She met him in the entryway as he was shuffling in through the front door carrying department store shopping bags. He looked disheveled, but incredibly sexy.
“I’m glad you’re home!” Eleni said as she darted forward and hugged Julian. He returned her embrace, crinkling shopping bags. Laughter rumbled in his chest.
“Is it safe to believe you missed me?” His eyes gleamed with happiness as he eyed her wet hair and kissed her on the tip of the nose. “This one is for you,” he told her, and handed her a striped shopping bag, which was fairly heavy. He also had a bag for Claudette and Gisele.
“So, what’s this?” Eleni asked and started to poke through the bag, but Julian stilled her with an amused chuckle.
“You might want to save that until we go to my office.”
She blinked at him. “Oh?”
“You should trust me on this.”
Her brows lifted at the wicked smile on his face. Now she was more curious than ever, but before she could ask what he’d been up to, Henri entered the house behind him, looking withered and exhausted. “I’ll be happy to sleep in my own bed again,” he grumbled, and an amused look crossed Julian’s face.
Claudette peeked out of the kitchen. “Ah, so there you are. It was a good trip?”
“We made it out alive,” Henri said tiredly on his way across the foyer to her. “You have coffee made, no? Help an old man, will you, Claudie?”
Her mouth drew into a perfect moue. “I suppose I could do that.”
Claudette turned to go back into the kitchen with Henri, but Julian caught the housekeeper before she could slip away and gave her a small gift bag. The woman’s face lit up as she peeked into the bag, rustling the tissue. “My favorite chocolate,” she said with hearty appreciation. She came over and gave Julian a hearty kiss on both cheeks.
There was no sign of Gisele. Julian said nothing about her absence, merely guided Eleni back to his office. While he stripped off his wrist watch and cuff links and tossed them onto his desk, Eleni told him about the vampire that had come by the house.
“What was his name?” Julian flipped through the contract she’d left on his desk while she struggled to remember.
“He left a card. It’s there on your desk,” she told him. “The name was something…Sidorov. A fairly common name, I think. I had a ballet teacher with the same surname once. She had no relationship to any vampires, of course, but’s how I remember it. Anyway, I’d recognize him if I saw him again.”
“You’re sure of that?”
“Quite sure.” She nodded, then described the vampire in detail. What she didn’t tell Julian was that the man had looked a lot like her ex-Biter. She didn’t want him to jump to any conclusions about why she’d found a strange vampire so memorable.
“I will contact the council about it and find out what’s going on. I’ve heard of them sending people out to conduct similar duties—that’s not so uncommon, but usually there is at least some notice, even if only a day in advance.” He flopped down in his office chair and sighed. “But never mind all that, I want you to open your gift.”
“Well, I know it’s not a puppy,” she teased.
Julian pulled her into his lap, kissed her shoulder, toyed with her long hair while she fished through the bag, rattling the tissue paper. She stopped when she reached his gift—or rather, gifts. “Well... Interesting.”
He leaned his head back and watched her surprised reaction through hooded eyes. “Is that a declaration of approval?”
Eleni leaned over and gave him a kiss, which he greeted with opened-mouthed lust. He caught her chin with his fingers, urged her to kiss him more thoroughly, intimately. Her tongue slid against his, while his hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, then to her thigh and squeezed.
She raked her teeth over her lower lip, felt the start of an impressive bulge in the front of his pants. With her hand, she reached out idly and caressed it, kneaded through the fabric of his trousers.
“Mm,” she murmured huskily. “I hope you didn’t get Gisele the same gift.”
“No worries about that,” he said, and brushed her hair back from her shoulder. Then he fascinated himself with the buttons of her blouse, before parting the fabric and settling his interest on the mounds of her bare breasts.
Julian kissed her temple, his fingers pinching and tweaking her sensitive nipples into hard nubs. “Which color do you want in your pussy first? The green one? Blue?”
It was a tough call. Instead of trying to decide by sight, she rooted in the bag and chose at random, selecting by touch. From the bag, she withdrew a pale purple vibrator. Silver glitter sparkled in the silicone. Judging by the look in Julian’s eyes, he approved.
She leaned back against him, allowing him access to the button and zipper of her jeans. Julian worked the fastenings, and stroked the crotch of her jeans before sliding her hand down the front of her jeans, past the thin barrier of her panties.
He teased her clit until she squirmed on his lap.
“It feels good?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Eleni nodded, “Very.”
Julian kissed her again, working his fingers in a slow, sensual exploration of her silky pussy lips and tight, hot hole. His fingers rubbed her swollen clitoris, flicking and teasing. Eleni’s pussy throbbed with need and her inner thighs were slicked with wetness.
Once he had her wet enough, Julian urged her off of his lap. He leaned forward to help her out of her shirt, jeans and panties, then reached for the gift bag and extracted a bottle of vanilla-scented oil.
He massaged oil along her slit, slid a finger deep inside her then slowly added another. Julian’s cock was fully erect, jutting against the fabric of his black trousers. Eleni reached down and freed his belt buckle, button, and zipper, allowing his hard, hot flesh to spill forward. He kicked off his shoes under the desk, lifted his hips, and eased out of his pants. Taking the bottle of oil, he stood up, picked up Eleni’s hand, and pooled the fragrant oil in her palm.
“Stroke me.”
Eleni did as he bid her. She wrapped her hands around his cock and massaged the oil into the velvet skin. Her hands make slick noises over his flesh. Julian sighed with pleasure. His gray eyes had grown hazy with lust. She cupped his balls, gently slicked his sac with her thumbs until it puckered tight and glistened.
Eyes hungry with lust, he urged her to sit on the edge of the desk, and splayed her thighs with a touch of his hand. Cool air touched her pussy and made her shiver, her nipples puckering in response.
Julian stroked his hands over the insides of her thighs, slid her legs apart and rubbed her clit with his fingers, moistening her pussy with the scented lubricant. He then picked up the vibrator she’d chosen and twisted the black base until the toy hummed.
The buzzing hum seemed to vibrate right to the core of her, to her bones. He slid it through her wet folds in slow torment, then massaged her tender clitoris before tracing her folds again and delving deep. Eleni moaned and arched her back, welcoming the penetration. She tilted her hips to put pressure against the curved head of the toy and rolled her body, savoring the sweet sensations that curled through her.
“Like that, do you?” Julian murmured, his eyes blazing with sensual heat. He slid the vibrator in and out, fucking her with it until finally, he buried it deep enough that the silicon bud along the side of the toy rested against her swollen clitoris. The vibrator buzzed inside her, the swirling head of the clitoral stimulant made her breathing shallow.
“Oh God,” Eleni groaned, her eyelids slipping to half-mast. “I’m… Oh, Julian, it feels so good…”
Julian tugged her forward so her legs hung off the desk. Guiding her with his hands, he turned her around, urged her hand between her legs to hold the toy in place. While he moved in behind her with the oil, he told her she made a gorgeous sight, fucking herself with the vibrator he’d bought for her.
Swirling sweet sensation hit her in all the right places. Eleni was thoroughly turned on, ready to take Julian’s cock in her ass when he added more lubrication to her sensitive rosette. With the toy buried deep inside her pussy, he levered his cock against her asshole and pressed slowly forward, sinking into her depths with a guttural moan.
Eleni flinched only a moment as the head of his cock penetrated, nudging deep. She cried out softly as her stomach muscles clenched, which made her muscles squeeze him tight. But with the steady stimulation of the vibrator buzzing her tender clitoris, she soon found herself melting around the thickness of his hard cock. Her whole body was pulsing with desire, with the need to come.
Gasping with every stroke of his cock, she lowered her head, fingers clenching the vibrator with one hand, the desk blotter with the other. Lost in ecstasy, her eyes slipped shut and she panted. She felt so full, so completely filled by his cock and the vibrator. He rocked inside her, gasped loudly as he pumped his cock in and out. She knew he felt the vibration of the toy through her walls, even while buried deep in her ass. She saw his face reflected in the silver ball paperweight on his desk. Despite the distorted image, his eyes were hot with pleasure.
“Ah yes, ah…Eleni…you’re so tight I can hardly bear it.” His husky confession shot excitement through her. He varied his speed while he fucked her, slow for a while, then fast, but every stroke penetrated her deliberately and deep.
A fine sheen of sweat broke over her body as chills spread across her skin. His fingers toyed with her breasts, tweaked and tortured her erect nipples. The plucking motions made her inner walls contract so that she squeezed both him and the toy.
It was sensory overload—one moment too little, the next too much. Rippling pleasure started deep in some secret core of her. She felt it rolling forward, pushing its way up through her body, shivering along nerve endings until it erupted in overwhelming pleasure that tore an ecstatic breath from her lips.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as the tide of erotic sensation crashed over her, shook her down into pool of melted pleasure. Leaning over her, he scraped his fangs against her shoulder blade and murmured softly to her. He told her how beautiful she was, how perfect her breasts felt in his hands, how the smooth glide of her asshole teased him when she flexed her inner walls so that they gripped his cock.
Sparks shot through her, high and sweet, nearly overwhelming. A sharp cry escaped her lips as inescapable pleasure wracked her body in delicious waves.
“Ah, yes,” he ground out, his voice ragged. The walls of her pussy fluttered around him, and he laid his head back, closing his eyes, focusing on the sensation. On the brink, he began to groan. Sweating, breathing hard, he gripped her hips, fucked her in hard, furious strokes that made her body lunge with the every forceful thrust of his cock. “My sweet angel…such a good fuck.”
His words drifted away into a string of nonsense muttered through a tide of lust until finally his body quickened, his thrusts became jerky, irregular. He erupted with a guttural moan, his come filling her in hot spurts as bliss wracked his body.
He held himself inside her until he’d spent his last, then withdrew. Eleni pulled the toy away, and weak with satisfaction, turned it off. Julian reached for her, and pulled her down onto his lap as he eased back into the desk chair. For a long time they sat there, holding one another, caressing each other absently until their breathing returned to normal.
After several minutes, Eleni smiled up at him in hazy satisfaction. “So I take it you missed me while you were away?”
He kissed her shoulder. “More than anything.”
* * * * *
Toward dawn, Eleni pulled on her jeans and rumpled shirt while Julian straightened his office. He stood at the wet bar and washed and dried Eleni’s new toys and put them back into the gift bag so they could be carried upstairs discreetly.
They were just about to go upstairs together when Julian’s desk phone rang. Cursing under his breath, he hesitated at the gate of the elevator. It rang again and he let out a resigned sigh. “I better answer it.”
Eleni sighed softly, waiting near gate, hoping the call wouldn’t take long
Julian reached the desk in two strides, and halted with his hand on the phone. He had noticed the gift bag still on the edge of his desk and gestured to it as he lifted the phone from the cradle. “Eleni, could you take this to Gisele’s room, please? Leave it on her bed?” He tucked the phone to his ear, “Hello?” Then, covering the mouthpiece with the heel of his hand, he spoke quietly to her. “I will meet you upstairs.”
Contempt flared up in her, but she bit it down, held it back. Regardless of how she felt about Gisele, it was hardly an unreasonable request.
Eleni knew where Gisele’s room was, although she had never gone that far down the eastern corridor before. There had never been any reason to seek her out until now, and since that night she found the woman trying on her clothes, she had made it a point to avoid her as much as possible.
With Julian already on the phone, she took the gift and left the office, closing the door behind her. She paused outside the door and peeked into the bag, curious, because the gift was slightly heavy. Poking through the tissue paper, she saw it was a figurine of a black poodle with green gem eyes, something you’d give to a sister, or maybe a child.
Eleni puzzled over that until she reached the end of the hall, and cut across the marble foyer, which felt cold as ice on her bare feet. Claudette had already dimmed the lights, and the house seemed filled with shadows and a cryptic silence.
On her way past the small parlor, she glanced left into the room where Zander’s representative had threatened her. A tremor of unease skittered through her. The gas fireplace was now a dark cavern at the far end of the room, blocked off by a gold, fan-shaped screen that glinted in the shadows.
By now, Claudette had gone to bed, and Henri had likely returned to his
gîte
. Alone in this part of the house felt strange and uncomfortable, as if it were a separate entity from the rest of the house and she didn’t belong here. Walking down the carpeted corridor, she glanced at the paintings lining the walls, dozens of them, some of them quite old.