He said nothing else, just stared into her eyes with a softness she’d not seen before. His words rolled through her mind, and she was amazed by them. It was almost too much to take in, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she agreed with him yet or not, but she knew that this moment in time would change her forever and that she would never, as long as she lived, be able to repay him for it.
“Teach me how to swallow your cum then, Grey.” She reached up and cupped his cheeks in her palms. “Teach me how to pleasure you with my mouth so that, once you’re gone, no woman can ever erase my memory from your mind.”
He helped her stand and allowed her to pull him up from the chair. He stared at her for a moment. The warmth and affection she felt from that stare was more than enough to get through the coldest of winter nights in the Antarctic. She waited on his instruction, knowing she would do whatever he said, but never expected his next words.
“Anne, you’ve already accomplished that, just by being you.”
She looked away, the sting in her heart leaving her breathless, because despite how he felt, she heard his words from last night. If only it were a different time. She wouldn’t grow melancholy, though. If this affair ended Sunday, she’d accept that, and in the meantime, she’d take everything he gave her.
He drew a breath, and the energy in his body became strong. Her dom was back in full force, and she loved it.
“Get on your knees, Anne.”
She smiled up at him and did exactly what he told her.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She did, slowly sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she slid her mouth all the way to the base of him. His cock pressed at the back of her throat, and she pulled back rapidly, but Grey put his hands into her hair, caressing her scalp, calming her.
“It’s okay. Do it again. Focus on relaxing your throat muscles, on opening for me.”
She breathed and remembered it was okay to need to figure it out. She slid him back into her mouth and, this time, focused on the feel of him, focused on opening herself to him. She went slow, enjoying the sensation of him on her tongue, filling her mouth.
“Good girl, Anne.”
The sound of his voice told her how her actions were affecting him, and she loved it. She slid her mouth over his cock, all the way to the base. He was large and filled her, but she moved at a speed that she could handle, and she paid attention to her own body’s reaction to him and soon found the perfect rhythm. The pads of his fingers slid over her scalp, massaging her, and when she looked up at him, his head was tipped back, and she saw him shiver.
She grabbed the base of his cock and moved her hand in conjunction with her mouth. With her other hand she grabbed onto him to hold herself steady. As she became more comfortable with him, she noticed he started guiding her head as if he knew exactly when she was ready for his guidance. He moaned, and his motions on her head were becoming less gentle. He dug into her hair, grabbing her with his fist, tugging. The last time she’d had her hair pulled was probably third grade, and she didn’t remember it being a pleasurable experience at the time, but every time Grey pulled her hair, her breathing stopped, her nipples got hard, and her pussy ached for his touch.
She brought her mouth to his tip and ran her tongue around it. For a few moments, she spent all her attentions on the head, licking the underside where she knew it was sensitive and pressing her tongue against the slit that was leaking salty pre-cum. He was still so controlled, but his body was so tense she felt it as she ran her hands over his thighs. When she looked up at him, the muscles across his stomach were more defined, and the corded muscles in his arms were strained, and he started to grind against her mouth.
She had a moment’s hesitation as she realized he was taking control. He was fucking her mouth now, more than she was giving to him. He was taking, and it was quickly growing animalistic, but she wanted to give him this, and more, she wanted to experience it.
She wrapped her hands around his thighs and dug her fingers into his ass and held on as he thrust his hips, forcing his cock deep into her mouth then retreating. She fought to keep up with his need, and when the first drops of him coated her tongue with his salty essence, she moaned and squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the overwhelming assault on her senses.
“Angel, I’m going to come.” His voice was so controlled, but she heard the strain in it. “Are you ready for me?”
She hoped she was, but remembering his words, she knew for certain she was ready to try. She looked up at him, as he waited for her response. She nodded and slid him deep inside her mouth and sucked him hard.
“Good God.” He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging in painfully, but the pain only made her more aroused, made her want more.
She let him direct his cock, while she concentrated on just tasting him, feeling him. When his seed exploded into her mouth, he pushed his cock to the back of her throat.
“Swallow.” His tone was harsh, demanding, and exactly what she needed.
It took her out of herself, and she did exactly as he directed and swallowed against him wildly, out of control, desperate.
“Oh God, Anne.”
His cum thick on her tongue and coating her mouth, she rubbed her throat against his cock, continuing to milk him of everything he had—and that was what she wanted…everything.
He fell back into the chair and somehow dragged her off the floor and back into his lap. He kissed her hard and wild even while she felt his body continue to spasm. His tongue pushed into her mouth, possessing her. He bit at her lips, grabbed her hair, and pushed his mouth so hard against her own she felt as though he was trying to become a part of her.
He pulled back and shoved her to her feet. He stood and picked her up and started carrying her toward the bed. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you, Anne. I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up again tomorrow.”
He dropped her on the bed and reached down, caressing the side of her head. She leaned into the touch like a kitten.
“I’m going to fuck you until my essence is written so deep on you that, once you’re gone, no man can ever erase my memory from your mind.”
She laughed. A bolt of pure ecstasy pierced her soul, and she pulled him down on top of her. She grabbed his face in her hands and stared at him deeply.
“You’ve already done that, just by being you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Anne was starving. She wasn’t sure how long ago it was that she’d shown up on Grey’s door to answer his invitation to breakfast, but as they’d both gotten very, very distracted since then, they were just now getting around to the food he ordered, only most of it was cold.
She laughed at the face Grey made when he popped a cold bite of omelet into his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll just reorder.”
She flopped down on the bed while he went for the phone. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt so content and happy in her life. She reached off the side of the bed and pulled up the blankets and sheets that had fallen from the bed at some point during their activities. She covered herself and laid her head on the pillow, and almost instantly, sleep started dragging her from consciousness. She didn’t want to sleep, but she was so damn tired. She closed her eyes. Just for a second.
* * * *
Grey looked up to ask her a question about the order and saw her beautiful face completely relaxed in sleep. He went back to the call and made his best guesses as to what she’d like, then hung up. It was funny to think he’d taken possession of her body and her desires, knew every freckle on her body, knew how her breath changed just before she came, had scratches all up and down his back from his little vixen, but didn’t know if she’d prefer soup or salad with her dinner.
He made sure she was covered properly and kissed her head then went to shower. He’d make sure to take another with her once she was awake, but if he climbed into bed with her, he knew he’d have his cock buried in her body again, and she must n
eed sleep. He wondered how much time they had before she had to be back at work.
He turned on the jets, steaming, heated water poured out, and he stepped inside. He didn’t like the way time had such control over them. Not just for today, but Sunday was rapidly approaching. Though he could easily stay a few more days, arrange for a few meetings here and there after that, there would come a time when he needed to leave her and fight for Sophie. That thought very nearly unhinged him.
He couldn’t imagine walking away from Anne. He thought of all the ways she gave her lovely body to him, but more, that look in her eyes when he commanded her. And it didn’t matter what he asked of her—she was eager to try to please him. She gave of herself so freely. He’d never in his life met a woman like her, but it would only be a matter of time before she’d sated her curiosity or whatever it was that was fueling her desire for him, and that’s when she’d pull away. That’s when she’d tire of him telling her what to do. That’s when she’d tell him how sick he was for what he wanted. That’s when the look of trust in her eyes would change to one of repulsion, and from Anne, he’d never survive that. It was best he ended the affair while she still thought he was everything she’d ever wanted. Before she realized he was nothing.
He soaped and rinsed, got out, and dried just as the knock sounded at the door. He let in the room-service waiter and let him remove much of the cold breakfast offerings. He signed the bill and saw the man out. When he stepped back into the room from the alcove, he looked at Anne, still asleep, and he wondered. He had desires no woman had been able to satisfy. He wondered if he dare push Anne there.
He wondered for both their sakes.
He didn’t want to push Anne too far that she ended up regretting her time with him, but he also didn’t want to push her and find out she would accept him, because in the end, he still had to let her go. Finding out exactly how good of a match they were sexually might not be the wisest thing.
Still, he was so tempted.
He looked at her, loved the way her chest moved softly as she breathed. He knew nothing about her personally, other than her job at the hotel, the ass of an ex, and that she gave her time to a women’s shelter. How was it possible he could be having such strong feelings for a woman he truly didn’t know?
And worse, he had a three-year-old daughter to keep in mind. She didn’t need him traipsing a long parade of women through her life. And how on earth would he ever explain the day she caught him with a woman tied to his bed? No, Grey had made peace with the idea of not being in a relationship again until his daughter was grown. He could get his sex fix easily enough—at least his physical needs—and that would just have to be enough.
He would enjoy the next few days with Anne, but he would not push her further. He would not push himself. He’d just enjoy what they had together and let that be enough.
* * * *
“I just don’t know what to think. It’s Friday, and the convention wraps Sunday. He’s due to check out Monday. After that…” Her heart ached to even think it, but she forced the words out all the same. “After that, I won’t ever see him again except for on the big screen.”
Squeezed into the small kitchen off the lounge together, Jordan had her arm buried inside the coffee urn, right up to her bicep, as she scrubbed away the stains of the day.
“Honey, you have no reason to think that. He’s crazy about you. He’s always lurking when you’re at work. He’s had you stay with him. I mean, this is all going pretty fast, but I don’t think you should make assumptions about the end. Not yet, anyway.” She looked up from her task. “Unless he said something and you haven’t told me.”
Anne picked the olives off a finger sandwich from the tray beside her as she sat on the kitchen counter then pushed the rest of the sandwich in her mouth.
“Not really.”
Jordan tipped the now-clean urn up to drain on the counter near the sink and turned to face Anne, with her serious face. As she firmly crossed her arms over her chest, Anne braced herself for the worst.
“What do you mean exactly by ‘not really’?”
Anne hopped down off the counter. “He said the timing was bad.”
She tried to sound casual, like it was no big deal. Lying to Jordan was one thing, but she wasn’t quite able to lie to herself. She took one more finger sandwich then covered the rest of the tray in plastic and stuck it in the fridge.
“What is that supposed to mean exactly?” Jordan’s tone held that accusation quality to it that Anne hated.
“Excuse me.”
The voice sounded from the lounge, and Anne felt as if she’d gotten a reprieve, that was, until she rounded the corner only to find Vaughn Taylor standing in the lounge. She hadn’t met him, but who on the planet wouldn’t have recognized him? Grey had also talked quite a bit about both Vaughn and Jake. Being faced with one of them now made her stomach flip—and not in a good way at all.
“Vaughn.” Jordan’s sugary-sweet tone sounded from behind her, and for a half second, she thought perhaps Vaughn had come to see Jordan, but when his smile spread across his face but didn’t reach his eyes, eyes pinned on her, she knew there would be no reprieve.
“Hi, Jordan, it’s good to see you again. I, ah, actually came to talk to Anne.” He held out his hand, and she took it graciously. “I know we haven’t met, but I have a message for you from Grey.”
Her heart squeezed hard. He wouldn’t say good-bye to her like this…would he?
“Um…maybe I should…” Jordan looked awkwardly at Anne, clearly looking for some kind of signal, but Anne wasn’t sure what to say. “Oh hell, I’ll be downstairs.”
Jordan turned and quickly left the room, leaving Anne alone with Vaughn.
“Sorry about that. So what did Grey want?” She surprised herself, by sounding completely calm, which was not at all how she felt inside.
“He had an emergency with Sophie, so he had to leave.”
“He’s gone?”
She felt suddenly weak. Was this it? Could he really just walk away from her and never look back? She understood it was going to have to end, but so abruptly, without even a personal good-bye? She couldn’t believe he would do that to her after everything they’d shared.
“I feel kind of stupid. Of course, he’s gone.”
Her brain sent her conflicting messages. She wanted to ask about Sophie but wasn’t sure it would be appropriate. She hated that there was a problem, but she and Grey had never really talked much about his daughter. She’d sort of gotten the message that his real life was off limits, yet somehow she had forgotten that it was just sex, and to pretty much everyone else on the planet, sex didn’t mean anything, and it didn’t guarantee her even as much as a personal good-bye.
“Can you just tell him I said thanks for everything? I had a lot of fun.”
She hoped Vaughn would just take that and leave, because she felt the tears burning in her eyes, but she refused to add insult to injury and cry like a stupid girl in front of the best friend.
“Sweetheart, he’ll be back, probably Sunday morning.” He pulled out a lavender envelope from his back pocket and extended it to her. “Here. Sorry, I’m a bad messenger.”
He smiled, showing two deep dimples in either cheek. Anne took the envelope from him rather gingerly as if she were afraid it would bite her.
“If you need anything while he’s gone, you call me. Either Jake or I will get you whatever you need, okay?”
She was confused by his words. They seemed far from empty. She could tell he meant it, and she honestly felt taken care of even though Grey was nowhere around. It was almost her undoing. All her life she’d been the one taking care of everything and everyone. Now she had, in essence, three men at her beck and call to make certain she had anything she needed. The strange thing was, in that moment, all she really felt she needed was Grey.
“Thank you, but I’m sure I won’t need anything.” She moved over to the desk, hoping he’d leave so she could read the letter. She had
no idea what Grey had said, but she knew she wanted to be alone when she read it.
He followed her to the desk, and she felt his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and turned to face him.
“Sorry.” He held both his hands in the air as if to assure her it wouldn’t happen again. “Look, you’ve only known Grey a few days, but I’ve known him my whole life. He’s into you. You just gotta give him some time to figure it out.”
“Um, okay?” She was so not comfortable discussing what Grey did, or did not, feel about her. She was so unsure of what she was doing and what he meant by “bad timing,” and her heart was working overtime trying to betray her and attach itself to him. She just wanted to be left alone.
“I guess I’ll go then.”
She smiled, though the gesture felt tight and awkward.
“Thanks.” She waved the note in the air. “For this.”
He gave her a small salute with two fingers to his brow then turned and left. She sat at the desk for an eternity, wanting to read his words but afraid of what they’d be. If he was going to say good-bye, in person would have been her preference. She thought. She was getting terribly attached, and maybe this was better.
The phone rang, startling her and pulling her attention from the note. She laid it on the desk and grabbed for the phone.
“Towers lounge, this is Anne. How can I help you?”
She pressed the receiver between her shoulder and ear and started to straighten the top of the desk mindlessly.
“Annie, it’s me.”
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“What do you want, Cole? I’m working, and I already told you I’m not giving you any money.”
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