Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  He was leaning back, enjoying my little show. Darkening with lust, his eyes were taking in every movement I made. I felt the electricity between us charging the room with a sexual connection that was on the verge of exploding.

  Running my tongue along my full lips and with another small pout, I slowly continued to remove what little clothing I had left. My light cardigan already had the first few buttons undone, revealing the swell of my breasts right along the lace of my bra. I let my fingers run back and forth along my smooth skin before I unbuttoned each one to slowly reveal a little more of my body for him. After undoing the last button, I let one sleeve fall off my shoulder as I ran my hands along my body. Closing my eyes, I let my own sensuality take over. My fingertips explored my own skin, feeling my nipples become hard tight buds through the lace as I ran my hands along my breasts.

  I briefly peeked at Gordon, who seemed completely enthralled with my slender figure. The sexual power I had over him was more than enticing. Gordon controls everything about our relationship, so having a slight upper hand in this was intoxicating.

  I took another step toward him as he sat up, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body. I ran my fingernail along the middle of his muscular chest until I reached the leather of his belt. His hands ran up and down my thighs, finally cupping my backside tightly.

  “Mmm,” I breathed as I rested my hands on his shoulders. Just seeing the glint of intensity in his eyes sent a flood of warmth through me. My breathing hastened as every part of my body tightened with need. His eyes flicked to my breasts as his hand reached between my thighs from behind and ran along my slit. His fingers slid between my skin and the thin silk of my thong, back and forth, arousing every sense of my body.

  “So fucking wet, my little French beauty. How shall I have you tonight?” He wasn’t asking to be answered. He was making the deliberation himself as he cupped my sex, making my breath hitch. One hand ran lightly along my body until he squeezed my small breast through my bra. He stood in front of me as my heart beat faster, anxious to find out how he would take me. Admiring me with intense desire, I could tell he wanted to fuck me hard tonight, wanting to get some frustration out. Visions of his hard throbbing cock thrusting in and out of me increased my need for him right then and there.

  He ran his finger lightly over my breastbone and then swept my long hair behind my shoulder, dragging his fingers back over my shoulder and sending shivers throughout my body. Fervent need flooded through me as he gripped my breast, causing my strap to fall down my shoulder. The last time he did that he didn’t bother taking off my garment. This time he reached behind and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts and letting the cool air hit my nipples, making the tight buds even harder. I gasped as he clutched the nape of my hair and greedily pulled my mouth toward his. His tongue plunged hard and fast into my mouth. His lips pressing against mine forcefully as he pulled me closer toward him.

  Both his hands squeezed my ass, pulling me close to feel his hard cock against me. A hard slap to the cleft of my buttocks snapped my attention back to how hard he would take me tonight. I gasped and let out a satisfied whimper.

  “You like it when I smack your hot little ass, don’t you? You can’t wait for me to fuck you hard, I bet.” I felt his hard cock right against me. The fabric of my thong was now dampened by my need for him. His hands ran over my backside, soft at first and then he smacked it again in that same perfect way. My breath left my chest as I savored the delicious tingle given to me by his hand. He captured my breast with one hand and rolled my tight hard nipple between his fingers, shooting waves of pleasure through me. A moan escaped my throat as I was losing control over my body.

  “Bend over, Angelina,” his husky voice demanded as his hands guided my body to turn around. The firm hold he had on my hips coaxed me to lift my ass higher as I clutched the lush bedding to my bare breasts. I licked my lips, impatiently awaiting his next move. I heard the clasp of his buckle as I envisioned his strong hands freeing that huge hard cock that would bring me so much satisfaction. My sex was dripping now and more than ready for his…

  “Ohh,” I moaned as he ran his fingers along my slit, feeling how wet I was for him. I felt his hand on my back as he pressed me down further onto the bed and then I suddenly felt his mouth cover my entire sex as his tongue began to dart in and out of me. “Ohh,” I cried out again as he fucked me hard with his mouth, licking, sucking and nipping at me over and over again. I was just about to explode when I felt cool air blow over my needy pussy. I felt his hand rub back and forth over my slit before finally feeling his hard cock slam into me.

  Feeling devoid and then filled so quickly was absolutely exquisite and I almost came immediately. He pulled out, practically all the way, before plunging into me again. Over and over again, he pulled out slowly before shoving his shaft back into me. My moaning was uncontrollable and I prayed there was no one near his bedroom door to hear my sounds of euphoria.

  “That’s right, baby. Let me hear you, just like I like it,” he growled as he fucked me strenuously. His pace quickened as his grip tightened on my hips, bringing me to the brink and as soon as his fingers touched my clit, it sent me right over the edge to perfect bliss.

  I couldn’t catch my breath as my body came down from my intense release. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling completely bereft, and tossed me onto the bed. A proud animalistic expression cast over his face as he climbed on top of me and kissed me roughly. Kneeling between my legs, his hands roamed over my body, fondling every curve and hard peak he touched.

  As his hands slipped under my arms and pulled me up, he positioned my body to align with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. I could barely contain my excitement and let out a small laugh, knowing he would fill me again soon. I bit my lip trying to contain the thrill rushing through me.

  Lustful eyes stared deep into mine as he lifted my body, guiding me right to where I couldn’t wait to have him again. Eagerly, I let my body fall down around him, filling my pussy with his hard shaft. Our mouths collided as my thighs were put to the test; the daily pliés I detested during my workouts seemed to be for this reason, as I glided my body up and down over his steel pole.

  His hands held my hips, forcing me to stop my rhythm. Keeping inside of me, he pushed me onto my back near the side of the bed, my head almost hanging over the edge. He clutched my waist and pulled me hard as I watched his eyes fill with intensity and his jaw tighten. I closed my eyes as I felt his dominance course through me. Pure fucking was what he wanted and what he was going to take right now. He grabbed my legs and straightened them, allowing him to slam harder and thrust into me with reckless abandon. Primal sounds erupted from his throat as he controlled every sense in my body. My breasts jounced as he slammed into me fiercely with every thrust. The second his fingers glided over my clit, I came undone.

  “Ohh, oui,” I screamed out as I heard his final groans which brought us to the same climax together. He continued to pull me to him just as hard until his final grunts of pleasure waned. He yanked me up and took my mouth roughly, the same way he had just taken me. Throwing our bodies against the pillows, his mouth continued to plunder mine until both our breaths finally began to calm.

  Lying next to each other, he pulled me tight to his chest as I closed my eyes. He ran the tip of his nose along my cheek before capturing my mouth with his for a sensuous kiss. I sighed deeply as he laid another one just under my lobe and he murmured, “I love you.”

  I moaned as I rolled into his embrace. “I love you so much,” I whispered and closed my eyes as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His fingers ran between my breasts, sending shivers through me. The soft tips of his fingers continued, circling my navel before skimming between my legs. I bit my lip and let out a small mewl when he swirled closer in between my thighs. My tongue glided along my lips as I bowed my head, loving that his touch was arousing me again so quickly.

  “Oh Angelina, I love how you’re always so ready to go again. You
have the most beautiful body. You should be a model,” he told me as he pressed his lips to my neck.

  Brushing his fingers over my sex, he felt how wet I was while I continued to moan, making sure he knew how much I enjoyed it. “I…” I swallowed quickly before answering, “I’ve tried modeling. It’s not for me.”

  His fingers stopped and lingered on my thigh. Then he squeezed my flesh, not harshly, but just enough to make me inhale quickly. “Really? When did you model? What type of work did you do?” His questions rushed out with slight agitation.

  My heart was beating so fast, wanting more of that fabulous pressure on me from his fingers. The anticipation was about to kill me and I nudged my hip toward him, hoping to maneuver his hand to slide to where I really wanted them.

  He chuckled, as if it were funny to torture me like this. “Answer my questions, Angelina. When did you model and what type of work?”

  “Mmm, some…umm, some artistic photos. Parts of my body.” I rolled toward him, grazing my lips along his neck, begging him with my mouth to give me more with his magical fingers. They had stopped as soon as I answered him. His hand gripped my hip, squeezing firmly so that my eyes flicked to his, which were glazed with slight anger.

  Concerned, I asked, “What? Is there something wrong?” The pictures seemed very innocent as I tried to recall the ones I had seen. Jacques enjoyed taking photos of me, especially after making love. His photos were always artistic and beautiful. He had a way of capturing my femininity in low lighting and just the skim of a body part.

  Gordon jolted, anxiety written all over his face. “Well, your background check didn’t mention that. You didn’t document that on your résumé.”

  I giggled as I placed my hand on his taut stomach. My fingers outlined each of his muscles, as I let the tips of my fingers trail down to where that beautiful V led me. “Well, that’s not exactly something you list when you’re trying to become an Au Pair.”

  I pressed my lips to his chest as my hand slid further down to cup his balls. I couldn’t resist wanting more from him as I felt them tighten under my light grip. Feeling the power of commanding his body, I swung my leg over his hips, straddling him. I ran my hands up and down his chest admiring every inch of him. It’s so rare to find a man his age with such an amazing physique. His body was lean like a swimmer, but as muscular as a boxer. He gripped my fingers tightly, making my head snap up to his, questioning him with my eyes. His expression softened when he noticed my concerned gaze.

  “It’s just that, well, with Lauren’s political career, we need to be aware of these things. What kind of photos? What body parts?”

  I swallowed as I realized how concerned he was about this and digested what he just said to me. I slumped slightly as I carefully asked, “Lauren’s career? I thought you didn’t care about that. I thought you said you were going to leave her after she’s re-elected.”

  “Well, I will, but if something like this gets uncovered during the campaign, it could affect her in the polls. What kind of photos?”

  I pulled my brows together, both in anger and confusion. If Lauren weren’t re-elected, would he not leave her for me? “Angelina,” he prompted me to answer, pulling me out of the questions going through my head.

  “Umm, it was just parts of my body. My leg. My stomach.” My breasts. But I didn’t mention that as I tried to remember if any included my face. I was positive when I looked through the photos with Jacques, there weren’t any.

  Jacques was the reason why I left France to become an Au Pair in England before being hired by the Winchesters. I began to wonder if Gordon would wind up being the same as Jacques and not leave his wife either. I had promised myself I would never get involved with a married man again, but Gordon convinced me he truly does love me.

  I flicked my eyes back to Gordon’s, remembering quickly what our conversation was about. In an attempt to relieve his fears, I cupped his cheek. “Why do you worry about something like this? It was just body parts.”

  He paused, staring deep into my eyes. “You’re sure of this?”

  I nodded, knowing I wasn’t totally lying. I was pretty sure, but I wasn’t about to make him more concerned than he already seemed. I tried not to think of Jacques as I turned my attention back to the man in front of me.

  A beeping sound snapped me out of my thoughts and all of a sudden Gordon shoved me off the bed and I landed onto the floor with a thud. The cold hardwood hurt my bare ass as I tried to process why he would do that. I was just about to yell at him when I heard Lauren’s voice echo throughout the bedroom. Naked, I rolled my body under the huge four-poster bed, hopefully concealed from her eyes.

  “Baby, I didn’t think you’d have time to call tonight,” Gordon’s voice sounded slightly panicked and I could hear him straightening the covers. I hadn’t heard the door open and realized quickly she must have called through the video conference on their TV. Mon Dieu. If she had called just a few minutes earlier she would have seen my naked body draped over her husband. I shivered at that thought, not to mention coupled with hearing her voice and the cold surface beneath me.

  “I didn’t think I would either. Did you have time to work on those projects for me?” Lauren asked with that sternness in her voice that has people scampering to her orders, including me.

  “Yes, I worked on that and then spoke with Felicia about your campaign. I think we should go at it from a different angle.” I wanted to laugh at the “different angle” he might be thinking about.

  “I can’t believe you keep going behind my back to speak with Felicia about this. Time and time again we’ve discussed this.” I started to tune out their discussion, knowing full well they were just going to end in an argument. They never saw eye-to-eye on the campaign or how to handle it. I knew that Gordon really wanted her to be re-elected so that he could finally divorce her and be with me.

  Jacques used to say the same thing, a voice in my head reprimanded. It’s not the same; I keep trying to tell myself. Nothing about this relationship is the same, I thought as I reminisced when I first started having romantic feelings for Gordon. It was innocent enough. He happened upon Mitchell and me at the playground. Watching him play with Mitchell and being the caring father the boy needs was so endearing.

  After weeks of conversations with Gordon, I found out that he left his job to help Lauren with her campaign. Once she was elected, she turned on him. She constantly tells him he’s not much of a man and cuts him down. I’ve never personally heard any of it, but seeing the way she treats others, I can only imagine what she must say to him when I’m not around.

  Our affair began after weeks of small flirtations with each other. It wasn’t long before our attraction grew to something more heated. The intense connection we have with each other has continued for the past three months. I never intended to be the other woman, but his persuasions that he would leave Lauren put my mind at ease. Somewhat, at least.

  “I love you too, Gordon and I can’t wait until we travel together next week. We’ll have to make sure we take time out for each other like we used to. I miss our time together,” Lauren’s words flowed sweetly and snapped my thoughts back to their conversation. I had never heard her use that sort of tone before and it churned my stomach that she used it with Gordon. I rolled my eyes as I stared at the underside of the mattress.

  “Baby, I can’t wait for us to be together again either. I love you so much,” Gordon told her. Bile rose in my throat and anger flooded me. I hit the underside of the bed with all my force. I doubt he even felt it, but at least it helped with my fury. Encule. Tears threatened as I replayed him telling her he loved her. He told me they never say it to each other anymore and that their marriage has become nothing more than a business partnership. Hearing this was completely the opposite of what he’s told me.

  I thought the phone clicked and I was just about to pop out from under the bed, when Lauren asked, “Oh, why is the bed so messy?” I held my breath unsure if Gordon could give an answer, but was s
urprised when he easily told her, “Mitchell was in here playing before bedtime. You should have seen how cute he was. He was pretending he was on a trampoline!” He told her with a chuckle.

  I heard Lauren laugh and say, “I’m surprised Angelina let him do that before bed. She always tries to make sure everything is calm so that he gets to sleep easier.”

  “Oh, I let Angelina have some time to herself and put Mitchell to bed myself this time,” Gordon told her as I rolled my eyes at his lie.

  “You are the best father a woman could ever hope for, sweetie. I love you so much.” My stomach churned and my lips quivered from the anger and the hurt I felt.

  “I love you too, sweetie. Sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Seething and almost in tears, I lay there waiting to hear the beep that would end the call. I wanted to hit him I was so mad. I heard a beep and hoped the call finally ended. Gordon got off the bed and moved around. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I didn’t want to get up yet if there was a possibility the call was still ongoing.

  Staring at the underside of the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh before turning my head to see his toes wiggling. His long lean legs squatted before me, his cock now dangling between his crouched position, before finally, his strong arm laid on the ground. Lastly, I was staring into his deep brown eyes, laden with concern.

  “You were under the bed the whole time? I thought you went into the bathroom at least,” he told me. My ass slid across the cold wood as his gentle hand helped pull me out and scooped me into his arms. The warmth of his lips on my forehead made me inhale and sigh deeply. This was where I felt most comfortable. This was where I felt like I belonged – until he spoke again and I remembered why I was so angry and under the bed in the first place.