Sapphire (Steele Investigations) (18 page)

“Babe,” he replies, still smiling.

“Fine. Well don’t expect me to visit every week when you’re
in the penitentiary.  I’ll probably only make it there once a fortnight.  Maybe
monthly if you piss me off anymore,” I snap.

Again he answers me with a smile and a, “Babe”.

I glare at him even though I’ve got a warm feeling in my
veins because he cares enough that he’s been tailing William Spencer and he’s
had some of his boys working on it.

I see his hand move toward me even though I’m looking into
his eyes.  He tucks a loose tendril behind my ear and leans in to kiss just
below my lobe.  A shiver runs through my body and my nipples immediately
harden.  He trails a line of kisses from under my lobe, across my jaw and
finally claims my lips in a soft, sweet, passionate kiss.  My fingers fist
through his hair and I pull him closer, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to
dance with his.  I fall back on the bed and he settles half on me, half off.  We
never break apart as our mouths continue to make love to each other.  I run my
hands up and down his back, over his tight ass and dig my nails in causing him
to groan down into my mouth.  His hand runs up and down my ribs, stopping just
underneath my breast.  My nipples are begging for attention as they stand
erect; willing and waiting.  Finally he brushes a thumb across one and I gasp. 
The sensation sends volts of electricity straight between my legs and I feel my
panties flood with my arousal.  I can feel his own arousal pressing into my
thigh as he breaks our kiss and leans up on his elbow to pull my tank top over
my head.  I hear his sharp intake of breathe as he notices my braless state. 
My breasts are full and heavy, my nipples standing as proud buds begging for
his mouth.  Heat floods my pussy again when he licks his lips and lowers his
head to give them the attention they are craving.  I moan and run my fingers
through his hair, pulling him closer as my back arches and I thrust myself
deeper into his mouth.

He works over both breasts until he’s satisfied and then he
begins to trail kisses down my stomach before he reaches the waistband of my
sleep shorts.  He whips them off, taking my panties as well, in once swift
movement.  Before I can react, his mouth is on me.  I spread my legs as far
apart as they will go and a low moan escapes my mouth.  He laps my juices up as
he spears his tongue inside me as his nose rubs on my clit. 

“God, Elliott,” I moan as I continue to pull him closer to
me by his head.  I can feel my orgasm building and I notice my breathing
getting louder.  Then he stops. Just. Like. That.

“Don’t stop,” I half pant/ half whine.  He looks up at me
and chuckles before stretching his arms over his head, grabbing the neck of his
shirt at the back and pulling it off.  Seriously  hot.  What a way to take a
shirt off!!  I sit up on my elbows and enjoy the show of my man undressing.
My man!
Really love the way that sounds.  I watch intently as he undoes the
buttons on his jeans and lets them fall to the floor before he steps out of
them.  I can feel him watching me but I’m too busy watching the lower half of
his body.  His erection is straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs but
it springs free, standing proud and tall, when he removes them.  He steps out
of them once they hit the floor and then he moves between my spread legs.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as his eyes travel the length of my body.  He
kneels between my legs and I follow his gaze down to where his cock is sitting
at my entrance.  He pushes the head in and then looks up at me.

“Eyes on me,” he orders.  My core floods again with arousal
and I lay back down, keeping my eyes on his as he slowly,
slowly
sinks
into me…inch….by…..inch.  Until I am deliciously full, stretched to the limit
and he is balls deep inside my tight canyon.  He supports his weight on his
elbows and runs the pad of his thumb across my cheek as he continues to look
deep into my eyes.  Agonizingly slowly he withdraws his length, almost
completely before filling me again.  Over and over he gently thrusts himself
inside me as I raise my hips to meet his. 

“Do you feel it?” he asks as he fills me again.

 “Yes,” I breath.  Because I do.  I do feel it.

  I feel his pelvis rubbing my clit with every thrust and
the slow burn of my orgasm is building.

 “Gonna come,” I pant as the feeling overtakes me and I fly
over the edge; shuddering and moaning as my orgasm tears through my body.  He
thrusts once, twice more before spilling himself into me onto a groan.  Our
eyes locked on each other the whole time.  That was intense.  When I feel his
cock stop twitching I ask quietly, “Did you just make love to me Elliott Steele?”

“Babe, don’t matter whether it’s hard and fast, rough or
slow and sweet.  I’m always making love to you.”  My heart flutters and that
warm tingly feeling floods my entire body from head to toe. “Never before,” he
mutters cryptically.

 “Mmm?”  I ask, still sated from my orgasm.

 “Never made love to someone before that first time with
you.” Before I can reply he leans down and kisses me soft and slow with lots of
tongue before he pulls back and begins to slide out of me.  I tense my muscles,
making him gasp before a burst of laughter falls from his lips.  I smile smugly
and release him. 

My phone rings on my bed table as Elliott disappears into my
bathroom. I reach over and pick it up.

“Hey girlfriend,” I smile as I answer

“Rae, why didn’t you answer your phone?  I tried to call and
Mr. Lakeman said he tried to call a couple of times as well.” She sounds
excited.  Mr. Lakeman was the builder we had hired to draw up our plans for the
interior of our store.  His must have been the unknown numbers on my phone.

“Sorry Kam, I noticed I had some missed calls on my phone. I
was..busy.”  I’ll fill her in later, I definitely won’t be doing it while her
brother is in the bathroom and I’ve got a happy vibe from finding out that
Elliott loves me and that he’s just
made
love to me, and that every time
he’s been inside me he’s
made love
to me. A happy sigh escapes me before
I carry on my conversation with Kami.

“Did you speak with him? Does he want me to call him back?”

“He wanted to know whether we could meet with him this
afternoon. Four o’clock. His office.  He says he has some good news for us.” 
She sounds like she’s jumping up and down with excitement.

“Okay.  I’ll meet you there,” I smile into the phone.

“Later Chicky.”

“Later,” I say as I end the call.  Kami and I had been
hoping that Mr. Lakeman and his team could do the work we needed done within a
couple of months.  We don’t need a whole lot changed.  Basically we wanted them
to install some shelving and a few change rooms, plus a counter and fix up the
kitchenette area in the back.  We also needed it to be painted and ‘dressed’
which is what the interior designer, Milan, calls putting curtains on the
windows and picture frames on the wall.  Well that’s my take on it anyways. 

I check the time as find it’s already after two pm.  I
spring out of bed and race to the bathroom.  Elliott’s not in here but I can
hear him in the kitchen so I jump in the shower.

Five minutes later I spot Elliott watching me by the door,
naked.  Two seconds after that he joins me in the shower and we make love hard
and fast up against wall the shower.

Twenty minutes later I’ve showered, shaved and dried
myself.  I go straight to my closet to find something to wear.  Elliott follows
me out, white towel slung low around his hips, six pack on display, hair still
wet and a few trickles of water running down his back.  He looks edible.  I
stand stock still and watch as he pulls on his jeans – commando – and then
pulls his shirt over his head.  God he’s gorgeous.  He turns and smirks at me,
like he knows I was watching the entire time.  “See anything you like?” He asks
cockily.  I lick my lips and grin in reply.  “All yours baby,” is his
response. 
Yeah.  I like the sound of that.  Elliott Conrad Steele is all
mine.

“I have to meet Kami and Mr. Lakeman at four.  What are your
plans for the rest of today?” I ask, silently praying that he’s changed his
mind and doesn’t have to go into the office to have a ‘chat’ with my ex-step-father
William Spencer aka Willy Daniels. 

“Just got a call from Travis. Gotta head downtown now.”

Downtown as in down to the office. Shit.

I’m dressing as we’re talking and he’s not taken his eyes
off my body.  It makes me feel desirable.  Something I’ve never felt in my
life.  I’ve put on my pretty baby pink lace bra and matching thong set, and I’m
pulling on a black knee length wrap dress when, because I’m a glutton for
punishment, I ask “William?”

“It’ll be fine, baby,” he answers.  What sort of reply is
that?  But that’s all he gives.

“Well….um..uh…I guess..”  I stutter, trying to find the
right words to say and not look like a damn idiot, which coincidently is
exactly how I end up looking!  He walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my
waist, he pulls me toward him so we are standing flush up against one and
other.

“Gotta head out now babe,” he says gently

Tears prick the back of my eyes because I don’t want him to
go.  I don’t want him to get into any trouble for me.

“Elliott, maybe you should just stay out of it.  I’ll work
it out. You don’t have to involve yourself or your company. I don’t want any of
you getting hurt.  I couldn’t live with the guilt if any of you got hurt,” I
beg him, hoping that he’ll change his mind, when I know he won’t.

“I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” He kisses me softly. Then he
deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as he continues to kiss me
languidly.  I grip the front of his shirt and hold on, fearful if I don’t, my
knees will give way.

Finally he pulls back and searches my face. “Be careful,” I
whisper as I look into his sapphire eyes.  They’re shining with love.  I hope
he sees the same thing in my eyes

“Always,” he says softly

“I love you Elliott, please be safe,” I squeeze the words
past the lump in my throat.

I feel him tense up against me, then almost immediately the
tension leaves his body and he gives me a smile I’ve never seen him give anyone
else.  The smile reserved just for me.
I love this smile. I want to see it
all the time.

“I love you, baby. So much,” he says as his kisses the tip
of my nose.
I love that too!!

“I’ll call you when the chat is over,” he winks and then he
is gone.

I let out a big breath I didn’t know I was holding and I
continue getting ready for the meeting with Mr. Lakeman. 
I can’t believe I
just told Elliott Steele, my man, that I love him.  I’ve waited years to say
those words to him, and to hear them said back to me from his lips. 
That
warm feeling has taken up residence in my veins and I don’t want it to ever
leave.

******

I walk into the reception area of Lakeman Build and Design
and spot Kami sitting on one of the plush chairs.  I sit down next to her,
setting my clutch on my lap and look at her.  She’s still got that glow about
her.  It’s like an aura; a golden light encasing her body.  She smiles at me
and quietly says “Hey Sweets.” 

“Hey, Kam.  Have you been waiting long?” she shakes her head
so I ask, gesturing toward the reception desk where a nicely presented middle
aged woman sits typing on the computer and fielding the constantly ringing
phone “Have you let them know we’re here?”

 “Yep,” she replies, “Said he shouldn’t be too long – ah,
here he comes now”. I turn my head and sure enough, Mr. Lakeman is exiting his
office.  He spots us and gives a big smile as he changes direction and walks
our way. 

“Kami…Lorraine,” he greets us, shaking our hands.

 “Hi Mr. Lakeman, nice to see you again,” I reply
cheerfully, as Kami offers the same greeting.

 “Ladies, I do believe I’ve asked you to call me Graham,” he
tells us with a wink.  “Now, come into the office and let’s discuss your store,”
he extends his hand in the direction of his office door, indicating for us to
precede him.  I follow Kami and Graham falls in to step beside me.

Graham Lakeman is attractive for a middle aged man, though
stress of the job or genetics had cursed him into an early head of gray hair. 
He wears it well though and at least he didn’t have a receding hairline to
match.  He had non-descript hazel eyes and lots of wrinkles around his eyes and
the bridge of his nose – either from frowning a lot or a lifetime of laughter. 
I wasn’t sure which.  I notice as I sit across the desk from him that he fills
out his work suit nicely.  I presume that he must spend a lot of time at the
gym, because his job is mainly drawing up plans for people like me and Kami. 
Not exactly a physical job.  I notice the thick gold band on his left ring
finger and idly wonder what Mrs. Lakeman looks like.

“Right, Lorraine and Kami,” Grahams voice snaps me back to
the present as he opens our file of plans he’s drawn up and lays them on the
large desk in front of us.  “As you can see I’ve had the plans we previously
discussed drawn up to your requirements.”  He carries on pointing to different
sections on the large paper. “You’ll notice the vast amount of shelving we’ve
included, and also the large change rooms that you requested have also been
included.  I hope they fit to your requirements.  My team did some research and
the change rooms that will be in your shop will be just over double the size of
the average change rooms.  I do hope you will be happy with that.  You’ll
notice that with the current size, we could comfortably fit four of them in.” 
Kami and I look over the plans as Graham continues to explain the different
elements; the changes to the kitchenette and the sales counter et cetera.