by Sylvia Day
My throat tightened. “Gideon.”
“The sun was shining behind you, and I thought you couldn’t possibly be real.”
I struggled to get my hands free. “Let me touch you.”
“I came after you because I couldn’t stay away and when I found you, you wanted me.” He held both my wrists in one hand and cupped my butt in the other, lifting me as he pulled out, then thrust deep.
I moaned, rippling around him, my sex sucking ravenously at his thickness. “Oh God, it’s so good. You feel so good …”
“I want to come all over you, come inside you. I want you on your knees and on your back. And you want me this way.”
“I need you this way.”
“I push inside you and I can’t take it.” His mouth lowered to mine, sucking erotically. “I need you so much.”
“Gideon. Let me touch you.”
“I’ve captured an angel.” His kiss was wild and wet, passionate. His lips slanted over mine, his tongue fucking deep and fast. “And I put my greedy hands all over you. I defile you. And you love it.”
“I love you.”
He stroked into me and I writhed, my thighs grasping his pumping hips. “Fuck me. Oh, Gideon. Fuck me hard.”
Digging his knees in, he gave me what I begged for, powering into me. His cock plunged into me over and over, his groans and fevered words of lust gusting against my ear.
My core tightened, my clit throbbing with every impact of his pelvis against mine. His heavy sac smacked against the curve of my buttocks and the couch thumped against the bare concrete, inching forward as Gideon pounded into me, every muscle in his body flexing on his downstrokes.
The obscene sounds of furious sex drowned out the awareness of the workers only yards away. The race to climax drove us both, our bodies the outlet for the violence of our emotions.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he growled, sweat sliding down his temple.
Just the thought of him finishing that way set me off. My sex spasmed in climax, clutching and grabbing at his driving cock, the endless pulses of orgasm radiating outward to my fingers and toes. And still he didn’t stop, his hips circling and lunging, expertly pleasuring me until I sagged limp beneath him.
“Eva. Now.” He reared back and I followed, scrambling to my knees and sliding my mouth down his glistening erection.
At the first hint of suction, he was coming, spilling over my tongue in powerful bursts. I swallowed repeatedly, drinking him down, relishing the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest.
His hands were in my hair, his head bowed over me, sweat glistening on his abs. My mouth slid up and down his cock, my cheeks hollowing on drawing pulls.
“Stop,” he gasped, pulling me off. “You’ll make me hard again.”
He was still hard, but I didn’t point that out.
Gideon cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, our flavors mingling. “Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for? You did all the work.”
“There’s no work involved in fucking you, angel.” His slow smile was pure satiated male. “I’m grateful for the privilege.”
I sank back onto my heels. “You’re killing me. You can’t be that gorgeous and sexy and say stuff like that. It’s overload. It fries my brain. Sends me into a meltdown.”
His smile widened and he kissed me again. “I know the feeling.”
13
MAYBE IT WAS because I’d just gotten laid myself that I saw the signs on Megumi. Or maybe my sex radar, as Cary called it, wasn’t on the fritz anymore. Whatever the reason, I knew my friend had slept with the guy she’d been planning on breaking up with and I could tell she wasn’t happy about it.
“Is it on or off?” I asked leaning on the reception counter.
“Oh, I broke it off,” she said glumly. “After I hit it with him again first. I figured it’d be liberating. Plus who knows how long my next dry spell will last.”
“Are you second-guessing your decision to end it?”
“Not really. He just acted all hurt about it, like I’d used him for sex. Which I guess I did, but he’s a no-strings-attached guy. I figured he wouldn’t have a problem with a no-strings-attached nooner.”
“So now your head’s all fucked up.” I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Remember, this is the guy who hadn’t called you since Friday. He got lunch with a beautiful girl and an orgasm, not a bad deal.”
Her head canted to the side. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Her mood visibly lifted. “Are you working out tonight, Eva?”
“I should, but my dad’s in town and I’m playing it on his schedule. If we go, you’re welcome to tag along, but I won’t know until after work.”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“Is that an excuse I hear?”
Her grin was sheepish. “Maybe a little one.”
“If you want, you can come home with me after work and meet him. If he wants to work out, you can borrow something of mine to wear. If not, we can come up with something else to do.”
“I’d like that.”
“Okay, then we’re set.” It would be good for both of us. It would give my dad another look at the normalcy in my life and it would keep Megumi from torturing herself over Michael. “We’ll head out at five.”
“YOU live here?” Megumi tipped her head back to look at my apartment building. “Nice.”
Like the others on the tree-lined street, it had history and showed it off with the kinds of architectural detailing contemporary builders didn’t use anymore. The building had been updated and now sheltered residents with a modern glass overhang above the entrance. The addition meshed surprisingly well with the façade.
“Come on,” I said to her, smiling at Paul as he opened the door for us.
When we exited the elevator on my floor, I forced myself not to glance at Gideon’s door. What would it be like to take a friend home to a place I shared with Gideon?
I wanted that. Wanted to build that with him.
I unlocked my apartment and took Megumi’s purse when we stepped inside. “Make yourself at home. I’m just going to let my dad know we’re here.”
She stared wide-eyed at the open floor plan of the living room and kitchen. “This place is huge.”
“We don’t need all this room, really.”
She grinned. “But who’s going to complain?”
“Right.”
I was turning toward the hallway leading to the guest room when my mom emerged from the hall leading to my bedroom and Cary’s, which was on the opposite side of the living area. I came to a halt, startled to see her wearing my skirt and blouse. “Mom? What are you doing here?”
Her reddened eyes locked on a point somewhere around my waist, her skin pale enough to make her makeup look overdone. That was when I realized she was wearing my cosmetics, too. Although we’d been mistaken for sisters on occasion, my gray eyes and soft olive skin tone came from my dad and necessitated a different color palette than the pastels my mom used.
Queasiness spread through my stomach. “Mom?”
“I have to go.” She wouldn’t meet my gaze. “I hadn’t realized it was so late.”
“Why are you wearing my clothes?” I asked, even though I knew.
“I spilled something on my dress. I’ll get these back to you.” She rushed past me, coming to another abrupt stop when she saw Megumi.
I couldn’t move; my feet felt rooted to the carpet. My hands fisted at my sides. I knew the walk of shame when I saw it. My chest tightened with anger and disappointment.
“Hi, Monica.” Megumi came forward to give her a hug. “How are you?”
“Megumi. Hi.” My mom clearly scrambled for more to say. “It’s great to see you. I wish I could stay and hang out with you girls, but I really have to run.”
“Is Clancy here?” I asked, not having paid attention to the other vehicles on the street when I’d arrived.
“No, I’ll grab a ca
b.” She still didn’t look directly at me, even when she turned her head in my direction.
“Megumi, would you mind sharing a cab with my mom? I’m sorry to flake on you, but I’m suddenly not feeling well.”
“Oh, sure.” She searched my face and I could see her picking up on my change of mood. “No problem.”
My mom looked at me then and I couldn’t think of a thing to say to her. I was almost as disgusted by the look of guilt on her face as I was by the thought of her cheating on Stanton. If she was going to do it, she could at least own it.
My dad chose that moment to join us. He walked into the room dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with bare feet and hair still damp from a shower.
As always, my luck was impeccably bad.
“Dad, this is my friend Megumi. Megumi, this is my dad, Victor Reyes.”
As my dad walked to Megumi and shook her hand, my parents gave each other a wide berth. The precaution did nothing to stop the electricity arcing between them.
“I’d thought maybe we could hang out,” I told him to fill the sudden awkward silence, “but now I’m not feeling up to it.”
“I have to go,” my mom said again, grabbing her purse. “Megumi, did you want to ride with me?”
“Yes, please.” My friend hugged me good-bye. “I’ll call you later and see how you’re feeling.”
“Thanks.” I caught her hand and squeezed it before she pulled away.
The moment the door shut behind them, I headed to my room.
My dad came after me. “Eva, wait.”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Don’t be childish about this.”
“Excuse me?” I rounded on him. “My stepdad pays for this apartment. He wanted me to have a place with great security so I’d be safe from Nathan. Were you thinking about that when you were fucking his wife?”
“Watch your mouth. You’re still my daughter.”
“You’re right. And you know what?” I backed up toward the hallway. “I’ve never been ashamed about that until now.”
I lay on my bed and stared up the ceiling, wishing I could be with Gideon, but knowing he was in therapy with Dr. Petersen.
I texted Cary instead: I need u. Come home ASAP.
It was close to seven when the knock came on my bedroom door. “Baby girl? It’s me. Let me in.”
I rushed to open it and surged into him, hugging him tight. He picked me up so that my feet left the floor and carried me into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.
He dropped me on the bed and took a seat beside me, his arm around my shoulders. He smelled good, his cologne familiar. I leaned into him, grateful for his unconditional friendship.
After a few minutes, I told him. “My parents slept with each other.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him.
He grimaced. “I heard ’em when I was heading out to the shoot this afternoon.”
“Eww.” My stomach churned.
“Yeah, doesn’t work for me, either,” he muttered. His fingers sifted through my hair. “Your dad’s on the couch looking beat. Did you say something to him?”
“Unfortunately. I was mean, and now I’m feeling awful about it. I need to talk to him but it’s weird, because the person I’m feeling most loyal to is Stanton. I don’t even like the guy half the time.”
“He’s been good to you, and to your mom. And getting cheated on is never cool.”
I groaned. “I’d be less freaked about it if they’d gone somewhere else. I mean, it’d still be wrong, but these are Stanton’s digs. That makes it worse.”
“It does,” he agreed.
“How would you feel about moving?”
His brows rose. “Because your parents shagged here?”
“No.” I stood and started pacing. “Security was the reason we got this place. It made sense to let Stanton help out when Nathan was a threat and safety was a priority, but now …” I looked at him. “It’s all different now. It doesn’t seem right anymore.”
“Move where? Someplace else in New York we can afford on our own? Or out of New York altogether?”
“I don’t want to leave New York,” I assured him. “Your work is here. Mine, too.”
And Gideon.
Cary shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. I’m game.”
Walking over to where he still sat on my bed, I hugged him. “Would you mind ordering something in for dinner while I talk to my dad?”
“Got anything particular in mind?”
“Nope. Surprise me.”
I joined my dad on the couch. He’d been surfing through my tablet but put it aside when I sat.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” I began. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Yeah, you did.” He scrubbed wearily at the back of his neck. “And I don’t blame you. I’m not proud of myself right now. And I have no excuse. I knew better. She knew better.”
Pulling my legs up, I sat facing him with my shoulder resting against the back of the sofa. “You guys have a lot of chemistry. I know what that’s like.”
He shot me an examining glance, his gray eyes stormy and serious. “You have that with Cross. I saw it when he came over for dinner. Are you going to try to work things out with him?”
“I’d like to. Would you have a problem with that?”
“Does he love you?”
“Yes.” My mouth curved. “But more than that, I’m … necessary to him. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me.”
“So why aren’t you together?”
“Well … it’s complicated.”
“Isn’t it always?” he said ruefully. “Listen. You should know … I’ve loved your mother since the moment I saw her. What happened today shouldn’t have happened, but it meant something to me.”
“I get it.” I reached for his hand. “So what happens now?”
“I head home tomorrow. Try to get my head on straight.”
“Cary and I were talking about coming out to San Diego the weekend after next. We thought we’d drop in and just hang out. See you and Dr. Travis.”
“Did you talk to Travis about what happened to you?”
“Yes. You saved my life hooking me up with him,” I said honestly. “I can’t thank you enough for that. Mom had been sending me to all these stuffy shrinks and I just couldn’t connect with any of them. I felt like a case study. Dr. Travis made me feel like I was normal. Plus I met Cary.”
“Are you two done talking about me?” As if on cue, Cary walked into the room waving a take-out menu. “I know I’m fascinating, but you might want to save your jaws for the Thai food we’ve got coming. I ordered a ton of it.”
MY dad caught an eleven o’clock flight out of New York, so I had to leave it to Cary to see him off. We said our good-byes before I left for work, promising to make plans for the trip to San Diego the next time we talked.
I was in the back of a cab on the way to work when Brett called. For just a moment, I debated letting the call go to voice mail, and then I got over it and answered. “Hi, you.”
“Hello, gorgeous.” His voice rolled over my senses like warm chocolate. “Ready for tomorrow?”
“I will be. What time is the video launch? When do we need to be in Times Square?”
“We’re supposed to arrive at six.”
“Okay. I don’t know what to wear.”
“You’ll look amazing no matter what you’ve got on.”
“Let’s hope. How’s the tour going?”
“I’m having the time of my life.” He laughed, and the husky, sexy sound brought back memories. “It’s a helluva long way from Pete’s.”
“Ah, Pete’s.” I’d never forget that bar, although some of the nights I’d spent there were a bit hazy. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I get to see you. I can’t wait.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“I’m excited about the video launch,
too.” He laughed again. “I wish I could see you tonight, but I’m taking a red-eye into JFK. Plan on dinner tomorrow, though.”
“Can Cary come? I invited him to the video launch already. You two know each other, so I figured you wouldn’t mind. Too much, anyway.”
He snorted. “You don’t need a cockblocker, Eva. I can restrain myself.”
The cab pulled over in front of the Crossfire and the driver stopped the meter. I pushed cash through the Plexiglas slot and slid out, leaving the door open for the guy rushing over to hop in. “I thought you liked Cary.”
“I do, but not as much as I like having you to myself. How about we compromise and agree that Cary comes to the launch and you come to dinner alone?”
“All right.” I figured it wouldn’t hurt to make the situation easier for Gideon to deal with by picking a restaurant he owned. “How about I make the reservation?”
“Awesome.”
“I’ve got to run. I’m just getting to work.”
“Text me your address, so I know where to pick you up.”
“Will do.” I spun through the revolving door and headed toward the turnstiles. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“I’m looking forward to it. See you around five.”
Tucking my phone away, I entered the nearest open elevator. When I got upstairs and was buzzed through the glass security doors, I was greeted by Megumi’s phone thrust in my face.
“Can you believe this?” she asked.
I pulled back enough to bring the screen into focus. “Three missed calls from Michael.”
“I hate guys like him,” she complained. “Hot and cold and all over the place. They want you until they have you, then they want something else.”
“So tell him that.”
“Really?”
“Straight up. You could just avoid his calls, but that’ll drive you crazy. Don’t agree to meet with him, though. Having sex with him again would be bad.”
“Right.” Megumi nodded. “Sex is bad, even when it’s really good.”
Laughing, I headed back to my cubicle. I had other things to do besides referee someone else’s love life. Mark was juggling several accounts at once, with three campaigns rolling into the final stages. Creatives were at work and mock-ups were slowly making their way across his desk. That was my favorite part—seeing all the strategizing come together.
