Emerald Eyes (22 page)

“Oh God… you’re so deep.” I sob and my moans drown in our kiss.
 

The sound of our breathless bodies moving together, against each other, and the feel of our now perspiring skin is pushing me closer and closer. Biting my lip I ride him faster, he grunts and murmurs, “You’re squeezing me so tight… you feel so fucking good…”
 

The head of his cock rams into my spot, with that sensation and those words I feel the orgasm explode in me. I close my eyes and let the wave of pleasure take me.
 

Suddenly I hear him gasp, “Open you eyes, look at me.”
 

At that command my eyes snap open. I tremble and moan in his arms, my orgasm lengthening at the bare connection we’re sharing. There are no barriers, no rules, there is nothing but us connected together body and soul. I am lost in his breathtaking eyes. Consumed by him, by his delicious scent, the feel of his body inside me, his arms around me, his taste in my mouth and his eyes gazing down into my soul at the most exposed and vulnerable moment of my life.
 

I feel him growing harder and thicker as he pushes me back down on the bed, thrusting faster and harder, then he tenses momentarily and I feel his body shudder.
 

“God, Katharine…” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
 

His eyes lose their focus and he closes them. Panting, he lowers his forehead to mine. A moment later, he opens his eyes and raw emotions swim in the beautiful pools of his irises. He kisses me softly and lightly and it feels almost too good. I’ve never had an orgasm as intense as this one. I’ve never had sex so intensely deep, physically and emotionally, so naked. Letting him see me fall apart in his arms, baring my soul to him without any shields. It scares me at how intense we are.
 

Mr. Miller falls to my side and pulls me into him. Tangling our limbs together under the covers, we lay there until our breathing stabilizes and slowly we calm down.

My head is on Mr. Miller’s chest and I hear his rhythmic heartbeat loud and clear. I place my hand on his strong pecs, feeling his warmth radiating into my palm. The light dusting of hair tickles my skin. I tilt my head up to look at him and find him watching me with warmth in his eyes. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.
 

“You’re breathtaking.” He murmurs then leans in to kiss me softly.
 

Smiling against his lips I mumble, “So are you.”

I pull away and lose my smile. I want to ask the question that’s been worrying me since the moment Mr. Miller said he wanted me more than his rule.

“So what now?” I place my chin on his chest.
 

Mr. Miller takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling.
 

“When we’re at work or meetings outside the office, we’ll keep it professional –“
 

Rising on my elbows, I ask incredulous, “You want to keep us under wraps? I’m not some dirty little secret that –“ he covers my mouth with his hand.
 

“Let me finish. I said when we’re
at work
. Outside of it, we’re just a regular normal couple. No one is hiding anyone… understood?” a dark eyebrow lifts.

I nod and kiss his fingers right before he removes them.
 

“I just don’t want us to blur the line. Work is work. All right?” he asks gently.

Work is work… I guess I can live with that…
 

“Ok… fine, but you’re mine now and I don’t share what’s mine.” I lift my eyebrow as a silent question.

“Understood… and the same applies to you – “ he grabs my butt and says, “
Mine.”

I smile, “Yes, yours.”
 

I kiss him but then I remember something.

“I have one more thing to ask of you…” I say quietly.
 

He frowns lightly, “What is it?”

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes.

“You can’t hang out with Eliza anymore. I can’t stand her next to you, she nauseates me; she looks at you like a never ending flow of money, and I’m sure you guys are fuck buddies and that’s
really
not ok with me.”
 

I frown, looking down at the light dusting of hair on his firm chest.

Don’t freak out. You had to bring it up or it would’ve driven you crazy.
 

When he says nothing I look up at him, finding his frown deepened.

“She is not my fuck buddy. She’s just a friend.”

“Is she a friend you shoved your cock into?” I ask crudely.
 

He looks away and sighs.

“Yes.” He whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.
 

My heart tightens painfully as visions of him holding her, kissing her, loving her and fucking her blast away in my mind. I close my eyes briefly and try to push all those images away.

“That means she’s your fucking buddy, and you’re not going to need one if you have me.”
 

I look at him with a sad smile and he nods.
 

“I’ll talk to her.” He says with a grave face.

How much does she mean to him?
 

“I’m sorry.” I say before I can stop myself.

“Don’t be. I’m gaining so much more by losing her.”
 

He gives me a soft smile and brings my fingertips to his mouth, kissing the pads softly. Smiling back at him, I lean into him and kiss him softly.

“Yes… you are.” I murmur against his lips.

I kiss him again, deeper this time. Licking into his mouth, I taste the most addicting flavor, just him. Mr. Miller’s arms band around me, lifting me on top of him so I am straddling him. His hand caresses my back, going lower and lower, until he reaches my sensitive flesh. He strokes me gently, revving my body into full attention. My skin heats up as his skillful fingers circle around my sex. I whimper at the extreme need that is flooding every cell in my body.

Didn’t I just come? God, he’s going to make me insatiable… how could I ever have enough of him when he touches me like that, kisses me like his sanity depends on it?
 

He captures my tongue and sucks on it slowly, driving me wild. I grind myself on his still hard length, using his thick shaft to relieve my needy clit. His hands capture my breasts, plumping them, making them heavy with desire. I bite his lower lip and he releases the most erotic growl I ever heard. My arousal quickens my strokes and in the heat of the moment, I lift my hips and push down, taking half of him in… without a condom. I gasp at the intoxicating feeling of fullness but freeze when I realize what I’ve done.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
 

I look up at him wide-eyed. I start lifting myself up, but Mr. Miller’s hand now steady on my lower back, pushes me back down. His heavy lidded stare burns me with its heat.
 

“I trust you… and I can promise you, I’ve only ever had sex with a condom… you’re on the pill right?” he rasps.

“Yes, of course.” I reply and he gives me a smile that spellbinds me.
 

He cups my cheeks and pulls my head to his. Kissing me slow and tender, he starts lifting his hips with deliberate drives. Sliding his tongue over mine, I savor each lick and thrust. I start trembling from the overwhelming emotion of being consumed by him, by his tenderness, his sensuality. His ability to make me hunger for him even though I just had my fill, to make me forget everything else but him and me.
 

“You’re shivering… are you all right?” he kisses my closed eyes.
 

“I’m fine… I just never… oh God, you’re too good. You’re going to drive me crazy. You’ll make me so needy you’ll tire of me.” I breathe out.
 

“That’s just how I want you… how I need you… soft, wet and ready for me.” he growls quietly in my ear.
 

He traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue and I moan, tightening around his rock hard cock. His lips move back to my mouth and as his all-consuming kiss takes over my mind, his thrusts come a little faster and his impelling rhythm owns my body. Our moans and grunts mingle in our mouths and he slowly lowers his hand to my buttocks, kneading it softly. I feel my body stiffen and I whimper. My perspiring skin slides over his, adding friction to my aching nipples. I move my hands from his hair to the pillow beneath him, clutching it tightly as I feel the tendrils of my orgasm intensify with each drive of his thick penis.

His mouth slides away from my lips to my ear, “Come on baby, let me feel you squeeze me tight… let me hear you…” he whispers hoarsely.
   

With those words and a few more powerful thrusts, I cry out as my body shakes and jerks, the waves of another mind-blowing orgasm crash over me. His arms tighten around me, holding me down as his plunges slow and I feel him grow thicker and harder in me.
 

“Fuck, fuck… yes.” He growls and bites down on my shoulder.
 

I feel his body shudder violently. He reaches his climax, spreading liquid warmth in my lower belly. Spent, I sag down on him. His hands roam over my body, sliding up and down, caressing my damp skin, soothing, cherishing, and keeping me secure.
 

I feel so safe… I’ve never felt this way.

I lift my head a notch and my gaze meets serene turquoise eyes, and I know at that moment he’s feeling the same as me, safe, loved and secure. I kiss him tenderly and he sighs as he closes his eyes. We lay like this for what feels like forever.
 

“I would love to lay here with you all day long, but I am in a need of
another
shower.” I giggle and sit up.
 

I scoot to the edge of the bed, but then his arms wrap around my waist and he hauls me back against him.

“What? Hey… what are you doing?” I turn back to look at him.
 

His lips in a smoldering smile, he whispers into my hair, “
I
want to wash you… every… dirty… inch.”

Heat rushes over me again, “If you’re going to keep talking to me with that sexy husky voice of yours, we’ll end up screwing each other to death.” I mutter.
 

His lips move to my neck, “I can’t believe you make me
want
to die… a slow, sweet death.” He purrs and nips my neck, moving up to my earlobe.

“Ahh… Yeah… that sounds great…” I breathe out, dazed.
 

I feel and hear him chuckle from behind me. Coming out of his spell, I smile widely and elbow him in the ribs. He releases a hearty laugh that makes me bite my lip at how insanely attractive and adorable he is when he’s like this. So carefree and happy, unlike the rigid boss I know.

I love this side of him.

“Let’s go,
kitten.
” He lifts me up like a bride and carries me to the bathroom.

“You did not just call me that.” I say stunned.
 

He smiles devilishly, “I did, and I see why it fits you so well.”

“And why is that?” I arch an eyebrow.
 

“Because you’re all hiss, but no claws.”
 

He nuzzles the side of my face while I try to figure out what that means.

“That makes no sense.” I dismiss it.
 

“Think about it.” he winks at me.
 

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’ll show you claws next time you’re on top of me.”

His eyes heat instantly and he lowers his lips to my ear, “I’ll be eagerly waiting for that demonstration my little pussycat.” He whispers so sensually, I have to inhale sharply.

After a very thorough shower, which went by just as he wanted, him washing every inch of me, we head to the kitchen. One of many things amazing sex does to you is open your appetite.
 

Mr. Miller’s put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of jeans and gave me a white t-shirt that is see-through as hell.
 

Sex fiend…
 

“What you feel like having?” he looks into the open fridge.

I look at his broad back, down to his steel hard ass and lick my lips.
 

You… again… oh God, I’m just as bad as he is.

He turns his head to me and chuckle, “Food, kitten. You’ll have me as much as you want but I need to make sure you’re not starving.”

I smile, “Really? As much as I want?”

“As much as you want.” he hugs my middle.
 

“Now tell me what you want to eat for lunch.”

I look into his warm eyes, “Italiano.”
 

“Buono bella.”
 

He kisses me softly then turns back to the fridge. He grunts while browsing the shelves.

“I ran out of heavy cream. I’ll run to the store and buy some more. Fettuccine Alfredo is good?”

“Yep!” I smile.
It’s one of my favorites.
 

Mr. Miller holds my face in his big warm hands and kisses me silly.
 

“See you soon.” He murmurs against my lips.
 

He walks out into the foyer but midway he stops and turns to me.

“You should probably call Will. I don’t want him to think I’ve murdered you or something.” He rolls his eyes.
 

“I don’t have his number.” I frown.
 

“You
were
plastered weren’t you…” he sighs. “He wanted you to call him in the morning to make sure you’re ok so he gave you his card, I’m guessing you put it in your purse.”

“Oh… ok. Yeah, I’ll check… oh my God! I need to call Laura! She’s probably called a S.W.A.T team by now.” I run into the foyer and grab my purse.

“I know I asked you this already, but who’s Laura?” he tilts his head to the side, making himself look even more attractive than he already is.
 

Phone in hand, I explain hastily. “Laura is my nanny… err… I mean my housekeeper. Well, she use to be my nanny when I was a child and now she just a housekeeper I guess.”
 

I feel my cheeks heat and irritation kicks in.