Seeing my expression, Malcolm laughed and said, “If you need me to tell you what anything is, just ask. Oh, and don’t fill up too much on these, we still have a main course with salad and dessert coming up.”
“I think you’re my new favorite person.”
“Glad to know there’s an easy way to bribe you.” He winked. “If only food would work just as well on your father.”
“Could you try having dinner with him? Maybe then he would see a better side of you?”
Malcolm shook his head. “No matter how much I would love that, Samuel would never agree to meet me, especially not for dinner. Your father has survived and succeeded for so long in the business because he always expects the worst.”
“That must be exhausting. No wonder he’s always tired.”
“A life of crime is a hard one to lead,” Malcolm agreed. “You never really know who to trust, and so you have to constantly watch your back. It’s a miracle your father was able to keep you out of things for so long.”
“I guess so.” Even though I still couldn’t understand why my father was doing what he did, or forgive him for keeping such a large secret from me for so long, I was grateful that he at least made sure I wasn’t involved.
Though there had been that one time….
I wondered if the memories I had of being kidnapped when I was little were related to my dad’s criminal career.
“Do you ever get tired?” I asked.
Malcolm suddenly became very serious. His eyes looked sadder than I had seen them ever before. “More than you know. I’m lucky to have such close friends that have my back. But the things you see, the things you do, they haunt you forever.”
I didn’t know what to say, if there was anything I could say. How I was supposed to respond to that? Sorry that you have personal demons.
“I want to get this figured out,” he finally said, “so that you don’t have things happen to you, so that you don’t have to live with what I’ve lived with. Already more has happened to you than should have, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive myself.”
My leg throbbed, as if reminding me of all the crazy things that had happened over the last few days.
“But you came to my rescue.”
“Yes, and I’m glad I got there before anything bad could happen. But I was also the one who made you feel like you had to run away.”
“I promise I won’t do that again. I’m not going to leave like that.”
He shook his head, the light seeming to leave his eyes right before me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
* * *
I had to leave partway through the main course to use the restroom.
Unsurprisingly, it was styled like an old-fashioned powder room, and it was probably the fanciest bathroom I had ever used.
I didn’t go back to Malcolm right after I finished washing up though.
I was honestly feeling a little anxious, and for good reason.
One, we seemed to have reached a dead end as far as solutions or ideas went. Nothing we came up with would work, and we were all out of plans.
Two, as the night went on, things had started to feel more and more like a date.
I knew that I had been with Malcolm before and that I was attracted to him, but this was a whole different level.
Things were more… romantic. The conversation was about us in a way that it had never been before, and things didn’t feel innately sexual. It felt like Malcolm wanted to know more about me, and he was such a good listener.
But I didn’t know if I could afford to fall for him.
“Snap out of it Aurora,” I said to myself, looking in the mirror. “This isn’t right, and you know it. It’ll only end in disaster.”
I couldn’t see any other way for it to end. My father would never approve, and Malcolm led a dangerous life that I still didn’t fully understand. We came from completely different worlds, too.
And despite everything that Kylie had said about me being special, I couldn’t help but think about how he left me so suddenly every time we had sex. At this point, it felt more like he was toying with me than anything.
“You have to stay strong, even if he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” I was discovering tonight that we shared many things in common. We liked a lot of the same books and pastimes, and he shared just as much of a passion for animals as I did. My mind had wandered to the idea of getting a pet with him. After all, it would be much easier to attend to the needs of a dog when there were two of us around.
I shook my head. I couldn’t think like this, not now. I had to remember what kind of person he was, and the fact that there was a real possibility he wasn’t serious at all, or that he would leave me regardless of his feelings.
I couldn’t help it though. I was falling for him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Malcolm
I was beginning to worry about Aurora when she reemerged from her trip to the powder room. There was a timid half-smile on her face that hadn’t been there before, and she looked nervous as she sat down.
“Is everything alright?” I asked, feeling genuinely concerned.
“It’s fine,” she replied, but she was clearly lying.
“If you say so.”
Just then, our waitress returned to take away the dishes from our main course and bring us a dessert sampler, as well as two little cappuccinos.
“I thought you might like some coffee,” I said by way of explanation as the waitress set a cup in front of Aurora. She stared down at it, completely mesmerized.
I had them make the coffee with edible gold glitter upon my request. Really I just wanted to impress her, and if the food was the way to her heart, then maybe a glittery drink to match her dress would get me even further.
“It’s beautiful,” she finally said, her voice soft with awe. “Can I drink it?”
I laughed. “What kind of question is that? Of course you can drink it.”
She looked up and shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know. There’s always the possibility that it would turn me into a tree, or something like that.”
“What use would you be to me as a tree?”
“I’d probably provide some lovely shade.”
“Hmmm, that is true. If you were a tree… I’d definitely plant you in my garden and read under your branches every chance I got. You’d probably be a cherry tree, so I’d watch you bloom in the spring. And, maybe if I was lucky, you’d emerge as a lovely dryad.”
She giggled. “Is that so? Do you fantisize about dryads, Malcolm Astor?”
“Only if they’re you.” I winked, then scooped up a small bit of rich chocolate cake drizzled fresh raspberry syrup on my fork. “You have to try this, it’s delicious.”
I extended the fork, and she leaned forward, taking a hesitant bite. Immediately, her face turned into one of pleasure, and she moaned with delight.
“How have I never had this before?” she asked. “It’s absolutely divine.”
“Would you like another bite?” I picked up some more with my fork.
“Absolutely.”
I fed her again, watching as her plump lips closed around my extended fork and wiped off the rich fudge cake.
I then took a bite myself, holding eye contact with her as I used the same fork.
She giggled a bit to herself, taking up her own fork and scooping up a bite of the mini apple pie.
“You should try this next,” she said, her awkwardness gone. Now her voice was all silky seduction, and her body language said fuck me already.
I hummed. “So you’re feeding me now?”
“Of course I am! If you get to do it, then I certainly do.”
I took her offered bite, savoring the taste of sweet spiced apples and buttery crust in my mouth.
We continued to eat our dessert in this fashion, and I found with each bite it was more and more difficult to keep my hands off her. She just looked so divine in that dress, and her laugh rang like a
bell through the restaurant.
I swore that I could taste her in each bite of, and it only made me want to taste her again even more.
“You’re so fucking tempting, did you know that?” I growled.
She shivered with pleasure, a seductive grin spreading across her face. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely. You’re lucky there isn’t anyone else right now, because I’m about to take you, right here and now.” I could already feel my erection straining the crotch of my dress pants, and I knew the only way to get rid of it would be to let her work her magic.
I just wanted to kiss that beautiful mouth, to weave my hands through her hair, to grip her perfect little butt and pull her against me.
“Really? Then I dare you,” she said, surprising me. She had such a look of mischief on her face. Fuck, I couldn’t control myself when I was around her. Everything she did was just so fucking hot.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” I stood, then yanked her up and out of her chair, pulling her against me to kiss her.
I could taste the sugar on her lips, the chocolate on her tongue. Everything about her just made me want to devour her, I couldn’t help it.
“I thought this might happen,” I said, pulling away for a moment. “So I had the back lounge prepared.”
“More like you planned for this to happen,” she teased.
I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style against my chest.
“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t want this to happen either. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me these past few times.”
“Just, promise me one thing,” she said, her voice suddenly serious.
I paused, looked down at her, worried that something had come up. “What? What is it, baby?”
“Just, promise you won’t leave this time.”
“I promise.” I kissed her on the forehead. “I don’t plan on going anywhere. I don’t know if I could if I tried, not with how you look, not with how you make me feel.”
“Good.”
“I’m going to make you feel so amazing, baby.”
Her hands clutched at the fabric of my shirt as I resumed carrying her towards the back lounge. I wouldn’t mind taking her right then and there, on the floor of the restaurant, but I wanted to make things as wonderful and comfortable as possible.
Once in the back lounge, I set her down on a plush loveseat, surveying her with a hungry expression.
“I can’t wait to take you,” I said. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Are you?” she asked. “Maybe I will make you mine first.”
She stood, brushing her hair away from her shoulders and reaching behind her to grab the zipper to her dress.
I watched, holding my breath, as she slid out of it.
She looked absolutely divine beneath, in a matching lace and velvet underwear set. When I saw the design, I had some idea of how they would look on her, but my imagination paled in comparison to how brightly she shone.
I groaned. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Each and every time you manage to outdo yourself.”
She gave me a crooked little grin, her head tilted in a way that I knew meant trouble.
“Good, because I still have more for you.”
She got down on her knees in front of me, reaching up to grasp the buckle to my belt, then looking up at me with wide eyes as if asking for permission.
“Is this okay?”
Fuck. I didn’t know what I was going to do with her. She was everything I had ever wanted, and more.
“Yes, it’s more than okay.”
I watched as she unbuckled my belt, then slid it out of my belt loops, still on her knees. She set it gently to the side, then unbuttoned my pants. She slid them down my legs, her soft hands whispering over my skin, and I stepped out of them.
My erection bulged against the cotton fabric of my briefs, and she looked positively delighted at the sight of it.
“You’re so big,” she said in awe, fondling me through the fabric.
“You think you can take me?” I teased.
I certainly hoped she could. It had been a while since I’d had a good blow job, and if Aurora knew what she was doing down there, then she would be checking all of my boxes.
“I think I can,” she said, fingers tracing along the edge of my briefs. When they hooked underneath the waistband, I wanted to tell her just go get it over with already.
The way she was drawing things out made every moment agonizing and full of anticipation.
“Just do it,” I growled, finally tired of her games.
She squeaked, but I knew she wasn’t really scared. This was all part of it for her, as it was for me.
Quickly, she yanked my briefs off, and I kicked them to the side. Then I stripped myself of my jacket and tossed aside my shirt so I was standing above her in all my glory.
I knew what she was seeing. The smooth skin, the defined muscles, the air of control and dominance. She squirmed as if trying to find relief for herself.
Carefully, she reached up, tracing a finger along the tip of my cock. I groaned at the slight contact, secreting a bit of white precum.
She scooped it up with her finger and licked it off as it was frosting, looking up at me as she licked her lips.
Fucking hell, she was gorgeous.
“You gonna suck me off, baby?”
“Yes, Malcolm.”
“Are you going to make me cum like a good little girl, on your knees?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I watched as she took my length in one hand, and then closed her lips around the tip. Slowly she worked up and down the shaft, tightening her lips around me in a way that felt so fucking good.
The whole time she was looking up at me with an innocent expression, as is she was checking to make sure that she was doing well.
I wanted to tell her yes, that she was doing extraordinary, that the way her tongue was flicking and the way her mouth was closing around me felt better than anything I had ever felt before.
My hands gripped her hair as I threw my head back, losing myself to the pleasure as she continued to work.
She had impeccable skills. She didn’t even need my help to get my whole cock in her mouth and down her throat.
She was a master at this, an artist in her own right, working me up into a fever with the way that she was touching me.
Using my grip on her hair, I urged her to go faster, thrusting into her mouth at the same time.
For a moment she gagged but then adjusted easily.
I could feel the cum building up, waiting to burst. I knew that this release would be better than anything else, that it would be a high I might spend the rest of my life searching for. The combination of the place, the timing, and the person who was so lovingly sucking me off all made for an incredible sensation.
“I’m gonna cum baby, are you ready for me?”
Her eyes twinkled, and that was all the confirmation that I needed.
I let myself go, her throat bobbing as she swallowed what I was releasing into her. It felt so good to finish with my hands tangled in her hair with her on her knees before me. It gave me that sense of power that I needed, that I craved.
Once I had finished, I released her, stepping back. She was still on her knees, looking up at me. A bit of my cum was dribbling down her chin, but she licked it up.
“You taste so good,” she said. “Like nothing else.”
“I’m glad you think so because if you keep up that performance, you’ll be tasting a lot more of me,” I said with a wink.
“Did I do good?”
“Oh baby, you did better than good. That was amazing.” I extended a hand, pulling her to her feet and into my chest. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Good,” she said, a smile on her face. “I was hoping that you might like it.”
“Of course, I’m always down for that kind of thing with you. You don’t even know the thi
ngs you do to me. Sometimes I just want to fuck you all day and all night, forever and ever into the infiniteness of time.”
“Then why don’t you?” She traced her hand over my chest, the tips of her fingers sending shivers down my spine. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Because, unfortunately, I have other duties to attend to. But for tonight, you’re my only priority.”
* * *
I took her back home, but not to her room. I wanted to keep my promise, and not leave her for the night. So I took her to my room.
It wasn’t something I had ever done with a woman before. To let another person sleep in my bed, it was a great form of intimacy.
But I wanted to prove to her just how much I cared about, and I wanted her to feel safe as she fell asleep. So I stayed with her until morning, her body close to mine, her breathing matching the tempo of my thoughts until I was asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Aurora
When I woke up, Malcolm was gone. But this time it wasn’t a problem.
He hadn’t left suddenly, or without a word. He had fallen asleep next to me and kissed me goodbye when he had to leave.
I was still half-asleep, but I remembered, and it made my insides feel warm.
I had never felt safer in someone else’s bed, in someone else’s arms, than I did with Malcolm. I was becoming used to his presence, his idiosyncrasies, to the way he made me feel. It didn’t scare me as much, though there was still a sense that things weren’t exactly right.
But I also knew that no matter how much I might wish it, we would never meet under different circumstances, and he could never give up his past. If I wanted to be with him, I had to stop wishing for things to be different and start accepting them as they were. We could work through things, I was sure of it now. Last night had made me sure of it.
I figured once Malcolm came back I would ask him if I could call my dad again, but this time to video chat. If he saw my face, if he saw how much I meant what I was saying, and how sincere Malcolm was, then things might still work out.
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