by Honor James
Clara relaxed against Elliott and sighed. “We did spend far too much time apart. I missed you. Every single day of my life I missed you so much. We are making up for lost time now, and for the rest of time. I’m not going anywhere, Elliott, not now and not ever.”
“Me either, sweetheart,” he said. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he squeezed her in closer to him. He nudged her forward a little, leaned to the side, and pulled out his wallet. Digging inside, he handed her a little picture that was laminated. But before that it had obviously gotten wrinkled a few times. It was a shot of her and him from the photo booth they’d hit up at one of the many fairs they’d gone to in their youth. “I had you with me the entire time, though,” he said softly. Tugging on the chain that held his dog tags, he tapped the cheap aluminum ring that was on the chain. Another one of those weird keepsakes from the many fairs they’d gone to. She’d pulled it out of one of those quarter machines and given it to him. He’d played up the moment, being that ham he was, and slipped it onto the only finger it had fit, his pinky. That he still had it was surprising to say the least. It was a little banged up, dented, and scraped, but it was perfectly clear what it was.
Clara was in tears. Nothing that Elliott could have done would have surprised her more than those two singular items to tell her that he never did forget her. “I asked you to marry me that day. You were so upset because you had spent five bucks on that machine trying to get the ring and it kept giving you other things. I spent a quarter and out it popped so I said that it had to be fate, that I was going to have to be the one to ask you to marry me.” She sniffed and laid her hand over his that held his dog tags and the little band. “You never answered me. You took the ring but told me that you had to think about it because it wasn’t every day that a woman asked a man to marry her. You were such a goof about it, too, I had loved it. I smiled for a week after that.” They had history, they had love, but her heart was plenty big enough for both men.
“I’ll marry you any time you want,” he said. “You were, and still are my one and only, love. I didn’t answer back then mainly because I wasn’t sure if you were completely serious, or goofing on me. Had I realized just how serious you were, and how serious we’d end up being down the line, I’d have given you the yes right there and then. But we were young, and I figured you’d eventually grow out of me, move on, and find someone else. Stupid I know, but at that age what the fuck did any of us know?”
“We didn’t know anything.” She rubbed her cheek to his shoulder and relaxed against him. “I think we both needed to grow just a bit more. We both needed this and I think that you needed to meet Craig and have him come into your life as well. I think that he completes us nicely, don’t you?” It wasn’t that Elliott wasn’t enough for her, because he was, however, she knew that Craig was a calming influence for the both of them.
“Gotta have one person in a relationship that doesn’t have a hair trigger,” he said. He began to chuckle. “And that definitely isn’t either one of us. God some of the blowups we had at one another were amazing. I can’t believe you stuck around after any of those. I’d have figured you’d think better of it, ditch my bitchy ass, and find someone laid-back. I’m very glad you didn’t, though. I couldn’t ever be happy with any other person beside you. I know that now, hell I think I even knew it back then but couldn’t admit it to anyone, let alone myself.”
“I couldn’t be happy with anyone else either. Together we are good, though. And”—she leaned in to whisper against his ear now—“just think, now when we have blowup fights the amazing makeup sex that we will have after. We didn’t have sex back then, but we can now and damn that’s going to be hot. Makes me want to pick fights with you just so we can make up.”
“Babe, don’t go picking fights just to have great sex with me. We don’t need that. Trust me, we’ll have more than our share of stupid fights where we’re up in one another’s face on the subject, and then we’ll have fucking amazing sex after to make up. So picking a fight just to pick a fight is plain silly. If you want me to make love to you, or take you hard and fast, wild and crazy, all you need to do is ask. Like I’d ever refuse you.” Elliott gave her another tight squeeze. “I could never refuse the one person who holds my heart.”
“Well I know that Craig said that later he’s going to take me hard on every surface of his office so maybe you can take me here on your desk? I think that would be lovely. You see, I have this powerful need for you now that you have shown me these things that you kept.” She rubbed her nose to his and added, “And next time I expect you to ask, and there won’t be hesitation, just so you know. Just try not to win at the gumball machines for the ring. You and your luck wouldn’t hold out and I could totally see you pulling out your gun and shooting the thing.”
Laughing, he gave a nod. “Yeah, you’d be right about that. I think I’ll go to a legitimate source for something that’s worth more than a few pennies of aluminum.” Lifting her hand, he pressed a kiss to her fingers, his heated gaze locked with hers. “Go lock the door, and rotate the blinds so that we have privacy. I need to check in quickly with the guys so I know what’s going on, and then I plan on taking you nice and slow.”
“Good, and I happen to like the few pennies of aluminum. Please never get rid of it?” she asked and pulled back. “You go ahead, and check in with them and I’m going to be waiting right here for you, naked.”
Helping her to her feet, Elliott stood, but didn’t let her go far. “I would never get rid of anything you gave me,” he said quietly. “I’ll have to show you my lockbox one of these days so we can take an even longer journey down memory lane. Like the valentine care you gave me when you were six. The letter you sent me when you were nine complaining about how Brandy Hooligan was a hussy. Still love that one. Makes me laugh every time I read it. But there’s a hell of a lot more in there, too. The only thing not in there, but still safely stored in my bank safety deposit box, are the stuffed animals you won throwing hoops at the fairs.”
She didn’t stop herself. She moved in closer so that she could hug him. “I love you, too.” She had kept everything as well. She had kept absolutely everything that he had given her over the years. “Now, go and send them a message, love, so that you can get naked with me and make love with me.” It was more than sex. It was love with the two of them.
Pressing a light kiss to her lips, he eased back into his chair and wheeled it closer to the desk. While he got the guys on to do a check-in, she went to lock the office door and then turned the blinds in the windows leading to the hall so that no one could see into his office. Behind her she could hear him talking to the guys out following around Parker. From the sounds of things not much progress on figuring out where he was holing up since the man kept moving.
Once everything was locked and their privacy ensured, Clara stripped out of her clothes. She folded them neatly and placed them on the coffee table in Elliott’s office and stood there, a grin on her face and nothing more. “I think you should hurry with your phone call,” she told him and stroked her fingers down her front, squeezing her nipples as she did so.
He shot a look over his shoulder at her, his eyes going wide. Muttering something to whomever he was speaking with, Elliott ended the call and pulled the headset off while keeping his eyes glued on her. Quickly digging around his desk, he tossed her a condom before untying and kicking off his boots. The socks were off and stuffed into the boots a moment later, and then he was up and getting rid of his shirt and jeans. Elliott crooked a finger at her and cocked a brow as his lips curled into a slow smile.
She walked toward him, the condom in her hand. Stopping in front of him she went to her knees and looked up at him. “Will you let me taste you, please?” She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cock in her mouth, and then she would slide the condom onto his cock so that she could enjoy everything that he had to give her.
He seemed to consider her request for a moment before he leaned back against his desk. Spreading hi
s legs slightly Elliott braced his hands on the edge. “Have at it,” he told her. “You know I’ll never refuse you anything you want. Though I probably shouldn’t be reminding you of that. Just don’t let it go to your head, sweetheart.”
“I would never refuse you anything either, love,” she admitted to him before moving in closer. “You know that as well as I do.” She took his cock in her hand and stroked it from balls to tip and then leaned in, closing her mouth over the domed head of his cock, and began to use her tongue to tease him and pleasure him.
She felt him push a hand into her hair, his fingers curling slightly so his short nails lightly scraped over her scalp. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed out on a moan. His hand tightened in her hair enough to tug on the strands a little as he leaned back to give her a little more room.
Clara began to moan as she slid her mouth up and down his cock. She hummed as she took his cock in and out of her mouth, determined to have him just on that edge of orgasm so that when she put the condom onto his cock he would be ready to go.
“I love your mouth,” he said. Looking up, she met his gaze. He was watching her intently as she sucked his cock in hard and twirled her tongue around his cockhead. Groaning he tugged on her hair lightly. “Clara, you need to stop or I’m going to come in your sweet little mouth.”
“Damn.” She pulled away from his cock, twirling her tongue over his cockhead one last time before rolling the condom onto his cock. “I would much rather for you to spill when you are inside of me. That’s what I want more than anything.”
Yanking her in close, he kissed her as he cupped her ass. Elliott lifted her up, turned, and settled her ass on his desktop. He leaned in, still kissing her, and slowly pressed her body down to lay flat over the surface. Then he began to kiss down her body, starting at her throat and going all the way down to her pussy. Spreading her legs, he lifted them over his shoulders and ran his tongue over her wet folds.
Her hands clenched on the edge of the desk and she arched against his mouth when he began to twirl his tongue over her clit. “Oh god.” She shuddered and cried out. “I love when you do that.” Elliott had a certain way that he would move his tongue over her clit that had her gasping for air each and every single time.
His hands moved to hold her hips down to the desk so she couldn’t escape what he was doing to her or push into him more. Flicking his tongue back and forth to her clit quickly, he then nipped and tugged lightly before circling the tight bud again slowly.
“Elliott.” She was lifting and riding his face, her legs being over his shoulders giving her the purchase she needed in order to move against his face. “There.” She was gasping. A sob tore through her as she felt her climax so close. “I’m there, need, please.” She was begging him now.
Sucking hard on her clit, he moved a hand to push two fingers deep into her pussy. He let out a low growl as she screamed loudly in release. While she was still coming down from her orgasm, Elliott stood, pushing her legs up so her knees met her chest, and he pushed his cock deep into her spasming sheath.
Clara could only grin at him, she couldn’t help herself. “Oh God.” She was holding onto the edge of the desk as she pushed back against him. “This is so what I needed.” Having Elliott deep inside of her like he was, it was her version of Heaven. “More,” she whispered.
Hands on her knees, he stared down at her as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, but hard enough to keep her body humming after the first orgasm and moving for a second soon enough. “I love seeing you like this. Your cheeks are flushed, your breathing ragged, and your pussy so fucking greedy for my cock. Rub your clit, Clara.”
Reaching between them with a shaky hand she began to rub the little bundle of nerves. “Oh God, yes.” The way that he watched her, the way that he licked her lips, and then looked down between them and watched her rubbing her clit. “Come with me, please,” she begged.
He was thrusting harder, faster, his balls slapping against her ass every time he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. “I’m right with you, sweetheart.” His voice was husky, rough, and had a little growl to it. “I love watching you touch yourself like this,” he whispered.
“I love watching you watching me,” she said and pushed back against him over and over again. “Yes, there.” She gasped and then lifted her ass slightly to meet his hard thrusts. “Elliott!” she screamed his name as she came hard, her flesh all prickled in gooseflesh and her eyes closing slightly as she came hard.
He tightened his grip on her knees before he slammed into her one last time and shuddered. Throwing his head back he croaked out her name while his cock jerked inside of her pussy.
Clara fell back against the desk, a silly smile on her face, and she came, hard. She shivered as she felt his release spilling into the condom and smiled. “Goodness gracious, that gets better every single time.”
He was leaning in against her legs slightly while he rubbed his hands over the outside of her thighs. “Practice does make perfect, or so Mom always claimed,” he said with a chuckle. “She may have had something there.”
“Practice does make perfect and damn I think that we are about as close to perfect as we will get.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “There is always room for improvement in all things in life. You try new things, take little risks, and figure out what works best for who you are. We never stop learning or growing. In anything. If you aren’t learning something new then you stagnate in a bubble. Even if it’s something small it’s great to learn something new every single day. Like I learned that this desk is built to take on some seriously rough action. Good to know actually since there’s a few thousand dollars’ worth of gear on it.” Chuckling he let her legs down and pulled her up toward him. Pressing a kiss to her lips he slowly drew out of her body.
Clara grinned and nodded. “I’ve learned a bit as well. For example, I know that you are going to come when your balls get tight and you start to clench my hips and pound me harder and harder. You also get this amazing look on your face. It’s intense. I loved that lesson.”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. At her nod he snorted. “Cool. I would never have known that if you hadn’t said something. Very nice. But you have your visual cues as well when you are getting close. Your eyes pop wide before getting really heavy lidded, and you arch your back just a little more so your breasts are pushed out. Fucking drives me insane when you do that.”
“It’s because I’m ever so hopeful that you will latch onto my breasts and suck them, pinch them, or something. I love how it feels when you tease and pinch my nipples.” So she thrust her breasts up in the air time and time again.
“Well if I wasn’t always so far gone by that point I might have actually figured that out.” Shaking his head he gave her a kiss. “Do you want to grab a quick, and I do mean quick, shower with me?” Elliott stepped back and lifted her off the desk to settle her on her feet. With a hot look down her body, he headed into his bathroom. She heard the flush of the toilet as he disposed of the condom before the sound of water hitting tile reached her.
She knew that if she walked in there they would be having sex in the shower as well so she waited until the shower turned off. When that happened she walked into the bathroom. “Sorry, babe, but I just knew that if I were to come in there I would have been against the tile with you inside of me. Not your fault, mine.”
“Really? You truly think you are that damn irresistible? That you are so fucking smoking hot that all I think about, dream about, and have daytime fantasies about is bending you over so I can fuck that sweet little pussy of yours?” Clara tipped her head slightly as she stared up at him. Rolling his eyes he wiggled his brows at her in the next moment. “Okay, you caught me. You would be one hundred percent correct on all those points. You are seriously smokin’ hot, sweetheart.”
She winked at him and stepped in closer. “And I know us. We would have ended up without the condom just as I had that one time with Craig. I get naked and i
n the shower with you boys and my brain is gone and instead I just simply think of having you inside of me.”
Reaching up he cupped her face between his big palms. “There’s a box of condoms in each shower, both here at the office and at home. That way no one gets caught without one again. But I understand where you’re coming from as well. It’s okay, love.” He bent his head so he could press a kiss to her lips gently.
“Now, out or else you are going to want to join me and you know it. I will be out in just about two minutes. Just need to get cleaned up and then we will be able to get back to the computers.”
He gave her another quick kiss before drawing back. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “You’ll have to grab a towel off the shelf. If you need anything else you give a shout.” Lightly he rubbed one of his callused fingers down her cheek before leaving the bathroom and gently pulling the door shut behind him.
Once he was gone she shook her head, smiling the entire time. For a moment she wondered if Gigi was pregnant but figured that if she was, they would tell the whole crew at one point in time or another. For now she simply was going to enjoy her time with her men.
Chapter Fifteen
Two days later...
Her nerves were a wreck. The last two days had been a hot fired mess for her and she found herself jumping at every single sound that was made. She found herself all but hanging onto one or the other of her men and not going far from them at a time. It only got worse by the hour. They had been receiving phone calls on her cell phone as well as small packages in her mail at her house. It had not been a good two days. She was freaked out, to say the least, and her men were pissed.
Somehow Carl Parker was eluding them and it had every single male at Nightshade seriously pissed off. She didn’t blame them, at all. She was as well. She jumped again when she heard a gruff male voice, one of the new men in the agency.
