Human Resources contacted me early the next morning to discuss the incidence with Dr. Knight. I walked across campus to the administrative buildings to meet with the representative. Pulling the heavy glass doors open, I stepped into the receptionist area.
A girl who looked to be around the same age as me glanced up from her desk. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m Brooke Davis. I have a meeting with Bobby Andrews.”
“Just a moment.” She reached across the desk and picked up the receiver to her phone. Her long nails were painted bright pink and she had a very large engagement ring on her ring finger. “Mr. Andrews, Ms. Davis is here.” She paused, “Yes, I’ll send her around.” She hung up the phone. “You can go on in. His office is down the hall, last door on the left, number 310.”
“Thanks.” I turned to walk away. “Your ring is gorgeous.” I smiled genuinely at her.
Her face lit up and a puppy-love look fogged over her eyes. “Thanks. I just got it this weekend,” she swooned, holding her hand out and admiring the dazzling stone. “Still getting used to it.” Her smile widened.
I walked down the hallway, stopping in front of room 310 and knocking on the door frame. “Mr. Andrews?”
A man who looked to be in his early thirties was seated behind a large desk. His eyes rose from the paper he was holding in his hands. Smiling, he stood up and stuck his hand out to greet me. “Ms. Davis, thanks for making yourself available on such short notice.”
“Not a problem,” I said, shaking his hand.
He had short, ebony-colored hair. He looked exceptionally professional with his clean-shaven face, baby blue dress shirt, and navy and white striped tie. He was a very handsome man, and had I met him a month before I may have found myself attracted to him, but compared to Gavin he was downright homely.
I glanced around his office and noticed several autographed baseballs displayed on the shelves.
He sat back down and adjusted his tie. “How are you doing?”
I directed my eyes back to his. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
He forced a small smile, revealing one dimple on the side of his mouth. “From what I’ve been told, you had quite the experience yesterday after work?”
I glanced behind him and out the window. “Yes,” I said, then fell silent.
“Ms. Davis, I just wanted to let you know that Dr. Knight has been asked not to return to work. He’s been relieved of his responsibilities at this institution. Assault is not taken lightly here.” He picked up his pen and twisted it between his fingers. “We also feel it may be best if you take a week or so off, give yourself some time to digest what happened. I know it must have been traumatizing for you. We definitely want to give you adequate time to find your bearings.” He paused. “It will be considered administrative leave with pay, so you won’t have to dip into your vacation or personal time.”
I exhaled softly. “Thank you.”
Later that evening Gavin and I returned from dinner at a local restaurant. We’d just sat down on the couch and I glanced over at Gavin, remembering something I’d planned to do the previous evening.
“I brought something for you,” I said, standing up from the couch and taking my iPod out of my purse.
Gavin looked down at the small square object in my hand and narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm?”
“I know how much you appreciate music,” I paused as I walked over to the iPod dock in the wall of his kitchen, placing it into the groove, “…and…” I peeped around the corner at him. “For some reason, this song always makes me think of you.” Scrolling through the list, I came to Imogen Heap. I selected the song “Come Here Boy” and paused it. Grabbing the flat, white remote, I walked back to the living room. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, I was nervous, but excited about what I’d planned.
I straddled Gavin on the couch and kissed him, running my hands back though his thick hair and down his neck.
He playfully pushed me away and smiled. “Don’t hear anything, love.”
“I’m not ready yet,” I said as I stood up and grabbed his hand to pull him to his feet. I swayed my hips seductively as I walked backwards toward the dining room.
“Oh, I see — trying to tease me, aye?” Gavin asked.
Narrowing my gaze at him, I whispered, “Exactly.”
I pulled his shirt over his head and then undid his fly, yanking his slacks to the floor.
“So forceful, love.” He firmly grabbed onto the back of my head. “I like it,” he growled, brushing his lips against mine. He bit down on my bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it as he let it roll out of his grip.
Reaching to the back of my dress, he started to unzip it, but I grabbed his elbow and forced his hand back to his side. I slid my hands under the waistband of his boxers and around to his ass, pushing them down as I sunk my nails into warm flesh.
“Mmm.” Gavin closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head back.
Running my hands around to his front, I placed my fingers at the base of his dick. I drug my fingers along the length of it and then pushed his boxers to his ankles. As I came up I grazed the length of him once with my tongue, trailing up the rippled muscles of his abdomen, giving one continuous lick up and across his chest and neck, until finding the supple fullness of his lips. Touching my lips to his, I slowly slid my tongue into his mouth, wrapping it around the thickness of his tongue. I bit down lightly on his tongue when he stuck it inside my mouth. He growled into my mouth and clenched his fingers into my hips.
I reached around my back and untied the blood-red satin ribbon that had been draped delicately around my waist. I stared into Gavin’s eyes, a fire burning behind them as I held my arm out and slid the ribbon from the belt loops of my dress. Glancing over his naked and perfectly fuckable body, I had to fight to keep my lips from curling up into a delicious smile.
I placed my hand in the center of his defined chest and shoved him back toward a chair. “Sit,” I demanded.
Gavin’s eyes ignited when I pushed him down into the wooden dining room chair. The chair scraped across the floor as he fell into it.
“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said through his clenched jaw, his hands holding tightly to the sides of the chair.
I took Gavin’s left arm in my hand and bent it back behind his head. I then took his right arm, being careful not to put pressure on his bandaged hand as I bent it back. His fingers intertwined and I held his wrists firmly as I made my way behind his chair, my high heels clicking on the floor as I methodically walked around him. Taking the ribbon from my hand, I wrapped it once around his wrists, pulling the knot tightly as I looped it around the top rail of the chair. I tied the ends in a bow and came back around to the front of his chair. The sight of him completely naked with his hands bent behind his head was the most enticing thing I’d ever seen. His bulging muscles were stiff and still in an effort to not undo the restraint I’d tied.
“This just won’t do,” I whispered and walked behind the chair again to untie the ribbon and tightened it around his wrists. This time I tied the knot to the back of the chair. I stepped back to the front and Gavin’s teeth were clenching his bottom lip. He raised his hips from the chair, shoving his dick toward me.
Taking the remote, I pressed the play button. The sexy rhythm filled the air and I reached back to my half-undone zipper and unfastened it. Stepping out of my dress, I strutted toward Gavin. I ran my hands up my neck, bringing my hair on top of my head. I turned my head to the side and cut my eyes back over to him. I could see Gavin’s breath draw in with anticipation.
I moved my hands and my hair fell around my face and over my breasts. The sensation caused my nipples to harden. I sensually slid one bra strap off of my arm. Biting my bottom lip, I slid the other strap down and slightly rolled my shoulder, allowing the strap to fall gracefully from my body. I held the cups to my skin and walked closer to Gavin. When I felt my leg graze against his knee, I released my hold
on my bra and it hit the floor.
Gavin moved his arm to grab me and the ribbon caught him. An overzealous need fell over his face and that infernal smile of his slowly crept over his lips.
I turned and took a few steps back. Placing my thumb under the band of my panties, I ran it from the front to the side. I slowly slid one side down, stopping when the material hit the top of my thigh, almost exposing myself to him. I moved my hips slowly in beat with the music, circling them as I dropped myself to the floor. My legs spread as I glanced naughtily back over my shoulder. My hand glided over my sides and I pushed my breasts together while my hands made their way up to my neck.
In an effort to seem sexy, I grabbed my hair and pinned it up on top of my head. I thrust my hips back up and slid the other side of my panties down, baring myself to him. Bending over, I pulled them down to my ankles and leaned down, my bare breasts grazing my thighs as I grabbed onto my ankles. Then I slowly pulled myself back up and kicked my panties to the side of the room.
I stretched out on the cool hardwood floor and the temperature caused my skin to tighten. I pushed myself away from the chair with my feet, erotically rubbing my hands across my face and then down my neck. I drug my nails across my chest and slowly snaked my way down my stomach. Throwing my head to the side, I cut my eyes back to Gavin, staring at him with a hunger, a need, a longing to please him.
Rubbing my fingers below my navel and down between my thighs, I closed my eyes and tossed my head back as I slid my fingers between my crease. I pushed one finger in slowly and opened my eyes, setting my heated stare on Gavin. Lying with my legs spread in front of him, I pleasured myself for him.
“Woman, what are you trying to do to me?” he said, devouring me with his eyes.
I sat up and slowly rose to my feet. My steps were hard, causing my breasts to bounce with each step. The sound of my heels against the floor was drowned out by the music. I kept my eyes set intently on his as I approached him.
Gavin wet his lips with his tongue. “You shouldn’t tease me like this, love,” he whispered. “You’ve no idea how you’re tempting me.”
I stood in front of him completely nude, staring into his wild eyes, daring him to take me. His chest heaved, his gaze was unwavering. Turning around, I slid my back across his body, the heat from his skin made my heart pump faster. I ran my right hand over my breast and down my stomach; my left hand reached back and caressed his face as I slowly fell down his thighs and onto the floor. I grazed my skin back over his and turned around, straddling the chair. Straightening up, I leaned over him, rubbing my breasts down his face. His tongue darted across my breast, his shoulder lunged forward as I made my way down his body.
I stopped just as I felt the plumpness of his head pushing at my opening. Gavin released a hard breath through his nose and I held myself over him.
“Sit down,” he demanded.
I narrowed my stare and leisurely sat down on him. The feeling of him entering me sent a rush of warmth and need over my body. I pulled myself up deliberately, stopping at the base of his head, and then forcing myself back down on him hard. I grinded on him slowly, brushing my breasts against his chest and face with each movement.
My eyes closed and I lost myself in the feeling of intense, almost unmanageable pleasure ripping through me. I felt Gavin’s hands on my back, possessively gripping my shoulders as he thrust himself deeper inside of me.
“Didn’t tie me tight enough, did you?” he panted the words into my ear and then bit down onto my earlobe.
A rush, a torrent of elegant sensations fought its way across my core.
My body relaxed when his fingers dug deep into the soft skin of my shoulders. I released a heavy moan as he moved his hands down under my thighs, gripping me like he owned me as he stood up. His mouth covered my neck, pulling skin between his teeth as he carried me over to the dining room table.
He laid me onto the wooden table and grabbed my feet to place them over his shoulders. He kissed my calf and then groped his way down my thighs to my hips. Grabbing my hips, he ravenously pulled me to the edge of the table. I groaned loudly as he pushed deep inside of me with hard and fast drives. His grip on my hips became tighter with each thrust, my skin burning underneath his grasp. He moved one hand across my hips, pressing hard on my skin as he slid it across to my clit, making small circles over the smooth skin, mercilessly fucking me.
My breaths became shallow as the tension built to a point of unbearable pleasure, the warmth spreading across my legs and up my abdomen. One hard, long thrust caused the tension to release and the warmth to quickly drown my entire body. My hands flattened against the table, my thighs pressed against him, and I groaned uncontrollably. My body constricted around him as his movements grew more passionate, more fierce and dominating.
Grabbing onto his forearms, I clenched my nails into his skin. Gavin released a loud growl as he came. His head fell forward and his arms stiffened as he gave several tiny thrusts. My legs fell from his shoulders and he rested his head on my stomach, breathless and completely satisfied.
Pressing his lips to the skin above my navel, he let out a slight sigh, the sweat dripping from his forehead. “I will never believe that you weren’t made for me,” he said sweetly. He kissed up my body toward my face. “You’re exactly what I’ve always needed, exactly.” His lips found mine, embracing them in a short, innocent kiss. “I’m completely fixated on you. Entranced with each movement of your body.”
I rolled my face to the side and the tip of my nose brushed against his. Staring into his eyes, he seemed too perfect. I searched for some dark side of him. He was too perfect, I needed to find some piece of him that made him seem human – imperfect in some small way, but all I saw was the reflection of adoration. I still found myself battling my initial innate urge to avoid this man, but I was in too deep; my veins had woven themselves into his. I knew if he ever pulled himself away from me I would feel emptiness like I never had before. I had a sense that the earth had moved specifically to bring us together. I felt like no one else had ever experienced a love, desire, a passion, and need for one another the way that Gavin and I did. A lump formed in my throat as I realized that I was hopelessly in love with him, completely vulnerable to him.
I turned my head to the side, slightly opening my mouth as I kissed his sinful lips. Drawing away from his face, I said, “I’m pretty sure I was made with you in mind. I love you, Gavin Hunter. I’m so madly in love with you,” I paused. “I’m terrified of the way I love you.”
He narrowed his eyes to study my face. “You’ve nothing to fear with me, love. I’m devoted to you, absolutely devoted. As long as you live, you will belong to me.” Smiling softly, he sat up and pushed himself off of the table.
He reached underneath my knees, wrapped his left arm around my back, and lifted me from the table. His mouth crushed over mine, enveloping mine passionately as he walked me back to the bedroom.
Gavin laid me down on the bed and climbed in beside me. I rested my head on his chest, laying my palm in the crevice of his muscles, allowing the lull of his heartbeat to put me to sleep.
Chapter Forty-eight
Brooke
September 5, 2014
Friday morning we packed one suitcase into Gavin’s Porsche. Something about us sharing a suitcase made our relationship seem so official, so serious. Gavin shut the trunk and climbed into the front of his car. He backed out of his driveway, stopping to pull his Versace sunglasses down over his eyes.
“All right,” he said as he attached his iPod to the USB connection and scrolled through the varied selection of music. He sat the device down on his console and said, “This will do just fine.” Gavin put the car in drive and pulled down to the end of his street, halting at the stop sign.
I glared over at him as I listened to the music. “Really? Deftones? You can’t play our sex music on a road trip. Especially not first thing!” I pressed the shuffle button and glanced over at him.
He turned left out of his subdivision. The wheel slid through his fingers and he cut his eyes over at me. “They’re my favorite band. How are you going to tell me we can’t listen to them unless we’re having sex?” The corner of his lips curled up.
“Well, I can’t help but vividly imagine having sex to these songs, and I can’t be all hot and bothered when I show up at my mother’s house. You can make it half a day without listening to them,” I said and patted his shoulder. “I promise.”
“Ah, so I see.” Gavin reached his hand over to my knee and squeezed. “If ever there’s a time I need to turn you on all I need to do is play some Deftones and you’ll be putty in my hands?”
I laughed, stopping to bite the bottom of my lip as I stared at him. “No, all you need to do is,” I blew air threw my lips, “and I’ll be putty in your hands.”
Gavin’s smile widened and the tiny dimples in his cheeks showed. He laughed, glancing over at me briefly as he shifted gears. “So, now all I have to do is breathe to get you wet, aye?”
I nodded my head once. “Exactly.” I pulled my dark pink sunglasses down and peered at him from over the frames. “Sad, isn’t it?” I sighed.
“Absolutely not. I love that I turn you on so much, love.”
“ ‘Turn me on’ is a damn understatement, Gavin.” I glanced over at him. “I don’t even want to know what my mother and sister will say about you.” I shook my head. “You may never escape in one piece.”
Pulling my feet up into the seat, I looked out at the scenery on the horizon. I felt a sense of comfort knowing I would be home in several hours.
We pulled up to the gated entrance of the bridge connecting the mainland to the small bay community. Gavin rolled to a stop and let his window down.
The security guard peered down from the station. It was the same guard who’d worked the gate since I was in elementary school.
His raspy voice asked, “Who ya’ vis’tin’?”
Leaning across Gavin, I smiled at the guard. “Hey, Mr. Puckett.”
Pulling his glasses down his nose slightly, the guard shuffled closer to the car, leaning in further. “Brooke, that you? I’ll be. Been too long since you been home, darlin’. I bet ya’ momma’s beside herself knowin’ you’re comin’ in town.”
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