Authors: Lena Black
He’s erect on his knees, and I take advantage of his current predicament. I attack his toned torso with a determined tongue, stroking and licking
his abs, sucking and biting on his nipple. He moans out my name and rips the shirt away like tissue. Hunt’s peering out from smoldering emerald eyes.
I’m ready for him and all his kinky, depraved games. He stands up on the mattress, stri
ping off his black loose sweats. His erect manhood springs free in my face, greeting the new day. He kneels back down, scooping me up into him, and lays us on the bed. His shadowy eyes don’t break from mine as he pries open my legs using his and, with loving tenderness, enters me.
His mouth goes slack, and his eyes flutter closed. When he opens them again, they’re soft and light, gazing at me in the most adoring way. It isn’t Hunt. It’s Damian, and he’s not going to
fuck
me. He’s going to express amorously, how much he loves me.
His hips remain motionless as he presses
fanatical lips upon mine. He holds himself up on his elbows and cups his hands on the sides of my head while I tickle the length of his muscular back. His sweet, soft touch makes my heart swell and eyes burn from the tears struggling to escape.
With his mouth on mine, he commences a sluggish, sensual rotation of the hips. His agile thrusts send those familiar waves surging through my very being. His lips move away, and he focuses his lovely pools of green on me.
“My Gabrielle, my everything,” he whispers, voraciously running his fingers in my tangled hair. “I worship you with every thread of my shattered existence.”
I shut my eyes and let his words seep in and bury themselves inside my heart. He picks up speed slightly, his amorous rhythm makes me feel beautiful and cherished while bringing me toward toe-curling delight. His lips kiss and graze my cheek, my ear, tracing the rim, and I moan out.
He groans into my ear, sending shivers down south, causing me to unravel around him. I moan his name and clench shaky fingers to his lower back. My core tightens and pulsates around his hefty length. With one last gentle pump, he erupts inside me, breathing out, “
Gabrielle.”
It sounds as if he’s articulating everything he feels in that one word.
He eases his weight onto me and tucks an arm around my back to roll us over, allowing me to lie on his gleaming chest while I plummet back down to earth from an out of this world sexual high. I rise and fall with every long, harsh breath.
His solid manhood twitches in me
, causing low moans in my throat. “I love the way your body responds to me, feels against mine. I love all of you…I love you, Gabrielle.”
I freeze. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel my legs. I can only lie there frozen with terror, listening to him profess himself.
“I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, and every second since has been pure ecstasy and sheer torture. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know what it was I wanted to express. I knew I had strong urges and yearnings for you. It wasn’t until you threw me out of your life that I realized I was in love with you…”
My heart pounds as the overwhelming sense of euphoria fill
s me. This beautifully dominant man loves me. I’m drunk on it, and I can’t stop the words rising in my throat.
“I love you, Damian.”
He sighs a breath of relief, coming in for a long, passionate lip-lock, robbing me of any sense of self I possess. The only thing that truly exists is Hunt and his urgent lips on mine.
He moves them softly across my cheek, burying his head into my sweat-dampened strands. I nuzzle mine into the crook of his neck. He holds us there while we grasp the gravity of our words. After a few blissful moments, he speaks, “You’re the first person I’ve said that to since my parents.”
“What about your family? What about
her
?”
“No. I couldn’t. I’ve never felt deserving of anyone’s love, even yours, but
I’m desperate for it. I must know you feel the same overwhelming love and desire I possess for you.”
“I do. I’m just unsure of how to let you inside. It’s hard.”
“I know about closing yourself off…You bring things out in me I didn’t realize were there, like a heart and the ability to love. I love you so much, Gabrielle. It actually hurts. I need you like cancer needs a cure.”
I hold him closer, kissing his wide carved shoulder, and he whispers into my ear. “I’ll do whatever n
ecessary to ensure you’re mine, to protect what’s mine.”
I nuzzle into him, smelling the delicious sweet scent of his musky flesh, and let out a sigh.
“I couldn’t be more yours…Do you know why I was snotty with you that first night? It was because I was terrified of the feelings you evoked in me, of being consumed by you. I wasn’t prepared for you,” I reply as I run fingers along his peck.
“That’s why you didn’t call?”
“No. That’s why I was standoffish in the beginning.”
“I honestly thought you would call me that evening or the next day. Usually, women fall over themselves to grab my attention, do whatever I want of them, but you didn’t. I never give out my number. The first time I break that rule, the girl couldn’t seem to care less. You didn’t owe me call, but I was hurt, and the thought of never seeing you again scared the shit out of me. I was furious with myself for not finding out more about you.”
“I never had the intention of not calling you. Besides, it worked out.”
“What if you never walked into the conference room? I can’t imagine you not being a part of my life, of me. My
world begins and ends with you, Elle.” He digs his face into my hair and inhales sharply.
“I intended to call you, honestly. I didn’t want to appear needy. I wanted your respect.” I breathe out a harsh breath. “I’m happy you were the one sitting at the head of the table. Though, I wish my descent to the chair had been successful.”
He lightly chuckles.
“I thought it was the most
endearing sight I’d ever seen. Plus, it gave me a preview of those superb breasts and dirty-thought provoking thighs. I’ll never forget them adorned in lace top stockings and garters straps. I was ready to fuck you there on the floor in front of everyone. You lying there will remain indelibly ingrained in my mind.”
I squirm.
“Great, I’ll always be the girl who fell on her ass.”
He grips my chin and urges me to face him. “No, you will always be
the woman who captivated me.”
I smile
, not as embarrassed about my clumsiness.
“I could hold you like this for an eternity,” I breathe out, feeling complete and content in his protective embrace.
“That’s the plan, angel.” He sighs. “We should get up. I want to shower and take care of a few things before we head to the airport.”
“What happened to holding me forever?”
“I intend to, but it may not always be physically. I want to hold your heart and soul as well.” He grasps my hips and pulls me off him, leaving me with that depressing emptiness, a lonely, blank feeling deep inside. I despise it. I’m missing a piece of myself.
I roll onto the bed and tie up my robe.
“Prince Charming has nothing on you. You’re better than a fantasy. You’re real, and you’re mine,” I comment, staring at the man I cherish with everything I have.
He gazes at me with the same admiration, and as he climbs back on top, replies, “Princess, I’m going to give you the fairytale. You’re my chance at happily ever after.”
“Minus the talking rodents,” I tease, using his words from earlier.
He grins down at me, shaking his head. He plants a kiss on my lips and proceeds to make love to me again with tender need until the sun bids us a good morning.
Taking Flight
I
walk downstairs, fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a soft white robe, feeling overjoyed and satisfied after the most intimate experience of my life. I’m blissfully unaware of the strange gentleman reading the newspaper on the couch until he greets me.
“Good morning, Miss Gabrielle.”
I shriek and jump back, half expecting to locate Caleb sitting there. He’s tall and muscular with slicked back, chocolate hair, and gray eyes. He isn’t much older than Damian. He’s dressed immaculately in a black suit, white button up, and dress shoes. They’re polished to perfection, shining in the morning light. I notice the mess has been cleaned up and the table is missing.
“Good morning, mister…?”
“Liam Banks. I’m Mr. Hunt’s driver and bodyguard. I’m sorry I frightened you, not my intent.”
“At least I didn’t fall this time,” I mumble to myself.
“I’m sorry, miss? I don’t quite understand.”
“Nothing, I was talking to myse
lf. It’s nice to meet you, Liam. I’m Gabrielle Hyde, but you can call me Ellie if you like.”
“No, Miss Gabrielle is more appropriate. Mr. Hunt would prefer it.” I roll my eyes and walk over to shake his hand. He has a good grip and maintains eye contact. He’s as intense as Hunt. “If you need anything let me know,” he says with a pleasant smile.
“I will. Thank you. Can I make you a cup of coffee or something to eat?”
“I don’t want to put you out, miss…”
“Nonsense. Coffee?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He follows me into the kitchen, keeping a few paces farther back than necessary.
“Where’s Damian?”
I go about making him a cup of coffee from the already prepared batch.
“He had to take care of a few things. He’ll be back soon.”
He’s just as secretive.
“How long have you worked for him?”
“Three years.”
He stands poised, keeping his hands clasped in front of him. He looks like secret service and makes me uncomfortable acting so stiff, but I can tell he’s a kind man.
“Do you like it?
“There’s never a dull moment. Every day’s an experience.”
I’ve noticed that as well. I hear Damian’s voice calling to me from the living room.
“In the kitchen, slick!”
He strolls in with a big goofy grin. He doesn’t detect Liam at first. When he does, the grin’s wiped from his face like chalk off a blackboard.
He nods at him.
“Banks, could you put the luggage in the car?”
“Yes, of course, sir.”
“Thanks.”
Liam
pauses for a moment with a stunned look on his face, tips his head to the both of us, and exits swiftly. Damian’s grin returns as he snatches me up into his wonderful arms, pressing me to him. He plants a head-spinning oral caress on me, and I nearly swoon.
“Well, h
ello, Hunt,” I say, dazed and flirty.
“Hello, Hyde,” he replies with his huge smile lodged on his faint inducing face.
“You smell extraordinary, babe. If we didn’t need to get ready to leave, I would take you right here.”
“What makes you believe
I would allow you to take me so easily, Hunt?”
“Because, Hyde, you’re voracious like me.”
I get weak in the knees. I want him now.
“Maybe we can make a little time. I’ve never been fucked in a kitchen before. And I bet you could find all sorts of interesting items to do naughty things to me with.” I tap his nose with my finger. His mouth hangs open, eyes wide, reflecting shock. “Really? I still stun you?”
He recovers and replies with an angled brow, “It shouldn’t. You’re a dirty girl…I promise, we’ll do it when we come home. There just isn’t enough time right now.”
Now I’m the one with shock, p
ainted in bright pinks and reds across my face.
Did he mean a g
eneral home as in San Francisco or home as in here?
I don’t want to go into it and choose not to ask, but Hunt has other ideas.
“I want you to think of this place and me as home.”
Wow! Too much, too fast!
“Damian, please stop. I love you, but this is happening so suddenly, and I’m…” He places his finger on my lips, gently quieting the fears and me.
“My love for you has no sense of time. I understand it’s a lot to absorb, but I won’t be without you in my bed every night and my arms every morning. You don’t have to move in right away. I wanted to bring it up to find out what you thought about it. I can wait, but I won’t spend a night from you, so I’ll stay at your place some nights.”
This guy goes from zero to a hundred in an instant. He isn’t holding his love back from me, and I want to do the same for him.
“You are home to me, Damian. I thought you knew that. I thought we express it perfectly to one another…I’ll consider your request. As far as spending every ni
ght together, it sounds amazing, but it may not always be possible.”
“I’m pleased you’ll mull it over, but if you believe I
would spend a night without you next to me, you don’t know me at all. I’ll make it possible for us to sleep together nightly, even if it means you accompany me on my trips. I can’t spend even one day without you. It makes me anxious to think about it.”
His possessiven
ess is arousing and scary, but arousing takes the forefront.
“Can we talk later? You need to shower, and I’ll make us breakfast.”
“We’ll eat on the plane. I won’t be long. You should dry your hair and get dressed.”
He kisses me again,
entwines his fingers with mine, and leads us out the kitchen. He looks back occasionally with a shy smirk and adoring gaze.
How the hell
did I find a guy this amazing, who loves me with everything he has?
I shrug my shoulders at myself when he isn’t looking. I follo
w him into the bathroom to blow-dry my hair and watch the glorious show. He strips out of his jeans, gray T-shirt, and black converse.
“Take a peek in the drawers at the far end of the counter.”
I walk to the end of the white marble, double sink counter and open the drawers, finding my beauty products and accessories neatly assorted. There’s make-up in my favorite brands and shades, plus expensive brands of make-up and hair products I don’t know. He probably had an assistant purchase it along with the clothes. I stare at him through the mirror.
“How did you know what to get me?”
“I saw them at your place when I spent the night. Others I picked based on what I thought you would like or work best. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to be sure you have everything you may need…Your feminine necessities are in the bottom drawer.”
My eyes pop open and freeze on his.
Did he really?
I crouch down and peek in the drawer. Just as he said there would be, the products for my monthly are tidily stocked and ready for me
.
Damn, does this guy th
ink of everything? When he said he wants to provide me with anything I need; I didn’t know it would get this detailed.
“Did you do this for your girls?” It spills out before I can catch it.
He’s rinsing down in the shower with a stunned expression on his face.
“They weren’t my girls, you are. No, I didn’t do this for them, only yo
u. They picked their own things and, as long as I approved, I paid. Everything I acquire for you is to please, not control. Are you pleased?”
I stare at his concerned face, unsure if he actually overstepped a boundary. He hasn’t, and I let it go. “Yes, I’m pleased, Damian. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“I want you to ask anything you like, Gabrielle. I’ll answer to the best of my ability. I want your trust.”
I walk over to the shower, close my eyes, and press my puckered mouth onto the cool, misty glass. My plump lips spread as I kiss him through it. When I raise my lids, I discover him standing in front of me, running his fingers over the glass, tracing my lips, gazing at me with admiration and lust.
I move away from the shower and reply, “I do trust you…I’m curious about something. Why haven’t you asked me about
him?
I thought you had questions.”
“Several, but now’s not the time. I’m enjoying being with you
, and I don’t want to ruin it with talk of that fucker.”
I
located a hairbrush and blow dryer, making quick work of my hair and fastening it into a low, loose side ponytail. I brush my teeth and apply make-up, then head in the bedroom.
Damian said it was beautiful out, so I decide on a cream, long-sleeved
, sweater dress with a V-neckline and black calf boots. I grab a black, leather designer bag, avoiding the labels and tags. I can’t bring myself to look because I feel uncomfortable with the extravagance of his spending.
I walk out of ‘our’ bedroom and head to Hunt’s office to find him banging away on his laptop and talking to someone on the phone with the skyline displayed perfectly behind him.
Whomever he’s talking to, it isn’t business, but he still seems a little cold. His shield’s firmly in place. He’s telling them about the trip and mentions he would be attending the party with a plus one. He yanks the receiver from his ear and transfers the call to speakerphone.
Giggling and shrieking blares throughout the room.
“Who’s the girl?” A youthful female voice comes through the speaker.
“She’s a woman, not a girl. We’re together, and I want to introduce her to the family,” Damian replies dryly, guarded.
He spots me watching curiously from the doorway and gestures for me to join him with a few sexy crooks of his forefinger.
A second young female voice chimes in, “Ian, that’s marvelous. I was starting to wonder if you would ever find someone. She’s quite a woman to snag your attention.”
The first girl asks, “Is she the one you were going on about? I like her. She stands her ground. Did you get a chance to explain your rude behavior and apologize?”
Hunt rubs his temples with his eyes clamped shut and lips pursed as the twenty-something females attack him with an outpour of questions and comments. I realize there’s something oddly familiar about their voices, but I shake it off as the phone can alter people’s voices a bit.
Then as if she senses his stress, a calm paternal voice, come
s onto the phone. I assume his mother. “I think Damian needs a break, girls. Let him be. You can interrogate him another time.”
The two girls sigh out, “Fine,” Then the younger of the two says, “I’ll just ask her
all
about it at the party.”
Damian’s eyes explode open, and his face turns scarlet from what I can only figure to be embarrassment. His eyes glue to me as I stifle a giggle.
“I really should go. I don’t want to miss my flight. I’ll talk to you soon,” Hunt says quickly, attempting to push them off the phone. They wish him a safe trip and tell him they love him, to which he replies, “Yes, I will. Me, too. Bye.”
He hangs up the call and slouches into his chair, head hanging down with his hands around the back of his neck, rubbing and kneading out the knots. I walk over to him and st
and at the back of his chair, removing his hands, and begin massaging his shoulders and neck. He lets out a pleased moan, head sagging forward.
“I thought they were very sweet…Mom and Sisters?”
He looks back at me warily. “Yes, my adoptive mother, and my sisters, Aubrey and Keira. They can be a bit much sometimes.”
I roll my eyes. “I have no idea what that’s like,” I giggle.
He grabs my right hand and pulls me around onto his lap, cradling me there. “You look like an angel. I wanted to tell you when I spotted you, but that would’ve blown your cover.”
I blush and bite the corner of my mouth. I kiss him on the cheek and rise off his lap. “Thanks, slick.”
He stands up, and I notice his travel clothes. A white button up open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and tan linen slacks with black converse. He’s a force of a man and so delicious, I want to worship at his feet. “You look absolutely delectable. I want to ravish you here on your desk.”
“You’re voraci
ous, Elle.”
He saunters over to me, and I reply, “My desire for you will never cease. I’ll always want more.”
He drags me into him and kisses me until I’m dizzy and reeling.
“I have no idea what that’s like,” he repeats in a cocky, playful tone as his lips graze and pet mine.
“Mature. You act like a teenager sometimes, in more ways than one.”
He leans into my ear
, and his warm, silky breath brushes it. “I feel like one. You make me feel like a horny, inexperienced, hormone raging teenager. I would’ve liked to meet you when we were young, you at the sweet age of sixteen. If we could have been kids together, I would’ve carried your backpack home for you, followed you like a pathetic puppy waiting for you to grace me with a glance or tender word.”