Inferno Anthology (223 page)

“Claire, I promise I’ll not lock you in your suite again, and if we each keep our promises, maintaining them all will be easier.”

“Thank you,” she sighed. His promise removed a tremendous weight and allowed her body’s yearning desires to come to the forefront. “Now, what did you say about having something for me?”

He gaze held her captive. She felt her cheeks rise and her eyes glow. Despite everything, she knew the smile she exposed was real, and it was exclusively for the man above her. When Tony grinned back, she couldn’t help but notice that his expression was a little more mischievous than it had been. Her entire body trembled in anticipation.

BREAKFAST WAS SERVED
in Tony’s suite. They ate with wet hair while wrapped in thick soft white robes. Claire’s appetite had returned with a vengeance. She ate eggs, turkey bacon, toast, and fruit. She even thought about hash browns and decided maybe she should tell Catherine she liked hash browns. Tony’s voice took Claire’s attention away from her food. “I have a confession. I think I’m an example of my own rule.” Claire told him, she didn’t know what he meant. He explained that although he’s thrilled with the outcome of yesterday’s drive, it wasn’t his goal.

Claire smiled and responded, “Well appearances…” Looking at their wet hair and robes. “…would say differently.” She used her toe to rub up and down his leg. “I’m happy with the outcome too, but what was your goal?” He told her it was simply to get her to leave the estate to go somewhere. He wanted to get her away before they needed to go somewhere. Claire reflected on the past twenty-four hours. Okay, he’d done that too. “Why? When do we need to go somewhere? And where do we need to go?” Her toe still wandered.

“If you keep that up, we’ll be late.” Tony’s voice didn’t sound concerned. He glanced at the clock by his bed: 11:17 AM. “Well, we’re supposed to be at Brent and Courtney’s for dinner at 3:30 PM.”

Claire thought a moment, they had four hours. “I really would rather stay here, but I suspect I don’t have a choice. How many people will be there?”

Tony confirmed she was correct; they were going and it would just be the four of them. Courtney had been asking Tony to bring Claire over since the beginning of October. They sent her flowers and cards, they must have known about her
accident
. Claire liked Courtney, and Tony obviously trusted them. She could do it.

While she thought about the Simmons’ and refocused on her breakfast, her toe was stopped in its exploration and lifted. She gazed toward the sensation and found Tony on the ground, holding her foot.

He slowly put her toe in his mouth and began to suck. He watched for her reaction as her brain forgot the breakfast and impending dinner. The slight gasp that escaped her lips brought a devilish grin to his.

She immediately felt the sensation from her toe ignite pulsations elsewhere. His lips moved from her toe, to her foot, to her ankle, and slowly up her leg. When he opened her robe and pulled her toward him, Claire’s body tingled in anticipation. Too soon he gave her unimaginable thrills.

Finding their way back to his bed, Tony supported himself above her lean, blossoming body and with a raspy voice he inquired, “Claire, what do you want?”

She looked in his eyes, again still so light and real. He’d never asked her what she wanted. As he kissed her neck, her body responded; her back arched, pressing toward him, silently begging for his touch.

He continued, “I want to hear you. No forcing and no directions. I want to hear what
you
want?” His desires were clear and rubbing across her thighs.

“I want you,” Claire whispered.

That wasn’t enough; Tony wanted to hear more. “Tell me what you want. I need to know you want it as much as I do.”

“Oh, God, Tony, I want you.” Her desires gave strength to her voice. “I want you inside of me.” With her body on the brink of explosion, she implored, “Please, please, Tony, take me.”

As she held tightly to his broad shoulders, her eyes closed, and he fulfilled her desires. Claire wanted every bit of him—every inch—and now that he was there. It was her turn to lose control. Without effort, her body responded to his every touch. There were no thoughts, only carnal desires as he, more than once, elicited earthshaking convulsions. There was no question, this was consensual, and Claire was getting exactly what she wanted, what she’d asked for, and still wanted more.

TONY DROVE TO
and from the Simmons’ in one of his Mercedes. It was a great ride from the back when Eric drove, but it was even better from the passenger’s seat: smooth and quiet. Tony tuned the satellite radio to a classical station. The warm car, soft music, and smooth ride almost had Claire napping. Her energy wasn’t at its pre-accident level, and her eyes began to close. Catherine told her one time not to act tired, but she wasn’t acting.

Tony glanced her way and said, “It’s all right. Why don’t you lay the seat back, and I’ll wake you when we arrive.” She did.

They had a good time with Brent and Courtney. Courtney told Claire a thousand times she needed to gain some weight. The unfortunate accident in the woods left her too thin, but she quickly added, “You’re still beautiful.” After the delicious dinner they retired to the lower level; the Vikings and the Packers were playing. Apparently, Brent and Tony were Vikings fans. Claire wondered how she didn’t know that.

While they watched the game and argued with the television, Claire and Courtney chatted. It was nice to talk to someone else. Courtney made Claire feel warm and secure. She didn’t pry, but wanted to know about Claire’s accident and recovery. Apparently, Brent told her how upset Tony had been. He couldn’t believe something like that could happen on his land. Did they ever find out if someone had been out in the woods?

The football game didn’t turn out like the men wanted. Undaunted, they all sipped red wine and played cards. Claire hadn’t
played
a game in so long. It was truly enjoyable. When they left the Simmons’ home, after 11:00 PM, Courtney hugged Claire, and said, “Now you promise to eat.” Claire nodded. “We’re so happy you’re feeling better.”

On the way home Tony praised Claire for all she did and said. He also informed her he needed to be in New York the following week. It was up to her if she joined him; however, she may not realize Thursday, of next week, would be Thanksgiving. He couldn’t promise he would be back. He may have to stay until Friday. He’d like her to join him, if she were up to it.

Claire knew the intense therapy of the last two days had helped revitalize her. “I may need naps, but I want to go.”

DURING THE WEEK
between the Simmons and New York, Claire made strides in her recovery. It was as if a black veil had been lifted. For weeks—even months—the entire world was gray. The release of suppressed emotions, and Tony’s promise, removed the veil. The trees were still leafless and the grass still lacked color, but the world was once again alive.

Instead of sleeping to get energy, Claire began moving. First, she walked around the house, then swam in the indoor pool, and enjoyed the hot tub. She even ventured to the theater room, and she made herself watch a movie. It was a musical,
Hairspray
with John Travolta. She smiled. It was her first trip to the theater room since Tony had taken her there.

Monday evening they flew to New York watching the sky grow dark as they headed east. Eric drove them directly to Tony’s apartment, and Jan waited for their arrival with dinner. From the spectacular view of the seventy-sixth floor, the city vibrantly glistened with lights and activity. They ate in the dining room and watched little cars drive on busy little streets far below.

That night, exhausted from traveling, they settled into Tony’s bed and he handed Claire a black velvet box. Her shoulders slumped. “Tony, please stop. No more black velvet boxes. I have plenty of jewelry. I love it all, but I don’t need it. I feel bad about you spending all this money on me.”

“Well, first, if you haven’t noticed, money isn’t an issue, and what good is money if it doesn’t buy the things I want? Besides, this is a special gift.”

Claire raised her eyebrows.

He continued, “Somehow, with all that’s happened in the past two months, I made an awful mistake.” She feared he was talking about the accident. “I realized it when I was getting your ID and credit card.”

Now she knew what he meant; he’d missed her birthday. “It’s all right. I’ve received plenty of gifts lately.” She tried to give him back the box.

“No!” he declared. “It’s not all right. You had a birthday, your twenty-seventh, on October 17.” He firmly, yet tenderly, held her hands with the box in them, while his tone softened. “The other gifts were because of your accomplishments.
” And your guilt,
Claire added mentally. “This one is for your birthday.”

She looked helplessly at the box. He continued, “Okay, I’m a cheapskate.” With a frisky grin he added, “I’m re-gifting, again.”

Looking at the box Claire pondered the possibilities of his
re-gifting
. Her eyes opened wide as she lifted the velvet lid to reveal her grandmother’s necklace. It looked perfect, absolutely no evidence of the
accident
it had endured. She beamed at Tony, closed the box, and put it on the bedside stand. Scooting close to him, she rested her head on his chest as her green eyes gleamed with moisture. “I think you’re doing a great job of enticing me to feel better. I wonder sometimes how I got here.” The fatigue made her head pound. When she closed her eyes moisture escaped as tears onto Tony’s chest. Her shields were down and mask was gone. “I know I’m here because you
own
me and my debt. Sometimes I feel that way, but other times you make me feel special.” She nuzzled into his warm embrace. Her words slowed as fatigue prevailed. “I don’t know any more if you’re using me or if you care about me, but I know what I hope.”

He listened as her words ran together.

“I want you to know it didn’t start this way, but I’m willing to do what you ask, not because of my debt, but because I want you to be happy.” She couldn’t give him gifts in black velvet boxes. She could only give herself.

HE KISSED HER
hair and tasted her scent, mixed with hairspray and perfume. Holding her soft body against his, he replied, “Thank you, for making me happy.” Caressing her silky shoulder, he wanted her—all of her.