Davis (Thoroughly Educated Book 3)

by Lara Norman

  “So we’re thinking the summer after I graduate,” Reagan answered the original question.

  “That sounds nice. We’ll have to get together and make plans for it.”

  “He hasn’t proposed yet, Luna,” Davis pointed out.

  Luna gritted her teeth. “But they are talking about it. Can we change the subject?”

  “Let’s just eat,” Reagan said instead.

  Davis couldn’t wait for the meal to be over.

  Chapter 15

  Davis didn’t even let the car door close completely before he was all over Luna.

  She didn’t mind.

  He lunged for her as she heard the slam, kissing his way across her collarbone while snaking a hand up under her dress. He had her flat across the supple backseat and an orgasm ripping through her by the time Sorensen slid into the front and pulled away from the curb.

  “Davis,” she whispered in his ear as she fought to keep in the scream he evoked with his touch.

  “Mm.”

  “You don’t have a glass divider.”

  He knew this, but she felt the need to remind him. Especially considering that he hadn’t let her go and they were all in the car together.

  “I know. Keep quiet.”

  He nibbled up her throat and sucked on the flesh behind her ear. She tried not to whimper—failed—and then thought she’d die of embarrassment.

  “Please wait.”

  He pulled his hand away from her tender flesh and smoothed her dress down, but he continued to lick and suck his way over her ear and cheek. He found her mouth in the darkened car, kissed her tenderly.

  “Oh God,” she whispered against his soft lips. She wanted him so badly it hurt.

  “I can’t help it.”

  “Sir.”

  He sat up suddenly, fast enough that she almost lurched to the floorboard before he caught her. She’d been pressed so tightly to him that she hadn’t expected his departure. The back door on his side opened, and Luna saw Sorensen standing there, staring at the building. At least he was discreet.

  Davis helped her from the car, ensuring her dress swirled around her knees and didn’t expose her unmentionables. He took her arm and escorted her into the building as though she hadn’t been panting and trying not to scream three seconds ago. She didn’t know how he did that, but she practiced her serene face to match his.

  As the elevator doors opened, they stood aside to let everyone off. Davis gestured for her to go first and then stood sedately near the back as the doors closed behind them.

  “I can smell you.”

  She glanced over at him. “What?” His comment tempted her to lift her arm and sniff herself, but she refrained.

  “Your arousal. The scent of you is on my fingers.” To demonstrate, he brought his hand up and slipped his thumb into her mouth. “If not for the cameras, and the fact I know Jerry is keeping an eye on them right this minute, I’d have you bent over and my cock deep inside your pussy.”

  Luna gasped as he brought his wet finger away from her and to his own mouth. She felt the flush that already resided in her cheeks spread to her chest. So help her, she wanted what he described. “And then what?”

  His eyes glowed blue fire. “I’d have you screaming for me to fuck you harder.”

  She swayed, steadied herself on the wall, and blinked slowly. “Before we reach your floor? You’re that good?”

  His grin could only be described as wolfish. “You bet I am.”

  Her chest heaved with panting breaths. She watched him watching her and waited for the elevator to ascend to the top.

  Because she knew what would happen once it did.

  Davis would fuck her hard, just like he promised.

  She would scream his name.

  Her pussy clenched at the promise in his eyes. They were almost there. Only one floor to go.

  The sound of the ding might as well have been a starting pistol. They moved as one, bumping into each other as they stepped out and into the carpeted hall. Davis kept his hand low on her back in a spot that could technically be considered her ass. Her nerves danced under her skin as he unlocked the door and let her in first. She didn’t know if she should stop in the foyer or continue all the way to the bedroom.

  Davis answered her unspoken question. He grabbed her waist and spun her to the door, pinning her body with his. Their mouths crashed together and left no space between them. The hard bulge in his pants insistently made its presence known as Luna ground her hips against his. She felt a surge of pride when he groaned loudly. She could bring this fine man to his knees with the simplest touch.

  The surge of heat never left, never dissipated, as Davis stepped away far enough to draw her dress over her head. She thanked her lucky stars that she’d decided to buy some new lingerie to go under her new dress.

  Especially when he whimpered and bit his knuckles, heated gaze roaming from head to toe and back again.

  Their eyes met and he pounced again. Teeth bumped as he clawed at his shirt, tearing the delicate fibers surrounding the buttons when it wouldn’t come off fast enough. Luna helped by unfastening his pants, seeking fingers finding what she needed pretty fucking desperately by then. Davis hissed when she wrapped her hand around the head of his cock, felt the wetness leaking from the tip. She licked his lips since he was still attached to her mouth and earned another groan.

  Pumping slowly, she eased him back enough to sink into a squat. Hands in her hair and head thrown back, Davis epitomized a Greek god. His ruined shirt laid at their feet and his pants hung off his hips, so Luna licked a line from his navel downward. His hips came forward, searching, eager, begging her to take what he offered. She sank her mouth over the swollen head of his engorged cock and moaned around it.

  “Fuck, Luna. Fuck.”

  She would have grinned if her mouth wasn’t full.

  Instead, she cupped his balls and looked up to find him staring down. She kept her eyes locked on his as she worked him over, finding satisfaction in the dark storm she found in his expression. She felt the urge to touch herself, to relieve some of the overwhelming need pulsing through her. She was working up the nerve when he suddenly pulled her off him and picked her up.

  “I need to be inside you.”

  Davis didn’t waste time propping her against the door and driving into her. She barely had time to register the fact that he’d shoved her thong to the side before he sank in balls deep.

  Luna wrapped her legs around him and frantically clutched his shoulders. The heat between them became nearly unbearable. Something had to give, and it was going to be her. She felt the climb, the desperate scramble for the top. Her body reacted deliciously, shivering and clamping down on his cock in waves.

  “Oh God,” she cried out. “Davis!”

  “Fuck, so close, baby. So close.”

  He bit her shoulder and she fell off the cliff, writhing between him and the door as she called out his name repeatedly.

  She hoped the walls were soundproof.

  One hand slapped the door and the other held her ass firmly as he pumped one last time and dropped his forehead to hers. His breathing ragged, he moved to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck. She shivered, feeling the cooling sweat that covered them both. She had no bones left; she was sure of it.

  “My God, woman.”

  Luna grinned. “Was that what you were looking for when you teased me in the elevator?”

  He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Baby, that’s what I’ve been looking for since you opened your apartment door looking stunning in that dress.”

  “Fuck, I love you so much.” It almost embarrassed her how much she loved him. She’d come so close to screwing everything up and losing him that she cherished each moment all the more.

  “I love you, my Luna.”

  And wasn’t it just like him to not be satisfied with one romp? He carried her to the massive tub and turned the water on full, setting her on her feet and kneeling behind her. She had no idea what he had
in store for her, but he showed her very quickly.

  Luna wore her bra, thong, and heels. He pulled off her shoes and set them aside before placing gentle hands on each hip. She flailed for something to hold on to as he found her skin with his tongue. There was nothing but the edge of the shower, but she grasped it as he introduced her to new sensations. He swirled his tongue between her cheeks, pulling the thong off and letting it drop to her ankles. Her bra came off next, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts as he continued his explorations with his mouth. Davis pinched her nipples rhythmically as she cried out, fearing she would explode with the pleasure of it all. He rose, kissing her spine every few notches until he stood at his full height behind her. His hands didn’t stop their rolling and pinching, and her breath didn’t come more easily. She felt delicate, like she could float away on a wisp of smoke.

  “Take a bath with me?”

  As though he had to ask. She would gladly do anything he wanted at that point, which she suspected he knew. She stepped into the hot water, letting it sting and prickle her skin. She liked it near boiling, as he teasingly called it, and that was how he had it. He turned off the faucet and climbed in behind her, settling in the heat and steam like it was nothing. She stared down at him before realizing she was naked and then sank into the water.

  Luna faced him; framed his beloved face in her hands and leaned in. Minutes or hours, she couldn’t tell, they spent kissing and groping. Breathless, weightless yet leaden, she sank further into his embrace and felt the hardness he wielded every time she was near. Big as the tub might be, she couldn’t quite straddle him. Instead, she used her hands to stroke and tease.

  Davis grunted and grabbed her hands. “Unless you want to mess up the water, how about you turn around?”

  “Face away from you?” she asked timidly. She bit her lip, thinking how boring her life would have been if she’d never gotten in bed with Davis.

  “Yes, Luna.”

  He helped her turn so she didn’t slip, guided her to lower over his lap, and cussed in her ear when she sank down on his cock. She didn’t move at first, unsure of how she liked the water, which was not lubricating in the slightest. But Davis began touching her, pressing his chest to her back. He cradled her breasts and went back to her nipples, pulling and manipulating them until they stood pink and hard from his attention. He never stopped moving, using his mouth on the back of her neck and her shoulders, pushing her hair out of his way and sucking on her skin. A shudder ran through her and her hips moved almost on their own accord. He knew how to send her all the way up until she floated on a cloud of lust. She felt nothing but Davis and the way he filled her completely with his hard cock. Water splashed over the rim of the tub as she rode him, holding onto those same edges to anchor herself.

  A deep, guttural moan rose from her belly and through her chest. Tingling began in her toes and raced along her veins until the fire coalesced into an explosion of pleasure. The world went white as she came so hard she feared she’d pass out. Davis moved under her, not giving her a moment to catch her breath as waves of sensation threatened to drown her. She was going to drown in Davis Healy’s bathtub.

  “Motherfucker.” He held her tightly around the waist when he came, his head falling to her back and his breath coming in bursts.

  She drowned and he gasped like a fish out of water.

  “Fucking God, Davis. Need sleep,” she murmured.

  “Amen to that.”

  Chapter 16

  Davis couldn’t get Luna out of his head. He should have been working—and he was working—but he struggled to focus. He could have fucked her all day Saturday and well into Sunday, but she had to rest sometime. She slept late on Saturday, and he couldn’t blame her. A few laps around the park’s jogging trail had perked her up in the afternoon, but he let her be that night. It was difficult to keep his hands to himself, but he didn’t want to wear her out or scare her off. The things she already let him do were enough to ignite sex dreams starring the two of them. Instead, he slept curled around her and found the most restful sleep he could remember having.

  He scrubbed his hands over his face and focused on his computer. He’d become more efficient, faster at the demands his boss placed on him. Tony enjoyed pushing more and more work onto his already long to-do list, but Davis was capable of handling it. If he was forced into too much more, though, things might start to slip. Like sleep.

  He arrived first every weekday morning, getting started on his own work before leaving at seven forty-five to retrieve the coffee and bagel his boss required of him. Tony had a personal assistant, but he just loved to try to get under Davis’s skin. It didn’t work, so he tried harder. It still didn’t work.

  Davis hadn’t been raised a quitter. Maybe that was what Tony was after, but he wouldn’t achieve his goal. Davis wanted this job, had wanted it for almost as long as he’d wanted Luna. He knew how to play the long game. He knew how to apply hard work to his goals until they became reality. One day, maybe not soon, but one day, he would have Tony’s job.

  Then maybe his dad would admit it wasn’t a mistake to give him the job in the first place.

  He had Thanksgiving on his mind, alongside Luna. What they would do, what she would do. They’d inevitably get together with Hudson, Reagan, Grant, and Alex. He didn’t mind so much since he enjoyed most of them. He had to admit that Hudson hadn’t been the absolute worst at dinner the other night. Despite his instigations, Hudson hadn’t fallen for the bait. So Davis figured they would all gather together and have a meal. If Luna wasn’t going home with him as he’d asked, and he couldn’t blame her reticence, then he would stay as well. He thought maybe by Christmas he could convince her to split her time off between her parents and his. She had two weeks off, after all.

  Davis hit the save button and considered another project complete. He glanced at the clock, noted how late it had gotten and decided to give it up for the day. He would be there bright and early the next morning, anyway.

  There were some circumstances that could be foreseen. Problems, issues that would be obvious, and give someone the time to correct them before they got out of hand. It should have been one of those things, but Davis never bet on Tony being that type of person. An asshole with complete disdain for the boss’s son; yes. A hardass that made him work harder than anyone else in their division; absolutely. But a saboteur?

  Davis arrived the next morning at seven, as usual. He sat down at his desk and began working on the next project due. By half past the hour, he was pretty deep in the document he was trying to finish before lunch. He remembered at the last minute to get up and go out, grab the breakfast for Tony, and return. What he found upon his return, however, was what shocked the hell out of him. There were three people standing in his office, none of them looking too happy.

  “What’s going on?”

  They stopped their chatting and looked up at him. Tony stood behind his desk as though he belonged there, and Barbara from Human Resources was in one corner. Davis felt his stomach sink to his toes.

  “Nice of you to join us, Mr. Healy.”

  Davis bristled at Tony’s tone of voice, not to mention the insinuation that he hadn’t been there long before the rest of them.

  “I have your breakfast, Mr. Holland.”

  He held up his offering, not caring that it was technically rude. He wanted to make sure everyone knew he was treated no better than an assistant, especially since there seemed to be an impromptu meeting going on.

  “The McCaffrey account you completed last night,” Tony began. “Where did you get those numbers?”

  “What kind of question is that? I worked them out, same as always.”

  Barbara spoke up. “Can you explain your process, Davis?”

  He did his best not to sigh. He dropped the bag and cup on the small table by the door, ran his hands through his hair, and answered calmly. “I research nearby properties to get a feel for what the value is in the area, judge the square footage of the total
building and gauge what it could possibly be turned into, and enter all of those figures into the program. The resulting number is always a little high for competitiveness, so I lower it by five percent if the property is one we’re extremely interested in.”

  Peter raised his eyebrows. “Sounds right, Tony.”

  Davis couldn’t figure out what the point in this exercise was. “That’s how I was taught; that’s how I’ve always done it.”

  “So you’re telling me that you didn’t bid higher than Garmin on purpose?” Tony said.

  “Why would I want to do that? They have access to the same numbers we do, so it’s not that unusual.”