Taming Eric (13 page)

His cock hardened as he watched and felt her reaction to his touch, groaning to himself when she pressed back against him. Damn but he wanted her again but he couldn’t. Reluctantly he put a gap between their bodies. “No Natasha this is for you only.” He said softly, working his fingers faster over her clit, delving into her wet pussy and back again while his other hand continued to caress her br
easts.

He felt her tense, her breath catch and he knew she was close. “Come for me sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, tugging on her nipples and plunging three fingers deep inside her while his thumb grazed over her swollen
clit.

She cried out, her hips bucking and he felt her muscles close around his fingers, tremors racking her body, her breathing choppy. He kept his fingers buried inside her while she clenched and fluttered around them, her juices flowing over his hand. Fuck but she was beautiful. He was never going to have enough of her, he was never going to stop wanting her. He loved her, fuck it scared the crap out of him, but he couldn’t fool himself anymore, although his monumental mistake of forgetting a condom had shaken him up because loving her didn’t mean he wanted to be a f
ather.

Once Natasha’s tremors had eased and her breathing returned almost to normal, he removed his fingers from her pussy and trailed them over her lips, watching as he tongue came out sweeping over the full curve of them, licking up her own juices. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing to watch her. He then slipped his fingers in his own mouth and licked them clean, not breaking eye contact with her as he d
id so.

Finally he pulled her into his arms, his lips closing over hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth to deepen the kiss. He felt Natasha respond but he removed his lips from hers before it got out of hand. “You said you wanted to have a shower. Alone or can I come in
too?”

“It depends. What are we doing for dinner?” She
asked.

He grinned at her. “Well, if someone had been here when I got back, she would already know I have dinner waiting in the fr
idge.”

“So what is for di
nner?”

Eric couldn’t help himself, he smirked at her because he just knew she’d be happy when she learned what he’d ordered. “Just some cold seafood, cheeses, dips, biscuits. Do you think that will be en
ough?”

He grinned when she stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, I guess it’s going to have to do isn’
t it?”

Eric laughed when she threw him a pretend sulky expression. God she was so fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t help himself and dropped a swift kiss on her lips. “So smart arse, one shower or
two?”

“You can come in too if you must but I need time after the shower alone. I have a surprise for
you.”

Another surprise? He wasn’t sure his heart was up to too many of her kinds of surprises. He cocked his head in the direction of the bags that she’d dropped near the door to their suite. “I’m guessing the surprise has something to do with what’s in that bag? That’s also where these incredibly sexy panties came from?” He slipped his hand up under her dress cupping her mound through the tiny scrap of fabric that was only just doing the job of keeping her d
ecent.

She blushed at his words and nodded. “That would be the one.” Her smile was a little nervous and Eric wondered why. What did she have in the bags that she might worry he wouldn’t like? If the panties were any indication he was sure he was going to love whatever she came out
with.

He pulled her into his arms, cupping her gorgeous ass in his hands, until he could grind himself against her, his cock hard and ready for her again. “If whatever you have in that bag can cause more of a response than this, then I’m in trouble.” He knew he was already in trouble when it came to this woman for so many reasons. She had the power to break him and he wasn’t sure he could recover from that. She had the power to drive him crazy, make him laugh and given he didn’t know if he’d managed to foolishly impregnate her, she had the power to destro
y him.

Releasing her, he headed off to get the shower running. Once he had the temperature right he stepped under the warm spray, soaping his chest while his mind raced with the events of the afternoon. He turned, opening his eyes and Natasha stood there in one of the hotel’s robes watching him. As he watched, she pushed the robe off her shoulders where it fell to the
floor.

He froze, the warm water cascading down over him, his cock already semi erect, his eyes following her movements as she turned her back on him and bent down giving him a view to make a man weep and he almost did too at the sight of her ass and the flash of pink between her legs as she picked up her robe to hang it up. It was all it took to get him from semi erect to hard as an iron bar. Damn her. She was a prick tease. She knew exactly what she was doing and torturing him seemed high on her a
genda.

Unable to control himself, he wrapped his fingers around his straining cock and began to tug on it. When Natasha turned towards him, her eyes widened when she saw him jerking off while he watche
d her.

He reached out to open the shower door for her and she stepped inside. Eric pulled her into his arms, his cock sandwiched between them and he dropped his head to kiss her, all the passion surging through him exploding in his
kiss.

He groaned when Natasha reached down, curling her fingers around his cock and began to work him in and out of her grasp. Fuck but he hoped she wasn’t doing this unless she intended to see it through to the obvious conclusion because he couldn’t handle the thought of being left high and dry and having to deal with the hard on from hell during d
inner.

His fingers dug into her hips hanging onto her like a life line and he thrust into her hand, unable to help himself as she continued to slide her fingers up and down the length of him, brushing her thumb over his engorged
head.

Suddenly she released him and he groaned. Fuck it, but she couldn’t do this to him. He was going to have to finish himself off at this rate. “Baby what are you trying to do to me?” He ground out through gritted teeth but when she gave him that bloody Mona Lisa smile of hers and dropped to her knees before him, the best he could do was whisper. “Oh
hell.”

He let out a grunt when her soft lips closed around his cock and he looked down to watch himself disappearing deeper into her warm mouth. Eric pushed deeper and he felt Natasha open her mouth wider to take him as deep as she could. She cupped his balls in one hand and he groaned as he started to lose control and pre cum welled out of his cock which she licked
away.

His hands tunnelled through her hair, holding her as his hips jerked, thrusting him forward until he brushed the back of her throat briefly. His head went back, eyes closed and teeth clenched as he gave himself over to the sweet pleasure and torture that Natasha’s mouth was drawing fro
m him.

Finally he couldn’t hold on any longer and he shouted out her name as he exploded into her, surging forward until he was coating the back of her throat with his warm release. One small part of his brain told him to ease off before he either choked her or made her gag, but he couldn’t seem to rein himse
lf in.

Natasha didn’t appear to be having a problem though as he felt her sucking and swallowing until the last drop spilled from him. She stood, her arms going around him and he held her while he shuddered and trembled through the aftershocks of his c
limax.

When he could finally breathe without feeling like a dying man struggling to draw his last breath his eyes opened to study her. “Damn Natasha, you’re fucking amazing what you can do with that sexy mouth of y
ours.”

She merely gave him that Mona Lisa smile again and picked up the soap, washing her body down as she looked at him. She washed her hair and took her time, while he leaned against the cold tiles watchin
g her.

As soon as she’d finished, he gave himself the fastest wash he could and turned off the taps before they stepped out of the s
hower.

They both dried themselves, Natasha wrapping another towel around her wet hair. He dried off, put on some aftershave and pulled his jeans back on again, before he headed for the door to go and organise dinner while she did whatever the hell it was that she was going to do that was going to torture him for the rest of the evening. “Be gentle. I’m not sure my heart can take much more excitement for one day.” He gave her a crooked grin before he left her alone and made his way to the ki
tchen.

He grabbed himself a glass of water and stood holding up the kitchen bench for a while as he drank, his mind turning over with all his conflicting thoughts for Na
tasha.

Placing his glass down in the sink he headed back to the bedroom to put a shirt on and noticed her standing apparently deep in thought. “Are you going to stand there all night are you?” He asked before dropping his eyes to where her hands rested on her flat stomach. Damn, she was obviously worried about whether she was pregnant o
r not.

“If you’re pregnant, we’ll deal with it, this doesn’t have to ruin either of our lives.” He tried again to reassur
e her.

“I know.” Her voice was so low he had to strain to hear her. “I don’t want to talk about it please. Give me a few minutes will you Eric? I’ll be ready to come and eat soon.” She turned away and began to brush her
hair.

He watched her for a few moments wondering if she really was ok because something about her behaviour told him she was far from it. Still there was no point discussing it now. She’d asked for time alone and he would give it to her, so with one final glance in her direction, he walked quietly from the
room.

CHAPTER 7

Eric was in the fridge getting out the food for dinner when Natasha walked into the room. Arming himself with several covered plates, he straightened, placing the plates on the bench and turned to her. Slowly his eyes moved up and down the length of her, finally stopping at her emerald green feather covered slip on heels. One eyebrow shot up and he grinned. “Am I right in assuming that those shoes are a preview of what’s underneath?” She nodded at him. “So why can’t I see what’s undern
eath?”

“Now that would be cheating. We’re about to have dinner. I can’t sit here in what I have on underneath my robe, it’s not appropriate dining attire.” She pulled the neckline of her robe tighter to make sure he couldn’t see anything of what she was wearing under
neath.

The thing was, he wanted to know, curiosity got the better of him and he walked towards her. Something of his intent must have been showing on his face because Natasha started backing up, her hands held up to ward him off. “No Eric, go away. You have to wait, just show some patience
, ok?”

That wasn’t enough to stop him though and he kept coming until he was standing mere inches from her. He bent forward, covering her lips with his, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping it gently. While he had her attention nibbling her lip, he put out a hand, one finger pulling at the neckline of her robe. Quickly he glanced down trying to catch a glimpse but she put a hand over his, halting his progress. “Eric, stop it, I told you no, you have to wait.” Her tone was scolding as was the look in her
eyes.

Obviously he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. She was going to torture him until after they’d eaten. He held his hands up in surrender. “Ok, you win, I’ll wait. Come on lets eat then.” He turned and headed back to the kitchen, picking up the plates and carrying them to the dining table. Natasha helped him carry the rest and he got plates, cutlery and a bottle of wine and glasses for
them.

Eric pulled out a chair for her and when she’d sat down, he dropped a kiss on her head before slipping a hand down the front of her robe. Dammit but he wanted to see what she was wearing even if it meant he’d end up sporting another ha
rd on.

“Eric.” She shrieked at him and slapped his hand
away.

He grinned. “Well you can’t blame a man for trying baby.” He said as he sat down at the table. He opened the bottle of wine and poured them both a glass. All the time he was conscious of her eyes o
n him.

“Let me guess, you were spoilt as a child right? You got everything, whatever Eric wanted, Eric got.” She t
eased.

His grinned faded abruptly at her words and he tensed up. These were the kind of questions he dreaded. He couldn’t tell her the truth about himself so he had a specially prepared childhood that he spouted out whenever he had to. Very few people knew his real past, only two people and he sure as hell wasn’t about to make Natasha person number three. She’d run off if she knew what he really was. He was bad. He knew he was bad because no one had ever wanted him or loved him and his Mother used to tell him that the numerous men who came and went in their lives didn’t stay because he was too bad for them to want hi
m too.

Eric looked over at Natasha who was watching him, waiting for him to say something and fuck but he couldn’t sit there dumbstruck, he had to say something. “Actually no. We had no money. My Father passed away when I was very young. I don’t even remember him and my Mother raised me alone. She had to work two jobs to support me and she couldn’t afford to get me whatever I wanted. I never even had new clothes, they were always second
hand.”

“That’s so sad. I had no idea. I just assumed given your wealth now that you’d come from money.” He tensed slightly when she covered his hand with
hers.

“Don’t feel sorry for me Natasha.” His voice was harsher than he’d intended. “My Mother did the best she could, but it was hard, but I know she loved me. We might not have had money and often went hungry, but she never made me feel anything but loved.” She just didn’t love him enough to be happy with only him. His mind drifted back to those times that had brought him so much
pain.

Natasha’s voice penetrated his thoughts. “Is your Mother still a
live?”

“No, she passed away from bowel cancer two years ago but at least I was able to give her a good life in the end, the lifestyle she should have had. When I made my first million, I bought her a home, a car, all the clothes she could ever want. She had many years of happiness, but I couldn’t help her in the end, my money wasn’t enough to save her.” It was true too. Finally after years of feeling like he wasn’t good enough he’d had the chance to give his Mother the lifestyle she’d craved so desperately and he’d felt like they’d grown closer, that finally she might love him enough, that finally she was proud of him but then the cancer struck and slowly he’d watched her fade away, his money and position not enough to sav
e her.

He shook his head to clear the painful memories and turned to her. “Come on, lets eat.” He started uncovering all the plates which effectively distracted Natasha as her eyes fell on the assortment of mouth watering food he was unve
iling.

Once it was all revealed her eyes widened. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed and Eric grinned at her rea
ction.

“Don’t just sit there looking at it Natasha,
eat.”

Her wide eyed awe as she stared at the prawns, oysters, lobster, cheeses, sauces and biscuits amused him. She was like a child on Christmas morning staring at the gifts under the tree. Finally she turned to him. “Yeah, but where to start? Where did you get all
this?”

“From the restaurant here. Come on eat, you’re going to need your strength.” He grinned at her, his eyes gleaming wic
kedly.

Natasha’s expression turned coy. “Oh, strength for
what?”

He raised one eyebrow at her. “Oh you know damned well what for.” He waited for her to fill her plate and start eating but she just sat there watching him. He sighed noisily. “Do I have to force feed you?” He picked up a large plump prawn and held it to her lips. She lunged, biting down on it, pulling it from his fingers before seriously starting to eat it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned. A long, throaty sounding moan and Eric felt his cock
stir.

“Oh my god, it’s so good.” She purred, sweeping her tongue over her lips to clean up the juices and Eric fought down the sudden urge to throw her over the table and have his way wit
h her.

“You’re going to kill me if you eat your entire meal like that, you know that don’t you?” He said and she gave him that Mona Lisa smile and began to load her plate with
food.

After watching her for a few moments, Eric piled up his plate with food too and they both settled in to eat, neither talking while they enjoyed their
meal.

Natasha emptied her plate before reaching for more lobster and she paused as Eric tipped an oyster from the shell down his throat. “So how did you start Rothman Enterprises? How did you get the money to start it in the first place?” She
asked.

Now this was a question he could answer honestly. No need to cover anything up from her when it came to how he’d started his company. “My Mother came by a small inheritance that she put into getting me through University. I studied Economics amongst other things, so I could have a few options up my sleeve. I managed to save a bit of money from working three jobs and decided to try my hand at the stock market and found out by sheer chance, it’s something I’m good at.” He popped another prawn into his mouth, chewing it slowly. It was surprising looking back on it that his Mother had been generous enough to put that small inheritance towards something for him and not just keep it for herself. Maybe she had the good sense to realise, if he did well and got a good paying job, then she would benefit. It worked, he did do well and she’d got her home, clothes, car, all those things that were important t
o her.

Dragging himself out of thoughts of the past, he looked back over at Natasha and continued. “From there I bought my first home, it needed a bit of renovating, but I worked on it until it was done.” He grinned at her. “Yes, I can actually do manual work, fix things, I’m kind of handy like that. I sold it, made a nice profit on it, bought another home that needed work and started making more and more money on the stock market until I could buy several homes and so it started from there. Eventually I’d made enough from renovating and flipping houses and a few more successful investments, a whole lot of luck and finally I bought my first busi
ness.”

Her expression when she looked at him was full of admiration. “Wow, I had no
idea.”

He shrugged. “I was lucky too Natasha. I bought businesses that were failing and turned them around and the rest as they say is history.” He plucked another prawn off his plate and ate it. “Guess you could say I’m a bit like him in Pretty W
oman.”

Natasha laughed. “So does that make me Julia Rob
erts?”

Eric laughed. “Well, you’re not exactly a hooker sweetheart, but you are keeping the millionaire entertained in his hotel, but there’s one major difference between you and Julia Rob
erts.”

“What’s
that?”

“You are much more beautiful than Julia is.” She was too. She was stunning in comparison. He reached over to take her hand, raising it until he could press his lips against her palm, brushing the tip of his tongue over her soft flesh and he felt a tiny shiver run throug
h her.

Damn, but he wanted her again. He wanted her out of her robe so he could feast his eyes on whatever she was wearing beneath it. He had to be patient though and let her eat. Reluctantly he released her hand and went back to eating his
meal.

For the rest of their dinner, they remained silent. Once they’d finished eating he took the leftover food and put it back in the fridge while Natasha cleaned up their plates and stacked them in the
sink.

He moved over to the lounge and flopped down on it watching as Natasha poured them both another glass of wine and carried them over to him. He moved his legs so she could sit down, picking up a remote and after hitting one of the buttons, soft music filled the
room.

They both sat sipping their wine for a couple of minutes until he placed his glass down on a small table by the lounge and turned to her. “So how much longer are you going to make me wait? I think I’ve been very patient, so when do I get to unwrap my present?” His hungry gaze devoure
d her.

She put her wine glass down too. “Well I don’t know Mr Rothman. Have you been a good boy today.” She la
ughed.

Eric nodded enthusiastically. Hell yes, he’d been good. He’d let her eat without tearing her robe from her body and spreading her out on the table hadn’t he? Ok, his thoughts now were far from fucking good, but she didn’t know
that.

“If you give me a few minutes, I’ll go get ready for my grand entrance, so to speak.” She stood up ready to leave but he reached out, snagging her around the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She squealed and he nuzzled into her neck, biting her g
ently.

He moved a hand between her legs and slowly worked his way up but she slapped it away again. “Stop it Eric.” She chastised him and scrambled off his lap
again.

Reluctantly he let her go. “Don’t be long.” He warned, watching as she hurried from the room, turning back at the doorway, catching him in the act of looking at her. She turned away from him again and disappeared from
view.

While she was gone doing whatever the hell it was she was doing, he lay down on the lounge again, closing his
eyes.

He felt Natasha’s presence before he heard her, her scent filling his nostrils as he lay sprawled on the lounge. He kept his eyes shut as he felt her bend towards him, obviously checking to see if he was
awake.

Finally he couldn’t help himself and his arm snaked out grabbing her around the waist, pulling her down onto him. She squealed as she tumbled onto his chest and her auburn curls spread over him. He pushed her back onto her feet, following her up, where he held her at arm’s length so he could take in every gorgeous, sexy inch of her. Fuck but she was stunning and his cock thought so too as he stared at her, the vision that she was, the sheer beauty of her and he became painfully erect as his eyes travelled down the length o
f her.

She was wearing some emerald green little number with a plunging neckline which showed off those beautiful breasts of hers to perfection. It was short too, bloody short and damned if he didn’t just want to throw her down and fuck her sens
eless.

Obviously his mounting desire was affecting her too as her nipples hardened and pushed against the satiny fabric of the negligee she
wore.

When he got to her feet in those feathery heels, he couldn’t help grinning. Yep, she’d gone all out to look sexy for him and it sure as hell was working for her. His poor cock was being half strangled in his jeans as it strained against his fly, desperate for release from the confines of the
denim.

“You look stunning.” He said, placing a hand on her stomach before sliding it down until his fingers had dipped below the waistband of a pair of matching satin panties she wore. He began to circle her soft skin slowly, gradually moving his fingers down lower and lower until he could slide his hand between her legs and brush against her pussy. “Damn you’re already so wet.” He whispered, feeling his cock jerk in response to the evidence of her arousal. He rubbed his fingers over her clit before plunging them into her soaked entrance and he felt her start to shake. “God sweetheart, you’re so responsive.” He gr
oaned.