by Tia Siren
“Why not?”
“Because she is far more suited to run her own company than to fetch me coffee every morning.”
Aaron shrugged a shoulder. “Give her something to do to keep her busy and her mind off things.”
“Technically, she is set to inherit Adams Enterprises if her dad is locked up.”
“There isn’t going to be an Adams Enterprises,” he pointed out.
I leaned back in my chair. “True. I want to find a way to make her understand I will protect her.”
“You like her. You have feelings for her,” Aaron said.
I didn’t bother denying it. “I don’t know what it is, but I do know I have this primal need to protect her, like she’s mine to protect.”
He was smiling once again. “Of course.”
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
He shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I told you one day you would be smitten.”
“Smitten?” I scoffed at the word.
“You like her. You wouldn’t do this for another woman.”
“Maybe I would.”
“Believe what you want. In the meantime, I think you should take her out. Feed her a good meal. It doesn’t look like she’s eaten in a week,” he commented.
“I don’t think she has. She’s a bit like a member of the walking dead.”
“Take her out to a nice restaurant. Let her relax and unwind a little. It’ll do her good.”
I nodded my head. “That’s actually a good idea. I’m going to do just that.”
I picked up my phone, texted a one of my favorite restaurants just outside the city, and made a reservation directly with the chef. When he confirmed, I started to feel a little better. I had a plan to fix her.
After a busy day back at work, I was ready to leave and get as far away from the office as possible.
“Where are we going?” Kendall asked when we headed in the wrong direction for my townhouse.
“We’re going out for a special dinner. I want to blow off some steam and I know you need it.”
“Is it safe?”
“Yes,” I assured her.
When the limo came to a stop, we climbed out, and our follow car parked just behind us. One member of the security team went in ahead of us before coming out and giving us the all clear.
We were escorted to a back area that was relatively private. We both declined wine, preferring to keep sober in case something crazy happened.
“Thank you,” she said after the appetizers were cleared. “This is just what I needed. Being cooped up in your townhouse was making me a little crazy.”
“You’re welcome, and I know it was hard being locked down. I never meant to make you feel like you were a prisoner.”
She laughed. “I know. It’s a luxurious prison. I’m just not used to being inside and spinning my wheels.”
“We’ll have to work out a way to give you some more freedom.”
I watched the transformation from the uptight, scared woman to the old Kendall. She seemed to relax and actually enjoy herself.
“I know I’ve been a real pain in the ass the past week. I just have so much on my mind, and it is easier to take it out on you since you’re here and he isn’t,” she said, her voice wavering briefly before that steely demeanor was firmly back in place.
“Did you not like the stuffed mushrooms?” I asked, noticing she had only picked at the appetizer. “I can order something else.”
She smiled. “They were good. I’m not all that hungry.”
“You need to eat. You’ve lost weight and you’re pale. I’m worried about you.”
“I’m okay.”
When the steak entrée was served, I hoped it would perk her up. Once again, I watched her pick at the steak and steamed veggies. She ate a small portion. I hated watching her suffer. I couldn’t make her eat and knew she wasn’t in any real danger—yet. I’d give her some time to work through it.
“I think I’m ready to go home. Are you?” I asked her when it became evident she wasn’t going to finish her dessert.
She nodded. “I am. I’m sorry I wasn’t better company. The food was great, and I really like it here.”
“We’ll come again when you’re feeling up to eating more. You’re missing out on some of the best food in the world,” I teased.
She giggled. “I’m going to take your word for it and hold you to that promise.”
I couldn’t deny the attraction I was feeling for her in the back of the limo. It was dark, private, and the scent of her perfume was teasing my senses. She looked at me and I knew my desire was evident on my face. I didn’t try to hide it. I wanted her. I wanted her in every way.
“Kendall, I’m trying here. I really am. I’m sorry, and I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable,” I told her. I couldn’t let her run away from me.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
The car pulled to a stop in front of the townhouse. We didn’t make a move to get out, knowing the security drill. Neither one of us talked while we waited. The sexual tension between us had returned, and it was stronger than ever. I could practically taste her in my mouth, hear her moans and feel her satin skin under my touch.
“All clear,” the security man said, opening the door and breaking the spell.
I blinked, took a breath of fresh air, and headed inside.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, needing a nightcap myself.
My hormones were raging out of control. I needed something to cool the fire burning in my belly.
“Sure,” she replied. “Maybe a shot of whiskey to help me sleep.”
I laughed. “Sounds good.”
We headed up the stairs and into the den where I had a fully stocked bar.
“I like it in here,” she said, looking around the room.
I smiled. That was something else we agreed on. I poured two glasses of my favorite scotch, hoping it would be what she needed to relax.
She sat down on the leather couch and kicked off her heels before tucking her feet under her and taking a long drink from her glass. Her free hand moved up to her hair, where she pulled out the clip that had been holding it up in a twist style. Her hair dropped around her shoulders before she used her hand to rub her scalp with her fingertips.
It was making me crazy. I turned back to face the bar, not wanting her to see my erection. I didn’t want to pressure her or make her feel uneasy. I could come on strong. I knew that and usually used it to my advantage. It wasn’t the same now. She’d been through a lot, and I needed to handle her with kid gloves.
When I turned back around, her eyes were on me, watching me with that predatory look I recognized so well.
“Kendall.” I breathed out her name.
She stood and took a few steps toward me, her glass still clasped in her hand.
I shook my head. “Don’t unless you’re sure,” I warned her in a low voice.
She reached out and took the glass from my hand and set both of them down on the bar before turning back to me.
“I’m sure.”
There was a war happening within me. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another woman. There was something about her that made me crazy with intense need. It was all-consuming.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kendall
Friday night
My approval was all he needed to spring into action. His hands went around my waist, pulling me close to him as his mouth closed over mine. I sighed into him, relishing in the feel of his body enveloping mine with heat and his masculine scent.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I sucked on it before opening wider and letting him have full access so our tongues could duel. The kiss was hot, wet, and tasted like the fiery scotch we had both been drinking. It wasn’t long before the kiss wasn’t enough. It was like stoking a fire and now the flames were dancing high and hot, scorching us with every touch.
“My bedroom,” he murmured into my mouth.
I nodded, letting him lead the way. My stomach felt like lava was boiling inside, spreading throughout my body, anticipating what was to come. Sex with Dylan was all-consuming, just like the fire burning in my body.
Once in his bedroom, he slowed everything down.
“I want to taste every inch of your body,” he whispered, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his knuckles as I stood facing him. “I want you to watch me ravage you with my mouth.”
His words sent a shiver of excitement running over my body. I couldn’t understand how I’d ever thought he was an evil person. He was gentle and kind, and I felt his goodness oozing from every pore of his body. It wasn’t faked. It was all genuine and made me want him even more. Thinking about how good he was made me hot as hell—that and the way he was slowly unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time.
He pulled my shirt off, sliding it down both arms, leaving my satin bra in place as his hands worked the button and zipper on my skirt before sliding it down.
“Panties?” His voice was strained.
I giggled. “I do own them.”
His ran his fingertip over the tiny V-string, kissing me once on the lips. “I don’t think these qualify as panties. They’re, like, three strings.”
I shrugged a shoulder, enjoying the way he was staring at my body. “But they’re panties.”
There was a flash of heat in his eyes and a second later he tugged hard, the dainty fabric shredding under his force. Wetness immediately pooled between my legs with the action. His hand flicked over the back of my bra, freeing my breasts before sliding it down my arms.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward an interior door. I went willingly, although I was a little worried about where he was taking me. When he pulled open the door, I realized it was his massive walk-in closet. His closet put mine to shame. It was the size of a bedroom.
“Come in,” he ordered, flipping on a light.
I gasped when I saw the reflection of my nude body in a series of mirrors that formed a semicircle at one end. I met his eyes in the mirror and felt his lust.
“What are we doing?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
“You’re going to watch me make you come.” His harsh tone sent another shiver snaking down my spine.
He stepped away and pulled off his shirt and pants with a speed I didn’t know was humanly possible before stripping off his underwear and coming to stand in front of me. He reached out and cupped my breast before he dropped to his knees in front of me.
I gasped, knowing what he was about to do and not entirely sure I was comfortable with the act while watching myself in the mirror. I didn’t get the chance to give in to my own self-consciousness. His hands were on my ankles, slowly moving over my legs, tickling that sensitive area behind my knees before coming around to the front and kneading my thighs, which involuntarily opened.
“That’s it. Open up for me,” he coaxed.
His fingers slid up my thigh, barely brushing over the lips of my pussy. His hot breath washed over my thighs while one finger slid against the length of my slit.
“Watch,” he ordered, looking up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire.
I bit my bottom lip, a little nervous to look at myself in such an intimate position.
“Watch,” he said again in a whisper as his mouth hovered over my opening.
I looked in the mirror, suddenly hotter than I had ever been. The sight of his head between my legs while he was on his knees in front of me was so erotic, I nearly climaxed. When his tongue lapped over my slit before his fingers spread my lips, my knees buckled, and I thought I would collapse on top of him.
“Oh, Dylan,” I moaned, watching as his head moved, feeling his tongue stroke over my clit.
The visual was taking me places I had never known were possible. I could feel the climax coming on and reached down to brace myself by placing my hands on his shoulders. His teeth nibbled at the nub, and I was lost. My head went back, thrusting my pelvis against his mouth as my body convulsed.
My legs trembled as he slowly stood in front of me before moving behind me, one arm around my waist, the other hand working over one breast and then the other. I watched him squeeze one nipple, sucking in air through my teeth at the sharp pain that rocked over me. He immediately stopped and gently rubbed away the pain before dropping his mouth to my neck. I leaned my head to the side, giving him full access, watching the scene in the mirror the entire time. I had never felt like a petite woman before at my height of five and a half feet tall, but with him behind me, his huge body overwhelmed mine.
When his head came up, his eyes held mine in the mirror while his hands roamed over my body. I reached up to caress his face, feeling the stubble and reminding myself of the stubble burn between my legs, sending hot fire coursing through my veins at the recent memory.
“Watch,” he ordered as his hand slid over my flat stomach, going to the junction between my legs.
He used one finger to manipulate my clit, bringing me close to another climax before abruptly stopping. His eyes held mine in the mirror as he used his knee to spread my legs before pushing his finger inside me.
My head dropped back against his chest, needing the support as his finger worked in and out of me, pushing me closer to the point of no return.
“Watch!” he growled in my ear.
My eyes popped open, watching as he slid a second finger inside me. I groaned at the sight of his fingers pushing inside my body. It wasn’t long before I cried out, another climax breaking over me as I watched my body spasm, his fingers still buried deep inside me.
He abruptly pulled away, snatching the chair near his wall of shoes and positioning it directly in front of the mirrors. I let him put my hands on the chair back, watching him intently as he moved behind me. I bent over, knowing what was coming and anxious to feel him inside me. I was primed and ready and knew he would fit without any trouble.
I watched him stare at my body, his hand caressing my ass before stepping close behind me.
“Hold on.” His voice was harsh.
I held on to the chair, preparing for his invasion. At the first probing of his hard cock, I flinched before reminding myself he had fit before. I relaxed my body and spread my legs a bit wider, watching him stare down at my exposed pussy in the mirror. He licked his lips, sending a shiver of delight over my body.
He pushed inside, his eyes now holding mine as his body joined with mine. When he was seated deep within me, I wiggled my hips, pulling a harsh, guttural sound from his mouth.
I watched my breasts bounce as he pulled out and pushed into me over and over, his hands on my hips as he fucked me. I found myself rocking against him, taking him a little deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me hard!” I cried out, emboldened by the reflection I saw in the mirror. His jaw was clenched, and I knew he was close to coming. I was on the edge again, only needing a little push.
He stopped moving. “Slow down.”
I shook my hips, pushing back against him while arching my back. “More!”
His fingers dug into the fleshy part of my hips, holding me in place as he thrust into me with great force.
Screaming as the orgasm plowed into me, my head dropped forward as my body trembled, my pussy squeezing and contracting around his hard cock deep inside me.
I had barely managed to catch my breath when I realized he hadn’t come. He wasn’t done. I lifted my head, looking at him in the mirror, silently asking what was next. He pulled away from me, leaving me feeling empty without his cock filling me. He grabbed the chair and spun it around before sitting down and pulling me around to straddle him.
“Fuck me,” he ordered.
I was happy to oblige and straddled him, lowering myself onto his massive cock, feeling the familiar stretching and burning as he completely filled me. I rocked slowly at first, staring into his eyes, watching the passion grow with each controlled movement. His hands went to my ass, squeez
ing my cheeks while pushing me closer to him.
“I said fuck me!” he ordered.
I nodded and slid back and forth over his thighs, the movement sliding his cock over my swollen clit. I was shaking with an overwhelming sensation that felt like an electric shock each time I rolled over that sensitive area. My pussy throbbed around him, making the sensations stronger with each move.
“Faster,” he grunted. “Fuck me dammit!”
With a speed I didn’t know was possible in such a position, I bounced and slid up and down his cock, the action frenzied and uncontrolled. I couldn’t stop. It was as if some invisible force was pushing harder and harder until I felt myself erupt, screaming out with the intense pleasure, catching a glimpse in the mirror of myself in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. The intense look on his face and the set of his jaw gave me even more pleasure, knowing he was also wrapped up in the same blanket of ecstasy.
His roar, close to my ear as his arms held me to his chest, told me he had found his own release. I collapsed against his chest, convinced I would never be able to stand again. Soon, he stood, my body draped on his, my legs wrapped around his waist as he walked to his bed. I was grateful for the ride. My legs were weak, and my body was still quivering with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
“You want anything to drink?” he asked, depositing me on his bed.
Shaking my head, I replied, “No. I’m too exhausted.”
I scooted over, sliding my legs under the blanket. He crawled into bed beside me, his arm going around me and pulling me against him.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
I didn’t bother arguing or telling him he didn’t get to tell me what to do. I was too exhausted. I felt completely satisfied and unwilling to ruin the moment by talking.
“Night,” I murmured, my mouth against his chest.
“Good night,” he whispered, his hand moving up and down my spine, lulling me to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dylan
Saturday
I could get used to waking up next to her every day. Her warm breath washed over my skin, tickling the hairs on my chest and making me think of sex. How could I not think about sex with her naked body pushed against mine? I could feel her soft breasts against my ribs, the satiny smooth inside of her leg draped across my thighs, making me grow harder every second.
