Emerald Eyes (31 page)

Eric bites my fingertips, sending jolts of electricity to my core. He kisses them and then leans back. I know he’s barely holding back, because I feel him hot and hard beneath me. I feel his tense muscles tremor as he caresses my thighs with his warm hands, sending tingles everywhere he touches.
 

“What’s on your mind, kitten?”

“Umm… well, I wanted to talk about our decision before… for us to separate business and pleasure.”
 

Our eyes lock and his face slips into a smooth, expressionless mask.
Damn.

“What about it?” Eric’s is voice flat and detached.

I swallow trying to moisten my sudden dry mouth.
 

“I just…” I take a deep breath.
 

Oh come on! Just spit it out!

“I don’t want it. I want us to be a couple everywhere, not just outside of work.”

My God, my heart is thundering in my chest and my stomach is under the impression it’s the newest addition to Cirque Du Soleil. My jaw tightens as I wait for his reply.

“Kitten, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
 

I frown, “Why not? I’m not going to be your dirty little secret Eric. It’s absurd that you want to have two types of relationships with me. I am not – “

“You don’t understand. I
need
the separation.” He interrupts me.
 

Damn, he sounds pretty aggravated.

“Why?”
 

Eric looks away and I see the muscles in his angled jaw jump as he shuts it tight.

“Why, Eric?” I turn his face so he has no choice but to look at me.

“Katherine, I’ve never had a relationship with an employee let alone a co-worker when I use to work with my father. I don’t think I’ll be able to work efficiently if my girlfriend is sitting next to me, looking all sorts of bangable and not holding back. Another reason is that it will make me vulnerable with my competition. They always look for something to use against me… do you understand?” he tilts his head to the side as if I don’t even speak English.

What a load of crap. He’s just afraid, scared because he never had a serious relationship. He’s playing it off as though he doesn’t want to put me in a vulnerable position, but if that’s true, Eric will never have a relationship.

I nod, “I understand. But I’m sorry, Eric, that’s not ok with me.” I look away and rise off of him.
 

I don’t go too far though, his hands grip my thighs and he lowers me down with a frown.

“What are you doing?” his voice is barely audible.
 

“Eric, I can’t be with you if it’s only counts sixty percent of the time.” The words come out sounding calm and reasonable, but my heart is compressing so tightly I feel physical pain.

“Kitten, please. It’s a rule I’ve never strayed from. I – “
 

“Stop it. You told me that you’ve never had a girlfriend so I get you’re a little green in this field, but here’s a tip, you don’t make your girlfriend feel like there is something wrong with her, like you’re ashamed to be seen with her, and that’s how you’re making me feel when you tell me that I’m only your girlfriend when we’re not at work. This arbitrary law of yours will hurt me, it’s already hurting me…” my voice breaks on the last four words.
 

Eric’s façade cracks and I see so many emotions swim in his magnificent eyes. The main one is remorse.
 

“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten, far from it…”
 

Eric looks pensive for a long moment so I keep my mouth shut and let him mull over it. I look down at his neck, watching his heartbeat pulsing wildly.

“So… you don’t want it…
 
and you want to continue as we are…” Eric swallows hard and I see his Adam’s apple bob. I nod softly and wait for him to continue.
 

His brooding eyes sweep over my face and I see something pass in them briefly, something that makes my heart beat a little slower.

“All right. No more separation, but you’ll need to give me some margin space to fuck-up. I’ve never had a girlfriend not to mention a girlfriend who’s my executive assistant.” Eric smiles weakly and I can tell he’s nervous about his decision.

“Don’t worry tiger, I’ll show you the ropes.” I smile softly and lean in to kiss him.
 

Our gentle kiss quickly reaches it boiling point and for the next two hours, Eric shows me how sorry he is for hurting me, over and over and over again.

After our delicious lunch, I decide to take a power nap. He might not actually screw me to death but into a coma.
 

“I got a few calls to make. Sweet dreams, kitten.” Eric tucks me in then gently kisses my lips.

“Don’t take too long…” I murmur through the webs of exhaustion.
 

I think he was saying something else, but I was already out.

wake up thrashing and dripping with sweat. My lungs heave as I struggle for air.

Oh my God… what’s happening?

Franticly, I rise on my elbows. My eyes focus on Eric’s head, located between my thighs.

“Stop… please stop…” I whisper breathlessly.

Eric doesn’t stop, but he moves his head so his gaze locks with mine. I bite my lower lip as his fingers penetrate me, moving in and out of me with slight force.

“Oh God…” I moan and collapse back on the bed.
 

His fingers slide in all the way and curl up in a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing my spot. I suck in a sharp breath and my back arches off the bed.
 

“Oh yesss… just like that…” I moan.

My hips ride his fingers in a wild rhythm, bringing me closer to my orgasm, my knuckles turn white from the death grip I have on the pillow. Softly, Eric bites down on my clit and the sharp pain intensifies my pleasure, pushing me down, spiraling into a body shuddering release. His hot mouth leaves my core and trails up my body, kissing, licking and nipping my skin. He flickers his expert tongue over my nipple when he reaches it, then clamps his teeth on it, hard. I cry out, my hands fly to grip his hair. Eric takes my nipple in his mouth and his cheeks hollow every time he sucks on the strained bud. His hand kneads my other breast in almost painful squeezes. But I’m not afraid. I’m actually turned on so badly, I feel myself get even wetter. My hands grip and pull on his hair, making him growl like a wild animal. His mouth moves higher, to my neck and he sucks on my skin, hard and repeatedly.
 

Is he giving me a hickey?

“Eric, no… no marks…” I whimper as the thick crown of his cock brushes over my trembling sex.

Eric makes a feral sound and instead of letting go, he sinks his teeth in. My hips jerk up at the sudden pain. And the moment I gasp, he buries himself inside me balls deep. My nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood at the feel of the mixed sensations that are short-circuiting my over-stimulated nerves.
 

“Eric… please…” I sob and I don’t know what I’m begging him for, to get off me or to fuck me.

He licks the bite mark slowly, soothing it. “Shh… I’ll make it better, kitten.” He rasps in my ear, and then he starts moving. Eric’s thrusts are forceful and powerful. I feel his thick crown ramming into me, battering me. My moans grow louder and louder, in result, fueling his roughness. My whole body shakes as I experience the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced.
 

Too good… it’s too good… like a wild, relentless beast. My beast. Mine.

Tears leak out of my eyes and my legs feel numb from the iron grip I have around his waist. His hand snakes under me and around my back. In one swift motion, Eric turns us over so I’m on top. He grabs my butt in both his hands, lifting me up while he continues to ram into me.
 

“I can’t… Eric…” I cry out his name and tighten around his thick throbbing shaft. I feel my sex ripple with ecstasy while white dots dance before my eyes as I come explosively. I slump on Eric’s chest, feeling boneless and satisfied, but he still pumps his hips, driving his hard cock into me. I lift my head slightly and our eyes lock. Eric’s eyes burn into mine, conveying his hunger for me, his
need
for me. But then something different passes in them, something vulnerable and I feel a small pang in my chest.

“I’m here, I’m not scared… I’m not leaving.” I whisper and kiss him where his heart is.

Eric closes his eyes and his expression turns into sharp pleasure. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me even closer; he thrusts deep then shudders.
 

“
My
kitten…” he whispers breathlessly.
 

I feel the hot spurts filling me and I lean in to kiss him softly. After our racing hearts and rugged breaths slow down, Eric touches my cheek softly.

“Was I too rough?” his voice low and withdrawn.
 

I smile my sweetest smile to reassure him, “No… you were perfect.”

He bites his lower lip and narrows his eyes at me, as though he’s trying to see if I’m bluffing, which I’m not. After a long moment, he relaxes and smiles back. “So… did you like it?”

I laugh softly, “Eric, I saw stars. I think that should cover my answer.”

His hand slips down my neck and he frowns at the soft redden mark he gave me.

“Shit… I’m sorry, kitten. I bit you hard. Fuck…” he grumbles and shoves his hand into his hair.
 

“Don’t be mad at yourself. I liked it, and if you’re worried about the visibility, don’t be. There’s this miraculous thing called makeup. A little concealer will do the trick.”

He looks at me broken and ashamed.
 

I don’t like this expression he’s got on.

“I’m sorry, kitten… I’m so – “

“
Stop it.
Stop apologizing. I don’t want to hear this. Am I running to the hills? Am I cowering in the corner? Am I crying and walking away from you? No. I am not. So please, stop with this pity party of one. You’re really killing my post-orgasmic high.” I role my eyes to emphasize how exactly exasperated I am.

Eric chuckles and bites his lip. “You’re too fucking adorable for your own good.”

“I know, I know.” I smile and wink at him.

I rise off of him and head towards the bathroom.

“Now be the amazing boyfriend that you are, and cook me something mouthwatering to eat. I am starving.” I toss over my shoulder.
 

I hear his soft chuckle right before I step under the hot stream of water.

Sunday did not go as we planned. After yet another tasty breakfast that included, pancakes made from scratch, fresh fruit and coffee, we decided to keep my Sunday-fit-day and head to the gym together. Eric had clothes sent for me, black Capri leggings, a white racer-back tank top that hugs me, and a white silk summer scarf that I tied around my neck to hide the bite mark.

We we’re getting dressed to go to the gym when Eric got a phone call.
 

His handsome face contoured into a frown, indicating that he didn’t wasn’t happy at what the other person was telling him.
 

“What do you mean they’re here? Why didn’t they let me know?”
 

Eric’s voice holds so much authority, I stop lacing my sneakers and look up at him. His face now set in a scowl and his whole stance radiates powerfulness. It’s as though his presence demands notice and obedience. His legs planted wide on the floor, anchoring him down. His broad chest rises and falls as he takes controlled breaths to keep himself calm.
 

Damn… I want him again.

Eric listens to the other person speak, then shoves his hand into his glorious hair.

“Alec, hold them up. I’m on my way.” he grumbles and hangs up the phone.
 

He looks at me with apologetic eyes, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Is something wrong?” I rise from the couch and walk to him.

“Nothing that I can’t deal with. But I can’t join you today. I got to get going.” He walks towards his bedroom closet.
 

“Is there a meeting I missed on the schedule?” I ask mortified.
 

“No. Your schedule is fine. This man never shows up when he supposed to. He’s either very late or very early. My adviser was in contact with him, and he suddenly decided to show up today instead of Friday.”

I nod and release the breath I was holding. Eric pulls out a crisp white shirt and a navy suit with a silver tie from his closet and strips down from his gym clothes. As he lifts the white t-shirt off himself, I’m rewarded with a view of his mouthwatering upper body. The muscles clench and ripple with every movement. I swallow hard. Next item off are his black sweats. When they hit the floor, my breath catches as he stands before me in his black boxer briefs.

God, I want to pounce on him.
 

I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him pull on his slacks, making my sex clench with hunger. Just watching him buttoning his shirt with deftly fingers, is heating up my skin, my blood simmers in my veins with carnal desire.

These fingers know every spot on my body, every little inch of me…

Eric turns to the floor to ceiling mirror and works the silver tie around his neck. The way his neck arches up when he lifts his head makes me want to trace my tongue up his throat. It’s almost impossible for me not to groan, but somehow, I don’t. I just keep ravaging him with my eyes.

He’s the only man that makes me hot, wet and bothered just by putting his damn clothes on.

“You like what you see?” Eric wink at me through the mirror, smirking.

“Oh yeah…” I bite my lip and giggle. “Do you need me to come with you? I mean, I am your assistant, maybe you’ll need my expertise at taking notes and such?” I bat my lashes and he chuckles.
 

Eric slides his arms into his jacket and my mouth waters at the sight of him. So fucking sexy.

“Keep looking at me like that and I might take you up on that offer.” He lowers his head to mine and kisses me passionately, fisting his hands in my hair.