She felt him tense beneath her, his arm around her tightening a bit. Eden could practically feel the frown she knew was now etched between his dark brows. She didn't expect him to sit up or pull her from his side the very next second, but he did exactly that in a swift move that drew a small gasp from her.
He grasped her upper arms and made sure she met his gaze, "I would never cheat on you," he said with conviction.
Eden leaned in to touch her forehead to his with a smile. "I know you wouldn't. And I'd never be unfaithful to you either." She sighed. "I had a client, well he wasn't really my client, but that's beside the point. He came on to me yesterday and it made me really uncomfortable."
"Are you ok? Did he try anything?" For moment a shadowed look flitted across his face. It was intense and frightening, but gone before Eden could make sense of it.
"Yeah," she uttered with a frown of her own. "Yeah, I'm okay and no he didn't try anything. He just wanted me to sleep with him. Kennedy wants me to continue working with him until I close on this deal..."
"No."
"Dom..."
"Either you tell her you're no longer available to close this deal or I will. Either way you're not spending another goddamn second alone with that man."
"This isn’t how this works." Eden pulled away from him but remained close reaching up instead to frame his face in her hands. "I love that you want to protect me. I love how you take charge sometimes and make decisions for me. But this isn't one of those times. You don't get to make decisions for me when it comes to work, Dom. You're my fiercest protector and I love you for that, but you don't get to browbeat me into doing what you want just because you think you can." She looked into the depths of his gaze and found his soul reflecting back at her. Tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, Eden whispered, "It doesn't work that way, my love." Ever so gently her mouth found his, her tongue moving past her lips to seduce his to play. Dominic responded with hungry fervor drawing her onto his lap to deepen the kiss.
"I hate that you won't let me help you," he murmured roughly against her swollen lips.
"I know, but I can do this on my own."
He stared at her for a long moment, in the silence there was nothing but the sound of their quiet breathing. Eden stared back, her head tilting slightly to the side in an attempt to figure out what was happening beneath his poker face, but unfortunately found no hint of what he was thinking. "One of the things I've always admired most about you is your ability to take care of yourself, so as much as I wish to lend a hand, I will grudgingly defer to your better judgment and not interfere."
Eden smiled, knowing how hard it was for him to admit that. "If it gets out of hand I promise you'll be the first one Irun to."
"I'll hold you to that." He kissed her again. Slow and tender, but never lacking in heat. "I have a gift."
Eden perked up. "Really? What is it?"
Setting her down on their mattress, Dominic jumped out of bed, magnificently naked and gorgeous as hell. His sculpted, dimpled butt cheeks was the stuff of dreams. "It's more for me than you..." he said upon his return, holding a small rectangular black box with a red satin ribbon tied around it.
Bouncing with excitement, Eden eagerly took the box when he handed it to her. Impervious of her own nudity, she tucked her legs beneath her buttocks and set the box in front of her. She looked up. "You really shouldn't have..." she said with a nervous swipe of her tongue across her bottom lip.
"Open it." He encouraged with a grin.
Eden took in a deep breath before lowering her gaze back to the box. She reached for the ribbon. One gentle tug unfurled the pretty bow on top of it. Pulling it away and setting it aside, she traced her fingers over the embossed cursive lettering across the top. The word Perles was written in Ruby red.
"Pearls, in French." He supplied.
"Pearls...." she repeated in wonder. Eden was accustomed of getting jewelry from him. Even when they're marriage had been nothing more than emotionless sex. He'd always showered her with the finest. But this felt different somehow. "You bought me... pearls?"
He chuckled. "Why don't you open the box and see."
Giving into her curiosity, Eden finally pulled the lid up. She'd imagined a pearl necklace or even a bracelet resting on a bed of velvet as was customary of most jewelry boxes. But then it quickly dawned on her as she parted the black tissue paper that concealed the box's true contents that this wasn't a jewelry box at all.
It was a lingerie box.
With wide eyes Eden picked up the powder white lace thong pillowed within the tissue paper and gasped softly at the thick strand of obsidian pearls fastened to it. She moved the box aside and splayed the thong out in front of her.
Eden stared at it in wonder.
It was unquestionably the loveliest piece of lingerie she'd ever seen. Her fingertips whispered along the strand of pearls forming a U that ran from the front of the lace panties to the back. The design was insanely erotic, the placement of the pearls undoubtedly meant to stimulate a woman's clitoris when worn. A fresh surge of arousal flooded through Eden, as she thought of the prospects. Her perverted mind conjuring wild, sex filled images that set her lush caramel skin ablaze, a warm flush covering every inch of her naked body.
The unexpected touch of his hand cupping her jaw produced a jolt that went straight to her damp, swollen pussy. "Look at me, pet."
Through the veil of thick, sooty lashes Eden's eyes found his and felt their smoldering impact like a sweet violation.
Leaning down he whispered, "I want to kiss your lips," his potent lust fanned her parted lips. Yes. She thought. The balm of his mouth would temper the fire liquefying her core. Her eyes automatically fell shut, her head tilting up a bit to receive his kiss.
It never came.
She opened her eyes to find his burnished stare. A hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his sinfully wicked mouth.
"Not these," his roughened thumb skated along her top lip before sliding down to tease the bottom one. "The ones between your thighs. I want you to wear these pearls and sit on my face, Eden, so that I can press my lips to your clit, slip my tongue down your pussy and slowly suck on your sweetness until you coat my tongue with your juices."
Completely and utterly floored, Eden was at a loss for words. All she knew was how badly she ached for him, how his words nearly shoved her into orgasm just now.
"Will you do that for me, pet?" How was that even a question? How could he not know how desperate she was for him? How ready she was to let him dine on her? She'd sell her own soul just to have a taste of everything he just said he'd do. Luckily it wouldn't come to that.
"Yes." It was an emphatic, breathless response that couldn't come out quick enough.
"Good Lord," Eden murmured under her breath the second she slid off the bed and slipped on the lacy garment. Those two whispered words were followed quickly by a silent "Oh," as the pearls slid into place. The soft, delicate lace melted into her skin but the pearls were the true star of the show. There was no ignoring them. They rubbed purposely against her clit, any subtle movement...even just breathing made Eden aware of every single pearl. The sensation of having the strands riding the V of her pussy lips, curving up her between her ass cheeks was pure sin.
"Bend over and touch your toes." Came his silken command from his position on the bed. "Show me how you wear your pearls." He'd taken a seat behind her, silently watching her while barely keeping restraints on his flagrant desire for her.
Eden felt like the embodiment of sex. Especially armed with the knowledge of how badly Dominic wanted her. It emboldened her, made her feel like a goddess and a nympho all at once. The potency of his hunger obliterated all hints of coyness in her body. With only the thought of driving him further off the edge and have him lose that little bit of control he still maintained. Eden turned her back to him, widening her stance so that when she bent slowly at the waist he was able to see every glistening inch of her pussy, she
knew she'd accomplished her goal when she heard him curse. With a secret smile pulling at her lips, Eden moved her hips from side to side, the effect jiggled her ass just how he liked it. She believed she had the upper hand in her game of seduction and while she silently patted herself on the back for having the foresight to get a bikini wax earlier in the week, she was taken completely by surprise when she felt Dominic's arm wrap around her waist before he hauled her to bed.
"Enough teasing," he growled, claiming her mouth with a branding kiss that consumed her soul. "I want you on my face, now." He gave her little choice as he flipped her on top of him with a swiftness that took Eden's breath away. He helped her move up his torso until she stood straddling his face on her knees. Any hint of the seductress from minutes ago disappeared leaving behind a woman too caught up in her lover's raw sexual hunger. Eden's breath hitched, her heart galloping in her chest when he framed her hips with his large hands, moving around to grab her ass. She had no choice but to reach out for their headboard to keep herself steady, her palms lying flat against it for support as he dove in. He started with that promised kiss. A shockingly erotic brush of his warm lips against the pearl that sat right on top of her clit. Eden gave a shuddering breath, goosebumps pebbled her skin as her breasts became full and her nipples tightened.
He knew her pussy, he owned her pussy because Dominic had tattooed his name on it with both his dick and tongue a very long time ago. Engaging every last one of his five senses, he touched his nose to the drenched folds on her tender flesh and inhaled deeply. Her fragrance watered his tongue, it torpedoed through his bloodstream and heightened that primal hunger to devour everything about her. She was the first and last meal placed before a starving man, but Dominic would not simply eat her to slake his burning hunger, he wanted to savor this, wanted to revel in her pleasure and coat his tongue with her orgasms.
Running his hands across the curves on her plump ass cheeks, he gave a gentle tug on the pearls and Eden gasped. Torment came in the form of his finger parting her folds to run down the length of the wet pearls, a hot puff of breath over her swollen clit had her hips bucking. He moved the pearls gently back and forth so it rubbed sensually between her lips, while his tongue lapped her, alternating between flicks against her swollen clit to broad strokes down her slit. He nibbled on her, taking the pearls and her hot flesh between his teeth and nipped, only to sooth it seconds later with his lips and tongue. Breathlessly begging him not to stop, one of her hands remained against the headboard while the other threaded through his thick hair, needing him inside her drenched, pulsing flesh. Eden’s hips moved as she danced on his face, grinding and gyrating to a rhythm that only grew more erratic the faster he fucked her with his tongue. Her legs quivered around of his head from the building pressure, but he kept her still by locking his arms around her thighs. It was too much. Felt too damn good.
The intensity of pleasure rocked Eden. It raced through her, lighting and detonating every cell in her body and still it could not be contained. It shook her frame and leaked from her pores, dripped from the heart of her center and spilling directly into the hot, unforgiving mouth poised at her core. He drank greedily from her, licking and sucking at her flowing juices like he needed it to quench his soul.
He didn't let her catch her breath, didn't let her come down from the sheer ecstasy of her release before he was on her again. He maneuvered himself out from beneath her with ease and flipped her onto her back. Tugging her hips forward, he spread her legs to slide the glistening pearls to one side of the lips he’d just ravished and with one short, swift drive of his hips, Dominic sank into her volcanic heat.
Eden moaned long and deep. A dark, primal sound of intense gratification as she reveled in sensations, her eyes drifting shut as his dick filled her, stretched her, and moved with perfect precision inside her core. Imprisoned beneath his weight, she clamped her legs tight around his body so that her thighs bracketed his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers burying themselves in the thickness of his hair as she dragged him down for a kiss. The stroke of his tongue, the sensual bite of his teeth as he nipped at her bottom lip and the slow, tantalizing way he sucked on it to soothe the bite only intensified the moment.
Resting his forehead against hers, they were nose to nose, breathing as one with eyes locked.
In his burnished gaze Eden saw a reflection of herself, saw the all-encompassing scope of his love for her and became enraptured by it, by the beauty and immensity of it.
"Hell is being away from you, Eden," he whispered profoundly. "But it's well worth enduring if it means finding my way back to your paradise."
His words did more than sear her heart, they annihilated her soul. "I love you," she cried. "I love you so much, Dom."
He loved her slowly, patiently, touched her as if she were made of glass instead of flesh and bones. But Eden didn’t mind. Not even a little. She loved being cherished by him. His kisses were tender brushes of fire, his caresses ignited sparks. His deep, long thrusts sent Eden into the inferno of his desire and she went up like a supernova. Everything that she was came apart and she was only too happy to see it go. He came down on her, gathered her tightly in his embrace, his breath coming harsh and fast against her ear, "I love you too," he burrowed deeply into her and drenched her core with his raw essence.
***
Three scantily clad women worked the VIP lounge at Kings, their attention divided between the five men seated around the poker table. They served drinks, giggled at lewd jokes that weren’t particularly funny and tolerated a few indecent touches because it garnered more tips and no one tipped better than Mayor Bruce Barrett. The philandering politician was the main target of the women and seated a short distance from the spectacle occurring in front of him, Dominic didn’t know whether to pity his longtime friend or be irritated at him for his continuing stupidity.
“Ladies, a hundred bucks to the first one of you who can pour me drink. Make it a double and I’ll add another hundred.” The pixie haired blond closest to him laughed triumphantly as she plucked the hundred dollar bill he held up in the air before hurrying down to the bar to fetch him his drink. He was working his way towards complete inebriation and Dominic couldn’t say he blamed him.
“Gentlemen!” Bruce called. Taking his drink from the stripper when she returned, he raised the glass up high and staggered to his feet. “I’ve invited you all here to celebrate my divorce! It was finalized today and the bitch took everything! It’ll be front page news tomorrow, so drink up while I can still afford to pay for it!”
The laughter from the equally drunk men in the room had Dominic clenching his teeth, no longer conflicted on how he should feel about this entire ordeal. Bruce had brought this on himself. It was only a matter of time before his mistreatment of his wife and constant cheating pushed Cassie to leave. And Dominic had done nothing to stop her. There were things he could’ve done to make her stay with Bruce, secrets from her past he’d uncovered that he could’ve threatened to bring to light if she left the politician. But he’d decided against it, when a year ago he would’ve had no qualms in forcing his friend’s wife to remain in a marriage that was slowly destroying her. A short year ago, Dominic would’ve done things differently. But he wasn’t that man anymore. No—that wasn’t completely true. He was the same man, just with a slightly better disposition. What was it Eden called him? A working progress. And he had to agree. There were far more things about himself he needed to work on before he could ever truly be worthy of her and their son, but it was a goal he was determined to achieve. Being fully aware of the sort of man he was then in comparison to the man he was now made it easier for Dominic to recognize Bruce’s abusive behavior towards his wife. Bruce was Dominic a year ago, only difference was that he’d had the sense to see and acknowledge his wrongs before it’d been too late. He’d wanted Eden and he’d fought to keep her. There wasn’t a day that went by that Dominic wasn’t grateful that she decided to stay.
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p; Bruce however, didn’t fight for his marriage. He cared more about the faceless, nameless and countless women he slept with more than he ever cared for his wife and kids. Dominic could say this because he knew Bruce. His best friend had more brains in his dick than he did in his head. It’s always been this way. Only now it’s reached a point where it not only affected his personal life, but his political career as well. And no one in the room seemed the least bit concerned. In fact, the five men Bruce called “friends” were equal participants in the stupidity, all the while reveling in liquor and the contrived affections of the women servicing them. There was one man in particular that spurred Bruce on. Ethan Blake. Having returned from a two year stint in England, the last remaining heir of Franklin Blake’s real estate empire had reinstituted himself back into Bruce’s life roughly ten months ago and had become a permanent fixture in their lives, much to Dominic’s annoyance. Ethan was a pompous little shit with too much money and not enough sense to know he was a nuisance. They’d all met in college, but he’d been more Bruce’s friend than Dominic’s. He was only slightly tolerated by the latter now because of his deep pockets. Despite Bruce’s current careless approach to his political career, Dominic knew his friend had aspirations for a higher office and those aspirations necessitated not only the backing of the right people, but a lot of money as well. Dominic was cynical enough to think Bruce kept Ethan around because he was fully aware of his value.
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