Come Together (33 page)

The room was bright and loud, and I was slipping into his scent . . . . And then he withdrew before he’d even entered. He wiped his fingers down the inside of my thigh. His head tilted, and he kissed me seconds before I heard Gretchen’s voice.

“Look at you two,” she said. “So cute. Can’t keep your hands off each other.”

I laughed into his mouth, and he gave me a quick peck before returning to his position across the table.

“Brian e-mailed back,” David said. “Says this weekend’s a go. Have you heard from Greg?”

“Yep. He’s in.”

When the waiter dropped off the check, I snatched it immediately. “This is my treat.”

“I’ve got it,” David said, holding out his hand.

I grabbed my purse and ran away before David knew what was happening. I paid the waiter in cash and returned slowly to the table, smoothing my hands over my skirt as David sat rigid in his chair.

“Thanks,” Gretchen said nervously.

“No problem,” I responded, unsuccessfully avoiding David’s glare. “But I’m expecting one of you to put out.”

~

I was bent at the hip, my hands wrapped around my ankles. This was the position David wanted me in. After enlisting a couple bellhops to carry up my boxes, he’d left to return the rental car. On his way home, he’d texted me how he wanted to find me, and it was like this: my ass in the air, my hands at my ankles. I was dripping with anticipation, and I’d nearly bitten off my bottom lip by the time he’d come home.

Now, I looked anxiously through my legs at the bedroom door. I was positioned at the end of the bed, but I doubted we’d even make it there. I heard him toss his keys onto the table in the foyer and make his way to the bedroom. He entered and disappeared right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.

“Yes,” I said impatiently.

“I’m coming.”

“David,” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”

I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”

“No,” I squealed. “I want you to touch me.”

He exited the closet, taking his sweet time even though I was about to burst with desire. His feet were bare, but he was still in his suit pants. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day. I listened as he removed his watch, set it on the nightstand and came toward me. “Did you buy this earlier?”

“Yes.” I was wearing a tea rose pink satin bustier trimmed in black lace paired with a matching black lace thong.

He came up right behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “You told me you didn’t buy underwear today.”

“I lied,” I said through a smile.

He gasped. “You lied? What did I tell you about that?” As soon as the question left his mouth, his open palm landed on my ass cheek.

I groaned. “Honesty policy.”

“If I were a more patient man, I’d tie you to this bed as punishment.”

“You would?” I breathed.

“Instead, you hold onto your ankles like your life depends on it.”

“Okay,” I said. I was already doing that, taking my intense need out on them with an iron grip.

He slid my thong down over my ass so it fell to my ankles. “No,” he said when I tried to step out of it. With his foot, he nudged my legs apart as far as the underwear would allow. “All day I’ve been picturing you sprawled out on my desk, letting me have whatever I want.”

“I want you to have it all,” I said.

“All?” he asked.

“Everything. Take what you want.”

He took my ass cheek in one hand and massaged it, spreading me open as I heard his zipper. From between my legs, I watched his pants fall. My breathing was heavy, my grip tight, my vision blurry because he wasn’t even inside me and I could feel it already.

His fingers skimmed over my wet slit. “You have such a sweet ass,” he said. “Have I ever told you that?”

I whimpered softly and froze when I felt pressure on my anus. “David,” I breathed, a soft objection.

His finger, wet with my own juices, continued sliding over me tentatively. The pressure subsided, and I felt equally relieved and disappointed.

Tension returned when I heard him spit in his hand. His finger was back between my cheeks suddenly, teasing me with soft, measured circles. With his finger pressed against my anus, he pushed his cock into me, and I inhaled sharply.

“Made for me, baby,” he grated.

“Do it,” I exhaled.

He folded over my back, pushing so deeply that I thought I might rip apart at the seams. “You want it?”

“Yes, do it.”

“I’ll get lube.”

“No,” I bit out, dizzy with aching. “Just do it now.”

He straightened up, and his finger immediately began to ring my asshole, which quivered at the new sensation. His other hand held my hips in place as his cock pulsed into me, gently at first and then faster.

“Hold on to the bed,” he instructed, so I let my ankles go and braced myself against the frame.

His plunges were deep but steady as he slipped the tip of his finger inside. It was wet, but not slick, so it throbbed slightly. But I wanted to do it for him, so I fisted my hands and said, “More.”

He grunted, and his finger went deeper. My face flushed; I exhaled loudly. He held it there for a moment and then pushed all the way in, burning painful and sweet. He kept it there as his thrusting increased and suddenly he was pounding against me inhumanly hard like he’d promised. I pushed off the bed to meet him; his one finger all the way up my ass and the other hand pulling my hips into each thrust.

Without warning or slowing down, he pushed a second finger in, and I suppressed a cry. My eyes watered as my insides molded around him. I was full, overwhelmingly full, and tempted to push his hand away, but I bit down on my lip instead.

I closed my eyes and focused on his animal growls and on the feeling of his perfect cock driving in and out. My underwear seared against my ankles, chafing as I tried to spread my legs further to ease the sting.

“Oh, God,” I moaned to myself. I was in another world, feeling him as deep as I could get him. I accepted him into my body, the only way I ever wanted him.

“Fuck,” he bit out, crushing my hip with his hand as he drove into me. “You’re wrapped so goddamn tight around me.” I yelped when he twisted his fingers in me, and he stilled instantly.

“Don’t stop,” I begged and found my bottom lip with my teeth again.

He picked up his pace quickly, shoving me into the bed with each thrust. “That’s it, baby, come hard with two fingers in your ass.”

A cry tore from my throat as I exploded with a forceful and sudden orgasm. It was so powerful that my insides cramped and then released and it was over before I knew it and he had withdrawn from me completely so I sank down to the floor, still clutching the lip of the bed. I broke into a cold sweat and set my forehead against the frame. My heart pounded everywhere: in my ears, against my ribcage, between my legs. I had no idea if David had even come.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down next to me. “Are you all right?”

I nodded against the bed but didn’t respond. He placed his hand over mine and removed it from the bed. He took my chin so I was forced to look at him. “Are you?” he asked earnestly.

I nodded again, and after a moment, he kissed me.

“Jesus,” he said drawing back and touching his lip. “You’re bleeding.” He pulled at my lower lip. “You broke the skin. Were you in pain?”

I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know,” I said. “It felt good too.”

“Damn it, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard me.

My chest heaved as I searched his face. Was he mad? Why was he cursing at me?

“I have to know if I’m hurting you, or else how can I trust you when we’re having sex?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I think it felt good. I came hard,” I said and blinked at him.

He sat all the way on the floor, his back against the bedframe. “Shit. Are you in pain now?”

I shook my head, because I was still riding the bliss of my seriously intense orgasm. “Did you finish?” I asked.

He just stared at me, so I looked down and found my answer. He was hard, swollen and wet from being inside of me. I turned around and climbed astride his lap with my back to him.

“Olivia,” he protested. “You don’t have to – ” He stopped as I took him in my hand and greedily devoured him in one plunge.

I sat motionless, savoring the sensation of his thick, pulsing cock stretching me. I didn’t think I could come again, my body was wrecked, but he felt
so fucking good.
His hands parted my hair and pushed it over my shoulders, so it hung around my face. He kissed my spine softly. He began to undo each hook of the pink corset slowly and once it hung open, he slid his hands underneath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his hands over my skin. He reached around and grasped my breasts while moaning against my back. “I love you,” he whispered.

Goose bumps ignited over me as his lips brushed my shoulder. His arms clutched my back to his front, rocking me slowly onto him. I turned my head so he kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips. “I love you too,” I rasped. He loosened his grip on me, and I lifted to turn around and face him. He held himself as I leisurely sank onto him again. With my hands in his hair, I said, “That’s better.”

He put one hand on my face and smoothed the other over my hairline before kissing me slowly. Urgency flowed from him to me, and our hips began their own dance. He touched me, circling his fingers over my clit.

“I can’t,” I protested. “This is for you.”

“You can,” he said, moving his fingers faster.

“David,” I whimpered.

“God, I fucking love being inside of you. I own you like this,” he said quietly. “When I’m buried in you this way, you have nowhere to go, no way to escape. You’re finally mine.”

He kissed me heatedly during the slow, rippling orgasm that his fingers and his erotic words sparked. It started between my thighs as if his hand there had ignited the fire now blazing through my veins. I gasped, but he held me still, forcing me to breathe into him as I threatened to float away.

We continued rocking into each other; his hand moved into my hair, and he pulled it when he came. It felt like a promise of forever, him fisting my hair and coming, holding me so close to him with an arm around my back the whole time and for moments after.

His face fell into my neck, and his shoulders swelled with deep breaths. “Are you okay really?” he asked.

“It was intense,” I whispered. “Good intense. But I don’t think I want try anal very soon.”

His arms relaxed around me, but he remained serious. “You have to tell me if it’s too much. Promise?”

I nodded.

In bed, he lay on his back, and I draped one arm across his chest.

“I like you in lingerie,” he whispered into my hair.

“Thanks,” I murmured back, tightening my embrace. I ran my foot along his leg wondering how I’d always despised cuddling. “Did you get everything done at work today?”

“Not really. It’s never-ending.”

“You work so hard.”

“For you, I’ve tried to cut back.”

“It’s okay. I like that you’re passionate.”

“I want to see you that way too,” he responded.

I smiled against his chest. “I see you have a new receptionist.”

“New receptionist and new problems.”

“How come?”

“The old receptionist is threatening wrongful termination. Clare claims Arnaud came on to her several times, and she turned him down.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “But that’s not why you fired her.”

“I know. She called to let me know she’s getting a lawyer. She’s prepared to say she was fired because she wouldn’t sleep with Arnaud and that she’d throw me in there too.”

“You?” I asked.

“She’s a fucking skank. Arnaud hired her, not me. I never touched her. But it’d be my word against hers, and I don’t exactly have a squeaky clean record.”

“What a bitch,” I bit out.

He glanced down at me and started laughing.

“What does she want from you?” I asked.

“To save face, I guess. And money, I’m sure. Fortunately, Arnaud isn’t stupid enough to fuck with that.”

I paused. “You don’t believe Arnaud came on to her?”

“Arnaud and I have done business together for a long time. We would never have gotten this far without being honest with one another. He knows I would never allow that shit in my office. Too risky. I asked though, he says he didn’t.”

I was quiet as I looked at him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

David’s work was his life, and Arnaud was a part of his team. But Arnaud was a pig, I could tell. Still, I proceeded cautiously. “Don’t disregard her just yet. Take her claim seriously. Maybe she’ll drop it if you guys apologize.”

“I don’t like to indulge that kind of behavior.”

“But do you really want to go through the hassle of a lawsuit? One that would likely end in a huge settlement and a mark on your company’s reputation?”

“No.”

“And, honey, the way you fired her wasn’t very nice.”