Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) (30 page)

He stops in mid-bite and tilts his head.
“Garrin? Garrin Leone?” I nod, “Hmm. I would never have guessed that one, but he is an attractive guy, I suppose.”

He appears to be mulling
over this little morsel, “You know, now that you mention it, Garrin may return her interest. He keeps asking me if Albert is really the man for the job and has offered several times to go back to watching over you two ladies. He said that if I wanted to put him back there at the house, he wouldn’t mind. I bet he is just trying to return to Simone! Well. the little devil!”

I laugh
, “Yeah, I could feel their attraction to one another so thick, I could cut it with a knife. I almost felt as if I was intruding. Which since I am crashing at her place, I suppose that I really am intruding.”

“Well
, I would rather have Albert watching over you than Garrin. It’s not really his training, and  his education is in International Business. He has just slipped into the role of my right hand man in Montreal. Here, he ends up doing a little of everything, but back home he is in charge of our International Distribution. I know this back and forth thing is starting to wear on him. That, and whatever it is that Marion has over him has the poor man up at night. Philippe has told me so.”

I start feeling a pit in my stomach with the direction our conversation has rapidly taken.
Harrison must have sensed that because he takes the conversation on another course.

He is sitting with his elbow on the table
, resting his chin in his hand. His finger is resting on his lip. This is one of his habits that drives me wild. It seems to call my attention to the suppleness of his lips. I realize that I am staring at his lips, as I practically lick out the container of the pots de crème.

While studying me, he looks immensely amused.
The way I’ve inhaled my dessert seems to have entertained him. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” He smirks as he says this.

“Wow, that is certainly a dramatic change of conversation!
What I want?” I am completely taken aback.

“I just want get it all out on the table
, no better time than the present. We have all night to talk and do other things. The night is young.  We have another bottle of bubbly, and I happen to know there is more lurking about, just in case.” I notice that his eyes are positively twinkling in this lighting. He is truly a sight to behold.

I look him square in the eye and
search past the distraction of the twinkling. I can see that something is stirring behind those baby blues, but I cannot put my finger on just what that is. It’s like he knows something, but he isn’t saying it. Oh hell, who am I kidding? This man is riddled with the untold and under divulged. He is certainly the type to give out information only on a need-to-know basis. Most of the time, he seems to figure that I don’t need to know.

“Just what do you want to know?
What are you probing for here?” I ask.

“It’s simple, what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?
Do you plan to have kids someday? Is marriage something you would consider again? Would you rather settle down in Portland, or are you up for an adventure in life?”

Ok, now I feel like I have been hit by a ton of bricks.
There is a whole lot to answer there. Plus, what is with the barrage of questions?

“For starters, Oregon is my home
, but I would love an adventure. At the end of the day though, this is where I want my roots.”

I take the last sip of my bubbly
, as he appears to be thinking about that.

“As for getting married
,” I hesitate. Well, I am certainly open to it again. I want to spend the rest of my life with the right person. I don’t want to miss out on all that there is to experience in life because I am with the wrong person. That would be just tragic,” I continue. “When I look back on it, I am relieved that I divorced Bradley. Something in him has snapped, and he is no longer the man that I thought that he was. He has turned dark in a way that I can’t put my finger on.  He seems to have made a deal with the devil, or however the saying goes.”

“Obviously
, I can’t be objective about him because I don’t know Bradley personally, but I don’t like him one bit. He clearly has some moral issues he needs to straighten out. Not to mention, he does not impress me as someone who is happy. Ultimately, you have to be around someone who is fundamentally happy with themselves. Only then, can that person have the ability to make you happy.” He takes my hand in his and rubs the top with his thumb. He looks deep into my eyes. “You make me happy.”

Gulp.
That makes my heart sing.

“You make me happy too.”
I smile shyly.

“Okay, so marriage is a possibility someday and Portland is your home.
What else?”

He refills both of our glasses.

“Hmm, kids,” I tap my finger on the table. “I have not actually thought much about having kids especially not in recent years.  I do want kids, just not for a long while. I still have a lot on my list to do before I take on that kind of responsibility. It
is
something I look forward to, but not something I fixate on, like a lot of other women. My biological clock is nowhere near going off.” I take another bite of my radish tartine. “What about you?”

He shrugs
, “What about me?”

“Are we being coy
, Mr. Towers? How about kids and marriage? Where are you on the subject?” I try not to make eye contact with him. I don’t know if I want to know his answer. Well, maybe I do.

He gives me a knowing look
, “I do believe that I am ready to be a father. I adore kids, I was one myself.” He laughs. I laugh too, he is actually funny when he is not wearing his mogul hat. 

“
In fact, kids were one thing that Adelaide and I were both passionate about. She was deeply committed to teaching children to read. I still believe in what she was trying to accomplish, which is why I continue to support the foundation that I created in her honor. I am completely sold on the notion that you can change the world by teaching a child to read. I have the utmost respect for teachers and what they give to their students each and every day, especially with a limited amount of resources. To this day, the foundation has raised over two-million and in the upcoming year we hope to double that.”

My heart is overflowing with admiration for this man
.  As I choke on my bubbly, “Wow, that is quite an ambitious leap. Do you think you can accomplish that, especially considering the current economic climate?!”

“I am pulling in significant favors.  To be blunt, I’m
putting my weight on a few corporations, in particular that benefit significantly from their business with Towers Holdings. I have made it clear to them that I expect them to reach deep into their pockets. It seems only fair, considering the amount of money that I have placed in their pockets and practically funded their Ferraris.” He smirks.

“How does that work
, exactly? I mean are you ultimately the one who procures the donations, or are you simply lending your big name and notoriety to get things moving?”

“I guess it is a combination of both.
At any rate, I will get what I want.”

I laugh, “I have no doubt about that.”
I think for a minute, and then feel my face blushing for the question I am about to ask. “Since we are having the ‘get to know one another’ talk, what is your favorite color?”

He studies
me for a moment, and then with a very straight face, “My favorite color used to be light blue. However, I think my new favorite color is anything you are wearing, Danielle.”

Yep, there goes the heat rising to my face and
radiating to my over-eager and ever-ready loins.

He must know what he does to me.
He simply must. It’s not as if I am fresh off the farm. I have been married, I am educated, and I have even owned my home. Not to mention I have my own business. But, for some reason, whenever I am around this man, I feel as if I am experiencing everything for the first time. With that, I feel like an innocent fawn who is just learning how to stand. To say that it is disconcerting would be a gross understatement. He furrows his eyebrows at me.

“Danielle? Hello, did you check out?”
He chuckles.

“No, I am just absorbing everything… I really like that.  I think my new favorite color is anything you are wearing!”

He laughs, but then a dark, sultry look travels  across his face.

“Now, I’ll ask you again
Danielle, what-do-you-want?” He says this very slowly, with his piercing gaze into my soul pushing me to the edge of oblivion. What does he want me to say?

I clear my throat
, buying myself a few more seconds.

“I want you.
”

Apparently
, that was all I had to say. In one swift movement, Harrison has the remains of our feast swept to floor. He lifts me out of my chair and onto the just-cleared table. “I want you too!” He rasps between clenched teeth. “Dammit, Danielle, I want you too!”

Harrison throws my hands over my head
, as he pins me down to the old, hardwood table. Working my neck with his tongue, he begins to ravage me. I try to move, but he has me pinned down with both hands. God, I love this. He reaches down and slides his hands up over my quads, to the inside of my sensitive thighs. Kissing me more violently than ever, he bends one of my legs in, and reaches down to firmly grab my ass.  He continues attacking my lips from every angle. I want his cock. I need his cock, actually, in my mouth. I know he loves to be taken in, inch by inch.

I whisper to him, “I want all of you in my mouth.
Every hard inch of you, Harrison.”

He stops
kissing me, and his breathing increases. He is almost panting. I push him off me, as I sensually arch back up from the table, rising to stand. Wearing nothing but my sexy man’s shirt, I push Harrison back against the dining room table and drop down to my knees. I unbutton his pants. I can feel his erection, ever wanting to be sucked off. I slide off his pants, and release his thick cock. I begin to stroke his shaft. I remember during the gala weekend, when I sucked his cock and finger off. I know the double pleasure drove him insane. I take one hand and twist it up and down the base of his cock, while taking his middle finger into my hand and sensually placing it into my mouth. The combination of the two brings him near combustion every time. I begin to suck harder and faster, twisting his shaft in my hand and sucking his perfect crown. I draw circles around the tip, slow torturous circles that prepare his cock for his grand release. He grabs all of my hair and holds it in a ponytail.  From this position, he can control the rhythm and depth. I release his cock from my mouth.

I
unbutton my shirt, exposing my tender and erect breasts. I sit back in the chair directly in front of him. I start to massage my own breasts with one hand, and my “P” with the other. I am getting wetter and wetter with his gaze locked on me. Harrison takes his cock in his hand and starts to pleasure himself. He watches me play with my tight “P”. He leans back on the table and strokes himself. I know this visual is going to send him straight into orgasm overload. Watching each other get off. This is the most erotic and sensual moment. I have become completely bold in my wants and desires. I never would have been this brazen in my last relationship.  I never wanted to, come to think of it.  I stick two fingers inside myself, deeper, inching inside my wet “P”. I slowly remove those two fingers, placing them in my mouth to suck them clean. The look on Harrison’s face is beyond words. His eyes widen in complete awe. I know that he wants to taste me too. I am driving him insane, and I love every minute of it. He has slowed his pace, to keep himself from coming. I quickly take both fingers and slide them inside of my “P” again. This time, I take them out of the warm, supple juices and stand up. I move close to him so that I can feel his erect length pressed against me.

I take both fingers and place them in his mouth.
His skilled tongue swirls and devours every inch of my fingers. He hums while sucking, showing me how happy he is to taste me. I begin to rub my crotch against the head of his cock.

All the bubbly has gone to my head and my inner sex kitten has relinquished all her control over to my inner Lolita. 
“It’s my turn, Mr. Towers. I want to ride the shit out of your hard cock, and make you cum like never before,” I whisper into his left ear, while gently nibbling on the ear lobe.

He bites his bottom lip.
Shit! I want those lips. I want to bite that lip.

I turn around
, so my back is to him and I slowly lower myself onto his hard length.  I lean back into his chest. There is something so erotic about this position. I start to slide up and down Harrison’s body. If there is one thing I know, it is this man belongs with me. I continue to press my back against his chest, as he runs his hands all over my body. He suddenly grasps both of my breasts in his warm hands squeezing them and cupping their fullness. They are so aroused and responsive. His hands move down my belly to my lower abs.  He starts massaging my tummy, preparing my “P” for his skillful manipulation.  I ride his hardness faster, maneuvering myself to almost a standing position, with my hands on the table in front of me.  I quickly move myself up and down on his shaft.  From behind me I hear a loud, tortuous moan.  His hands are on my hips helping to guide me, as he slams me down in one hard movement.  I feel his seed shoot up into my “P”, while my own contractions of ecstasy come in sharp, fast waves.  He releases me and whirls me around, so I am facing him, straddling his hips.  He seals his lips with mine while his arms encircle me.