by Vivian Wood
Meredith laughed as Elijah’s expression shifted from confusion, to relief and maybe – if she was right – a bit of regret.
“So what happened?” she prompted, curious about what had happened between him and Rachel.
“I pulled back, got some much-needed perspective. I realized I wanted to earn the presidency through my own merits, not because I was part of some glitzy power couple. And I guess I realized marriage is a serious commitment. And I just wasn't that serious about Rachel, or any of the other women I'd dated.”
His last sentence made her smile wider than it probably should have. But still, she was pleased to confirm he'd rather be single than to marry for personal gain, and not love.
“Your turn, Meredith. Where do you see yourself ten years from now?” he asked.
“I thought I had things all figured out,” she said. “But now I'm not so sure,” she said with a frown.
“Oh? Do tell, Miss Fields,” Eli said, and she rolled her eyes.
“I guess I always thought I'd have a job at a top fashion magazine, and then maybe I'd get married for money, not for love. My parents' friends have a son who's my age.”
Eli raised a brow, not the least bit shocked.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean… my mom’s friends ask me when I’m going to settle down and stuff like that, or when I'm going to get my ‘MRS’ degree.”.
She was expecting Elijah to at least smile but he didn’t. Instead, his jaws clenched and his muscles tensed. She was not even sure if it was right to feel happy about it.
“Anyone particular caught your eye?” he asked.
“For marriage?” She shook her head. I don’t think so.”
They slipped back into a comfortable silence again, and Meredith's heart felt full.. Was it because the night view was beautiful? Was it because she felt good? Or was it because she was with the man who had been challenging her ever since he came crashing in her life?
She didn’t know.
But whatever it was, she hoped tonight would never end.
He broke the silence. “Are you dating anyone seriously?”
“What? Like a boyfriend? Are you seriously asking if I have a boyfriend?” she asked wide-eyed, angry at the question for taking her out of a perfectly cozy moment..
“I’m just asking,” he replied, his grey eyes drilling into her.
Meredith's heart skipped a beat and her stomach twisted into a knot when Elijah pulled her close with his arm around her waist.
His breath was heavy as it brushed her face. And he smelled so fucking good – a mixture of mint, aftershave and bit of his natural masculine scent. His eyes melted her and it was taking her breath away. How could he possibly have such an affect on her?
She closed her eyes and her hands on his shoulders turned into fists when he pulled her even closer. Something magical was about to happen. She didn’t know how much she missed having his lips on hers until now.
God, she missed his kisses. She missed getting a taste of him.
She missed him.
You’re crazy, she thought when she felt him inching ever closer.
But she didn’t care.
Everything that had been happening to her ever since the night of the party was crazy. Insane might be a better word for it. And it was all because of the man who was just about to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and raised her lips to meet him.
And suddenly a loud, irritated cough made her open her eyes, and pull away from Elijah like something had burned her.
Sosie had found them, and was dragging Elijah away without saying a word to Meredith.
“What are you doing here? I've been looking all over for you! And here you are, with her...” The venom in her voice was apparent even as her words faded into the distance as the door shut behind her.
With a heavy sigh, Meredith turned to look out over the city once more. A million shining lights looked up at her in consolation, but she couldn't help feeling like someone had turned off her switch.
14
“Mmmm…” Elijah moaned.
He didn’t know if he was having another dream. But he was fucking horny and whatever he was feeling seemed too real.
“Hmph… Hmph…” he heard a muffled voice from under the sheets. And he grunted in pleasure at the feeling of a cool hand wrapping around his burning cock..
With a giggle that seemed to voice the delight he was feeling, a blonde woman came out of the sheets, searing his mouth with a kiss like a hungry beast.
It was Meredith.
She was completely naked. Her full breasts rubbed against his chest. He didn’t know how she ended up in his room since the last thing he remembered was masturbating in an empty room as he imagined her sucking his cock..
With intense lust, he responded to her kisses and let his hands roam under the sheets, taking two handfuls of her ass... He was too fucking horny to think straight and all he knew was that he needed release. He gripped her wrist, leading her hands back to his erection – to touch him, feel him and pleasure him.
He sucked a ragged breath through clenched teeth as her nimble fingers wrapped around his hard member.
“I know,” she whispered against his lips, stroking his erection very slowly, teasing him.
He grunted in bliss, lost in the ocean of her blue eyes.
Eli had fucked a lot of women before. But this was the very first time he had allowed someone to take control over him.. And it was effortless for her. For all of his walls, a single touch from her was like a wrecking ball. With her, he was defenseless.
It was serious.
But he loved the way she moved against him, driving him absolutely insane in a way no one else had ever done.
He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hard, not wasting a second. He needed to taste her. She moaned into his mouth when he nibbled her lower lip, her body aching for more.
Her hand moved rhythmically caressing his cock very carefully, almost gently, sending chills down his spine and pushing him to the brink of insanity. He thrust his hips against her hand.
God, he fucking loved what she was doing!
But she stopped.
Elijah made a protesting growl which faded into a groan when Meredith went under the sheets, positioned her small figure in between his legs, and swallowed his erection almost to the hilt..
“Yeah… Jesus! Meredith!” he exclaimed as her mouth adjusted to his length. She continued teasing him, her tongue moved around the swollen head of his penis, licking him like a lollipop. And that was when he realized that it’s not easy to be the one to give up control.
“You taste so good, Elijah,” she mumbled, savoring a bead of precum as it snaked down his shaft.
He chuckled.
“I'll take your word for it,” he said, removing the thin sheets that covered her to get a better of view of her curvaceous body before wrapping her blonde hair around his fist and pulling it away from her face.
He took a good look at her swaying breasts as she continued fucking him with her mouth. It was a beautiful sight.
She was a fucking sex goddess. And he would never get tired of looking at her like this – her naked and sucking him like a piece of candy.
When she started licking his balls, his eyes rolled back and he , shuddered in excitement. With all his remaining strength, he pulled her up so that she was straddling him. Her legs were stretched wide apart and his cock slid between the wet lips of her pussy..
He pulled her close enough to share breath, sliding his hips ever so slightly to the left and right, so the roundness of his cock would press against her clit.
“And now for your punishment,” he whispered into her mouth, before rolling her over and pinning her down underneath him. His cock rubbed against the smooth skin of her belly as his mouth found her breasts.
Meredith moaned in response..
“You’re so fucking sexy, Meredith,” he whispered as his tongue pressed her left nipple against his teeth. He
gently rolled the other between his fingers..
He took his time teasing her as he moved the wet tip of his cock to rest against her even wetter entrance, making them both gasp for air. It was fleeting, yet the beating of his heart matched the rhythm of her breathing.
Her hands reached out for him, and she unconsciously moved her hips to take him inside. But for each of her maneuvers, Elijah had a counter-maneuver, keeping them ever on the edge of sex. .She was getting impatient. And nobody would ever think that the prim and proper Meredith Fields was naughty in bed.
He loved the idea that only he could see that side of her.
As the eagerness to have her grew stronger, Elijah trailed kisses from her mouth down to her belly, stopping just an inch before her wet folds. He earned a protesting moan.
He wanted her to say his name.
He wanted her to beg for his cock.
Slowly, his tongue traveled to her dripping pussy, tasting her desire. He smiled, finally able to find the words to describe her flavor. She tasted like a mixture of minerals and sweetness of honey. And he loved it.
He swirled his tongue on her most sensitive spot.
“Ohhh… Ahhh… Hmmm…” she moaned. Every muscle in his body was screaming for her flesh.
Getting impatient himself, he sucked her wet pussy as she arched her body to signal that she wanted more. And without further foreplay, he positioned in between her parted thighs, easing and probing his cock into her cunt.
In a single thrust, he filled her with his length. And the feeling of her muscles tightening around him drove him mad. Only when she had adjusted to his size did he begin to move. . His thrusts were slow at first. Then he picked up his pace, pounding her, eager to hear more of her screams.
“Oh! Oh! Damn! Yes!” she exclaimed as sweat trickled down her face.
He cupped her breasts and kissed her hard, moving faster, almost reaching his climax.
“I can’t hear you,” he spoke heavily.
“Jesus! Just fuck me, Elijah!” she screamed in between heavy panting, moving her body to meet his thrusts, her carnal muscles tightening around this throbbing cock as he sucked and kissed her breasts.
His breathing had grown erratic, and hers was hot as he went faster and deeper. With one last thrust, he shot his load inside her.
Elijah woke up covered in sweat, his heart racing so hard he thought it might escape from his chest. Yet again, he was almost painfully hard.
Of course it was too good to be true, he thought, shaking his head. He got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
Just like every night since Seattle, he'd had a sex dream starring Meredith. The dreams kept getting more realistic, leaving him frustrated beyond belief upon waking. He knew he'd be unable to concentrate or get anything done if he didn't take care of himself, so he stroked his cock in the shower – just as he'd done every morning since Seattle.
Elijah was starting to think it was going to turn into a permanent routine at this rate.
After his shower, he got dressed in his favorite pair of pajamas and decided to relax on the sofa with a can of beer, maybe catch a game if any of his teams were playing. Before he could crack open his beer, he heard a knock at his door.
He frowned. He hadn't been expecting anyone. He had no idea who it could be.
He opened the door to find Sosie standing there in a silk robe that was so thin, it left almost nothing to the imagination.
“Sosie?” he said, startled. She smiled.
“Surprise!” she said, letting out a harsh, grating laugh. She reeked of alcohol. Was she drunk?
“Let me in,” she demanded, forcing her way into his suite and sweeping past him before he could stop her. She stumbled after a few steps, and he caught her just in time.
“Careful,” he muttered, helping her toward the sofa. This wasn't like Sosie at all.
Sosie smiled as he sat her down, and reached out to caress his face.
“Elijah, Elijah,” she whispered softly. Her robe had slipped open, though it seemed she hadn't noticed.
Gritting his teeth, he averted his gaze.
“I’ll make some coffee. You need to sober up,” he said. But Sosie grabbed him by the wrists, and pulled him down onto the sofa with her.
“No, stay,” she murmured, straddling his lap.
Elijah didn't know how to respond when she started kissing him hungrily. He considered her nothing more than a good friend. But it was clear she wanted more.
He knew sleeping with her would just complicate things more.
But a tiny part of him said he should give things a shot with her. That it would be better than being with Meredith. Sosie was only two years younger than him, and had always been driven and ambitious. She would make a good partner for him.
She moaned sexily against his mouth.
The sound reminded him of the dreams he'd been having about Meredith. His thoughts always came back to her, even with another woman on top of him.
When Sosie's hand reached down to lightly brush against his cock, he realized he couldn't go through with this. This wasn't what he wanted.
This is wrong, he thought. And taking advantage of the situation would hardly be fair to Sosie.
He pushed Sosie off of his lap and moved to the other end of the sofa, putting some distance between them. Judging by her expression, she was pissed.
“This is wrong, Sosie. I'm sorry. I can't.”
Sosie scoffed in disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You're turning me down?” she growled angrily.
She stood up abruptly, drawing her robe tight around her and tying the sash at her waist.
Elijah stood up. “We can talk tomorrow. Go back to your room and get some sleep.” Part of him felt slightly idiotic for passing on Sosie.
“Unbelievable,” Sosie muttered under her breath, storming out of his room.
What the hell is happening to me? he thought, looking at his throbbing cock, cursing as he started stroking himself once more.
He stared at the ceiling. When would he be able to get a dose of sex that he badly needed? And hopefully, with someone whom he liked?
Like Meredith?
He groaned as he picked up the pace.
The whole situation was driving him insane.
He'd never thought his life could be this complicated!
15
Meredith, along with some of the other reporters, decided to go clubbing to take their minds off of work for a night. As the summer progressed, she'd grown comfortable with most everyone. She'd even made friends with a few. Sosie remained aloof, but she guessed that couldn't be helped.
Meredith had agonized over what to wear, finally deciding upon a violet minidress and nude heels. At first she'd worried it was overly revealing, but it covered more than the blue dress she'd been wearing at the masquerade party, so she decided to just go with it.
When they reached the club, Meredith felt completely at ease for the first time since she'd started this assignment.
For a moment, it was easy to pretend like this was just another night in the city and she was partying with Lily.
She dragged Ava over to the bar. After a few shots of vodka, Meredith was feeling good and more than ready to dance. When a stranger pressed up against her from behind, she went with the flow, grinding seductively on him.
She spun around, wanting to see who she was dancing with, and she felt like someone had thrown a glass of water in her face when she saw none other than Mason.
She pulled him away from the dance floor, back toward the bar. Mason was the last person she'd expected to see.
“Meredith, relax,” Mason said as they found some seats. She frowned.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Mason watched her intently.
“What would you do if I said I followed you here?” he asked, deadly serious.
“Wha– I don’t– Why–“ she mumbled, unable to compose a proper sentence.
Mason
laughed, and she blushed furiously. She should have known he wasn't serious.
“I’m just kidding. I was here a couple of days ago for a business meeting. And well… here I am,” he said mischievously, studying her figure, his eyes full of admiration – and lust.
“Fine,” she answered back, rolling her eyes when she felt his gaze landing on her cleavage. “My colleagues are waiting for me,” she added.
“They’ll be fine,” Mason said, gripping her wrist when she rose from her seat. It wasn’t tight, but it was enough to stop her.
She shot him a dirty look, but he was undeterred. Scowling, she jerked out of his grasp and settled back into her seat. She suspected he was up to something, but she wasn't sure what.
“What are you really doing here? Spill it, Mason,” she commanded.
He smiled faintly.
“Fine. I surrender. You win,” he said.
Instead of saying anything, Meredith merely crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him warily.
“I've decided. We're going to get married. And so I'm here to make sure you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with,” he stated confidently.
He'd decided? As if her own feelings weren't a factor at all? She didn't know whether to laugh or feel insulted.
“Are you drunk?” she asked in disbelief.
“Of course not!” he snapped. But despite the dim lighting, she could tell he was blushing.
Meredith giggled, realizing he was serious.
“I know I don’t sound like the Mason McGuire you know, okay? But I’m serious. I’ve dated a lot of girls–“
“Fucked,” she interrupted, correcting his choice of word.
“Whatever,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “But that’s not the point. We’re talking about marriage here, Mer. I don’t want to get married with someone just for business.”
