by N. Michaels
Eric frowns at me. “We’re not done.” He simply says and walks back into his office.
As I watch Eric greet the woman in the sharp Prada suit and the short black hair, I think about what he just told me. ‘We’re not done.’ Did he mean it in a sense of our unfinished conversation or did it have an underlining meaning to it? Is there any truth behind Patrick’s words? With a troubled mind and an uneasy feeling in my heart, I go back to work.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Finishing my last paperwork, I exhale slowly and look at the time, seven thirty eight p.m.
It’s the latest that I’ve stayed at work. I glance through the glass wall, watching Eric deep in conversation with his before last meeting. His last one is over dinner at Sushi Yasuda. I made sure to reserve him a quiet corner. I’m not quite sure if he wants me to join him, but I’m hoping he wouldn’t. Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel now. A throbbing pain is pulsating through my temples and my shoulders are in need of a hardcore massage.
I pick up the receiver and press the button for Eric’s office. I lean back into my chair and look at him through the glass wall. Eric glances at his desk phone and then his determined turquoise eyes shift to mine. He says something to the man sitting in front of him and reaches for the phone.
“Yes?” Eric’s commanding voice vibrates through the receiver and into my ear.
“I’m sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to let you know that I’m done for today, so I’ll be heading home.”
Eric’s eyes lift from the desk and find mine again, this time with an almost unnoticeable frown.
“I have another meeting tonight.”
“I know, but if you don’t need me to go with you, I’d like to go home, I’m beat.”
I see him leaning back into his leather chair while the sound of him inhaling resonates deeply in my ear. “I see… that’s not a problem.”
It’s not a problem; I can go? Or it’s not a problem; even though I’m exhausted, I should stay?
“So, I can go?”
“Correct.”
I smile, “Thank you. Good night, Eric.”
“Good night.”
We hang up and he returns to his conversation with his client. I open my purse and hold the small box in my hand. This is the real reward I wanted to give him. Maybe it’s too soon to give. I put the box back into my purse and head out to the elevators. While I wait, Patrick’s words come back to me. What he said still bothers me. Should I ask Eric about it? Should I just ignore it and let it slide? Should I’ve given him his reward? Maybe I should stay? I press the call button again and massage my temples with my fingertips.
God, my head is pounding… too many fucking questions.
The cheery, ‘Ding’ announces the arrival of the elevator.
“Katherine, wait!” Eric’s voice echoes in the hallway.
I turn to my left and confused, I watch him close the distance between us with long, graceful strides.
My eyes move behind him, “What about, Mr. Bushfield?”
“I told him I needed to relieve myself.”
I arch an eyebrow and snicker, “You didn’t.”
“I did.” Eric stalks closer to me, making me back up until I’m pressed against the wall. His hands lift to the sides of my shoulders, caging me.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” he whispers.
I hear the elevator doors close and the silent, ‘Whoosh’ of the car descending.
“Nothing. I’m just not feeling too hot.” I avert my eyes from his intense gaze.
“Are you sure? Because you look so hot right now, you might just melt me.” he teases.
I scoff and wince as a sharp pain moves behind my eyes.
“I just got a headache, Eric… nothings is wrong.” I look up and reassure him.
Now it not the time or place to ask about what Patrick said, and maybe I shouldn’t even say anything.
Eric’s hand leaves the wall and cups my cheek. His thumb brushes gently over my skin. “Are you good to drive? Or you want me to call you a cab?”
I shake my head, “No, I can drive.”
“I’ll call you later. Go rest.” Eric commands then swoops down and presses his soft lips to mine so gently, like he doesn’t want to cause me any more pain.
“Ok.” I murmur.
Eric backs away to press the call button again. I gaze up at his breathtaking profile, feeling so smitten. The way he just kissed me, with so much tenderness is melting my heart, who thought this mysterious man could be so compassionate?
God, I’m so in-love with him. The intensity of my feeling for him is scaring me yet thrilling me at the same time. It’s like my brain is fearful of the strong emotions but my heart is welcoming them with closed eyes and open arms.
Ahh… fuck it.
I open my purse, find the little box and hold it out for him.
“Your reward.” I say after Eric looks at me questionably.
“You shouldn’t have gotten me anything.” He says but his beautiful eyes shine with positive surprise.
“You don’t know what’s in it yet. Open it.”
Eric picks up the box with his long, elegant fingers just when the elevator doors open. I step inside the car and wait for him to open the box. He uncovers the lid and he eyes shoot to mine. The happiness that is radiating through his gorgeous eyes puts me at ease that I made the right decision giving it to him.
“I take that back. You definitely should have.”
I smile softly, “I’m glad you like it.”
“A key to your apartment with a beautiful pussycat charm to remind me of you? I fucking love it.” Eric steps into the elevator and gazes down at me with such passion, my heart tightens sweetly. His eyes are saying it, those words I’m dying to say but he remains quiet, just staring down at me for what feels like forever.
“I gotta go. I don’t want him to think I drowned or something.” Eric whispers then gently cups my face with his warm hands. “Thank you for this. You have no idea how much this means to me.” Eric kisses me so tenderly, so reverently it takes my breath away. Leaving me panting as he presses the button for the garage then stepping out of the car.
“I’ll see you tonight.” He says right before the doors close, and I feel my body tremble from the intensely suggestive stare he was giving me.
Oh God… I got to get rid of this damn headache.
I manage to get back home in one piece. I find the place empty with a note on the counter. Laura is running errands and will be back late. I’m starting to think she’s seeing someone. I smile at the thought that even at her age, she’s still looking for love, what a hopeless romantic. I rummage through the cabinets for Advil and pop two pills. I strip out of my dress, bra and shoes. I lie down on the bed and curl up into a ball, praying the pain will go away when I wake up. It takes about half an hour until I finally feel the heavy fog of sleep.
I dream of a warm hands caressing my hips and touching me with soft strokes. I feel warmth radiating into my back, and instinctively I lean into it. The loving hands moves from my hips to my bare stomach and upward, right below my breasts. It flattens me against the heat that’s at my back and just holds me tight. In my dream I feel cocooned, secure and loved. I smile softly and let the warmth consume me.
The morning sun beams into my eyes. Bright, warm light streams into the room through the window. I stretch like a lazy cat. Grateful the headache has left me.
“Good morning, kitten.” Eric’s sleepy voice startles me.
I manage not to fly off the bed and sit up, turning my head towards the sound.
“What? Why? I – I mean, how are you here?” I blurt out.
A dark brow rises and he looks confused. Eric sits up, which causes the blanket to fall down and pool around his taut waist. My eyes can’t help but roam over his magnificent torso. His defined abs, his rock hard pecks, his broad shoulders, all covered with his smooth, tan skin. My skin heats up like amber coming back to life.
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p; “You gave me your key last night. I came over.” Eric says as a matter-of-fact. As if sneaking into someone’s bed while they’re sleeping is completely normal.
“You should have called me, let me know – “
“Would you like me to leave?” he frowns.
“What? No. I just…” I sigh.
I don’t really want him to leave. I was just surprised to find him in my bed.
So it wasn’t a dream. It was his hands.
The thought makes me smile. “I’m just taken by surprise, Eric. I thought you would head home after your meeting. But I’m not saying this is a bad surprise.” I smile sweetly and try to dispel the awkward tension.
Eric narrows his eyes at me but smiles with relief, a moment later.
“Good. You had me worried for a moment. I don’t want to sleep alone now that I’ve got you. How is your head?” Eric lifts his hand and softly touches my cheek.
“Better… much better.” I hold his wrist and stroke my thumb over his pulse.
“So you’re not in pain anymore, completely fine?”
“Yes. Absolutely fine ” I smile.
In a blink of an eye, I find myself pinned down on my bed, covered by a hot, hard and aroused male.
“That’s good. Spread your legs for me, kitten.” He husks.
Eric’s command turns me on so instantly; I feel my arousal trickling down my sex. My legs fall open and he positions himself at my entrance. He’s hard like steel.
My God… wait… where did my panties go?
Eric’s hands hold my wrists above my head when he nudges me with his thick crown.
“God, you’re always so wet, always ready for me. I love that.” He growls softly in my ear.
He slides in slowly and I suck in a breath at the sweet pleasure and a tinge of pain as he stretches and fills me with his thick hard cock, making me feel every inch of him. I have to shift ever so slightly to fit him better inside me. The slow penetration is overwhelming my senses and when he’s deep inside me, to the hilt, I cry out in pleasure.
“I love being inside you first thing in the morning. You’re so beautifully perfect for me. I’ll never have enough of you.” Eric nuzzles my neck and my back arches off the bed.
My breasts are heavy with desire and my nipples are two hard pebbles, begging for attention. Eric’s cock is buried deep inside me, driving crazy with the need to feel him move, to feel him pull in and out of me, to make me feel everything he’s got to give me.
“Yes…” I whimper as he slowly slides out of me.
Eric trusts forward and fills me completely. His hot mouth travels across my neck; higher until he reaches my lips then he kisses me, muffling my moans and stealing my sanity with his wicked tongue. His hands release my wrists and move to torment my breasts. We lose ourselves in the slow rhythm he sets and when I feel my impending release, I tighten my arms and legs around him, letting him know. Eric picks up his pace and pulls away from our kiss.
“Open your eyes, kitten. I want to see your soul surrender to me, just I as I surrender to you.”
My eyes open slowly and I see so much in his beautiful eyes. So much need, so much reverence and love… God… so much love. My mouth drops open and I feel my body tremble as the waves of euphoric pleasure hit me, shooting from my core into every cell of my body.
“Eric…” I cry out and momentarily close my eyes at the unbearable force of ecstasy I’m experiencing. My nails dig into his skin as the pulsating waves flow through me like hot molten lava. I hear the hitch in his voice and surrender myself to his violent quickening thrusts. When I feel him thicken inside me and his body tensing, I force my eyes to open. Eric’s eyes lose focus and his mouth slacks. God, his face when he comes; I could watch him for the rest of my life.
“Fuck… oh, Katherine…” he groans deeply and rides the last waves of my orgasm, erupting inside me.
I hold him tightly, close to me. Kissing his skin, soothing and thanking him at the same motion.
“Thank you.” I whisper.
He chuckles, “For what?”
“For surprising me. Best surprise ever.”
“I’m glad you think so. Laura might not agree with you.” Eric teases then kisses my neck.
Laura? Oh shit!
“Oh my God… I was loud wasn’t I?” I bite my lower lip.
“I tried keeping you as quiet as possible, but you were on the verge of screaming near the end.” He grins.
“This is not funny! Oh my God… My nanny/housekeeper/close-friend just heard me having mind-blowing sex. Awesome.” I close my eyes and exhale.
Eric kisses the tip of my nose, “Don’t worry kitten, she’s a grown woman. She’ll be ok. Now come on, let’s shower and eat. I have a meeting in an hour.”
He slips out of me and I whimper at the feeling of him leaving me, its sending slight ripples of pleasure through me. Reminding me he was there, that only he does this to my body.
“Keep making those sexy noises and faces, and I’ll take you again in the shower.” He yanks me up, lifting me up in the process and my legs wrap around his lean waist.
“Maybe that’s what I’m planning on.” I purr in his ear and he swats my butt.
“Behave.” Eric growls and tightens his hold around me.
Our shower was filled with relaxed massages and loving caresses that were quickly followed by French Crapes and coffee.
“Dig in.” Laura smiles.
“Mmm… this is delicious. You have to show me how you made these.” Eric devours his French Crape.
“Oh, no problem! When ever you want dear.” Laura beams.
I look at them, chatting and laughing, so at ease and comfortable. My heart swells with the overwhelming emotions of happiness, comfort and love. I am so happy right now I could die.
When have I felt this much happiness, this much love?
I truly cannot remember, but all I know is that I love Eric Miller with all my heart and soul.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Wednesday started just like the other days of this week, with Eric inside me, and a handful of mind-blowing orgasms. But my good mood quickly turned sour as I waited for the day to fly by. I couldn’t wait to finish work so I could meet the girls for dinner. We decided to meet up, girls only, when Milan called me on Tuesday. She picked Nobu 57, and I was fantasizing about their Black Cod and Miso all day long. I didn’t have the chance tell Eric since he had back-to-back meetings, but I was positive I was not needed. The client he was going to meet this evening is Mr. Lance. Mr. Lance had a contract with Miller Financial Enterprise since before Eric was CEO. So I’m sure he doesn’t need me tonight. I need a girls-night-out. I’ve been so completely entranced by Eric; I’ve neglected my girls.
“Kitten, last meeting is over dinner. I want you to join me.” Eric stands before my desk with a sexy smile.
He’s dressed in a black pinstripe suit with grey shirt and a charcoal tie. It’s ridiculous how attractive he is in it and what’s worse, I know how he looks like without it… or without anything at all. With that image, my nipples harden in a second and strain against my bra.
“I have plans with the girls tonight. I thought you wouldn’t need me since it’s Mr. Lance.” I fidget in my chair.
Why do I feel like a teenager that is giving excuses to her daddy?
“I don’t need you tonight as my assistant but as my girlfriend. I just wanted to be with you.”
Damn, what can I say without sounding like a bitch?
“I see… do you want me to cancel with them?” I ask with puppy eyes.
Eric frowns and looks at me for a long moment. “No… go out. I’m guessing you haven’t seen them in a while.”
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been entirely consumed by one person. You.” I smile.
“That’s just how I want it. But fine, tonight they get you. I can share… sometimes.” He lowers his head and softly presses his divine lips to mine.
“You’re the best.” I murmur against his lips and bite
down on his lower lip.
Eric growls quietly, “You’re making me change my mind about letting you go.”
I release his lip, “There, happy?”
“Not one bit.” He sighs, “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car if you’re done.”
“That, I am.” I turn off my computer and retrieve my purse out of the bottom drawer.
We walk into a packed elevator and squeeze our way to the end of it. Eric leans against the wall and draws me against him. His hand splays possessively across my stomach securing me to him. His presence alone hyper-simulates my senses. Being so close to him, feeling his hand on my stomach and his rising erection against my ass is making me squirm. I try to ignore the accelerating heartbeat that is thumping against my back, the firm pressure his hand is applying on my stomach and the undeniable hardness that is pressed into my backside. But my own body betrays me. My breathing hitches and I press my rear harder against him. I look around to see if someone is noticing us but thankfully, they’re all occupied in their own conversations.
Finally, the elevator vacates when we reach the lobby. The moment the elevator clears I start grinding against Eric, driving him wild as he groans deeply from the back of his throat. A moment later, the doors slide open and the underground garage comes to view.
“Come on.” I say breathlessly, pulling Eric by the hand that he placed on my belly.
We reach our cars and he unlocks his. I sweep my eyes across the lot to see if there are people around, but no one is there.
“Get in.” I open the backseat door of his car and signal him in.
Eric frowns, “I don’t need you to drive me. Come here let me kiss you before you go.”
“Eric, I’m not going to drive you. I’m going to ride you. Now get in. You made me all sorts of horny back in the elevator, now I need you.”
“What? Here? No way.” I see the disbelief in his eyes.
“Yes here. I’m pretty sure I’ll be out late and I want to have you now. I need you now. Do you want me to beg?” I raise an eyebrow and Eric puts his hand on my cheek.
