Surrendering to Us (17 page)

“Do you feel that?”

“Yes.”

“Remember this.” And he pulled back and slammed into me again. And again. And again.

“I’m going to fuck you hard so you remember that this is what you do to me.” And he did. I knew I was going to have bruises from his hips, but I didn’t care as I wrapped my legs around him and begged him. For more, for everything. I came so hard that it triggered him as well.

“Never. Forget.” He thrust two more times and spent himself. I now understood the term “having your brains fucked out” because mine definitely were. I couldn’t come up with the alphabet at the moment.

“Do you feel me?” He rocked his hips, still inside me. “I’m going to fuck you again, but this time you’re going to be on top.” He thrust again, and I could feel him getting hard. He leaned down and kissed me, plunging his tongue in my mouth.

“Put your arms around my neck.” I did so and he rolled us until I was on top of him. “Now take my hands.” I did that as well and started to move. Slow, because I was still recovering.

“I could do this all night. Because you make me feel this way. You, above me, riding me, and making those sounds that I love. You’re the only person I’ve ever let go with, the only woman who knows the real me.”

The combination of the words, and the spots I was hitting with every movement had me screaming his name and gripping his hands so hard I thought he would lose circulation. But he just kept talking and urging me on, telling me how beautiful I was, and I came again, almost harder than the first time. I kept going until he came with me, his back arching off the bed.

I fell on top of him, breathless.

“We’re not done yet,” he said, panting. “As soon as I’m ready, I’m going to fuck you from behind over the arm of the couch. And then I’m going to fuck you in the shower, and maybe on the kitchen counter. I really want the message to sink in.” Oh it wasn’t going to sink in. He was going to fuck it into me. Hard.

And he did.

I answered the question about too much sex killing you. It doesn’t. By the time Lucah had had me every way he wanted me, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He laid me in bed and covered my quivering and spent body with the cool hotel sheets and climbed in next to me.

“Never forget,” he said, kissing my nose. And then we both passed out.

The next thing I remembered was a beeping interrupting the best sleep I’d ever had in my entire life.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” a sweet voice said in my ear. I cracked my eyes open to see my favorite person in the world standing next to a cart covered with a white tablecloth and the most glorious breakfast I’d ever seen.

My life was officially perfect. I stretched my arms over my head. My muscles had had quite a workout. If we had many more of these nights, I’d never need to go to the gym again. I was more than okay with that. Sex won over running on a treadmill. Always.

“Good morning, Mr. Blythe,” I mumbled. He was only wearing his boxers, and part of me wondered if he was going to have his way with me again.

“Did I make myself clear last night?”

“Crystal clear. Whatever the clearest thing there is, you went one level clearer.” He laughed and pulled the cart to my side of the bed.

“Well, I should probably feed you since we didn’t eat anything last night.” We hadn’t. He’d been too busy fucking my brains out.

As soon as he said it, my stomach roared like a wild beast, trying to escape from my body and kill everything it could find.

Lucah heard it and laughed as he handed me a plate with crepes, fruit and bacon on it.

“Oh, by the way, if you didn’t know that I love you, I definitely do right now. Room service really does it for me.” He picked up a strawberry and mashed it in my face.

“Hey!” He kissed me and licked the smashed strawberry from my jaw.

“I love you, too. In case that wasn’t clear.”

“No, I got it.” Lucah climbed into bed and we shared the breakfast, feeding each other. I checked the clock. Lucah had gotten us up early enough that we had more than enough time to get ready. Only there was one small problem I hadn’t thought of yesterday.

“What the hell am I supposed to wear today?” I said as we both sipped our cups of coffee.

“Oh, I took care of that as well. Sloane sent over clothes to the front desk. I had them delivered with the food. I have no idea what she picked out, but I’m sure it’s fine.” I was probably never going to look as fabulous at work again. I didn’t even need to see the outfit to know that.

“Clothes for you, too?”

“Yeah,” he said, filling his cup again from the silver pot. “I’m almost scared. She could have been really nice, or she could have left me a pair of boxers and nothing else.”

“Should we go see?” He nodded and we both got up. He tossed me one of the hotel robes and I put it on. It was like wrapping myself in a warm cloud. Staying in the penthouse was definitely worth it.

There was a bag sitting by the door and Lucah went to get it. He pulled out my clothes first, a red top, black pinstriped jumper that wasn’t mine, nude heels and a black lace bra and panties. For Lucah there was a light gray suit with a white shirt and a dark red tie.

“Red,” I said, pointing to his tie.

“I’m glad she didn’t send me just a set of boxers and a tie.” I was sure she thought about it. I went to get my phone and found a bunch of messages from her. I responded back thanking her for the clothes and agreeing that she was due for some major payback, including dinner, etc.

Lucah and I used the large shower, my shampoo and conditioner, which Sloane had also sent over, along with my razor, brush and a bunch of my makeup. Because she was a fabulous friend.

Lucah wrapped me in the robe again when we got out.

“Do you know how much I wish we could both call in sick without raising suspicion?” I said as I towel-dried my hair.

“If I figure a way to make that happen, you’ll be the first to know.”

We dressed each other and Lucah blew my hair out and put it up for me while I did my makeup. We were getting so good at getting me ready, I despaired of the day when he wouldn’t be around to help. I wouldn’t know what to do. Notwithstanding the twenty-three years that I’d functioned without him.

That was another thing about love. It made you completely change your life to include another person, almost to the level that you didn’t know how to live without them anymore. It was both scary, and comforting at the same time. Comforting, especially after last night. I didn’t think he was going anywhere anytime soon.

“I don’t know how I can walk right now after last night,” I said as we gathered the rest of our things. He’d rented the room for another night, but I wasn’t sure if we could top last night.

Nope, that would probably kill me. I was going to need at least a day or two to recover. My poor ladyparts were exhausted. They needed a vacation from fucking.

Lucah held my hand on the walk back to work, and I got one more kiss before we got to the doors.

“Never forget.”

“I won’t.”

“You look happy,” Lilia said as I walked past her desk. “Any reason?” Sex. Lots of sex.

“Nope. Just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.” I gave her a bright smile and practically skipped to my desk. I was still on my sex high, and it felt like nothing could bring me down from it.

And then I got an email from Violet, asking me if I wanted to have lunch with her. Obviously, I had made myself open to her, but that didn’t mean I was thrilled about it. Still, I was probably making a big deal out of nothing. Once I got there, I’d be fine.

So I sent her back an enthusiastic acceptance and she agreed to make reservations at a place just around the corner. It was much fancier than any place I’d usually go for lunch, but maybe the formal atmosphere would keep the conversation formal.

The rest of the morning I buried myself in work, but every ten or so minutes let my mind wander to the night before and a little of shiver of delight raced down my spine.

Lilia brought me a few things to sign and look over and halfway down the stack, there was a sticky note with one word written on it.

MINE.

I took it and stuck it on my computer. No one but Lucah would know what it meant, which made it even better. Just one more little piece of Lucah in my life.

I also found another of the notes in my purse. I bet he saved them all somewhere and they were going to randomly pop up in my life whenever I needed a reminder, which would probably be frequently.

Time before the lunch date sort of flew by and then it was time to meet Violet. I was trying to think of her as her own entity, separate from Lucah—as the woman who had rocked the interview, and I thought might be my new friend. It wasn’t her fault that she had a past with Lucah. I was NOT going to let that come between what might be a burgeoning friendship. At the very least the two of us had to work together and be able to make small talk.

So I practiced as I strode to the elevator, my clicking heels giving me comfort.

Violet was down in the lobby looking fabulous in a charcoal-colored fitted dress, yellow heels, and her hair in a twist. I looked her up and down, searching for a flaw, but I couldn’t find one, and then she turned and nearly caught me staring. That would have been awful.

“Violet, hi.”

“Hi, you look nice today. Love the shoes.” The more I learned about her, the more I wanted to like her.

“Same to you. So, shall we?” She nodded and we walked the short distance to the restaurant. It was quiet, despite the fact that it was the lunch hour. It even had a guy playing the piano. Did we have to tip him? Could we make requests? The hostess led us across the room and seated us at a table for two.

We sat and ordered drinks. I got a white peach sangria and she had the same. I needed a drink to get through this.

“Is this place okay? I wasn’t sure where you normally went. I’m still trying to get used to the city.”

“No, it’s great. I normally just go to the place across the street, actually. So, where did you live before you moved here?” I knew, since I’d seen her employment history, but this was where you started with small talk.

“I was in Springfield working for a small cable network. I loved it, but this was always where I wanted to be.”

She talked more about moving to the city and the perils of finding a decent and affordable apartment and roommates, and by the time our salads came (a Waldorf for me and a cobb for her) I was telling her the best places to go to get decently priced shoes.

In the back of my mind I kept telling myself that she and I had more in common than just shoes. We had both fucked the same guy. That was the thought I had to keep shoving aside and trying to forget. But it would only be shoved aside for so long.

We both ordered dessert (I was thrilled that she went for the molten chocolate cake and not the vegan gluten-free and probably taste-free cookie topped with soy ice cream), and it finally came up.

“I’m sorry about the other day, and being weird about Lucah and coming into your office and confronting you about it. I’ve felt funny about it ever since. I mean, it really has nothing to do with anything. That’s the first thing you’re never supposed to do, bring your personal life into the office, but I did and I’m sorry. Again.”

“No, no. It’s fine. We had to address it, or else things might have been weird and then both of us would have had to walk on eggshells and five years down the line, one of us would get drunk at the Company Ball and things might get out of hand. Wow, that sounded like the plot of a terrible reality show. But you got the point, right?”

She laughed, and it hit me how beautiful she was. No wonder Lucah had fallen for her. And just as that thought ran through my mind, I wanted to stab it and pretend it had never existed.

“Yeah, I figured out what you were saying. So anyway. This is the last time I’ll bring it up. And I’m done.” She pressed her lips together and pretended to seal them.

“No big deal.” I hoped I was playing off my nonchalance, because I was still freaking out on the inside. “We’re both professional women, right?”