Liam
I gaze into her eyes bewildered, not sure if I’m dreaming or awake. Her beautiful grey eyes beg me for guidance. I’m as confused as she is, possibly more so. Her beauty outshines all others, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to keep my emotions in check. I pull out of her warm heat and she gasps from the lost of me within her, her pussy still clenching, trying to keep me trapped in her Venus fly trap. I walk out the office towards the bathroom.
I jump in the shower before the water warms, needing to get her scent off of me. Her scent is intoxicating and I need to cut myself off from her. I’m becoming quickly addicted to her and I’m thinking about things that are I’m possible to have with her.
Impossible to have with any woman.
I walk into the hallway with the towel wrapped around my waist. When I get to the living area Ella is already dressed pulling her purse on her shoulder.
She’s leaving. My heart flutters, missing her already.
“I should go,” she says nervously walking towards me. She stops in front of me rising on the tips of her toes and kisses me. Her kiss is so shy and hesitant for the bold for the same woman who came here dressed like a streetwalker. I grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss.
“Don’t go,” I whisper against her lips.
“I don’t know,” she chews on her bottom lip anxiously.
“I ordered us dinner before you got here, you can shower while I warm it up.” I offer.
“Ok,” she sighs, not putting up much of a fight.
I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom, “everything you need is in there, and I’ll leave a shirt in my room for you.” I walk away imagining her naked in my shower, feeling the front of the towel begin to tent.
I warm our food and set two plates. I hope she likes Thai. I’m pathetic, worrying over her not liking Thai food. She must be a sorceress, how else could she have broken through my shield so quickly. I don’t need to feel anything for a woman I know is capable of being as much of a whore as my mother. Even considering anything more than using her to ease this ache makes me ill. I refuse to end up miserable like my father.
She walks up to the counter wearing my t-shirt. It hangs right above her knees, her wet hair held up by a clip. This Isabella a contradiction to the pseudo-hooker that walked in here earlier. More reserved but no less beautiful, maybe more so. The hint of innocence she’s portraying tempting me to corrupt her.
“I love Thai food” she exclaims, her face lighting up. “My dad used to always take me out for Thai.” A reminiscent smile appears on her face as she sits in front of a plate. I sit next to her, so close our elbows bump. She flinches and I know she felt the same jolt I did when we touched.
“Where’s your dad now?” I ask, watching her face turn sad then cold and closed off. She shrugs as an answer and I decide its best I don’t touch on the subject any further.
“So tell me how you ended up working for me?”
“I don’t work for you, I work for Luc,” she smiles seductively. She wants to work for me. She wants to do everything for and to me. I see it in her eyes, in her body language, in the way she heeds my commands.
“Tell me how you met Lucas.”
She’s quiet for a long while and I doubt she’ll answer. “It was freshman orientation,” she sighs. “I strutted unto campus like I was the hottest bitch to come to town. I had a huge grudge on my shoulder and the girls hated me instantly.” A faint smile plays on her pouty lips. “All the guys were hanging around me, helping me with my bags, helping me rearrange my room. That afternoon in orientation I noticed this guy sitting off to himself. He looked so angry and hurt, like he’d just lost his best friend.” Her eyes widen and she blushes a deep crimson when she realizes I’m the best friend Lucas had just lost.
She takes a deep breath and continues, “Anyway, I sat next to him and we talked. We talked all night about how fucked up our lives were and how we were going to start fresh. We were friends for years. We didn’t become a couple until our last semester.”
“Why’d you wait so long to be together?”
She pushes the food on her plate around with her fork. “I don’t like commitment and even if I did I just never felt enough…chemistry to be with him.” she answers.
“What changed?” I urge her on while she’s opening up.
“Nothing,” she responds turning her attention back to her plate.
Hmm, if nothing changed that means there’s still no chemistry between her and Lucas. A feeling of satisfaction runs through me knowing that she doesn’t share the chemistry we share with Lucas.
We finish eating in a comfortable silence. Afterwards we clean up together and go back to my bedroom. She immediately strips my shirt and lets her hair down before getting under the sheets. She must have remembered my earlier comment about not liking barriers between us. I strip down and join her in bed, already semi-erect from her quick strip.
She quickly straddles my hips, leaning down to run her tongue along my ear. I hold my breath to keep from moaning, the warm heat rubbing against my torso is driving me crazy. I fight the urge to flip her over and plunge deep into her. When she begins to suck my nipple I can’t bear anymore. I urge her up with a hand at her waist, grab my stone hard cock and sit her onto it.
Her eyes roll back and she releases a soft moan as she rocks her hips until she’s fully impaled on me. She leans forward, her hair curtaining my face as she kisses me. Her hair smells like fresh fruit-strawberries, everything on her is edible and I want to feast at her table forever. She sits up gyrating her hips and squeezing her already tight channel. The tingling beings at the base of my spine and spreads throughout my body, her rhythm falters and I know she’s going to explode soon. She begins rubbing on her breast, pinching her nipples.
She’s so fucking sexy.
I reach between us and rub that moist bud between her legs. She explodes immediately, clenching down so hard on my cock I lose all sense of place and time. Sparks go off behind my eyelids, my head snaps back against the pillow and I growl loudly. Like a wolf howling in the night. Hot spurts of cum squirt out in abundance. She collapses on my chest and I caress her hair and neck until our breathing evens out. She’s asleep when I shift her off of my chest and unto the pillow. I watch her sleep, taking her in for a while before I fall into a restful sleep.
Chapter 5
Isabella
The next two weeks go by in a blur of daytime activity but my nights with Liam pass by in hyper-color. We eat dinner together, take turns picking movies on pay per view and laugh hysterically when we play board games. Who would have thought super-serious Liam Maddox knew how to laugh. He’s constantly cheating at scrabble, I just know he has a secret stash of letters hidden somewhere. I just can’t catch him because he’s always distracting me with his mind melting kisses when he cheats.
In a few short weeks our bond has grown to surpass our sexual chemistry. Not that the sex is lacking, it gets better and better every night. I’ve spent every night with Liam since meeting him. Not from lack of trying to stay away, I just can’t seem to resist the magnetic force pulling us together.
This morning I woke up pressed against Liam’s body, the alarm jolting us awake at six am. Liam suggested I bring some of my things over so I could go straight to work from his place.
“I’m not moving in with you Liam,” I argue getting out of bed, picking up my discarded cloths from the night before I make my way to the bathroom.
He follows me, leaning against the doorframe watching my brush my teeth. “It’s just a lot more convenient for you to have a few of your things here.” I bend over to rinse my mouth out and I feel his rigid shaft against my butt. Good thing I didn’t waste time putting my clothes on yet.
I watch him fondle my breast in the mirror in front of us. He has me wet instantly, plunging deep within me as our eyes remain locked in the mirror. His biceps bunch up, chest ripples, his body contorting into a rock hard machine as he thrust ferociously. He smacks my a
ss, the sound bouncing off the walls. His powerful hand leaving a stinging on my cheek that excites me, he grabs a handful of my hair with one hand pinching my nipple with the other.
I unexpectedly erupt, my eyes locked to his in the mirror. I can see a gleam in his green eyes under his hooded gaze, he begin to grunt as he feels me cum around his shaft. His sleep tousled hair making him even more beautiful as he bits his bottom lip, fighting to prolong the pleasure overtaking his body. After a few strokes he loses his battle and grunts his release. His grip on my hair tightens as he continues to thrust through his orgasm. I silently admire this incredibly sexy man losing control because of me. He places a tender kiss on my shoulder and pulls out of me.
Maybe bringing some of my things here won’t be a bad idea. I begrudge him the power he has over me but I know I’ll do it anyway.
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I have a habit of listening to music to express my emotions, it’s the only way I know how to release what’s pent up inside me. That day I walk into my condo pumping sex is on fire through my earphones. After our little tryst in the bathroom I can’t wait for Liam to really unleash his dominance on me, he’s holding back and I’m not quite sure why.
A hand taps my shoulder and I leap a few feet, raising a hand to my beating heart as I quickly turn around to find Lucas’ eyes glaring furiously at me. I really need to get my keys back
“You scared the shit out of me!” I scream at him removing the headphones from my ears.
“Where have you been?” he questions through gritted teeth.
“Lucas this is not what I call space, you can’t just show up here anytime you want questioning me. You’re not my boyfriend anymore.” I say brusquely, avoiding his question.
He takes a deep breath and begins to pace in front of me, “You don’t think I get that. You said you wanted a break from our relationship and we would remain friend but I’ve seen you less in the last couple weeks than ever before.” He rubs his closely shaven head and huffs, “if you’re seeing someone else let me know.”
This is my chance to come clean. If I don’t tell him the truth now I never will but if I do he’ll hate me as much as he does Liam.
“There no one else” I answer. I’m a coward and I know it. I pretend to be protecting Lucas but really I just selfishly don’t want to lose either man.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so occupied lately, I promise we’ll have dinner soon.” I kiss him on his cheek then pull him into my arms. He rests his head on my shoulder and runs his nose up my neck smelling my hair. I silently pray the scent of the hot sex I just had with Liam isn’t still lingering. I pull away and look into his face, the tension lines have eased. “I’ll see you at work,” I say making my way to the shower leaving Lucas to let himself out.
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Two weeks have past and I still haven’t been able to make time for that dinner I promised Lucas. Liam is so overbearing, and fiercely dominating. When I told him I would be meeting Lucas for dinner he threatened to follow us and reveal our relationship. This morning when I walked in the building Lucas marched past me without a sideways glance. He’s a total mess and it’s my doing. His usually closely shaved hair has grown out and eyes are dark and puffy from lack of sleep. I can’t stand to see him this way so I devise a plan as I walk to my office.
At noon I have lunch from Lucas’ favorite sub shop delivered to reception and make my way to Lucas office with it. His secretary’s desk is empty so I stroll past and enter his office after a quick knock.
“Hey babe,” I chirp as I juggle our lunch. “I brought you lun…ch.” I stutter as I realize Lucas isn’t alone.
“Hey Izzy,” Lucas smiles, walking towards me. “This is Liam Maddox,” he continues on not noticing the daggers Liam is shooting towards me. “Liam, Isabella Moss my girlfriend. Liam was just leaving” he states pulling me into his arms for a hug. “I missed you” he says loud enough for Liam to hear and I realize he wants me to play along but I can’t, playing this game is too dangerous. I have no doubt I’ll be paying for this later tonight. My eyes beg Liam to keep quiet as I stand there-frozen, not able to return Lucas’ hug with my hands still full.
“Nice to meet you” I mumble as Lucas lets go of me. I walk to the desk with my head hung low too afraid to make anymore eye contact with Liam. He leaves the room without a parting word, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the frames on the wall. I flinch at the sound, my hands shaking frantically.
Lucas sighs, “That dick is trying to buy me out of this company. My father worked as hard as his did to build this company. He can stay here as long as he wants trying to find leverage over me, he won’t find it.”
“Relax Luc, he’s not going to take anything from you, I’ll make sure of it.”
“How are you going to do that when I barely see you? Your off running around town all day, you don’t even sleep in your condo anymore.” He spits out bitterly.
“I sleep at my condo,” I lie.
“No You Don’t!” he screams. “I’ve been there at least three times in the middle of the night this week and you weren’t there.”
I’m stunned silent. Luc is stalking me. We’ve been close for years and I really believed he would respect my space when I asked for it. “I need my keys back,” I hold out my hand, waiting for him to place them in my palm.
“Is that all you have to say? You aren’t going to tell me who this new dickhead is?” his voice shaking in fury. I stare at him blankly not responding to his rant. When he realizes I’m really not going to respond he reaches into his pocket and removes his key ring. It takes seconds for him to remove the key and place it in my hand. I promptly turn and quietly walk towards the door.
“Anna wants to see you,” he says calmly.
I continue out the door without a backwards glance. I love Anna, I really do, but I don’t know how to be in the same room with Liam’s mother anymore. I feel like she’ll see right through me. Maybe smell her sons scent on me like a mother bear seeking her cub. I know I’m being ridiculous but I’ve never been able to lie to Anna.
Everything is so fucked up right now I can’t think straight. Lucas knows I’m lying to him, I’m avoiding Anna and she’s the only female I have any kind of relationship with and Liam probably won’t even let me in his apartment tonight. That scares me the most. I’ve become accustomed to Liam soothingly caressing my back as we gaze in each other’s eyes until our lids get heavy with sleep. Both of us afraid if we close our eyes the other will disappear.
Everyday a piece of Liam’s armor crumbles and so does mine. This morning as he poured coffee into my favorite mug that I brought over, he suggested I bring it with me when we go to Palm Beach. This was news to me because we never discussed me going anywhere near Florida. I don’t think even Liam can convince me to be that close to my mother.
My phone buzzes just as I sit at my desk. I pull it out and see I have a new message from Liam. My heart begins pounding faster as I fumble with the screen to open the message.
You have one hour to get your ass to my place or I will drag you out that building making sure your ‘boyfriend’ knows who you really belong to
I stare at the screen for several minutes trying to scale how much trouble I’m in. At least he wants to see me. I’m hoping that means he’s not totally done with me. As long as I get to lie in his arm tonight taking in that delicious scent that is only Liam, I’ll be alright.
I quickly gather my things and tell Alice I won’t be back today. “See you on Monday Alice” I call over my shoulder trying to escape as soon as possible.
“Oh Isabella” she calls as I reach the door. I whirl around on my heels and stare at her impatiently. “I ran into Liam Maddox in the hallway earlier, we’re going out tomorrow night. I think I may get into that man’s pants after all.”
Her devilish smile conveys her plans for him. I stand frozen in place staring at her. She returns to her work like she didn’t just rock my world off its axis. I take a huge breath to eas
e the tension rising up in my chest threatening to choke me. I spin on my heels and head toward the elevator on shaky legs. I was ready to grovel at Liam’s feet moments ago, now I’m mentally preparing for the war that will ensue.
Liam
My bare feet pace across the cold wood floor ‘I can’t believe I let her in’ I scold myself. I began to feel things I knew were never meant for me. Women don’t wrap me around their fingers no matter how beautiful, sexy and alluring they are. She almost had me fooled into thinking it was just us. I watched what I thought was real emotions shimmer in her bright gray eyes as we lay in bed, running her fingers through my hair.
This whole time she was still fucking that prick, strutting her ass into his office offering him lunch. She hasn’t once brought me lunch. She played me as bad as she did Lucas, maybe more so because I was aware of what a whore she was before I even got here. She’s good, really good. I stop and stare at the image in the mirror hanging on the wall. I’ve pretended for years to be so strong then in walks Isabella Moss and I’m as weak as my father.
Keys jingle at the door causing my heart to flutter. Even in this fucked situation I’m fucking excited to see her. She breezes in slamming the door behind her. She marches up to me chest heaving, cheeks pink and eyes glaring. “How dare you!” she shrieks. What? She’s mad at me?
“You come into my workplace, misinterpret something between me and a friend and now you have the gall to think you’re gonna fuck my secretary.” She’s seething mad. I can’t believe she’s standing there lying to my face. Thinking she can cavort with both Lucas and I and we’ll be so engrossed in her, we won’t even glance at another woman. I don’t even want her secretary, that bimbo practically threw her soaked panties at my face, she was just a distraction at the perfect time.
“How dare you come in here and lie to my face, you slut.” She stammers backwards shocked by the venom in my voice. “You know how I feel about you spending time with that asshole. All along you’ve been flaunting your tight little ass around his office offering him lunch and probably much more.” I move in so close that if she flinches our noses will touch. “Did you let him fuck you on his desk like I fucked you on mine? Did he make you scream the way I did?” I hiss in her face. Breathing heavily I run the back of my hand along her beautiful face.
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