Determined (Determined Trilogy Book 1) (8 page)

“David!” A jolly voice stopped David in his tracks. He pulled me in next to him.

“Robert,” David said politely. “Good to see you. How is Marie?”

Why has he stopped? Who is this Robert? My whole body heaved. I needed a release, and waiting was too much. I took a deep breath.

“Marie is fine. She is in Florida visiting her sister, so I’m here with Will and Katherine tonight.” He gestured toward a crowd of people on the far side of the room. “Listen, I just wanted to thank you for your generous donation.”

Donation? Ah. Of course. Mr. Moneybags was a philanthropist, too. A little ember of pride glowed within me.

“Of course, Robert. You know why UCSF means so much to me. I was just so pleased to be able to support the project.”

Robert beamed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your evening.” He smiled, glancing at me. “I’ll see you at the board meeting in two weeks?”

“Indeed, sir,” David replied, and the two shook hands. He turned back to me. “My apologies, Ms. Sharp.”

“Indeed, Mr. Keith,” I teased back, daring him with my eyes.

We resumed our dash for the car.

~

The ride back to his place was quick. Thank God. We purposely didn’t touch each other, fearing we wouldn’t be able to stop once we started. The wait itself was erotic. Thomas dropped us off at the front of the building, and we flew inside, past the valet, the bellman, and security. We got in the last elevator, and David ran a plastic key card by a black panel and punched the single button marked “P.” He turned around and his eyes, dark with desire, fixed on mine. My knees wobbled, and I leaned back against the elevator wall for support. The elevator ride felt like an eternity. We surveyed each other. David looked so good, dressed to the nines. So neat and elegant. It made me want to mess him up. He looked me over, and I wondered if he could see my heart beating below my swollen breasts. The anticipation was painfully sweet, and we both reveled in it as we rocketed toward the top floor. Finally, a bell rung, and the doors parted into his apartment.

Inside, he pulled me down a hallway toward his bedroom.

“I suppose I should offer you something to drink.”

“I suppose so.”

He stopped and looked back at me. “Do you want something to drink?”

I shook my head gently.

He managed to keep his mouth in a thin line, but I could tell a fire had erupted behind his eyes. We resumed our rush down the hall.

In the bedroom, the lights were dim. He didn’t touch me, and instead I stood by the bed as he took off his tuxedo, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

First came the bow tie. Oh, God, that bow tie. He placed it on the dresser nearby. Then he took off his cufflinks one at a time and added them to the bowtie. The irony was that this suit that looked so good on, took forever to get off. With each button on the shirt I felt myself getting warmer and warmer. By the time he had peeled off the shirt, and exposed his taut torso, I felt like I was going to burst into flames. His countenance was unwavering; his gaze fixed on me. Finally he was naked, save for a pair of black boxer briefs.

“Turn around,” he ordered. I followed his directions and turned around so that he could unzip me. He came up behind me and grasped my hips and started kissing my neck softly. I could feel his length against my ass, and I ground into it a bit, impressed with its strength
.
He pulled down the dress zipper slowly, torturing me. Once it was down, he turned me around to face him again, and with one quick movement, he tugged it off, leaving a pool of sparkles around my ankles.

“Leave the heels on,” he whispered lasciviously in my ear, as he eased me down onto the bed. I complied, silently, moving my mouth to his. He kissed me softly at first and then deeply, owning my mouth.

His hands traced the outline of the delicate bra he had bought for me. I pushed my chest out, and he took the cue, grabbing my breasts with his hands. He rubbed them rhythmically, gently. I pushed his face down into my décolletage, and he murmured approvingly, kissing them softly. Then, he pulled my breasts free of the cups, and teased the nipples with his fingers before gently tugging them with his teeth.

My hips moved up and down, begging for attention. He moved one hand to cradle my head while the other moved to attend to my hips. He took his palm and slowly moved it from the top of my thighs into the space between my legs. He pressed lightly, delicately. I moaned with delight.

More
my body begged.

I pressed myself into him. He moved faster.

Oh God, don’t stop
.

But then he did. He moved his hand deeper, slipping it under my soaking wet lace panties, parting the folds of my flesh.

“Samantha,” he said, “you are so wet.” He was obviously pleased. I couldn’t look at him. “Do I make you wet?”

“Mmmhmm,” was all I could say. I might have been blushing. My secret was that I’d been wet all day for him. Just the thought of him was enough. He slipped one, then two fingers inside me.

“Samantha, I’m going to put myself inside you.”

“Yes, please.” I breathed, my eyes closed shut in a state of frenzied desire. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“But not yet.”

What? No! Why not? I opened my eyes. My head was swimming, lost in a sea of pleasure.

He moved off the bed and pulled me so that my ass was on the edge. Slipping off my panties, he positioned himself in front of me and kissed my thighs.
Uh, oh.
I knew what was coming, and it made me nervous. I hadn’t done
this
before.

His mouth moved slowly but methodically toward my sex. Something began to tremble inside me. He went to work, licking and sucking at my cleft. My back arched, and I pressed back against the sublime pressure, amplifying it. My body was craving it.

He paused for a moment. “You taste so good, Samantha.” I couldn’t even look at him. He went back to work, and I proceeded to lose myself in the sensation. My clit became hot and throbbed with delight. The long, smooth strokes gave way to shorter and faster licks, and I could tell I was about to climax. My thighs tightened, and my stomach clenched. I pulled my shoulders up and looked down at him. I was heavy with longing.
Please don’t stop, not now.

“Keep going,” I pant. My eyes locked on his. It was the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. I was building and climbing up and up, and then all of a sudden my hips jerked and tremors poured out from inside me. I started to tear apart from the inside out.

“Oh,” I groaned softly, falling back into the bed, my body throbbing, thick with pleasure. My head was whirling.

I laid there, panting for a moment, as David climbed up next to me.

“Where’d you learn that,” I gasped, catching my breath.

“You are so beautiful when you come, Samantha,” he responded with a small chuckle, not answering the question. He took my breast in his hand and massaged it as he looked at me. He adjusted himself, moving closer to me, and I felt his length inside his boxers, pushing up against me. I pushed and took them off, letting his manhood spring forth. Damn. It was hot, thick, and throbbing. I pushed my thigh against it. I was ready for more.

“Tsk tsk. Not yet, Samantha.”

I moaned with desire. Why was he making me wait?

He reached down and pushed my legs open and ran his finger along the lips of my bare sex, teasing me as he slid back and forth against the wetness. I tried to angle my hips to get some sweet friction, but he dodged me, skimming me over and over. He circled slowly and dipped his fingers into me, testing my tolerance. I cried out with pleasure.

“God, you are so responsive, Samantha.”

He brought his fingers toward the front of my sex and started to circle leisurely around my clit. He caressed the swollen nub with smooth slow strokes, and I started to quiver with arousal. He circled inward and finally I was set free. Gently and easily, my toes curled against my high heels as his touch sent me into a rolling orgasm.

I laid on the bed as David watched me find my way back down from my climax. I spent a few moments recovering and then turned to him. His manhood was heavy, and I found myself moving toward it, pushing him against me.

David took my cue and pulled himself up over me as I spread my legs. Bracing himself with one powerful arm, he used the other to angle his approach. I felt the head find its way, and he looked down at me, as if to ask permission.

“You are so beautiful, Samantha.”

I reached up to kiss him. I had never wanted something more than I did right now. I needed to feel all of him. I was craving it.

He saved me and slid all the way inside. It felt so good, so full. His size pushed me to my limits, but I loved it. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in further.

“God, you are so tight,” he said, clearly approving as he started moving his hips back and forth. He pulled me with him, and then against him, varying the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, his voice thick with desire. I was lost again, surfing the waves of carnal delight, building and building with each passing moment. I could feel his decadent length growing even larger. It was rubbing something inside of me that made me tingle down through my toes. It filled me past my breaking point.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered, and a moment later my hips twitched to attention and my sex convulsed with pleasure. He was brought him to the brink of orgasm, and I felt hot liquid shoot inside me. We exploded together, our voices crying out, guttural with pleasure. We held in the same position for a moment, quivering in the afterglow, and then collapsed onto the bed together, in each other’s arms.

We laid still for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to be the first to disturb the quiet. Our breathing slowly returned to normal, and eventually I finally decided to break the silence.

“That was really nice,” I said, without looking at him. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked over me, surveying my breasts and navel.

“Indeed,” he agreed quietly.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I tried to say in a dainty, girlish way, but the attempt was thwarted by my husky post-orgasm voice. I slipped off my heels, impressed that they had stayed on this whole time.

“Of course. There is a robe in there, if you would like. Not that I’d prefer you use it,” he quipped, his tone mischievousness.

I flashed him a flirty smile and an eye roll as I snatched my discarded panties from the floor. I closed the bathroom door and walked toward the sink. The cool marble tile felt amazing beneath my feet. I didn’t need to use the bathroom, but I did want to take a few moments to collect myself. I looked in the mirror, and I couldn’t help but break into a smile. Who was this staring back at me? My hair was a mess, the neat bun now hopelessly askew, tendrils falling everywhere. My cheeks had a healthy flush going, but my mascara was smudged, and I smelled like sex. I took the pins out of my bun and let the brunette locks fall down around my shoulders in waves. In lieu of actual clothing, they provided some temporary modesty. I washed my hands but decided against taking a shower. I liked smelling like him. I took a tissue and wet it with the faucet and ran it under my eyes. Better. I glanced around me and spied a closet on the far side of the bathroom. Opening it, I found a set of white terry cloth robes. I took one and shrugged it on, fastening the belt tightly.

When I returned to the bedroom, David was upright in bed, dressed in his own matching white terry cloth robe, checking his phone. He put the phone on the nightstand and turned toward me.

“Is one of your companies in the robe business?” I joked, climbing into the huge bed.

“My companies? You’ve been doing your homework, Ms. Sharp.”

“Just a little internet research”

“I see.” Was he egging me on?

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t a psychopath,” I explained, sweetly.

“And what else did you find out, Ms. Sharp?” he looked at me with lightness in his eyes. I think he was amused.

“Just that you run a very successful venture capital company, and that you have a reputation as quite the ladies’ man ...” I trailed off, indicating that perhaps he could address the rumors. He looked at me hard, flirting with his eyes.

“Well, I do in fact
own
a very successful venture capital company. And as far as the women, I enjoy them, present company especially.”

“Hmmmmm,” I replied slowly, furrowing my brow. I tried to stare him down. “Are you always this slick?”

“Slick?”

He looked hurt. Or was he mocking me? I couldn’t tell. Did I offend him? I clarified.

“With all the ladies you bring back here. You somehow knew that my dress was going to end up on the floor of your bedroom tonight, and look,” I gestured to the pool of sequins, “there it is. You clearly have your routine down, not that I’m complaining ...” I trailed off.

His eyes darkened, and his smile faded into a thin line. Crap, was that too far? I didn’t mean to insult him.

He looked away and took a deep breath.

Shit, he’s mad. I fucked this up.
Way to go, Sharp.
You just had the best fucking sex of your life with a hot man-god, and now you’ve blown it.
A pit opened in my stomach. I took a deep breath and braced myself.

He turned back to me.

“You seem to have me all figured out, don’t you Ms. Sharp?” His tone was cool and neutral. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Don’t I?” I tried to project confidence, but I was trembling inside. I needed to know. Even if it confirmed what I’d been trying to ignore. If I was going out, I was going out guns blazing.

“Well, no, Ms. Sharp.” He stood up and slipped on his boxers. “Do I go on dates with a lot of women? Yes. In my line of work, I have a variety of social engagements that I must attend as part of my job, and a date is often foisted upon me. Being single and straight in this city also means I am often at the receiving end of every mother and grandmother with a single daughter. Samantha, I am a polite man, and unattached, so I have very few good reasons to refuse a date. So, yes, I do go on a lot of dates. But those dates are different than what is going on here. This,” he gestured to the space between us, “in case you haven’t noticed, Samantha, is electric.”