“Did you miss me, baby?” He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it away. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he sucked and tugged while I moaned and writhed above him. “Do you want me to fuck you, Skye?” He grabbed my hips and pressed me down onto his erection.
“What do you think my answer is, Sterling?”
He slammed his lips to mine and his tongue took over my mouth. Kissing him was an out of body experience and I needed more. I unzipped his pants and slid my hand into them. Grabbing him I slowly rubbed my hand along his hard length.
“I think the answer is yes, Skye. So why don’t you do something about it?” I stared into his eyes, this wasn’t normal. He never wanted me to take control of sex. Lying down on the couch, I grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of me.
“Missionary? Really?”
As he slid his thick cock into me, I said, “Are you complaining, babe?”
He moaned, “Never. I’d never complain about any kind of sex with you.”
“Good answer.”
He slammed into me harder. My head was hitting the arm of the couch. His thrusts were relentless.
“Deeper, baby. I can’t get deep enough,” he groaned.
“Flip me over, baby. You can get deeper that way. Please,” I begged.
He did as I instructed and thrust into me. I screamed out between thrusts, “It. Feels. So. Good. Harder, Sterling. Harder, baby.”
“I love you, Skye. I love you so fucking much.” He thrust once more and then came inside me. “Oh, baby. You’re so amazing.” Collapsing against my back he was breathing hard and with each breath he made a groaning noise.
I turned so that he would lie down beside me on the couch. No one would accuse me of being touchy-feely. Snuggling was not something I ever did, but with Sterling I couldn’t get enough of it. Throwing my leg over his hip, I slowly rubbed my warm center against him.
“Again, baby? Already? You’re insatiable. You know that?”
“Only with you, Sterling. Only with you.” I kissed his chest and rubbed my hand down his strong thigh. Sterling kissed my neck and then climbed on top of me.
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Always. You’re mine. I always take care of what’s mine.”
He started kissing my neck and then my breasts. Knowing that I loved it when he was a little rough with me, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. He knew that would drive me fucking insane. Raising my hips, I tried to get him where I needed him, but he was having no part of that. “Not yet, baby. Let me take care of you,” he whispered as he ventured lower. When his tongue dipped into my belly button a shiver went down my spine. This man did amazing things to my body and my mind.
His tongue found my clit and I screamed in pleasure. “Fuck, Sterling. Bite it. Please.”
He caught it between his teeth and nibbled on it. While he was doing that he slid a finger into my pussy. The in and out motion of that mixed with the sensation to my clit was all too much. “Sterling, too much. Oh my fucking god, too much!”
“Come for me, Skye. Come for me, now,” he demanded.
And I did. The spasms seemed never ending. I was grabbing his fingers and sucking them in as far as I could.
“Need my cock in there. Need it now, baby.” He climbed up my body and slid inside. “Oh fuck, Skye.”
“Yes, fuck Skye. That’s what you’re doing. Harder, Sterling. I need to feel you.”
We spent the next few hours having sex on every surface in my office. The two of us were like machines. Crazed sex machines. I couldn’t get enough of that man and luckily he felt the same way about me.
“I’ve got dinner reservations for us tonight,” Sterling said while zipping up his pants. He started to tuck in his shirt as I walked over to him.
“We could order in. There is an amazing sushi place around the corner. They deliver.” I was running my hands up and down his chest. “I don’t see any reason to leave my office. It’s got a spectacular view.” My eyes never left his.
“The view here is pretty amazing.” He licked his lips and eyed the swell of my breasts pressing up out of the cups of my bra. “However, we have dinner plans, so we will have to leave your office.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Sorry, baby. But I think you’ll like this place.”
“Whatever,” I pouted. “I really don’t think it’s too much to ask to stay here and fuck my boyfriend all night. I don’t need dinner to do that.”
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to the couch. Laying over me, he whispered, “We have reservations. Stop being a spoiled little brat and get your dress back on so I can take you to dinner.”
I wrapped my hand around him and slowly rubbed up and down. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” I pressed my lips to his neck and started sucking and nibbling on that little spot that always drove him crazy.
He pulled my hand away from his crotch and stood up off the couch. “Please, Skye. We have reservations.”
“We have reservations. We have reservations. Fine. We’ll stop fucking so we can eat. Yippee.” I stood up from the couch and picked my dress up off the floor. I slid it on and slipped my feet into my shoes. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t you want to do something with your hair and make-up?” He was exhibiting a cat that ate the canary grin on his face.
I hadn’t even thought about how I must’ve looked. I walked to the mirror over the sink in the bathroom connected to my office. I looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked. My hair was partially matted to my head with sweat and my make-up was smeared all over my face.
“What time is the damn reservation?” I yelled from the bathroom.
Sterling walked up behind me with my purse in his hand. “Eight o’clock. You have about fifteen minutes to get ready.”
“Thanks.” I swung around and grabbed my purse out of his hands.
“Hey, I’ve been trying to leave for quite a while now. You were the one who didn’t want to go anywhere.”
“Rub it in, asshole. This place better be amazing. I’m just saying.”
“I think you’ll love it, baby. I really do.” He kissed my neck and then walked back into my office. I could hear him pushing buttons on his phone. Probably checking his messages.
I fixed my hair as best I could. My make-up was perfect. I was finally ready to go. And it only took me thirty minutes. I was pretty proud of myself.
“We are late. We need to get going now.”
“I’m ready. Let’s go eat this amazing meal you’ve promised me.” I linked my arm with his and we headed to the elevator to take us downstairs. When we stepped off the elevator I noticed there was a white stretch limo waiting at the door. Somebody was always blocking traffic in front of the gallery and it was really starting to piss me off. “Stupid bastards.”
“What?” Sterling asked looking confused.
“These idiots with their fancy limos always blocking traffic in front of the gallery. I could ride around in a damn limo all the time if I wanted to. My dad has offered me a driver for years, but I’m not some pretentious little princess who needs a big limo to make up for my miserable life.”
He laughed as we walked out the door.
“Mr. Smith. You’re running behind, sir.” The driver opened the door to the limo and motioned for me to slide in.
Shit.
This was Sterling’s limo.
“So, you don’t like my limo, huh?” There was that grin again.
I slapped his chest. “Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve shut up if I’d known it was yours.”
“Maybe I didn’t want you to shut up. I like to hear your opinion on things. And you never disappoint. Your opinion flows freely.”
“That is true, Mr. Smith. You’ll never have to worry about hearing my opinion on anything. I will always share.”
“And I love that about you, Ms. Buchanan. Along with so many other things. I love you, Skye.” He placed his hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. “I think I’ve loved you since t
he moment I met you and you wouldn’t tell me your name.”
He’d told me he loved me before, but normally it was during or after some mind-blowing sex. This time was different. He was waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to share my feelings.
Shit.
I might share my opinion on everything, but I do not tell people I love them. It’s just not something I do.
Did I love, Sterling?
Yes, yes I did.
Was I ready to tell him that?
Would I ever be ready to admit that to him?
I guess now would be as good a time as any.
“Sterling, you know me. You know me in the biblical sense.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Those aren’t words that escape my lips for anyone. I never use that four letter word that you’re trying to get me to say. I don’t even think it’s part of my vocabulary.”
“I know it isn’t. I really do understand. I was just hoping…I don’t know. I thought it was different between us. I was hoping you could say the words to me, but if you can’t, I understand. But keep in mind that it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’ll never stop loving you, Skye. Never.” With those words, he placed a hard kiss on my lips.
The rest of the limo ride was pretty quiet. When the car stopped and the driver opened the door I was surprised to see where we were.
“What are we doing here, Sterling?”
“I need to get something out of your apartment before we go to the restaurant. Come upstairs with me?”
“Can’t I just wait down here for you? For some reason my legs are sore.”
“Please? It’ll just take a minute and I don’t want to leave you alone with Lewis. I don’t trust anyone with my woman.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck the limo driver if you leave me downstairs with him while you run up to my apartment to grab some item of massive importance. Sure. No problem, crazy man.” I slid out of the limo and we started toward the elevator. When we got on the elevator, Sterling pressed the button for the penthouse and we rode in silence.
Right before we got to my floor he placed his arm around my waist. “I love you, Skye.”
The doors slid open and before me stood everyone I’ve ever known in my whole life. Well, I might be exaggerating, but my parents, grandparents, neighbors, friends, colleagues, I’m pretty sure my old pool boy - everyone was in my apartment.
“SURPRISE!” they all yelled in unison.
When I turned around to look at Sterling he was on the ground. He had dropped to one knee and had a baby blue box in his hand. I’d recognize that baby blue color anywhere.
HOLY SHIT!
“What’s going on, Sterling?” I really was trying my best to remain calm. It was taking everything in me to not freak the hell out.
“I have a question to ask you, Skye.” He popped open the box and I was almost blinded by the shine. That ring was huge. I had to believe it was at least five carats…and I know my carats. It was in a platinum setting and the center princess cut diamond was flanked on either side by smaller triangular diamonds.
I reiterate: HOLY SHIT!
“Skye Madison McDaniel Buchanan will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Sterling asked as he took my hand in his.
What the hell was I supposed to say? Did I want to marry Sterling?
Fuck.
I did.
I really did.
Damn it.
I had to give him an answer.
Fuck.
People were staring. I needed to answer now.
Fine. I could do this. I could answer this question. I knew the answer to this question. I could totally do this. Then why the hell was I about to hyperventilate?
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Sterling.”
“Yes?” he asked. I nodded and he jumped up off the ground and pulled me to him. He kissed me and then he remembered the ring and what he was supposed to be doing with it. Backing a step away from me, he removed the ring from the box. Looking into my eyes he slowly slid the ring onto the appropriate finger on my left hand. When I looked down at it, it took my breath away. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. Or at least that’s what I thought before Sterling looked up at me from under his long dark eyelashes. The light was shining off his beautiful crystal blue eyes and I realized something - he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my whole life. He was my world and now he was going to be my husband.
“You are so beautiful, Sterling. So much prettier than my ring.”
“Well, that didn’t sound masculine at all. Please don’t call me pretty. It messes with my testosterone levels. I’m starting to feel like a girl after that comment.”
I pulled him close to me and looked down between us where I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. “You don’t feel like a girl to me.”
“God, I love this woman!” He laughingly yelled and everyone cheered.
My mom and dad were the first to come over and congratulate us. “I am so happy for you, sweetheart. He is such a great guy. Perfect husband material,” my mom whispered in my ear as dad talked to Sterling.
“Thanks, mom. I have to agree.”
My dad had his arm around Sterling. “You know he came to me to ask me for your hand in marriage, Skye. I didn’t know men still did that. Made me respect the hell out of him. I think he’s a real keeper, honey.”
I hugged my dad and then put my arms around Sterling’s waist. “He is definitely a keeper. He’s mine. All mine.”
Chapter Three~
Six months later
This wedding, my wedding, would be the society event of the year. My mother had insisted she help me with the planning. You definitely couldn’t say we bonded during the experience. She told me what she liked and I picked the opposite. For six months we worked out all of the details and I had made sure that this wedding would be absolutely perfect. Nothing less than perfect would be acceptable.
My father made sure we had the Grand Ballroom at the Luxe Manor for the reception. It was four-stories of grandeur. And the ceremony would be held on the roof in the open evening air.
With all of our acquaintances and my family we had invited over six-hundred people. It wasn’t a huge wedding, but it would be extravagant. To secure an invitation to the event of the year you had to be somebody. Not just anyone was invited…only the elite. The upper crust, if you will.
Micro-manager? Yes, that was definitely me. I enjoyed being in charge. The boss, if you will. I always have. It’s not anything new. How could I possibly trust any of the minor details of my wedding to someone else? Anyone else? I had to make sure everything was done perfectly. This is probably not one of my better qualities…
Sterling had been trying really hard to get me to lose that control in more aspects of my life than just the bedroom, but as hard as he tried that trait was inbred. I inherited two things from my father - my odd eyes and my tendency to have to be in total control of every situation I’m a part of. This wedding was mine. It was all about me. Yeah, Sterling would be there too, but a wedding was for the bride, not the groom. I needed everything to be perfect. It had to be just right.
Sterling and I didn’t talk about his family much. I knew he was an only child and his parents had died when he was in college. When Sterling told me about his family, it was awkward. I had feelings for this man and hearing the odd history of his family was a little overwhelming. It was my fault really. I kept harping on him about meeting his family.
I’ll never forget the conversation we had about them. It happened right after we got engaged. I had been harping on him about his guest list for the wedding. It was the first time Sterling had ever been upset with me. Like, really upset with me. We were lying in bed after a morning filled with more orgasms than I could count, when my Mr. Exquisite gave me a brief overview of his family history.
“Baby, why do you keep asking me about my family? Aren’t I enough Smith for you?” Ever so slowly he licked a trail from my bare nipple to my collarbone.
I shuddered as he slipped his fingers into my slippery folds and curved them just right.
“Of course, you are, but I want to know what I’m getting into.”
“I thought what really mattered here was what I was getting into,” he said as he roughly flipped me onto my stomach and slid his cock along my slit. “Do you want me to get into something right now?”
“Stop it, Sterling. You’ve fucked me ten ways to Sunday since last night. I want to talk.”
“Talking is for people who aren’t good at fucking. We’ll talk later.” He slipped his length inside me. My breath caught but I didn’t lose my control. Sterling worked hard to take my control away, but this time it wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t move, I laid there still as a statue. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of winning this battle.
“Fuck, Skye. What the hell?”
“I told you. I want to talk.” Turning around I gestured between our bodies. “This is not talking.”
“No, but it’s a hell of a lot more fun,” he smirked. “Fine.” He pulled out of me and sat up on the bed beside me. I pulled the comforter up to cover myself. He said, “Talk.”
“What happened to your parents?”
“Dead. Next question.”
I dropped the comforter and stood up. As I started to walk toward the bathroom, he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
“Fine. I’ll tell you. My dad was a high ranking diplomat. He did some stupid shit, got in some serious trouble, and he and my mother were killed in a plane crash shortly thereafter. I wasn’t blessed with any siblings so when my parents passed I inherited the family fortune. Of course I don’t have to work, but I enjoy piddling in some of the companies that I inherited. I will tell you that I wasn’t born a Smith, but I legally changed my name some time ago due to the stigma attached to my family. That’s it Skye. That’s all there is to know about my family.”
Slowly turning, I walked back over to the bed and crawled up beside Sterling. He wouldn’t even look at me. He was staring straight ahead with a blank look on his face.
“I’m sorry I pushed so hard, baby. I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking we might be in each other’s lives for quite awhile and I feel like I want to know everything about you.” He still hadn’t looked at me. I started to climb off of the bed. “Maybe that’s just me. I thought you were feeling the same way. I guess I was wrong.”
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