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“You’re in for it now, girl,” he growled.
He slammed into me, and I bit back a yell, my
whole body tensing from the sensation. I rocked my hips upward as he began
fucking me in earnest--rough, wild--his movements unrestrained as he pumped
into me again and again, harder and harder.
Sweat beaded on our skin, mingling as he slammed
into me, his lust primal, animal, the bed frame smacking into the wall with
each motion. I was moaning now, gasping with each slap of skin on skin, our
bodies joining together until I could no longer tell where I ended, and he
began.
Gavin grunted above me, his hands holding me
tight, capturing me against the sheets. When he rocked back into a sitting
position, he swept me with him, pulling me up onto his lap, holding me tight
like he never wanted to let me go. He bucked up into me, hitting me deeper than
I thought possible, and I held on for dear life, moaning louder and louder.
His pubic hair crinkled against my clit, grinding
and rubbing, his rough hands exploring the curves of my ass as we moved
together. I was all heat, all fire, all sweat, all need, my pleasure coiling
tighter and tighter in my belly until he held me fast and thrust upward and
harder.
I dug my nails into his back as I came, throwing
my head back as my orgasm crashed over me. I gripped him hard, my pussy
convulsing around him, my body shaking with the force of it.
He bit my neck and tensed, and I felt him
twitching inside of me,
cumming
with me, both of us
sharing one another’s pleasure, moving together as our bodies and mouths cried
out, our hips rolling as our joy moved over us, consumed us, wave after wave.
We stayed like that for a long while, kissing
slowly, languidly, our hands exploring one another as we stayed joined, neither
one of us wanting to be the first to break apart from the other.
When we finally lay side by side on the sheets,
our breathing evening out, sweat cooling on our bodies, I looked at Gavin Fletcher
and saw his slow smile.
I smiled back, satisfied on a level I can’t even
explain. But even then, my mind wouldn’t shut off. Wouldn’t just shut up and
let me enjoy this moment.
That really
just happened, didn’t
it…
I really just had the best
sex of my life with my new boss, the man I’m basically trapped with for the
next few weeks. The man who will be signing my paycheck…
Was I an idiot? Or had I just made the best
mistake of my life?
Gavin pulled me close, and I rested my head on his
chest, wondering what on earth I was thinking. But soon the slow rise and fall
of his breathing made my eyelids heavy, and my thoughts quiet.
I closed my eyes, and dreamed of him. Of making
love all over again and coming apart in his arms.
***
Gavin
As I lay there in the dark, I could still feel
Aolani’s fingernails raking down my back, feel the way her hot little pussy had
squeezed around me until I couldn’t take it any longer… the way she’d made my heart
ache when I looked into those deep eyes of hers and told her she was beautiful.
Her head was on my chest, that dark, silken hair
of hers spilled out over my pillow, her soft breasts pressed against me, and
all I wanted to do was run my hands over her again, to touch those curves that
so arrested me, to cup her face and let her know what she did to me every single
time I saw her.
But mixed with the ache inside of me, the part
that wanted to see her smile in the darkness as we made love again, our bodies
sliding over the sheets, was a stab of fear.
Of doubt.
I thought of the red-gold curls that had once lain
on my pillow.
Of green eyes staring out over the sea.
Of a tinkling laugh, and
of
the
claddagh
that sat in its box in my nightstand, where I’d kept it all these years.
Of the promise I’d made, whispered over the waves.
I’ll never love another, Fiona.
Never again.
Not like you, my girl.
I’d bought the ring before the ocean took her that
terrible summer night. I never even had a chance to ask her to be mine…
She couldn’t be forgotten so easily. She wouldn’t
be. I promised her that as I’d said my goodbyes, out over the water that she
loved.
Aolani murmured in her sleep, her full lips beckoning
me, asking me to kiss them, to run my fingers over them in the darkness.
But
I’d vowed then, and remembered the words I said as I lay
beside
her, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. I’d take other women into
my bed, but I’d never take another into my heart.
I couldn’t let myself fall in love with this woman.
It was as simple as that.
But as Aolani rolled off me, the sheet draping low
over her hips as she snuggled into the pillows, I wondered if it was as simple
as all that.
If it was simple at all.
***
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I rapped on the mahogany door at the end of the
executive wing, and tried to steady my breathing.
“Come in.”
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered, and entered the
office, trying to hold my chin high.
Mr. Drake looked up at me, his green eyes intense,
but the emotion behind them unreadable. Was he angry with me? Had I
embarassed
him somehow? I was so inexperienced, I was positive
it wasn’t good.
“Ms.
Willcox
, come
here.”
I smoothed my hands over my skirt and took a few
steps toward the chairs in front of his desk.
“Did I say you could sit there? Come here. To me.”
I paused, shifting uncomfortably on my feet.
“Are you deaf? I said come
here
.”
His sharp tone sent a shiver down my spine. I set
my jaw and walked around the desk until I was just inches away from him. He
spun in his chair toward me slowly and leaned back, a smirk playing over his
handsome face. For a long moment, he just looked me over, appraising me, then
staring into my eyes to see if I would look away, I suppose.
I didn’t.
“Take a seat here. On the desk.”
His voice was a low whisper, his eyes intense.
I hesitated the briefest of moments, but then a
little voice inside my head said
He’s
messing with you. He wants to see if you’re afraid.
I glared back at him. I
needed to show him he didn’t intimidate me, no matter how rich and powerful he
was.
I hopped up on the edge of his desk, and crossed
my bare legs demurely. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, stopping at my
hem line
, before moving up my body to my breasts, straining
beneath my blouse. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I felt so
vulnerable this close to him, especially when he looked at me like that.
“What do you know about me,
Isabeau
?”
He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay
still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle
notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a hint of leather.
“My apologies…
May I call you
Isabeau
?”
He smiled up at me, dazzling me for a moment.
“Of course.” My voice sounded high and breathy. I
gripped the edge of his desk, trying not to fidget.
“Good. What have you heard about me,
Isabeau
? What do you really know about me?”
What did he want me to say? That everyone said he
was an ogre?
Or that they all wanted to sleep with him
anyway?
“I…”
“Go on. You won’t hurt my feelings.”
He was still smiling, slight dimples visible in
both cheeks. The sight was
destracting
, to say the
least.
“I know that you’re the youngest CEO and partner
in the company’s history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your
way up after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch.”
“Everyone knows that. What do you
know
about me?
The
real stuff.
None of this press release bullshit.”
I looked down at my hands, anything not to have to
look up at his face so close to me.
“Um. People say… they say that you’re scary. And
that your assistants don’t last long.”
He laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill
up the office. I glanced up to see him smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the
desk a little. Maybe I wasn’t being fired after all.
“What else do they say?”
Oh, God. He
can’t possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he?
The look on his
face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me that I
wasn’t leaving this office until I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“They say. Um… They say that you’re very, uh, good
looking… and impossible to please.”
“Oh they do, do they?” He sat back, and tented his
fingers beneath his chin. “Well, do you agree with them? Do you think I’m
scary, handsome and woefully unsatisfied?”
My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it
with a snap.
“Yes. I mean,
no!
I mean, I don’t know…”
He stood, then, and leaned in close, towering over
me. “You were right the first time.”
Anxiety coursed through me, but I have to admit,
being this close to him, smelling his scent and feeling the heat radiating off
his body, it made me wonder what it would be like to be in his arms.
To be his.
To be owned by him…
