INDISPENSABLE: Part 2 (4 page)

Sarah awoke from one of the longest, deepest sleeps she’d ever had. She stretched under the covers and wondered where in the world she was—literally. Maybe they were still flying? Surely she’d have to be in a seatbelt for landing or something. The buzz of excitement had her out of bed and slipping her old, comfy jeans and t-shirt back on.

She’d go find Brock and see where they were. As she pulled on her jeans and did them up, she noticed fresh flowers on the bedside cupboard. Also a writing pad and sleek, silver pen tied up with a huge scarlet-red ribbon that matched the bedcovers and décor in here.

Sarah smiled. She undid the bow and smoothed her hand over the quality stationary. He really meant what he’d said. Now Sarah’s heart skipped a little faster. What was she hoping to achieve here? What was it she really wanted?

Did she want to find a way to meld their opposite outlooks on love? Was she just wanting to exert some kind of dominance over Brock? Did she crave the deeply emotional type of love she’d spent most of her adult life avoiding?

She craved Brock. His touch and his dominance sparked the sense of taboo deep inside her. Yet, she sensed in him his need to dominate because he was too afraid to let himself feel anything other than complete control. She liked him enough to want to give him that, even just once in his life.

He could trust her with the hidden turmoil he strived so hard to hide, yet she saw it as plain as if it was drawn on the gift of paper in front of her. She picked up the perfectly-weighted, elegant pen.

This agreement is for one time only between Sarah Beaumont and Brock Devlin. Brock shall relinquish his Dom and agree to let his emotions come forth in lovemaking with Sarah. For a period of twenty-four hours, Brock shall not control the sex in his own way and shall not restrain Sarah in any way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, nor shall he constrain himself in these areas.

Sarah agrees to this being a one time, no strings attached, session. She asks that they remain friends and work colleagues afterwards.

She signed at the bottom and picked up the pad and paper to go see what Brock was doing. This was by far the riskiest thing she’d ever done. She really was putting her own heart on the line. Brock had been there for her, supported her, and taken care of her. He’d been patient during her attacks, and he seemed to have mended her somewhat—though how she’d didn’t really know.

As scared as she’d been in those moments to the soaring stratosphere of ecstasy, Sarah knew she wanted to try and heal him a little inside—as he’d done her. Then, her debt would be paid. They’d be even and could get back into work mode. Boss. Employee. And friends. She definitely wanted to be his friend.

She padded out on the lush-piled carpet, her bare feet sinking into the beautiful texture. If anyone had told her a month ago that this would be her life today, she’d have called them a liar.

Hell, she’d have had them committed. But here she was, and she was about to push the sexiest man she’d ever known so far out of his comfort zone that she had no way of predicting his reaction.

Fair to say, the danger turned her on. Another thing she’d never have admitted a month ago. Even so, deep inside, she couldn’t compromise her own principles. She wanted to have a man who wanted a marriage—with ups and downs, in bad times and fabulous times.

She wanted a man who was on her side and who believed in forever—with her. Sarah considered that Brock may be an important stepping stone to untangling the fear and anger inside her, and finally being free to love and to be loved.

If she just didn’t think about Brock as forever, that would be the way to go. Then, when it was time to let this go, all the better. Perhaps they’d both be able to move onto the types of relationships that would fulfil them. Sarah carried the folded paper out to the lounge area.

“Sarah. How did you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you.” She saw him glance at the paper in her hand and then back to her eyes. She clutched it a little tighter. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Almost eight hours. I’ll call the chef to bring out the picnic platters.”

“Picnic?”

“Sort of. If you want it to be. There’s a selection of finger foods. Hot, cold, and desserts.”

“That sounds perfect. I’m very hungry.”

“Good, I waited for you until I ate.”

“There was no need. I would’ve been happy to eat alone.” She smiled. “Here, you can read this. I’m going to freshen up a little before dinner.”

He raised his eyebrows and took the slip of paper; his fingers lightly brushed hers as he did. The tingles went to her core, and she rushed away with heated cheeks. Her immediate reaction to him—every time—was damned embarrassing.

When she came back, the table was a delectable selection. It was colorful and the aromas set her hunger on fire. How long had it been since she’d eaten?

“You know it is breakfast time, but where we’re going it will be dinner time.”

“Where are we going?”

“Paris.”

“Really? That’s amazing.”

“We’ll get a little time to visit. What would you like to do?” Brock had left the paper folded on the table. Had he read it?

“I’d love to see the Eiffel Tower.”

“Done.” Brock’s dark eyes shone. “So you know about Heather.”

“I do. Would you mind if we didn’t discuss that right now? I’d prefer to spend my time discussing my agreement. Did you read it?”

“I did.” Brock looked away from her.

Sarah sat opposite him at the table. The leather seat was incredibly comfortable. Had he signed it?

Sarah began to nibble at the food. It all looked and tasted fabulous. Smoked salmon, brioche, poached eggs, hollandaise sauce, sweet Danish pastries. Sarah made her version of Eggs Benedict and savored each mouthful. Brock ate as well but never spoke. She was dying to pick up the agreement and see if his signature was there.

Paris…rather appropriate if he did sign over to making love her way in the City of Love.

Brock pushed his plate away and gave the sort of sigh that comes from a stomach full of exquisite foods. His dark eyes locked on to hers, and she knew it was game on. She swallowed her food and wiped her mouth with the crisp, linen napkin. She fixed her stare back on him. “So? Did you sign it?”

His intensity increased, and with his sexy half-lidded gaze, he replied, “Take a look.”

Sarah picked up the paper and unfolded it. His flourishing signature was below hers in very large writing. Her heart raced in anticipation. This was it, she was going to make love to him her way. Teasing, testing, touching which would then culminate in a slow lovemaking which would get inside the soul.

No backing out now. Her challenge was answered, and Sarah had to make the most of it. She wanted to see if she could be the one Brock would truly trust to handle his heart carefully—if only temporarily.

She laid the paper back done on the table. “I guess our twenty-four hours had begun then.” The power of having this magnificent man and his perfect body at her beck and call had her instantly wet. She needed him close already. Sarah wasn’t sure how she’d make this slow-burn, but she had to try. It would be interesting to see if he could relinquish control to her properly.

“How much longer are we in the air?”

“We can be up here as long as you like, or we can be in Paris in three hours. I can get the captain to do another loop if needed.”

“Three hours is plenty for now.”

“You’re the boss.”

Sarah stood, enjoying her newfound position of power, and held out her hand to him. “Care to join me in the shower? I’m sure there’s room for two and parts of me feel very, very dirty.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her. Sarah’s head was light, as he expertly moved his lips over hers, and his tongue met hers in pure desire. Kissing was part of being in love that she loved the most.

Brock ended the kiss and grinned. “I can see I’ll be enjoying this.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it much
harder
for you.” Sarah smiled at her corny double entendre.

Brock gave a laugh—deep, rich, and impossibly masculine. “I think I’d better do the jokes.”

Sarah laughed as well. “You’re just jealous.” Taking him by the hand, she led them down to the bedroom area and through to the ensuite bathroom. The room was generous in size and just as luxurious as the rest of the plane.

“Are you nervous, Brock?”

“I’ll be honest, Sarah. I’m not sure I can even do this without reverting to being a Dom. If at any time you feel I’m over the edge, use your safe word, ‘greenhouse,’ or simply say ‘safe word.’”

“It does feel weird to me, too. This is how I imagine being in love and lovemaking would be in my fantasies.” Sarah felt a need to speak honestly. “I’ve always wanted to marry someone who was prepared to wait until marriage to have sex but would still be sexy and attentive. I’m not sure he exists.”

She lifted his t-Shirt over his head and revealed the muscular upper body she’d been dying to touch again.

“I’ll do my best. Just know, it won’t be easy for me, but I think not only do I owe you this much for the trust you placed in me, but that it will help dispel some demons of mine.”

“I hope it does, Brock.” Sarah leaned forward and kissed his wide chest and ran her fingers through the dark but sparse smattering of hair—another thing about Brock that was perfect for her. He shivered a little under her butterfly kisses and his hands clenched to soft fists.

She looked up at him, and he didn’t have his usual cock-sure look in his eyes. She wouldn’t say he was scared, but he was definitely uncertain. “Do you want a safe word?”

He frowned and glanced away. Then, he looked back. “What?”

“I just thought, maybe, because this is as out of your comfort zone as me being your submissive was for me…I don’t know. A safe word might help.”

“It’s an interesting concept.”

“Safe words are for when things get too much, and you want out, right?”

“Right. But that’s normally due to pain thresholds or fear while taking the role of the submissive.”

She caressed his bare, hard shoulders and glided her palms over his biceps. He closed his eyes. Sarah smiled at the effect her touch had on him. “I think any ‘out of the comfort zone’ situation could work.”

His eyes opened and his passion had fired. “You might be right. I promise if it gets too much, I’ll simply say ‘stop.’”

Sarah went up on tiptoes to press her lips to his. He kissed her back, hard. She pulled away. “My way, remember?”

Brock threw his arms up in a gesture of surrender.

“This isn’t going to be sex. This is going to be foreplay. I touch, you feel.”

Sarah undid his jeans. “Take those off and your underwear.”

She tried to keep her voice natural and steady despite how she churned inside. Sarah wanted Brock so badly but she wanted to stick with her plan. This was her fairy tale. Maybe a knight in shining armor didn’t exist, but she could take this chance to live her fantasy of lovemaking.

The taps were cold under her hands, but she soon had a steady stream of steamy water that felt just right. Just this once she could make it the way she’d always wanted it to be. Sarah led Brock closer. “Please step into the shower. I’ll undress.”

He did so without argument. There he stood, the water bouncing off his hard body—more superb than a Greek god and sexier than any magazine could ever portray him.
Billionaire Brock
, the country’s most eligible bachelor, one of the richest men in the world, and her boss. Her lover.

Surreal wasn’t even close and Sarah stripped and stepped in, her skin on his skin. She caressed his lean, muscled body with gentle fingers. He watched her hands move over him and glanced to meet her eyes now and again.

“Breathe, Brock. It’s okay. Do you like me touching you?”

Silly question because the pulse of his hardened cock left no illusions. She wanted to impale herself onto him and come hard. Let the fullness of him stretch her wide again. But this wasn’t about the end game. This was about invoking emotions, letting passions roam, and loving in the moment.

Brock touched her hair, softly stroking his fingers through it. Sarah let her hand move lower. She moved off the top of him and traced around the outline of his substantial erection. Taking him in one hand, his cock rose, hard and proud before her. Sarah touched it ever so lightly, grazing her fingertips the full length and holding the girth at the base to give a light squeeze.

Brock released an earthy growl in his throat and griped her shoulders. Sarah leaned in and kissed his chest. “Relax. Let me explore you. Let me make you come.”

Brock sucked in a breath. “I’m not sure I can. Not without…”

“No pressure. Whatever happens, happens. Just know that it’s okay for you to touch me as well. But no taking over the show.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’ve never had the urge to suck a man before. But I’d like to taste you. I will later. For now, I intend to soap you all over and let this hot water do its thing. Can you turn and put your hands up on the wall. I’ll start with your back.”

The shower was a snug fit for two, and when Brock turned, Sarah put plenty of body wash on her hands and rubbed from his shoulders down to the top of his taut butt cheeks. The coconut-scented soap foamed, and her hands slid easily over every contour of him. Each defined muscle was taut and tense. Sarah worked her fingers to press the tenseness out of him.

The heated water steamed up, and Sarah throbbed in need for him to touch her. This was how she wanted it, a perfect specimen of a man who needed her. He’d shown her how sex could be about dark control and the heights of ecstasy she could never have imagined. Now she wanted to show him how it could be about patience and gentleness, as well.

Taking her hands around to the front of his body, Sarah pulled up close against him. He sighed as their bodies melded together. She did too. He felt so right against her that she never wanted to let him go. She touched her way over his chest and down his rippled abs, finally stopping at the base of his cock.

His breaths matched hers. Sarah stroked the length of his erection and cupped him with her other hand. The soap let her massage and slide her hand easily, and he growled low in his throat. Sarah moved faster and wondered if he was close to coming, or even if she could make him when he wasn’t in control mode.

She slid her hands from his cock to caress his backside, as she moved away from him. “Now, you wash me.”

She stood back against the glass of the shower wall, and Brock turned. His eyes were darker than ever, and he looked her up and down like a hungry bear. Sarah reached up behind her head and held to the top of the shower wall. “Touch me, Brock. Softly, gently. I want your hands on me.”

“I want to do things to you. Things to give you exquisite pain. Things that will open your soul to me.”

“I know. But this is my way.”

“Yes. It is.” He traced a fingertip around each of her hardened nipples.

Sarah shuddered under his gentle ministrations. “Trust me; this is torture. Sweet, sweet torture.”

“Good.”