Intrigued and Enchanted (19 page)

When we arrive outside Cube, I can’t look at Angus as he opens the door for us. I can tell Brandon thinks it’s funny. I dread to think what Angus has seen over the years working for Brandon. Best not to think about that! Same as last time, we bypass the queue and head to the VIP area. I’m surprised and incredibly embarrassed that everyone else is already here. How long
were
we driving around for? Brandon certainly has stamina, among his many other talents.

Jess is on me in a second. Probing me for information, giving me the evil eye, and generally letting me know that she’s totally onto my car antics. Before she can pull the details from me, and I mean pull, the girl will hound me all night until I give in, I do a quick change of subject that I know will get her attention.

“Brandon is taking me to London for a graduation present.” I’m pretty sure even over the thundering beat of the music in here, even the queue outside heard her scream. Jumping up and down like a lunatic. It makes me laugh, and I am so genuinely excited to be going to the home of the Globe Theatre that I start jumping with her. We must look like crazy kangaroos high on speed, but it feels great. Letting the joy of our day and the joy of the future we have before us flow through our bodies in a wave of euphoria.

I didn’t even notice that Brandon had disappeared off to the bar to get drinks for us until he tapped my pogoing shoulder and handed Jess and I a French Martini each. God I love him.

He has a huge smirk on his face, trying to stifle a laugh at how ridiculous we must look (I assume). Jess gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before punching him in the arm and saying “Good work on the London idea TDA.” He throws his head back in a full belly laugh.

“Seriously, that’s the second time I’ve heard that today. Tell me what it means?” His eyes pleading with me to fess up.

“I told you if you’re a good boy I might tell you later.” He leans in so only I can hear him.

“Was I not a
very
good boy in the car Miss Pritchard?” I know my cheeks are turning bright red as his breath caresses my ear. Jess rolls her eyes at us and without a word disappears into the crowd, her drink in hand and her ass working it to the beat.

I see Simon watching her every move from the bar and as she loses herself in the music, he strides through the crowd and claims her as his. I’m getting a bit hot just watching the way his hands are moving her, pulling her tight against his firm body. I know I should look away, but I just can’t. Their connection is almost a visible aura around them. A warm hand tracing the line of my neck and along my collar bone pulls me from my blatant voyeurism.

“You like that baby? Watching them writhe against each other as if there is no one here but the two of them. You can feel the sexual energy between them can’t you? Is it making your panties wet baby?”

I want to say no, but everything he said is true. I can feel my own sexual appetite awaken again, sated only half an hour ago in the car, my desire for Brandon is sparked watching their bodies move together, knowing how earth-shattering it feels when my body collides with Brandon’s. Anticipating how much pleasure we will wring from each other. I nod my head, dropping it back onto his shoulder to allow him unfettered access to my neck.

His mouth swoops down on me, warm and wet and oh so sexy. Kissing behind my ear in the spot that drives me wild. I want him, right here, right now. As he teases me with his skilled tongue and soft lips I let out an uninhibited moan before telling him I want him.

Those three words are like a red rag to a bull. This time I know where he’s taking me, and my excitement spikes at the memory of the last time we were locked in that private room together, listening to the hundreds of people on the other side of the door as we lost ourselves in each other.

Before I realise it, we’re already locked inside. Brandon hasn’t said a word to me yet, but I can see the pure, unadulterated want in his ice blue eyes. He leaves me standing at the door, striding across the room to sit on the sofa. His posture is so laid back as he throws his arms across the back of the sofa, but his eyes give him away, greedily devouring every inch of me as I stand before him…waiting…wanting.

“Take off your clothes Miss Pritchard.” What?

“You heard me Miss Pritchard. Now take your clothes off so I can look at you.” Dominant Brandon is back - the sparks of excitement have a direct line to my sex. I can feel how damp I am already. I’m surprised that I don’t feel shy. I want to do this for him. I want him to look at me with those molten eyes that are the colour of ice, a juxtaposition that makes me burn with desire; makes me burn to
be
desired by him.

I slowly remove my dress, letting it drop to the floor. When I step out of it, I’m feeling pretty confident and flick the dress with my shoe, landing it right in his lap. His gasp as he takes in my half naked body, dressed only in stockings, a garter belt, lace panties and a matching bra is such an empowering, satisfying noise. I move to remove my heels but Brandon stops me.

“Leave them on baby. You look so fucking sexy right now, I just want to bend you over the desk and fuck you until your screaming my name.” This coarse side of Brandon is so primal and sexual, it calls to something deep inside of me.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me Mr Redgrave.” I revel in the effect I have on him. I can see his restraint shatter and he’s up, tearing his jacket off, followed by his waistcoat, shirt and tie. He opens his slacks before moving to the desk. The sight of him, moving with lithe precision, his naked chest a feast for my eyes, makes me bite down hard on my lower lip. He is chiselled perfection. He really does puts the David to shame.

“If you want me to touch you, I want to know what TDA means. Do you want me to touch you Miss Pritchard?” He knows I can’t deny him anything in this moment, I am so turned on and desperate to feel his hands on me.

“Answer me.” Sexy. As. Hell.

“Yes. I want you to touch me Mr Redgrave.” A sly grin slides across his lips.

“What. Does. TDA. Mean?” My voice is breathy and full of desire as I give him the answer he so desperately wants.

“Tall…Dark…Adonis.” I bite my lip as I watch the desire explode behind his ice-blue gaze.

“Come here Miss Pritchard.” I do as he asks, the submissive part of me desperate to let him own me, brand me, claim me as his. He backs me against the edge of the desk before staking his claim on my mouth. Our lips and tongues crashing together in perfect symmetry. I rake my nails down his back, feeling ever toned muscle tighten under my touch. I can’t get enough of him.

My hands roam all over his chest, his back, his biceps, the exquisite feel of soft supple skin covering granite muscles titillating my fingers. Our kiss becomes all consuming, his hands fisting in my hair, clutching my ass, palming my breasts. We can’t get enough. He makes quick work of removing my bra, guiding me back to lie on the desk, my breasts heavy with arousal, on display for him.

I’m bereft as he pulls his lips from mine, but it’s short lived as Brandon moves his head down, his lips caressing my already hardened nipples. He takes one into his mouth, kissing, suckling, tugging on it while forcefully grabbing the other in his firm hand. The pleasure is so intense it teeters on the edge of painful, but I want more.

I’m panting as I try to control the wave of ecstasy that Brandon is conjuring from my body. He slides one hand beneath my panties as he turns his attention to my other breast, teasing it with his mouth. I feel his guttural groan vibrate through my breast when his hand meets with the evidence of my arousal.

“Miss Pritchard. It would appear that you are more than ready for me.” My back arches off the desk has he thrust his fingers inside of me.

“And so very tight too.” He teases me with a few deep, delicious thrusts of his fingers before pulling out of me. With the speed of a cat, Brandon has me flipped onto my front. My legs on the ground spread wide, my naked breasts pressed against the cold hard desk. I turn my head to the side to see his hard length spring free from his Calvin Klein’s. It’s glorious and I want every inch of it inside me, making me his.

“As pretty as these are Miss Pritchard, I’m afraid they have to go.” He rips my panties at the sides, throwing them to the floor, exposing my slick, desperate sex to his gaze. A groan of approval escaping his throat before he grabs my hair to anchor me in place as he rubs his cock up and down my wet folds, coating himself in my arousal. Without warning he thrusts into me, right to the hilt. The stretching feeling, being filled by him, is exquisite and almost painful.

“Fuck” is all he says before halting his movements completely. He takes a moment to control his breathing before tugging on my hair.

“Do you want me to fuck you Miss Pritchard?” My answer is dripping from lips in an instant, a plea for him to take me.

"Yes." One sharp, hard thrust.

“Are you mine Miss Pritchard?”

“God yes Brandon.”

“Yes who?” Tugging on my hair. A second delicious thrust inside me.

“Yes Mr Redgrave. I’m yours.” I don’t care that I’m begging. I need him to douse the flames of this fire spreading through my body.

“Mine.” He sets a punishing rhythm, taking me hard and fast, his desire animalistic. As he thrusts deeper and harder he snakes a hand round to my clit, rubbing in circles, complementing every, sweet, thrust of his hips. It’s only seconds before I’m screaming his name, the ecstasy ripping through my body, my heart, my mind, my soul, scattering them into a million pieces, my world turning on its axis by the depth of emotion I feel for this man.

Brandon lets me ride out my orgasm before chasing his own, shouting my name, a pained groan as the pleasure takes over, my walls clenching around him, milking every possible ounce of pleasure from him. He collapses against my back, I can feel the sheen of sweat on our bodies, the smell of sex in the air between us. He kisses up and down my spine, gently caressing my side with his hand – the other holding his weight off of me. I always thought that not facing someone when you’re having sex would be really cold, not intimate at all. How wrong was I? The intimacy between us right now, the connection between us, not just the physical, is astounding. Brandon pulls out of me, watching his cum run down my leg.

“Stay right there baby. You look so incredible right now. My seed running out of your sweet little pussy. So fucking sexy.” I let him watch me, the feeling of his eyes on me in this way is so exciting. It feels naughty and it turns me on no end to be spread out before him. He fixes his clothing, picking up his jacket, taking his time, his eyes never straying from my body. The way he walks towards me, so smooth, so in tune with his own body; his movements elegant, masculine and effortless all at once.

He dips into his inside pocket and brings out a handkerchief, dropping to his knees behind me, taking care to gently clean me, making sure he cleans the tops of my stockings, covered in his cum. When he’s finished he places a sweet little kiss on my ass before standing, pulling me up and into his arms.

“You are so beautiful Lily. I can’t get enough of you.” He nuzzles my neck as he speaks, scenting me. I’m startled from our tender moment by a bang on the door.

I hurry to grab my bra and dress, thankful that Brandon locked the door when we came in. He helps me scramble into my dress as there is a second bang on the door.

“Brandon. Man, we have a problem. Put it back in your pants and get out here.” It’s Simon.

I can tell that Brandon is concerned. His best friend wouldn’t come looking for him like this if it wasn’t important. He zips me up, making sure to pick up my torn panties as we head to the door. I know my cheeks are scarlet, not only from what we just did, but because now I need to face Simon, and he knows exactly what we were doing. Brandon opens the door.

“This better be fucking important Si.” Brandon ushers him away from the doorway to let me make a sharp exit without having to talk to Simon. Thank goodness for that. I go in search of Jess, and as I thought, she’s at the bar. Just in time to get a drink. I could definitely use one, my throat is a bit hoarse from screaming Brandon’s name, and it was totally worth it. Jess isn’t chatting up the bar tender so I guess things have been going well with Simon tonight.

Once we’re served we take our drinks and find a nice sofa to relax on where we can see what’s going on downstairs. I notice Brandon and Simon making their way through the crowd, thinking maybe there’s a problem with the building somewhere because Brandon owns it. It’s not until I see them stop in front of a tall, stunning woman that I start to worry.

She looks familiar to me…then it dawns on me…I’ve seen her before in pictures with Brandon…it’s Victoria.

My blood runs cold watching their obviously heated exchange. Simon leaves them to it, taking the opportunity to check in with his staff. The way she’s touching him makes me want to claw her eyes out. She’s running her hands up and down his biceps, the ones that were just holding him above my naked body as I begged him to fuck me. And he’s just letting her. I feel physically sick. Jess notices the change in my demeanour.

“What’s up Lil? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I don’t want to get into this just now. Jess would go all ninja bestie and go kick Victoria’s ass for being anywhere near Brandon. As awesome as that sounds, I already feel like an idiot, I don’t need to make it worse. There are obviously still feelings between them and I’m the lovesick girl that just offered herself up on a plate. I need to take a minute to sort my head out. I hate lying to Jess but I do it anyway.

“I’m fine Jess. Think my drinks are starting to go to my head a bit. Just going to nip to the restroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I’ll come with you.” How do I say no? Thank God, Simon is heading our way. He's my out.

“It’s fine bestie. Honestly. You wait here with Simon and I’ll be back in a sec.” Simon gives me a concerned look as I bustle past him. I feel like the room is closing in around me. I can’t breathe. As soon as I’m ensconced in a cubicle I lean my forehead against the door, holding myself up and trying to control my now erratic breathing. How pathetic am I? I’m in a toilet, practically hyperventilating over a guy. What the actual Fuck?