by Evelyn Adams
“So where are you really going?”
I glanced over, surprised to still find Jared standing next to me. The door opened and I stepped inside the car.
“I’m spending the weekend with Alex,” I said as the elevator closed on his shit-eating grin.
I made it across town in record time and double-parked because I didn’t want to take the extra time to get to her. She must have felt some of the same urgency as me. I made it as far as the front door to her building when she came down the stairs. Looking like every fantasy I’d ever had come to life. Black stilettos, black pencil-thin skirt, crisp white menswear-styled shirt that made me picture her in my house wearing nothing but my dress shirt, and red lacquered lips I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around my cock. I was hard just thinking about it.
“Hello, beautiful.” I took her by the elbow and leaned in to nuzzle her neck, breathing in the rich scent of peonies and roses.
“Hey you.” She tipped her head, offering me the long, slender column of her neck, and gripped the lapels of my suit coat.
One of us needed to move and quick, or I was going to push her up against the wall, sink my hands into her sleek hair and set about smearing her lipstick.
“Are you sure I don’t need to bring anything for the weekend? You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
I’d thought about taking her somewhere exotic, but as soon as I decided to abandon my no-sex plan, all I could think about was getting inside her as quickly as possible. Travel time didn’t figure into that. My house, with its playroom and collection of toys, felt too far away, but if I hit the lights right, we could be pulling into my drive in fifteen minutes.
“I have everything you need,” I said, arching an eyebrow at her.
She rolled her eyes but I could see the way her pulse kicked up at her throat. She wanted this too. Now to convince her to go along with the rest of my idea.
I WAS NERVOUS. WHAT KIND of sense did that make? I’d been naked and tied up with this man, on my knees with his cock down my throat. He had given me handfuls of orgasms. It wasn’t like it was our first date or something. We knew each other. I don’t know if it was my talk with Meredith and dragging my emotions out into the clear light of day or if it was because he’d agreed to open his house on the home tour for me. Something I knew he didn’t want to do. Something he’d done because he at least had some kind of feelings for me beyond the tie me up/tie me down kind. Regardless of the reason, something had changed.
He didn’t touch me on the ride to his house. His hands stayed at ten and two and his gaze straight ahead, as if he was demanding the distance to close between us and our destination by sheer force of will. He pulled the car into the circle behind the house and was out his door and around to my side of the car before I managed to get free of my seat belt. Instead of offering me his hand or some other kind of civilized response, he hoisted me up into his arms, planting his shoulder in my mid-section in a kind of fireman’s carry.
“Neanderthal!” I gasped out between giggles.
“And proud of it.”
He smacked my ass hard enough to make me yelp and then we were through the door and up the stairs to his bedroom, and I lost my breath for a completely different reason. I’d gotten a quick glimpse of the room on our previous tour, but I’d never been inside. We played in the playroom or in his sitting room. We’d never done anything as mundane as get in bed together, but there it was, standing like the down pillow duvet-covered equivalent of a flashing neon sign.
Erik set me on my feet just long enough to cradle my face in his hands and kiss me like I was the air he needed to breathe and then his fingers went to work on my shirt. He wrestled with the tiny buttons, his fingers uncharacteristically clumsy.
“Take it off,” he said, his voice strained in a way that sent heat curling low in my body. “All of it. I want every single scrap of clothing between your skin and my mouth off. Now.”
I made quick work of the buttons while he yanked on his tie, freeing it from his collar with a snap that made my mouth water. He undid two buttons and then grabbed the open collar of his shirt and hauled it over his head. I paused in the middle of toeing off my shoes to drink in his spectacular chest. Seriously, there were valleys and ridges etched across the planes of his stomach, and I planned to follow every single one. With my tongue.
“Move, Alex,” he said, reaching for his belt.
I slid off my heels and made quick work of my blouse and skirt. I’d worn white lace panties and a sheer white demi bra because he seemed to like the naughty librarian thing. I’d smoothed my hair into a French twist for the same reason. At the moment, he didn’t look like he was interested in anything other than devouring me. He pinned me with his gaze as I stripped off the lace, baring myself completely. The naked hunger in his eyes made my mouth water and I took a step closer and reached for his waistband.
“Not this time.” He twisted out of my grasp. “On the bed, beautiful, back against the pillows, knees up and legs spread wide. Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you or I’ll bind you in place so you can’t get away from me.”
The implied threat added an edge to my desire and for a fraction of a second, I debated defying him to see what would happen. Then he pushed his pants over his hips, revealing his hard cock stretching out from under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and my focus narrowed to finding the fastest way to get him in bed with me. To take him inside me.
Unwilling to look away for even a moment, I scooted up the bed until my back hit the wall of pillows. Keeping my gaze pinned to the gorgeous half-naked man in front of me, I reached over my head and grabbed the metal bar on the headboard. The position pushed my breasts forward but he kept his attention on my face while he stripped off the last of his clothing. His hard, thick cock jutted in front of him and I licked my lips—not from some artificial attempt at seducing him—because I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth and suck him until his head fell back and the muscles of his neck tensed as he came apart under my tongue.
“Fuck, Alex. The way you’re looking at me.” He shook his head as he stalked toward me. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. The sooner I make you come, the sooner I can give both of us what we want.”
Bending my knees, I hurried to comply. I planted the heels of my feet in the soft duvet and opened my legs, letting him see every inch of me, exposing every bit of my already soaked sex.
“That’s it, beautiful. You are so fucking wet. Just for me. For me to taste. For me to fuck.”
Erik crawled onto the bed and my stomach tightened in anticipation. We’d done plenty of things to each other. I’d had lots and lots of orgasms with this man, but we’d never been together like this. Both of us naked. The filthy, possessive words pushed every one of my boundaries and made me want to give everything to this man who’d somehow made me feel so much.
“I’m close,” I said, my voice a breathy whisper. “I’m already so close. Fuck me, please.”
His answering growl stripped the last of my control and reduced me to begging.
“Please, Erik. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
He moved up my body and for a moment, I thought he’d relent and give me what I knew we both wanted. Instead, he kissed me, cupping my head and working my hair free from its pins.
“Not yet. I want you so much it hurts but when I finally sink into your tight little pussy, I’m not going to be able to stop myself, so you have to come first.”
He nipped at my earlobe and I tipped my head, baring my throat to him like an animal for her mate. For the first time in my life, I realized what it meant to hand that kind of control to someone else. The idea rocked me to my core, but I didn’t doubt for a second that Erik was man enough to handle it, to trust with everything.
“Don’t distract me or we’re going to have to start all over again.” He scraped his teeth gently over the pulse point at the base of my throat and then worked his way down my body until he was wedged between my thighs.
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bsp; Palming my ass, he kissed me, sucking on my clit and tracing my labia with the flat of his tongue. I white-knuckled the headboard, desperate to hold on, to stay still so he had no reason to make good on his threat. I was already so close just from imagining this moment. It wouldn’t take anything to push me over the edge. Pressing his thumb against my opening, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, hard rhythmic pulses that pushed me higher and higher, desire coiling tight deep inside until there was nowhere else for it to go. No way to hold it inside me.
“Erik. Fuck. God, I’m coming.”
He kept up the delicious, relentless onslaught with his mouth until my legs shook and I was squirming to get a break to catch my breath.
“Please,” I said, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “I need ...”
“I know, baby.” He pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh before sucking on the tender skin. Knowing I’d wear his mark gave me a perverse amount of pleasure. Even if he and I were the only ones who knew. I didn’t want to think about what that meant. I didn’t want to think about my feelings or anything beyond finally taking Erik inside me.
Getting to his knees, he reached for a condom on the nightstand, and I watched, spellbound, as he sheathed himself. Nothing mattered but the two of us. The world didn’t exist beyond the boundary of Erik’s bed.
“I’ve wanted this for so damn long,” he said, gripping my hips and positioning himself at my opening. “Since the moment you fell into my arms.”
“Me, too.” I pulled against the headboard, raising myself up as far as I could so I could watch him enter me.
I was slick and swollen, and he fought for every inch, stretching me, giving me a chance to get used to the delicious invasion before sinking the whole way home. I felt the slap of his balls against my ass and then he froze, fingers tight on my hips, holding completely still. The muscles on his neck corded and his stomach tightened as if he were fighting a battle with himself.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
And then he started to move and there wasn’t space for words. There wasn’t room for anything but the way our bodies wedded together. He bent over me, claiming my lips as he drove inside me, fucking my mouth with his tongue as his cock filled me. I gave up trying to be still, gave up holding onto the headboard and twined my arms around his neck, tugging his hair to pull him closer.
Cradling my head to his chest, he sat up, taking me with him until I straddled his lap, his cock hitting so deep inside me, I felt him everywhere.
“Take what you need, beautiful. Come for me again.” Gripping my hand, he guided our fingers to my aching clit. I rode our combined hands and his cock as he drove himself up into me, pushing us higher with each thrust. Pleasure spiraled in on itself, filling me until I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Coming. God, I’m coming.” I gasped out the words as the climax rocketed through me, tightening everything before releasing me to shatter into a million beautiful pieces.
Erik clutched me to him, gripping my hip and cradling my head as he drove up into me with an uncontrolled passion. I clung to him, sobbing his name as he came apart in my arms.
I WOKE WITH Alex in my arms and too many questions working their way around in my brain to let me sleep. I hadn’t slept with a woman since Julie and not really anyone before that. There was an intimacy in sleep, a vulnerability. I’d never really cared for it before. I’d done it in other relationships because it was the next logical step and the woman expected it but it had been a compromise. Something I did for them, not because I wanted it myself. I fucking loved waking with Alex curled against me, her warm body fitted to mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally joined together. I wanted to sleep that way every night.
Clearly, I’d lost my mind. Dr. Smithson and I—it felt so long since I’d thought of her like that—were exploring the finer points of BDSM and pushing the boundaries to include recreational fucking. We weren’t in a relationship. At least we weren’t supposed to be. We’d never negotiated for that, which didn’t mean I couldn’t fix it. I might not be able to offer her a house full of children and porch rockers but that didn’t mean we couldn’t come to some kind of mutually beneficial relationship.
If Jared was right, Alex would be able to go back to seeing clients in a matter of days. My grip tightened reflexively on her hip and I forced my hand to relax before I woke her. I intended to do that by sliding my cock inside her as soon as I got my head in the right place. We’d covered a lot of ground before we fell asleep but there were still dozens of things I wanted to do with her and that was just off the top of my head. I hadn’t begun to dig deep.
I hated the idea of her being with anyone else, another first for me. Jealousy never usually played into my feelings. If she didn’t see clients, she’d need something else to do. It wasn’t like I could call in some favors and hook her up with a gender studies professorship. I ran through the list of people I knew in academics just to make sure but no—no magic job there. If there were jobs to be had, she wouldn’t need my help anyway. We might have disagreements on what it meant to be dominant and submissive, but I didn’t have any doubt Alex was more than capable of making her own way. I was as crazy about her brilliant mind as I was about her body.
I seriously doubted I could get her to take up law, so paralegal was out. Which meant she’d go back to her business, and I’d go back to being screwed. Unless I figured out a way to blend the two together.
She’d let me pay her for sessions before. What if I became her only client—not forever; neither one of us fit the courtesan-benefactor stereotype—just in the short-term until we figured out what we were doing together. Maybe another month or two and we’d be out of each other’s systems and on to whatever came next. The thought felt off, disingenuous. Wrong. Holding Alex’s sleeping warmth in my arms, I had a hard time imagining ever being willing to say good-bye. I didn’t have to figure any of that out now. Being her only client would let me kick the can down the road for a bit. Maybe by the time I ran out of asphalt, I’d have another, better plan in place. Maybe.
Alex let out a soft snore and I grinned into the early dawn light. Things like that weren’t supposed to be sexy, but everything about this woman in my arms made me want her a little more. I curled around her, rolling her on her side so I could fit my cock against the soft seam of her ass. She rocked back in her sleep, wedging tighter into me. My chest tightened, knowing she wanted me, that she’d move toward me, even in sleep. Pressing my lips to the back of her neck, I breathed in sex, warm woman and the rich floral scent she wore. I slid my hand from her hip over the gentle swell of her stomach to cup her breast.
For a moment, I just lay there holding a sleeping Alex in my arms, a sense of certainty that things were exactly the way they were supposed to be washing over me. I didn’t know what it meant or how I planned to reorder my life to include her. I hadn’t planned on a relationship, but I wasn’t ready to let the lifting of the lawsuit create an artificial deadline and I sure as hell wasn’t ready to share. I squeezed her breast possessively.
“Everything okay?” she said, her voice a sleepy murmur.
“Better than okay.”
Spreading her thighs wide enough to allow me to position my cock against her slick opening, I teased her clit with my fingers, urging her body’s response. In one smooth motion, I thrust inside her, losing myself in the overwhelming sensation of having her skin to skin, no barriers between us. Curled around her, holding her in my arms, I started to move.
“THE MAN CAN work a flogger and a spatula.” I sat at Erik’s kitchen island, wearing nothing but a threadbare Tulane University T-shirt that smelled like him. He’d woken me with an orgasm and the promise of breakfast and he’d delivered on both. Dude was some kind of sex god who handled an omelet almost as deftly as he handled my clit.
“What can I say; I aim to please.” He arched an eyebrow in false modesty before polishing off the last of his eggs.
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p; He’d slipped an apron over his bare chest while he made breakfast, which made sense from an unwanted burn standpoint but was a sad waste of spectacular abs. Now that I’d seen all of the man’s body—run my tongue over it—I had a hard time with even the concept of clothing. It was like putting a drape over Michelangelo’s David. Some things should never be covered. Of course, that would mean no suits or ties. I licked the cheese off the back of my fork, weighing the pros and cons in my head.
“You keep looking at me like that, kitten, and I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you again before you finish your breakfast.”
“We’re back to kitten. I thought we’d moved past that,” I said, trying to sound incensed but failing because too much of my cognitive power was tied up in finding a flaw in the countertop plan. The eggs were good, exceptional even, but still just eggs. I could eat any time.
His expression shifted and for a moment, instead of sexy pirate, he looked like he was trying to puzzle something out. It was an unusual glimpse of uncertainty from a man normally confident to a fault.
“We’ve definitely moved past where we started.” His gaze searched my face and I froze in place, my forkful of cheesy eggs momentarily forgotten.
To say that things between us had changed was an understatement. At the deposition, he hated me. Now we were at least friends and lovers in the literal sense. I muffled the part of me that hoped we were more, the part of my psyche that had wandered unprotected down the path toward the L word. Knowing it was true and saying the whole word even in my head were two completely different things.
“One of the partners at my firm told me they’re almost ready to settle your case. Which means the cease-and-desist will be removed.”
The fork clattered to my plate. I’d known the suit was moving forward. Charlotte had told me as much, but I hadn’t realized we were so close to the end.
“How soon?” I had so many thoughts and emotions rolling around in my head. The cease-and-desist had given us a kind of pocket of space to explore this thing between us. Its removal presented an arbitrary deadline. One I didn’t yet understand.
