And she needed it just as much. She tangled her fingers in my hair, kissing me, tasting my cock and her own sweet pussy on my lips. Her primal moan drove us both over the edge. She lifted her hips, meeting me as I thrust, as I poured myself inside her. I could feel my own heavy jets of come, releasing in pulse after pulse of agonizing pleasure. The cries of her own climax came with every release of my seed… She could feel me coming in her… and it was like nothing I’d ever known…
“Oh my… God… Will…,” she moaned, gripping the back of my neck. I could feel her hot mouth against my throat and the drawing, squeezing pull of her lingering orgasm. Her pussy sucked me, the muscles working in a silky, rolling motion… I dropped my face to her heaving breast and took her nipple, sucking, too. And we rocked each other gently, each of us so sensitive that the tiniest movement felt like a climax of its own…
Somewhere later, in the deepest part of the night, I gathered her up and carried her to my bed. Gentle as I was, I woke her anyway…
and spent as we were, the need for each other was even stronger…
20
Angelina
What the hell was I doing?
I shuffled downstairs as quietly as I could, zipping and buttoning as I went. I’d taken enough time to scratch out a hasty note and I’d left it on my pillow. He had still been asleep, and I’d lingered just long enough to notice how easily he slept. His dark hair tousled… his slow and steady breathing. I had watched his chest, rising and falling, and I knew I had to get out.
Crazy… fucking crazy…,” I muttered under my breath, as I navigated the flagstones in the weak morning light. “I’m fucking my fucking boss…”
I stopped halfway to the cottage, working to catch my breath. The ocean view was incredible… the water moving back and forth, the salty air reminding me of…
“I can’t do this…,” I said to myself. I’m a mother and I’m a plain vanilla sex kind of girl… Women who have a family to support don’t do things like this… “And they sure as hell don’t beg their boss to tie them up and screw them…”
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to cover the evidence, taking the rest of the path as slowly as I could. Violet would be awake soon, and Mattie was always up doing yoga before dawn. Hell, she’d probably known better than I had, just what I was getting myself into. Mattie had been into the Dom/sub lifestyle for a while… although I’d only ever known her to be with Rex… Still, there was something about the whole idea that made me squirm inside. It was wrong, wasn’t it? To like that sort of thing? To want to dominate another person sexually, or to be dominated by them?
Except that I could hardly deny I’d never even come close to the kind of pleasure Will offered.
And it wasn’t as if we were strangers…
He’s practically admitted he has feelings for you, I told myself. He searched for you… gave you this job… And he was so amazing with Violet… I reached the back door and looked through the glass. Mattie was in warrior pose, and gave me a bright grin.
Easy for you, I thought, to live on the edge. You’re bright and brave and daring…. All the things I’ve never been. I didn’t have the time… I couldn’t take the risk. Not with a little girl, not when I was too busy being both mother and father…
I opened the door and slipped in, feeling like a guilty thief…
“Hey, girl,” she said, with her usual lightness. She narrowed her eyes and gave me a scrutinizing look that made me feel naked…
“Looks like somebody got all her buttons pushed last night.”
“You don’t understand,” I said again. “He’s my boss and this is a fucking bad idea. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase not to… well not to do what I just did. Again…”
“And you didn’t hear what I said,” she shot back easily. Damn her casual hide…
“I said, it’s completely normal to get a little freaked out. And sure it’s a little more complicated because he’s paying your salary…”
“And providing the roof over our heads,” I added.
“Ok. So it’s not the simplest arrangement. I’m just saying this guy is smokin’ hot and has got an obvious obsession with you.” She tucked a foot under her ass and leaned her arm over the back of the sofa. Violet’s music was soft in the background. “What’s the harm in seeing where this could go? It was amazing, right? You don’t even have to admit it. I can see it all over you.”
I shook my head and reached out for Miri. She was curled up between us, with her soft head resting on my lap. “It was amazing,” I said. “But it’s not the point.”
“How is it not the point?”
“Sooner or later, this job is going to be over,” I said. “And we’re going to go back to Seattle and leave all this behind. I’m not even sure how I feel about all the… well, you know. But to risk getting emotionally attached and then have it all end… Worse still, for Violet to get hurt…”
“Excuses,” Mattie said flatly.
“What…?”
You’re making excuses, not to put a little trust in someone else’s hands for a change.”
“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing with you and Donna all these years?” I asked. “I trust the two of you more than I trust my own mother. The only thing I share with her is a Christmas card…”
“I’m talking about men, and you know it,” she shot back. “You spent the last six years pining after Will. A man who wasn’t around,” she said emphatically. “And you only went out with wimpy little guys who had no will of their own. Of course, you never found your match in any of them. And now that you have, you’re scared to death. I can see that look in your eyes, and I can smell an excuse a mile away… I’m not telling you how to live your life, Angie. I just want you to have a life.
And sometimes… hell, all the time… that means taking a risk. Having the balls to take a chance.
I just don’t want you to run, before you’re really sure what it is you’re running from…”
The rest of the week, I did make excuses. I was too busy with work, too tired at the end of the day… too devoted to spending every spare minute with Violet. I’d been avoiding him, and we both knew it. To his credit, he didn’t push me. It was almost as if he knew the struggle going on inside me.
“Are you sure you can’t come with us?” Mattie asked, as I buttoned Vi into her thickest sweater. Even on a warm day, the wind on the ferry could be cold.
“I’ve got a shipment of furniture coming in at one,” I answered. “Will you bring us back a bag of apples from the market?” I asked Violet. She smiled and let her eyes flicker over mine. “Let her buy flowers, too,” I said to Mattie as I straightened up. “She likes the purple ones.”
“I know what she likes,” Mattie said, with a wink. “Let’s go, muffin. Come on, Miri…”
And just like that, I was alone. On an island with a man I craved like food and water and air. The shipment I was expecting was for his bedroom. The other items were ones I’d chosen as I sat up late at night, unable to sleep. All the finishing touches for the bedroom….and for the other room…
Our playroom, he called it. And it turned out to be amazingly easy to find hundreds of choices. Toys, straps… paddles… I’d gone to sleep at night with disturbing and exciting images that invaded my dreams. More often than not, I ended up having to reach down with my fingers for a fleeting climax before I could drift off. But Will was always there in my mind, in my dreams, looking dark and seductive, luring me into an erotic and frightening world. I would wake up wet and aching for what only he could give me. And as the days passed, it took more and more effort to push away another thought that made my heart pound…
My cycles had always been undependable. And the doctors had told me, after Violet was born, that there was some scarring… They told me it was unlikely I’d ever have another child…
But I’d added one more small item to the thousands of dollars in merchandise I’d ordered. I was sure I was wrong… there was no reason to be
lieve…
But then I was starting to believe in a lot of things
I’d never believed in before.
21
Will
She’d been avoiding me.
I shuffled through orders and receipts. Yet I couldn’t deny she was doing an incredible job. And the house was coming together beautifully. She had an innate sense of style, and with very little guidance on my part was creating a feeling of casual, easy luxury. Everything she’d chosen suited the house… and me… perfectly. That alone was reason enough not to push her. Plus, the longer it took for her to finish, the better…
I could sense she still fighting the truth… the truth of the feelings waking up inside her, the truth between us. She knew what she wanted deep down, but it frightened her. She was straddling an invisible line between what she saw as her real life of duty and responsibility, and what she viewed as a sort of fantasy life that had only recently started to feel very real. She hadn’t yet given herself permission to fully accept what was happening between us. And as much as I wanted there to be honestly between us, there was still something we’d never addressed. Not head-on. And it was time…
And so I’d arranged for us to have a night on the town. As soon as the new shipment of furniture was unloaded, I was stealing her away. Drinks, dinner, a walk under the trees that lined the streets of Seattle. I wanted to take her on a date. For even with everything we’d shared, we’d never shared that. And I wanted to put a safe, familiar face on what she was afraid of…
I watched the boat pull up to the dock and stripped off my shirt, draped it over the back of my chair. A few workmen were coming along to deal with the unloading. But it never hurt to have an extra set of hands…
The sound of splintering wood cracked through air.
I wiped the sweat off my brow with a bare forearm, and wedged the crow bar a little deeper. One more heave and the last crate was open. The flagstone patio was strewn with discarded packing materials.
“That’s the last of it,” Angelina said, looking at the clipboard in her hand. “The wardrobe goes in the master bedroom along with the bombe chest and the silk Persian… Just take up the rest of the boxes up and leave them on the gallery.” She shot out instructions to the men like a pro. “Leave them sealed,” she added. “We’ll take care of those ourselves.”
I tossed the crowbar into the grass and grabbed up a pair of water bottles from an open ice chest. I tossed down half, pouring the rest over my head and chest. I forced my way through the packing debris and handed her the other.
“Your taste is exquisite,” I said, standing only far enough away to prevent dripping on her.
“I’m glad you like everything… I was nervous about choosing on my own for the master suite…”
I leaned a little closer, risking her delicate sweater. “I wasn’t talking about the furniture…,” I added with a sinful smile. “But that’s perfect, too.”
I watched, pleased as her nipples tightened and she clutched her clipboard closer to her chest. “You don’t think the carpet was too extravagant?” Her cheeks burned and she turned away to direct one of the men with a movement of her hand.
“I think you have a thorough understanding of the textures I enjoy,” I answered, taking her arms and pulling her to my bare chest. “It makes me curious about what’s inside the other boxes… the ones we’ll be unpacking in private.”
Her color deepened as she put her hands on my chest and looked up into my eyes. There was something both shy and erotic as hell about the gesture. “I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know exactly what to buy for the…”
“Playroom?” I finished, pulling her aside and under the shelter of a tree. “Anything you choose. Anything that would give you pleasure would give me pleasure,” I said, hardening at the touch of her hands on my belly. “We’ll open them tonight… together…
But first, I’m going to shower and change. You’ll find a package of your own, waiting in the cottage. You’re not the only one who’s been shopping…”
“Wait… you bought something for me…?”
“You’ve been working non-stop for days… weeks, Angel,” I said, using hands to hold her face, my thumbs to lightly outline her mouth. “You deserve a night out.
I’ve got the boat waiting at the dock and reservations at Priori in the city. I’m asking you out on a date, sweetheart. With all the things we’ve shared, I’ve never taken you on a proper date. And so I bought you a dress, along with a few special accessories…
I thought tonight would be the perfect chance for us to escape for a few hours, to take some time for ourselves... “ I kissed her, relishing the feel of her in my arms. “But right now, I need to get cleaned up…” I ran my hands lightly down her sides and curved them around the swell of her ass. “If we were alone,” I whispered against her hair, “I’d strip you naked right here… and carry you up the stairs…
That’s something else we haven’t done together yet, sweetheart… And the thought of you wet and my hands all soapy…”
“Hey, lady… This go upstairs with the others?” The voice startled us both and we broke apart, laughing. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to slow the impatient beating of my heart. “So I’ll wait,” I said, still greedily taking her in with my eyes. “A little longer…
I’ll pick you up at your door at six.
Wear everything…”
22
Angelina
I watched him go, long legs swinging easily, comfortably from narrow hips. His jeans hung, just so… his ass perfectly hard, his shoulders broad and heavily muscled. A deep, delicious hollow lined his spine and disappeared under his waistband. I imagined him, wet from the shower and hard… thinking of me…
It took all the focus I could manage to give the last instructions, to sign the last of the paperwork. Finally, the workers headed back to the dock and I headed straight for the cottage. I had barely over an hour to get ready.
A bundle of packages was waiting on the doorstep, all tied up, with a pink satin bow. I caught the inside of my cheek in my teeth and drew in a sucking breath. Okay… I get it…, I thought, gathering the packages in my arms and picking up a glossy, pink paper bag. My stomach was turning with butterflies as I spread everything out over my bed. As much as I wanted to take my time and savor, I didn’t have much time. I needed a shower, too… but I had to find out what Will had bought for me…
I tore into the packages like a little kid at Christmastime, starting with the largest and working my way down. The first held a dress that left me stunned. It was a pale silver color with flecks of gold, with an off the shoulder neckline and the skirt blossomed out from the tiny waist and reached just above the ankle. Tea length.
There was a pair of pink slingbacks, with heels high enough I’d reach Will’s shoulder… And there was a matching pink bag… I looked at the label and felt a wave of dizziness. These alone must have cost as much as the antique silk carpet…
I sat down, suddenly overwhelmed, and opened the last two boxes. One contained a pale pink bra and panty set, made of lace, with a French label I couldn’t pronounce. I picked up the panties… heavy for their delicate appearance, and I ran my fingers over the fabric. It was like touching a hundred loose pearls. Inside the white silk lining, there were tiny beads that rolled when I touched them, creating a friction… an anticipation of how it would feel to slip them on…
I got up and stripped off my damp clothes, turning on the shower to let the cold water run warm. One more package waited… but the size of it made me pause. I turned it over in my hand, testing its weight, feeling something shift inside and reluctantly put it back down. I glanced at the ticking clock, left it sitting on the countertop and headed for the bathroom.
Ten minutes to six…
I twirled in my high heels, letting the full skirt billow out around my legs. I was dressed and ready, with my hair twisted up on the back of my head and just the perfect touch of makeup. It was amazing how much the dress reminded
me of the one I’d worn the first time Will and I had been together…
But now when I looked in the mirror, I saw a woman looking back, not the girl I’d been then. And Will was anything but out of reach now… My prince was taking me out and he’d bought me a ball gown, for God’s sake… I stared at the little box on the table, sat down, and the mystery of the pearls was solved as they rolled softly against my tender clit. I shifted, ever so lightly and felt the sensation heighten a hundred fold… Wear everything, he’d said. I shifted again, and realized that this date would be like no other. Two hours, maybe more… taking the boat and then having dinner. It was already the most exquisite torture… and he wasn’t even here yet…
I hadn’t had time to think. And I didn’t have time now… But as much as I was looking forward to tonight, my nerves were ticking away, just under the surface. I’d been expecting a delivery from the pharmacy, too, and all day I’d kept an eye out for a paper bag with my name on it. It either hadn’t made it to the dock with all the crates, or it had gotten lost in the confusion…
“Pick it up another tonight,” I told myself out loud, pushing a loose curl over my ear. “It’s easy enough to tell him I need to pick up some medicine for Violet…”
But my heart was pounding and my stomach was turning nervous flips. Even if I got the test and managed to take it, even if it was negative and I knew I wasn’t pregnant…
I still knew full well how this evening was going to end. With Will’s cock buried inside me, his seed filling me. Even if I hadn’t already been caught, I was playing with fire and I knew it. No matter how remote the chance, I had gotten pregnant once…. There was always a chance it could happen again. And deep down the idea excited me as much as it terrified me. How would he feel, if he knew I was carrying his child…? I thought. Would he be as sweet and caring as he’d been toward his niece? Was he the kind of man who would welcome fatherhood… or would he run from anything that bound him to one woman…?
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