A Feast of You

by Sorcha Grace

  “He’s not getting me an island, Beckett. Actually, we decided no gifts.”

  Beckett staggered back in mock horror. “Are you fucking kidding me, Cat? What’s wrong with you? Your boyfriend is one of the richest men in the country, and he’s head over heels in love with you. Of course he’s going to get you a fabulously expensive present. Let him spoil you because he can. Stop fighting it.”

  I hadn’t thought of it that way. I just hadn’t been able to think of anything to get William, until the pie, so I’d suggested we not do a gift exchange. William had seemed to agree. I blushed again, remembering how William had then changed the topic with several lingering kisses that turned into a lot more. I cleared my throat. “Well, I’m not expecting anything other than a nice night at home with my boyfriend.”

  “Don’t forget the pie!”

  “Right. Of course. A quiet night and delicious pie.”

  Beckett waggled his eyebrows. I’d never seen anyone, outside of a cartoon, waggle their eyebrows like Beckett.

  “Pie we’re going to eat off of plates, with forks, like civilized people.”

  “Keep telling yourself that, Cat. And call me tomorrow with all the messy details.”

  “Hey, you’d better have details too,” I said while he produced a white cardboard cake box and carefully slid the pie into it.

  We kissed goodbye, and I headed back into the restaurant, carrying my cake box tied with a shiny red satin ribbon. Asa stood and trailed right behind me, doing his best guard dog imitation.

  Two

  Thanks to Asa’s cutthroat driving, we arrived at William’s penthouse just a short time later. Asa rode up in the elevator with me, and when the door slid open, revealing William’s expansive foyer, he motioned for me to stand back while he secured the perimeter—or whatever it was those special ops guys did. As I waited, Laird bounded forward, barking excitedly. He was my real guard dog, and I still felt a wave of relief every time I saw him.

  I really thought I’d lost Laird. When Minerva had called about the break-in my condo and told me that Laird was missing, my heart had stopped. Laird had been Jace’s dog, then our dog, and then one of the few things connected to Jace that I’d brought to Chicago when I moved from Santa Cruz almost a year ago. So much of my life in Santa Cruz was fading into hazy memory, but Laird was a living, breathing, barking reminder that it had all been real and that it had mattered. I’d been so relieved when a DePaul student had called and said Laird had followed her home from the library. She’d been up late studying, so she’d let him sleep at her place and then called first thing the next morning. I hadn’t cared about anything else in my condo. I could have replaced everything but Laird.

  Laird had easily adjusted to life in the penthouse and his new “family.” Asa motioned for me to exit the elevator, and Laird’s nails clicked on the marble floor as he followed Asa and begged for attention. I set the cake box on a side table and grabbed Laird’s collar. “Settle down, boy.”

  Asa gave me an appreciative look and said, “I’ll take Laird for a walk.”

  When Laird heard walk, he barked again, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. “Thanks,” I said, scratching Laird behind the ears. The irony that William’s high-paid security experts had also proved to be expert dog walkers wasn’t lost on me. I didn’t mind walking Laird, but William had argued that he didn’t want me strolling around the Gold Coast alone. Rather than take a security member with me, it was easier just to let Asa—or George or Anthony—do the dog walking. And since in Laird’s estimation, nothing save table scraps beat a walk, my dog had a whole slew of new best friends.

  After Asa pronounced the penthouse safe and left with Laird, I moved the pie to the kitchen, then headed to the master suite. I planned to take a long soak in a scented bubble bath before getting ready. Though we were planning a quiet night, that didn’t mean there couldn’t be a little excitement. Lingerie and Valentine’s Day went together like chocolate and more chocolate, and I had a sexy red ensemble to slip into. William was going to love it.

  * * *

  William arrived home just after seven o’clock. With his tie loosened and his hair adorably tousled, I felt the familiar urge to run my fingers through his thick, dark curls. Even after a full day of mastering the universe, his charcoal suit looked impeccable, as did the man wearing it.

  I’d slipped into my racy new lingerie and pulled on a pair of distressed boyfriend jeans and a cute black sequined top I’d bought at Zara a few years ago. Strappy black stilettos would have looked great, but we were staying in, so my feet were bare, showing off my newly pedicured red toenails.

  We met in the living room and I went easily into his arms. I was greeted with, “There’s my beautiful girl,” as he pulled me tighter against him and slanted his mouth over mine.

  He would have given me a quick kiss, but I didn’t pull away, allowing my lips to linger and my tongue to gently entwine with his as a promise of what was to come. My hands slid over his muscled chest and down his rock-hard biceps. He smelled delicious, as always, and looked like he’d come from a photo shoot for GQ. “You look good enough to eat,” I purred.

  “You look pretty great yourself.” He gave my ass a quick pat and moved away. I waited for a Happy Valentine’s Day, but he was already leafing through his mail.

  “What would you like to do for dinner?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

  William shuffled an envelope to the back of the stack. “I already grabbed something,” he said. “I had a meeting and had to skip lunch.”

  Okay. We’d agreed on a quiet night, but I thought we’d at least have dinner together. Maybe I’d misunderstood. I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it, and I said, “Great. Well, I have dessert then.”

  “That’s nice.” He was still looking at the damn mail.

  “I thought so.”

  Something in my tone finally made him look up, and he frowned. “Dessert? On a Wednesday night? That’s a little odd. What’s going on?”

  I blinked at him. Had he seriously forgotten what day it was? Here I was with pie and sexy lingerie, ready to celebrate our first Valentine’s Day together, and he thought it was just any other Wednesday. I put my hands on my hips. “It’s not just Wednesday,” I said icily. “It’s Valentine’s Day, remember?”

  “Valentine’s Day? Are you sure?” But he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

  He was totally messing with me. “William!”

  He started laughing. “Of course I remember. Practically every woman in the building had flowers delivered. And I ran into more than a few guys who were freaking out about what to buy their wives or girlfriends.” He pulled me into his arms again, sliding his hands over my hips. “Even if I’d wanted to forget—which I didn’t—I would have been reminded.”

  “Lucky for you we said no gifts.”

  “Yes, lucky me.”

  I grinned at him. “Though I might have a little something for you,” I teased. “Guess.”

  “Oh, really?” His fingers made small circles on my hips, dipping lower to caress my ass. “A heart filled with chocolates?”

  “No, but it is red.” I lifted a hand to my shirt and slowly undid a button to reveal a red bra strap. William’s eyes, now a smoky grey, followed the movement.

  “My favorite color. A tie?”

  I undid another button, revealing the lace. “No...”

  His hands cupped my bottom, pulling me against him. “Silk boxers?”

  “You’re getting closer.”

  “And you’re taking way too long with those buttons.” He gripped the fabric in his hands and yanked it open. Buttons and a few sequins went flying, and I gasped with surprise and also a little bit of pleasure.

  “That was silk.”

  “I’ll buy you another,” he said as he buried his lips against my neck, trailing a line of kisses down to the V between my breasts. “Where did you get this?” He moved back to take me in with his hot gaze. My nipples hardened, and I knew he
could see the effect he was having on me since the lace was sheer.

  “Oh, just something I had in the back of my closet.” The truth was it had taken three separate shopping trips to find the perfect ensemble. The La Perla bra was made of delicate scarlet botanical lace. It was beautiful and more than a little risqué and it cupped my breasts to perfection.

  “Like hell.” He flicked the buttons of my jeans open and slid them over my hips, then groaned. “Crotchless?”

  The matching thong was as indecent as a $90 tiny piece of handmade, red, Italian lace meant to conceal nothing could be. The set was simply scorching and when I’d seen it and imagined William’s reaction to it, I’d had to have it. “You like?” I purred.

  William’s hungry eyes traveled up and down the length of me. “Oh, I like. Very much,” he growled.

  I kicked my jeans off, returned to his embrace and pressed against him. Our mouths met in a hot tangle of lips and tongues while his hands slid down my ass and then between my legs to cup my bare sex. His pelvis rocked into me, pressing the length of his now very hard cock against my exposed flesh. I moaned as he covered my aching nipples with his hot mouth. He swirled the taut points under the lace with his tongue until I was panting. Only then did he give me what I wanted, sucking a nipple into his mouth so that an electric current of pleasure rocked through me.

  “Harder,” I cried, but he always knew what I wanted, and he pulled away, teasing my hard point and working it with his tongue. I was wet now, the dampness making my thighs sleek, and when he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, I almost lost it right then and there.

  “Don’t you dare,” he commanded, and I whimpered.

  I wanted to demand that he fuck me, but no one demanded anything of William. He’d only draw out the torture if I got too bossy, so I focused on holding back my orgasm and letting it build.

  “Good girl,” he said, his mouth still on my breast, one hand on my butt and one wrapped around my back. “Your tits look amazing in this, but I’m tempted to...” He trailed off then bared his teeth. Taking the delicate lace in his mouth he ripped it and exposed my nipple to the air. He licked it then blew, and I shivered.

  “You realize this lingerie was very expensive,” I said as he ripped the lace above my other nipple.

  “I’m improving it.” He kissed me again, his tongue sliding between my lips as his fingers fondled me. The heat building between my legs made me rock harder against him. Mercifully, his hand slipped down, and I felt his warm fingers slide between my bare folds. “You’re so wet, Catherine,” he murmured against my mouth. “So sleek and wet.” One finger slid slowly into me, and my walls clenched around him.

  “Oh please,” I murmured breathlessly. If anyone had asked me if I was the sort to beg, I would have said never in a million years. But William made me beg, and he made me like it.

  “Not yet, beautiful girl, I want to taste you.”

  The next thing I knew I was off my feet and being carried across the room. He settled me on the edge of the couch, pushing my legs open and kneeling between them. He bent and I braced for the feel of his mouth. When it didn’t come, I looked down at him. He was watching me, a mischievous look in his eyes. “William,” I said, my tone pleading.

  “Your hands, Catherine.”

  I realized I had my hard nipples between my fingers, stimulating them while I waited for him to give me release.

  “Put them down.” His eyes still sparkled as he spoke softly and directly in that dark, uncompromising voice that made me shiver from head to toe. “If you move them, I’ll have to do something about it. Keep them at your side.”

  I lowered my hands and gripped the suede material of the couch on either side of me. Obedience was worth everything it cost me because of the dark pleasure it always brought. I craved that kind of pleasure more and more now.

  His mouth descended on me, his tongue scraping over my sensitive bead. I bucked, arching my hips to give him better access. His tongue dipped inside me and the heat was heavenly. God, I loved this.

  “You are my favorite delicacy,” William whispered, pressing his cheek to my inner thigh. His lips were glistening with my moisture and I wanted to reach down and run my fingers through his thick, dark curls, but I kept my hands where he’d ordered them to stay. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he muttered, then his tongue was inside me again, sliding out to stroke my swollen clit and then back in. My hips moved with William’s rhythm as his eager tongue licked me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. But I wouldn’t come. Not until he permitted it. My legs were shaking, and I was making small whimpering sounds. Finally, his tongue probed deep and, with his teeth scraping lightly against me, he said, “Come.”

  I jerked and let go, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over me. At some point I was aware that William had moved away. I looked up, noting he was still fully dressed. He opened his expensive trousers and pulled out his hard cock. It was beautiful. Long and thick, it jutted out magnificently. A pearl of semen already crowned the tip, and my hips arched toward him in welcome.

  He entered me hard and fast, and on the heels of my first orgasm, I felt myself building toward another, even more powerful. He rocked into me again and I put arms around his neck. He growled, “Naughty girl.” He captured my hands and, clasping my wrists, he raised them over my head, pinning me to the couch as he fucked me and I deliciously surrendered.

  He thrust savagely at first, but then he slowed, his eyes on mine as he moved slowly and deliberately. His hips rolled, pressing and stroking those places deep inside that made my toes curl. I mewled like a kitten as his cock swelled. He was close, but he didn’t speed up and he didn’t lose eye contact. His eyes were so impossibly dark as they searched mine. I saw love there and tenderness and need. I hoped I reflected it back.

  “Now,” he murmured, kissing me gently. “Come with me.”

  He thrust again, and I came apart.

  * * *

  I wore William’s shirt and he wore nothing but his trousers while we ate key lime pie. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received,” he said, forking up another mouthful of Beckett’s sweet creation. I had to admit, Beckett had outdone himself. William had lied about already eating. He’d had a four-course dinner delivered from one of his favorite French restaurants and had paired it with a bottle of delicious pouilly-fuisse, which was crisp and refreshing.

  William had gone on about the wine, of course. I’d loved watching his eyes light up as he spoke passionately about Chardonnay grapes and wanting to try producing a similar kind of white at WML Vineyards and aging it in real oak casks, which I learned was unusual these days. I’d had one slice of Beckett’s decadent pie and couldn’t eat another bite. William, on the other hand, was on his second piece of pie. He licked a bit of meringue off his lips, and I started thinking about how that cream would taste on his cock.

  “Before your thoughts turn in that, much appreciated, direction,” he said, reading me perfectly, as always, “I have a present for you.”

  “You already gave me your gift. Dinner was delicious. And before dinner, well, that was...” my voice dropped off as I coyly looked up at him through my lashes.

  He chuckled. “Another gift then.” He reached for his coat and pulled a business envelope from the inside pocket.

  “William! We said no gifts.”

  He handed me the envelope. “You said no gifts. And need I remind you, you didn’t even adhere to your own stipulation.” He gestured to the half-eaten pie. “Not that I mind.” He nodded to the envelope. “Open it.”

  With a little frisson of excitement, I tore the envelope open and unfolded the paper. The first thing I saw was an aerial shot of a tropical island. I looked at William, then back at the photo. It couldn’t be. “Have you been talking to Beckett?” I asked.

  “No. Why?”

  I leafed through the pages, which described the private Caribbean island and all of its amenities. “Oh my God. You really did get me an island.”

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p; “I thought you’d be more surprised.”

  I shook my head. “I’m in shock. An island, William?”

  “Only through the weekend,” he clarified, as if that made it a lesser gift. “We can leave whenever we want—tonight, tomorrow morning.”

  “To our own island?”

  He nodded. “Just you and me. Thousands of miles away from here, where it’s warm and sunny. The whole weekend all to ourselves, days and days where I can keep you chained to my bed and have my wicked way with you.”

  I laughed. “That sounds delicious.”

  He raised his brows. “It will be. But let’s bring the pie just in case.”

  God, I loved this man.

  How could I not?

  Three

  “I don’t think Laird even missed me,” I said after giving my dog another hug. Laird barely noticed. He was too busy playing with his favorite Kong toy. William closed the door to his massive closet and glanced over.

  “George said Asa and Anthony took turns taking him on walks and hanging with him. He wasn’t lonely.”

  “I’m glad.” I gave Laird a last pat, which he ignored, and then I all but melted when William put his hands on my shoulders and massaged. I sighed. “I can’t possibly have any tension left in my muscles. Not after four days on Tropos.”

  “Good,” William said, kissing my neck. Delicious shivers ran through me as his stubble scraped lightly against my tender skin. He moved away and carried his toiletry bag to the bathroom. I watched his easy, familiar walk and appreciated how his faded jeans rested so dangerously low on his hips. He was effortlessly sexy and I never tired of watching him. I’d gotten used to him strutting around naked on the island, and now I missed seeing his defined, sinewy muscles flex under his gorgeously tanned skin.

  We’d had the entire island to ourselves, and our getaway had been the perfect Valentine’s Day present. Like William, I’d spent pretty much the entire vacation naked. We’d flown to a British Virgin island on one of William’s private jets, then we were helicoptered to nearby Tropos. The tiny island was owned by some titled English business tycoon and it was incredibly luxurious—and incredibly private. It could accommodate up to thirty guests, but it had been just me and William—and the very discrete staff—on the island during our stay. We hadn’t had to worry about anyone seeing us sunbathing in the nude or making out in the warm Caribbean waters.