by M. Robinson
Jealousy courses through my veins as she feeds my fears about Caleb’s interest in her. “Is that what you want?” I ask tersely.
“What I want is you,” she says tiredly, seeming to deflate a little more with each syllable. “But you know that. I’m so tired of wanting what I can’t have, Lee. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t… I don’t want to. It’s not fair.”
I could tell myself she doesn’t mean it, that she’s only saying this because she has been drinking, but there’s finality in her words. Maybe she is only saying it because she’s drunk, but it’s the truth. Even if she caved and went back on her words tomorrow, I know she means them from the bottom of her heart.
It hurts her to love me.
A better man might let her go, knowing that.
A better man might hold his tongue and watch with a clenched jaw as she turns and heads back inside the mansion in search of someone who will treat her more fairly.
Some part of me wants to be that man for her, the one who lets her go for her own good, but I’ve tailored so much around making sure she always stays.
Impermanence terrifies me. Losing Tess was more a nuisance than anything, but losing Tina was absolute agony. There was nothing I could do as she was torn from my life, leaving a void in my heart nothing else could ever fill.
She was never really mine, I just loved her like she was.
The way Georgia loves me.
I knew when I felt that searing pain, I’d never let myself feel it again.
Georgia might think I’m an asshole for letting her yearn for me for all these years, but she doesn’t understand… it has to be that way. The moment I reach out and grab her is the moment she loses her freedom to leave. If I claim her for myself, I’m never letting go.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I murmur lowly, looking down at her. “You think you want this, Georgia, but you don’t understand…”
“I know what I want, Lee.”
I’m terrified she’s wrong, but my self-control has abraded watching her with someone else tonight, and she’s tugging on the frayed threads.
I reach out a hand, sliding my fingers through the silky strands of her hair and cupping her face. “I can’t lose you.”
Her big eyes soften as she looks up at me, bathed in moonlight. “You don’t have to,” she says softly.
Behind us, the wealthy and elite celebrate like the world outside the opulent mansion doesn’t exist, but my whole world is standing in front of me.
Every day I look forward to seeing this woman.
Every night I think about what it would be like to have her in bed beside me.
Maybe I’ve been fooling myself thinking I could hold on to her longer if we only blurred lines instead of actually crossing them.
Especially when crossing them seems like such fun…
Before I can think too much about what I’m doing, my grip on her tightens and I pull her close.
Her lips part, a soft gasp of surprise escaping them as her green eyes widen. I release her hair, my hand sliding down the delicate column of her throat. My other hand grips her waist. I walk her back until she’s pressed against the car, then I close the distance between us.
“Lee,” she whispers uncertainly.
But the time for uncertainty has passed, and the sound of my name on her lips, the breathy quality of her voice when she knows she’s about to be kissed…
There’s no uncertainty in my steely grip as I hold on to her and lower my face toward hers.
Chapter Seven
Georgia
My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as Lee drifts closer. My chest constricts, making it harder and harder to breathe.
This can’t actually be happening.
But it does.
His lips touch mine, and my heart explodes on contact.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to.
A chill dances down my arms from the chilly December weather, but he’s all I need to keep warm.
I twine my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he crushes me against the limousine. It seems the first taste made him hungrier; his hand leaves my waist and snakes down my hip until he’s grabbing my thigh, lifting it and making room for himself between them.
Arousal pours through me like liquid gold. I’m so thankful for the high split, especially when he presses his muscled thigh between my legs.
I cry out a little, just from the pressure. Excitement whirls through me, but hunger is hot on its heels. I need more. I need it now. I’ve waited for years; I can’t wait a moment more.
To let him know what I want, I drop my hand and let it snake between us. I cup the hard outline of his cock in my hand and taste his greedy growl on my lips.
“Careful,” he murmurs.
I ignore his warning, unfastening his pants, needing to touch him.
His nails bite into my skin as he grips my thigh harder. “Georgia…”
“Fuck me,” I say, breaking away from his mouth to leave a trail of frenzied kisses along his jaw line. My hand slides down the front of his black slacks. He groans as I wrap my fingers around his thick cock. “Please.”
He lets go of me and pulls away. For a split second, I think he’s stopping and my heart stops beating. But then he turns me around and shoves me inside the limousine.
My tummy tumbles and my heart soars as I crawl forward on my seat. I hear him close the door behind me, but before I have a chance to turn around, he grabs me again.
I’m on the floor at his feet in an instant, my legs curled behind me, my dress riding up and the high split revealing more skin than a gown like this should. His dark, hungry gaze rakes over me, but he never lets go.
My hair, styled so skillfully and secured with a million pins, goes to hell. He shoves his fingers through the dark mass and plucks out pins like they’re thorns in his paw. Finally satisfied when my hair falls freely down my back, he lets go and shifts in his seat.
I forget all about my hair when he pulls his cock out.
I lick my lips, admiring it for the very first time. He doesn’t have to tell me to suck it—I’m desperate for a taste. I get on my knees and position myself between his legs. Arousal pours through me as I wrap my fingers around him, then dip my head and take him into my mouth.
It doesn’t even occur to me that we have an audience until he puts a hand on the back of my head and tells Esteban, “We forgot her coat. Go back and get it. And for God’s sake, put up the partition.”
Heat warms my cheeks, but I’m sure Esteban isn’t watching, even if he knows what’s happening.
To be honest, I don’t care if he is.
The whole world could be watching and it wouldn’t stop me.
It feels like heaven when Lee threads his fingers through my hair, tenderly caressing my head as I pleasure him. It feels like approval. Appreciation. My reward for being so damn patient.
I suck him while Esteban goes to retrieve my coat, but when he comes back out, he lowers the partition enough to warn us that he’s going to be driving.
Lee’s grip on my hair tightens and he pulls me off. I lick my swollen lips and look up at him.
Affection glints in his eyes as he pats the seat beside him. “You should probably come up here now.”
I’m reluctant to stop, but I climb up on the seat beside him anyway. I’m a little out of sorts, unsure what to do. Should I put on my seat belt? I didn’t get him off, surely he doesn’t want to stop…
Before I even have time to reach for the seat belt, Lee moves to the floor, a devilish glint in his eyes as he looks up at me.
“What are you—?”
Before I have time to finish my question, he grabs the hem of my dress and slides his fingers underneath. A shiver passes over me as his strong hands skim my bare thighs. He hooks his fingers inside the waistband of my red lace panties and drags them down.
I flush as he pulls them down my legs and all the way off. Our bodies sway slightly as the car t
urns out of the driveway. Lee crouches down, repositions me lower on the seat, then drapes my legs over his shoulders.
My heart hammers as he puts a hand under my ass and squeezes as he repositions me a little more, then his face disappears between my thighs and I’m utterly fucking lost.
I grip the smooth leather upholstery, trying to hold it together as his tongue darts inside me. I whimper as he licks my clit, gripping the seat and swiveling my hips in rhythm with his skilled tongue.
Even in my filthiest fantasies, I never envisioned Lee on his knees in the back of the limo eating me out as his driver took us home, but the way his incredible tongue strokes me and drives me out of my mind, I really wish we’d started doing this a lot sooner.
Pleasure makes me shameless. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the back of a moving car with someone up front who can probably hear everything, doesn’t matter if he’s holding my ass off the seat while he devours my pussy like it’s his favorite dessert. My legs shake as the pressure inside me becomes so immense, I could cry.
“Lee,” I cry, my voice sharp with need.
He tortures me with his tongue, slowing down instead of speeding up. He drags his hot tongue over my clit, leaving me in such agonizing need, I’m ready to beg.
And then he stops.
So does my heart. I look up at him, a bit dazed and very much confused. “Why are you stopping?”
He doesn’t answer, just climbs onto the seat beside me, then lifts my hips and guides me into position on my hands and knees.
My heart does a somersault.
He drags up the material, running a hand over my hip before grabbing it and holding on to me. I hear rustling fabric, feel his masculine heat as he moves up behind me.
I brace my weight on my hands and knees, flushing as he shoves the dress higher and I know my whole bottom half is exposed.
He brings his cock to my entrance, teasing me with the head of it. He uses it to spread me and tease me once, twice, three times before easing in.
My pussy is slick and ready for him. I sink to my forearms but keep my butt up as he pushes in deeper. I close my eyes when his hand moves appreciatively over the curve of my ass as he pushes his cock a little deeper.
I don’t think he’s wearing a condom, but I don’t care. I want to feel every inch of him inside me, no barriers. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by him, and I want to be left a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty skin. I want to feel his cum leaking out of me as he holds me against his chest and kisses my forehead in the aftermath.
God, I want this man.
My pussy clenches around him as he shoves in all the way to the hilt. I feel so full. So full of him. It’s incredible.
And then he begins to move. The friction of his thick cock against my walls nearly undoes me. I was already so turned on, already so tense and needy from when he licked my pussy and didn’t let me finish. I’m a mess of want and need as he drives into me and withdraws, as he grips my hips and slaps my ass and fucks me like a man possessed.
I’m sweaty and shaky and I can’t trust my own voice. It cracks at least half the times I whimper and cry out. The pleasure is agonizing. I twist and plant my face against the seat, my nails digging into the expensive upholstery. His powerful thrusts slam me back and forth, so I have to hold on to something.
“Please,” I cry out, sounding caught someplace between ecstasy and misery. And I was.
“You want to come on my cock, beautiful?”
His coaxing tone rolled over my frayed nerves like honey. Compliments from him are always hard-won, so being called beautiful is like dousing the flames of pleasure with gasoline. “Yes. God, yes.”
I expect him to pick up the pace, to fuck me even harder and drive me home.
Instead, the bastard pulls out.
“No,” I cry, my face smashed against the seat. “Why are you like this?”
I hear a low chuckle, but he doesn’t torture me for too long. He unzips my dress, then says, “On your back.”
My body is so taut with need, I’m surprised my muscles even work, but I manage to roll onto my back and look up at him miserably.
Lee smiles, reaching down to give my cheek a sympathetic rub. “Your pussy needs me that bad, hm?”
I’m in no position to fuss over his arrogance. “Really, really bad. If you pull out before I finish again, it might revolt.”
He smirks. “Take your dress off. I want to see all of you.”
The fabric is already loose around my body since he unzipped it. It’s easy to tug off, but I don’t know where to put it. It’s such a lovely gown, I feel bad when he grabs it and tosses it, and it pools on the limo floor by the bar.
“That’s definitely going to wrinkle,” I murmur.
His hard, muscled length comes down on top of me, making it a little hard to focus on tomorrow’s dry cleaning.
He’s still wearing his expensive, snowy white dress shirt, but he must have peeled off his tuxedo jacket when I was on all fours. I want him to take it off so we’re lying skin against skin, but he doesn’t take the time to finish undressing. He reaches down and guides his cock back into me, and this is even better, because now I can look into his eyes as he fills me. When he lodges himself all the way inside me, he leans down and kisses me.
My lips mold beneath his and my arms wind around his neck so I can keep him close. His hips begin to rock as he moves inside me, slow for the first few pumps, but his control slips and he starts to ram into me harder. I’m not the only one who didn’t get to come yet, after all.
Being possessed by him is the greatest feeling in the world, and this time when he has me panting, crying out, and writhing against the seat, he doesn’t stop. He chases me right over the precipice. My pussy clenches tightly around his cock as I cry out, and with a low groan, he follows me over the edge.
Once he’s spent inside me, he collapses on top of me. We’re both breathing hard, our skin slick with perspiration. He lays his head on my chest, and my whole heart wraps around him.
If he hurts me now, he’ll have to break through it like a cocoon. Stupid heart. It won’t even fit anyone but him anymore.
Like it ever did.
I smile faintly at that immensely stupid thought and tighten my arms around him. My fingers rest on his muscular back. I’m so happy and satisfied, I wish this moment would never end.
I’m full of his cum, too, just like I wanted to be.
He lifts his head so he can look down at me.
I’m terrified he’ll say something I’ll hate, so I lean up and kiss him.
My fears ease when he smiles at me, his features still relaxed.
His voice is low and grumbly, a bedroom tone if I’ve ever heard one. “You wanna come back to my place?”
Shock shoots straight through me, but of course he already knows what I’m going to say.
“Yes.”
Wordlessly, he rests his head back on my breast.
Absently, I thread my fingers through his short dark hair and play with it.
Maybe he won’t crush me in the aftermath like I fear he will.
Maybe everything will be okay.
Chapter Eight
Georgia
One year later
“I think it needs more tinsel.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Lee disagrees, grabbing me around the waist and dragging me toward the couch.
A week ago when I first stepped foot in this living room, there was no tinsel. In fact, there was no tree. Apparently, Lee was living his best Grinch life, because there was not a single decoration to be found anywhere in his whole apartment.
Like any dutiful assistant, I fixed it for him.
On the couch, I turn and wiggle until I’m snuggled against his side. We spend a few peaceful minutes just cuddling and gazing at the tree off to the left of the fireplace.
His apartment still doesn’t look cozy or festive, by any means. The artificial tree is white with matte black ornaments and not a single candy
cane. He complained about the tinsel, but I complained about his “supervillain aesthetic” Christmas tree, so we both had to make compromises.
We’re spending Christmas together, that’s the important thing.
We spent the day visiting his family upstate. I never dreamed when I wrapped those presents (that I also bought) that I would get to see them opened, but I did. We sat on his mom’s couch with Lee’s arm wrapped around me like a proper boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
I’ll never get used to that.
A shiver dances down my spine as he lifts my hand and kisses it. “Are you ready for bed?”
I’ll never get used to that, either.
It’s only nine o’clock, but I know if he wants to go to bed that early, that means we’re going to get very naughty before we fall asleep. “I sure am.”
“Good.”
Lee stands first, then offers me his hand.
I gladly take it, letting him tug me off the couch and into his arms. I can’t resist the urge to kiss him and I don’t have to anymore. Winding my arms around his neck and leaning up on my tiptoes, I kiss his perfect lips.
Mm, what a perfect Christmas Eve.
I drop my arms and take his hand, but as we head toward the bedroom, there’s a knock at the door.
Lee frowns and drops my hand, looking out the peephole before pulling the door open.
The concierge from the lobby is standing on the other side. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, Mr. Holden, but a package was just delivered for you. It being Christmas Eve, I thought it might be a gift and you might need it for morning.”
He takes it rather grumpily, so I hurry over and thank the concierge for him.
“You’re such a grump sometimes,” I tell him, but I can’t keep the fondness out of my voice. Looking at the black rectangular gift box with an onyx ribbon tied around it, I ask, “Who’s it from?”
“Doesn’t say.” That makes him scowl harder as he yanks off the ribbon and opens the box.
His displeasure grows when he draws out a bottle of Cristal with a note attached. His expression turns downright thunderous when he reads what it says.
