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“Something told me you’re a hopeless romantic.”

“I am. But how come you didn’t just take the blindfold off at the doorway so I’d see all this right away? That’s what most guys would do.” 

“I’m not most guys.”

No kidding
, she thought.

“Besides, how ordinary and predictable would that be?” He smiled; his eyes devilish.

She smelled the flowers, touched them. Every single rose was fully opened and flawless. Each time she looked up, his eyes were on her.

Suddenly, she heard soft music playing, coming from everywhere. She knew those songs and loved them.

“Bryan Adams?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“God, I love his songs. They’re so romantic.”

“Yes, they are. I thought you’d like it. His melodies, while lovely, cannot compare to your beauty.” He looked her up and down with unmasked hunger.

He was still fully dressed. She saw his erection straining against his pants. She’d forgotten for a moment that she was completely naked. And yet, she didn’t feel shy with him. She wanted him and knew she’d continue to want him.

“Undress me, Jennifer.”

She went to him without hesitation. She pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. She ran her fingers down his chest and kissed him. He didn’t move. He allowed her to do everything. She undid his belt and slid his pants off. He kicked them aside.

“What will you do with me now, Jennifer?” He asked huskily.

She led him to the bed and literally pushed him down on it—hard. She straddled him, feeling the hardness of his manhood touch her sex, wanting it inside her. She began to ease down on him. The tip of his erection was at the entrance of her sex. Suddenly, he pushed her off.

“No.” His voice had that commanding tone again.

She was confused. Didn’t he want her to seduce him?”

“I’ll tell you what I want you to do and you’ll do everything
I say. I told you what I intended to do, and you agreed. I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”

So much for romance,
she thought.

“Lay your head on my stomach.”

She did.

He took her left hand and guided it under his buttocks.  His erection was large and smooth. She’d always thought of men’s bodies as utilitarian
, but not his.

“Take me in your mouth.”

Tentatively she put her lips around the tip of his manhood and slowly moved her mouth down, until she enveloped it. She relished the taste of him, his sweet scent. Closing her eyes, she felt him thrust himself into her mouth. Together they created a rhythm.

“Do not break rhythm,” he whispered breathlessly. And she didn’t. She gave him her all, wanting to please him, surprised that she liked doing this with him. She slid her other hand under his buttocks, and pushed them up toward her, taking his manhood into her mouth fully.

She felt his hand underneath her, guiding her upward until she was on her knees. A finger slowly slid into her. She gasped. His finger moved in and out of her, bringing her wetness across her clitoris and back into her again. He drove two, then three fingers into her.

Oh my God!
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his manhood and spiraled down the shaft in frenzied circles. He slammed into her mouth.

“Fuck it
Jennifer . . . harder!”

And she did.
The passion was almost too much to bear. His fingers moved in and out of her, faster now, grazing her clitoris continuously.

“Do not stop Jennifer. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to take it.”

She would take it, wanted to take it!

She felt a warm, bitter tasting fluid burst into her mouth. He brought her to climax with his fingers and she threw her head back and moaned when she came.

He pulled her on top of him.
“That was wonderful, Jennifer.
You’re
wonderful.” Her hair fell all around his face. He pulled it back and kissed her mouth, slow and deep.

“Would you like something to drink? Or should I say…something
else
?”  He asked playfully.

“You’re wicked!”  She laughed, sitting on top of him. She felt his manhood under her hardening again.

“Oh, you have no idea how wicked I really am. Now, let me up and I’ll get us something to drink.”

He brought back two Mimosas, plumped up the pillows and they lay sipping the drinks in comfortable silence. She was completely taken by the man beside her, the dancing flicker of the candles and the splendor of the flowers. It was all so exotic and sexy and wonderful.

She’d never imagined in her wildest dreams she could feel like this toward any man. Or that sex could be so amazing, not clumsy and horrible and something she couldn’t wait to be done with.

Dorian was unlike anyone she’d ever known. He was smart, sexy, unpredictable and remarkable. He was kind of controlling, but she liked it. He hadn’t hurt her, and even though he used language she thought was a little crude, she found she liked that too.

At the very edge of her mind, an unwelcome thought intruded.
What if I get
hurt?
If this is
nothing but a fling, I’ll never recover from
it
.

Perhaps they had something truly special and meaningful. Did she dare hope?

Dorian got out of bed quietly and picked up his cell phone. “Shit, it’s almost midnight. I’ve got to shower and go to Taylor and Van Ness.”

His words pulled her out of her reverie. “You’re the boss. Can’t you go in whenever you want?”

“No. I can’t. I have a meeting to attend.”  He snapped.

He strode off to the bathroom and turned the shower on.

She felt hurt by his dismissive, sharp words.

It would serve
you right for becoming his whore,
Ms. Prudinsky said self-righteously.

“Shut the hell up you snarky bitch,” Jennifer muttered aloud. 

He came back to her then, leaned over and offered his hand. “Take a shower with me. I believe I still owe you something. I’ve not forgotten your request.” He was once again attentive, his eyes locked on hers in that wicked come hither look only he could pull off.

“What request?”  She stammered.

She got up and allowed him to lead her to the bathroom. Her heart moved her toward him as if it had a mind of its own. She let it lead the way, and pushed aside any thoughts of getting hurt. 

He stopped, turned to her and lightly kissed her forehead. “You asked me to fuck you, remember? We aim to please here Ms. Reese.” He pulled her into the shower.

She relished the feel of warm water spraying softly from the jets on the walls. He must’ve set it to soft flow. The last time she’d showered here, the water pressure had been much stronger. It would’ve been hard to make love with the water blasting out at them like it had then. He’d set it this way for them; for her.

He squeezed lather into both hands. He spread it on her neck, running his warm slippery hands down her arms, her breasts. He spread the delicious foam slowly on and around her sex, his fingers lingering there, pressing lightly and making her wetter than she already was.

“What about your meeting? I wouldn’t want anyone to wait on my account.”

“Fuck them. I’ll get there when I get there.” He pushed her up against the shower wall and leaned into her.

She looked up into his startling eyes. They glittered with want. He pinned her to the wall with his body. The lather was so slippery and soft and warm. He kissed her tenderly, his lips barely grazing hers and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight to him.

His kiss became more demanding, his tongue pushed into her mouth.  A soft moan escaped her lips. She returned the kiss with the same passion and want, her tongue playing with his.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold on,” he murmured in her ear.

In one swift movement he pulled her up by her hips and thrust her down onto his erection.

A bolt of electricity shot through her body. She sighed. Electricity and water, a lethal combination to be sure, and with him inside her, it was even more so.

He held her prone, the lather slick. She felt as if she were melting right into him. Making love this way was so utterly decadent and sensuous. He kissed and nibbled the side of her neck. Again his mouth came back to hers. She felt his teeth nipping her lips, devouring them. Slowly, he drew his mouth away, his eyes
holding her captive. She knew he was watching her passion. She held eye contact with him. His eyes began to flutter, his lips parted. She saw herself reflected in his expression. He was going to come, and so was she.

He drove his manhood hard into her, and she watched as he threw back his head, “Oh God . . . Jennifer.”

The sound of her name on his lips as he came drove her over the edge and she came once and kept on coming.

She heard herself as if she were someone else, moaning loudly as her hands buried themselves in his wet locks of hair. Her fingers closed around those locks and she tugged on them, bringing his mouth back to hers. She kept her eyes open and gazed at him in that same direct way he looked at her. He seemed surprised and pleased.

When they stepped out of the shower he dried her off with a large, fluffy towel. She stood still and let him do it. He took an expensive looking brush from the dresser and leisurely ran it through her hair.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Nice.” She closed her eyes, reveling in the sheer sensation of his hands and the brush moving through her hair.

For a few minutes he brushed her hair, intermittently kissing the top of her head. Neither spoke.

Finally, he laid the brush down. “As much as I hate to leave, I really do have to get dressed and go to work.”

She went to the bathroom to dress.

When she came out, he was pulling on a white linen shirt.

She sat on the bed and observed him as he dressed. His fingers nimbly buttoned the shirt. He pulled on dark gray pants in one swift movement, put his belt on and skillfully tied his silky black tie. Lastly, he picked up his cufflinks. She was utterly fascinated as he expertly secured them and pulled on the shirt cuffs to make sure they were perfectly even. She felt her sex begin to throb. Her stomach muscles tightened.

Even though he was impeccably dressed, he was just as sexy with his clothes on as he was with them off. Well, almost.

When she was at last able to drag her eyes away from him, she noticed something strange. There were no mirrors in the bedroom or the bathroom.  As a matter of fact, she hadn’t seen any in the entire house.

“Why don’t you have any mirrors here, Dorian?”

“I’ve no need for them. I know what I look like.” The dark look on his face told her to say no more about it.

Chapter 15

Dorian had managed to evade her question about the mirrors, but there were so many things she was bound to notice about his lifestyle as time went by. How many lies could he possibly get away with?

Telling her the truth was not an option.
He absolutely hated lying to her. She’d brought out something in him he thought was long gone; his humanity, his ability to feel truly
alive
again.

His greatest fear was that time would turn him into a creature void of any emotion, much like Malachi. He was petrified of ending up lonely and locked in a prison of his own making for all eternity. She brought him joy, purpose and perhaps even love.

He knew his thrill seeking behavior was tied directly to his growing inability to feel deeply. He was always looking for that rush, just to feel something, anything, however fleeting. Whether he was riding his bike at obscene speeds, skydiving, hang-gliding or engaging in BDSM games with the female vampires at e.Vampire.com, the pleasure didn’t last for more than that instant.

That is, until this beautiful, tender hearted young woman had walked into his life on that fateful night. After their motorcycle ride; a time when the rush faded away immediately, he was still exhilarated because he’d shared it with her.

God, if he ever told her what he’d done in those rooms and at the dark island, she’d run away screaming! And he couldn’t blame her. He felt a pang of guilt and self-loathing for his past behaviors.

Jennifer had brought back his sense of empathy; of caring for another more than himself. Something he thought he’d lost it on that miserable, gray and rainy day. The day he’d sat in the shadows by his sister’s death bed, unseen as he wept silently, watching helplessly as her frail, old body passed away. He couldn’t let her see him even then. She thought he’d died at sea many years ago.