd talked a bit about how I’d planned the whole trip, thanks to Jenna's advice. How Jude and Ryan had surprised me at the last second, and how Calvin and Zee, conspired to spy for my benefit.
He'd made me laugh, admiring my skills at taming two of his most loyal employees and swore to never introduce me to his assistant in case I'd plan to plot against him in any other way.
He'd went down on me a second time, and a third. I didn't think I was able to come so many times. Usually, when I'd pleasure myself; which didn't occur often, I'd just go to sleep.
I was sore and my skin swollen red. I could barely walk down to the lobby, my muscles shook endlessly, I thought he'd hit a nerve somewhere in my exhausted brain.
