"Oh, no," he muttered. "We're going to do this my way. That's a promise."
"Please, Clay," she cried. "Fuck me hard."
He placed his hands on her knees pushing them out against the rug and opening her even wider.
Another inch slid inside her. Eliza groaned and bit her bottom lip. Couldn't he tell he was driving her slowly insane? She tightened her muscles, trying to literally suck him deeper into her pussy. He laughed and held himself back.
"Not so fast, my sweet," he murmured against her ear. "Let's make this last until we both are screaming in ecstasy."
A warning bell rang distantly in her head. Those words sounded familiar. But when another inch of his incredibly hard shaft slid inside her, only to be withdrawn before she could react, all she could concentrate on was the riotous feelings racing through her.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs, placed her hands on his butt and pulled with all her might. Finally, she thought as his full length thrust into her quivering pussy.
"Ah," she screamed as her innermost nerves exploded. She felt the jerking of his cock as he reached his own orgasm, his seed soaking her inner walls.
* * * *
Eliza awoke with a slight feeling of disorientation. She was warm, her muscles as relaxed as they had ever been. There was a warm fire cracking and popping behind her and soft fur underneath her.
Lying on top of her, his cock starting to slowly expand inside her, was a hero worthy of any fantasy.
She opened her eyes and looked into the burning desire of the blue-black coals of his. His lips settled on hers and he began thrusting again. His cock moved easily, as their mixed body fluids began to heat. Her nerves, only seconds ago as pliant as cooked noodles, suddenly started to hum with desire. His tongue stroked inside her bottom lip, sucking gently and enticing her tongue to play.
They rocked together for long moments but their passion wouldn't be denied. Soon he was thrusting, harder and harder, and she was meeting each of his movements with an answering of her own, drawing him deeper inside her, wanting nothing more than to grab the glittering glow of satisfaction that hovered just out of her reach. When they rushed to the edge of the pinnacle and fell over it, Eliza felt tears build in her eyes at the beauty of the moment.
Just before she fell asleep a second time, she admitted to herself that she loved Clay Johnson. Perhaps that's why she dreamed he told her he loved her as well.
Chapter 4
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When Eliza woke, she was alone and, for a moment, she thought everything had been nothing more than a wonderful, erotic dream. But the stickiness between her legs and sore muscles told her otherwise.
Still, she couldn't just lie on a bearskin rug naked and wait for her dream lover to return.
She got up and went in search of a bathroom. She found an unbelievable one with a whirlpool tub that she filled with the perfect temperature of water. When she finally eased into the bubbling, steamy water, she sighed in ecstasy. She leaned her head back against the warm, soft headrest and looked up at a huge moon-filled skylight. Funny, she'd never thought of Alaska as paradise, but right now, she couldn't imagine any place better in the world to be.
A small sound reached her and she turned her head. He came into the bathroom on nearly silent feet. He was wearing his jeans, top button unsnapped and his spectacular chest was bare. The jeans outlined every inch of his magnificent package. Eliza licked her lips in anticipation. Her eyes darted upward and widened at the sight he held in one hand, much like a waiter at a posh resort. He carried a silver tray laden with champagne, long stemmed glasses and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream.
"I thought we could both use a little sustenance," he said, setting the tray on the edge of the tub then leaning over and taking her lips in a mind-numbing kiss.
"How did you know I've been dreaming of strawberries and champagne?" Eliza asked when they finally parted.
"Oh, just lucky I guess." He poured her a flute of golden champagne, then poured one for him. Eliza watched the completely unconscious movements and felt a little thrill in her heart. It was all she could do not to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. This was just like something out of one of Satin's books.
Suddenly, it hit Eliza. This entire trip was from a Satin book, "Alaskan Dreams." Eliza took another drink from her champagne while her thoughts raced. Was it coincidence or something else?
When he slid into the tub and moved toward her, a gleam in his eye, she gulped. Decisions, decisions. Should she just blurt her questions?
He took the glass from her nerveless fingers and took a sip from the exact spot where her lips had been. After one sip, he took another and lowered his head to her breast, suckling her nipple into his mouth. The contrast of her heated skin meeting the cool liquid in his mouth sent shock waves rippling through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his erect cock slide into her pussy. The position, her sitting on his lap allowed the length of her inner canal to measure him completely. She felt closer to him in every way than she had to any other person in her life.
She wrapped her arms around his neck threw back her head and let the sigh of ecstasy escape.
"God, you feel wonderful in my arms, Liza," he whispered against her neck. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her slightly. She slid high on his cock then drifted downward again. Their sighs mingled on the steam-filled air. When the quivering of both their bodies slowed, he started to lift her again. This time she helped, using thigh muscles she thought woefully under-developed to lift herself higher. As his cock slipped from her, she clenched her pelvis muscles contracting against the tip of him and holding him steady. His eyelids lifted and she saw the gleam of surprised delight in his eyes.
"Trying to take control here, little one?" he asked.
"Not really," she answered on a gasp as he flexed his own hips and surged deeper inside her. With her clenched inner muscles, the movement seemed to make him feel even larger, if possible.
She rolled her pelvis a touch and felt the spasms of his cock in response. She didn't care who was in control and who wasn't at this point. All that mattered was getting this man as close to her as possible.
She lowered her head and met his lips, their tongues dancing and dueling in delight. His hands fitted around her hips, lifted her then slammed her back down against his own pelvis. When her quivering had almost died down, Clay trailed a finger down her butt before inserting it along the length of his cock stretching her inner muscles to a fullness she wouldn't have believed possible. She felt her release start deep inside and moaned into his mouth. Her gasp met his and, just before her vision went black, Liza knew he was following her over the edge into ecstasy.
* * * *
Liza didn't know how long it took for her to come back to her senses. It could have been minutes, but since the relaxed muscles in her legs were starting to go a bit numb, she doubted it. What she did know was that Clay was still holding her on his lap and his cock was still buried inside her. Although not hard, it was a long way from flaccid. A little tensing of her pussy walls sparked a satisfying outcome.
"God, woman," he growled. "Are you trying to kill me?"
She laughed and looked into his beautiful, sparkling eyes. She saw humor, desire and above all, satisfaction there. The same thing she was sure he could see in her eyes.
"You know, even studs like Fabio get a break every now and then." He moved one hand and patted her lightly on the butt then slowly disengaged them. "I need something to eat before we go another round."
Liza straightened her shoulders. Time to have it out. This latest comment about Fabio, the hero in Satin's last book, could no longer be considered a coincidence. Something was definitely up.
"What do you know about Fabio?"
Clay sat back against the edge of the whirlpool. "Fabio? W-e-l-l-l-l, he's a fictional character."
"I know that. How do you know it?"
Clayton shrugged. If Liza didn't know bett
er she'd almost think he was blushing.
"I don't know. I must've heard of him somewhere." He started moving again. "Let me go to the kitchen and see if I can't rustle us up some real grub. We'll save the strawberries for dessert." He leered playfully and added, "You've got to be hungry as well."
"Not so fast, buster." Liza grabbed Clayton by his pride and held on. She was momentarily diverted when it immediately reacted, rising to attention, but forged ahead.
"Have you been violating my private work space and going through my computer at work?"
"Uh, well, you know. The company computers are not your private space. It clearly states that in the employee handbooks."
"Don't give me that, mister. Those books were on cds I brought from home. They are for my personal use."
Clayton shook his head. "Not when you're using them on company time. For Christ's sake, Eliza, that's erotic romance you were reading. Stories by Satin Plesure, a famous erotic romance author. Not just one but dozens of erotic romances on the computer. On my dime."
Eliza straightened her shoulders. "I wasn't reading..." She clapped a hand over her mouth, appalled at what she had been about to say.
"I know," he interrupted. "You were writing them. You are Satin Pleasure, queen of erotic romance writers."
"Oh, boy," Eliza murmured. "You found out my little secret."
"Little? My God, Eliza, what were thinking? Don't you realize one of the boys in tech services could've discovered the same thing I did when they did regular maintenance on your machine?"
"But I was careful. Everything I did was on cds and floppy disks."
"Come on, Eliza. That isn't an excuse. Everything you put on a computer can be traced. It's almost worse than a paper trail. What would people think if they found out my executive assistant was writing erotic romances between taking dictation and typing minutes of board meetings?"
"Oh." Eliza bit the inside of her lip. She really hadn't considered that. Her shoulders slumped. "I wasn't doing it while I was taking dictation. I was only doing it on my lunch and coffee breaks."
"Oh, well, that's much better. Whatever happened to actually eating lunch and drinking coffee?"
Eliza stuck her chin out. This was ridiculous. "You know, Clayton, the way you're carrying on about this is silly. I think you're jealous. I think that's what this is really all about."
Clay stepped toward her. Though the water in the tub was still frothing gently, Eliza felt like she was a dingy being tossed about in a hurricane from the heat of his gaze as it stroked over her. She felt her nipples harden and couldn't help but notice that he was getting just as aroused as she.
"You're damn right I'm jealous. All this time, I've been keeping things just business between us. All this time, I've been doing my damnedest to keep my hands off of you."
"Did I ever ask you to keep things perfectly business? Did I?"
Clayton ran a hand over his face. "No, but that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"The point is how can a normal man compete with an erotic romance writer's fantasies?"
Eliza felt her anger dissolve at the entreaty in his eyes.
She took his hand in hers and held it against her breast. It was a good hand, strong and tanned, but ever so gentle.
"Don't you understand, Clay? You don't need to compete with my fantasies. They're all about you. You inspired every hero Satin has ever created." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. "You're my dream lover, my dream boss, my fantasy man."
He pulled her into his arms and sealed her vow with his lips. Long moments later they pulled apart. She lay her head against his chest and felt the reassuring beat of his heart.
"Well, now that is settled, there are still a few things I need to do."
She looked up at him. "Yeah, I know. You need food. I'll help. We probably should get everything ready for your meetings this weekend. I can't believe we're still the only ones to arrive so far."
As she stepped from the tub, she looked back at Clay and caught the sheepish look on his face. "There aren't any meetings, are there?"
He bit his bottom lip and looked sideways.
"Well, hell, why did you go to all the trouble to make this look like a business trip?" she asked incredulously.
"You have to remember I was trying to compete with the men in Satin's books. None of them would have just said, 'Come on baby, let's go make love.' They're heroic, they're suave, they're sexy. They're romantic."
"And so are you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So are you."
They hugged and kissed passionately. Long minutes later they parted and she asked, "But why go to all of this trouble? You could've just asked me out."
He looked down at her. "Well, I was going to then I happened to read "Alaskan Dreams." I recognize a superior idea when I see one."
Eliza started laughing. "That you do. Let's go get something to eat." She took his hand and pulled him from the whirlpool.
"By the way, you might be interested in some research I did recently," she said as they headed for the kitchen. "It involves sundaes and hot fudge..."
Trixie Stilletto
"Life is a smorgasbord of men. I believe in diving in like a starving woman hitting an all-you-can-eat buffet!
"Seriously, I love men and have been fortunate enough to work, and play (thank God) with some of the most intriguing ones on this fair earth. There's a little piece of each one in every hero I create. I've had all manner of odd jobs, such as waitress, cook and bottle washer for an all-night dive, truck driver, and, of course, writer. I write erotic romances because it's much more fun to keep the bedroom door wide open.
"My philosophy in life is simple. Love what you do and who you're with and they'll love you in return. Come and join me as I dive into the next delicious dessert."
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