Adrianna's Undies
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“Shit!” she snapped when she pulled into her parking spot. Because just like a few days ago, a silver Mercedes Benz sat in one of the visitor spaces. Tristan was here. Again. Apparently, she would have to do war today.
She was positively livid by the time the elevator reached the top floor. As soon as she stepped off, Holly started to speak, but Adrianna cut her off. “I already know he’s here,” she said and then stomped to her office.
But outside, she realized she had to get hold of herself. She had to be in control. Or at least appear that way. So she took a deep, calming breath, stepped inside, then shut the door and walked behind her desk, lowering her purse and briefcase there.
Tristan sat comfortably sprawled in the same chair he’d occupied last week. Unlike the last time she’d seen him, every dark hair was in place, and his suit was as impeccable as she remembered. He was GQ, all the way. Although, unfortunately, she was remembering how hot and rumpled he’d looked in bed too.
She put on her professional face but didn’t resist letting her voice take on a cutting tone. “Here to lower the ax so soon? Surely you’ll at least give me a chance to consult my lawyers.”
He smiled, superior yet also somehow warm. “Adrianna,” he said, “you can relax. I’m not going to take your company.”
For the first time since yesterday morning, Adrianna felt as if she could breathe again. But she tried not to let her relief show—even that now seemed weak to her. So she just looked at him, telling him with her eyes to keep talking.
“I never really intended to take it—even though I could if I wanted to, and it’s a very attractive prospect.”
She just crossed her arms and tilted her head—another silent way of saying, Go on, you arrogant son of a bitch.
“Adri, believe it or not, I respect you too much to take what you’ve worked so hard to build. I came here because I wanted to be with you again. You’re the only woman I’ve never gotten over.”
Okay, now she had to sit down. She couldn’t pretend to be unaffected by that last part. She lowered herself into her chair, feeling lightheaded, and just kept looking at him. Her jaw had dropped, her heart beat too hard, her breath was growing shallow and she had no idea what to say.
“Is there anyone in your life like that?” he asked. “Anyone who…you just keep coming back to over and over, at least in your mind. Anyone you still feel something for no matter how much time passes?”
Be honest. He hadn’t asked that of her just now, but those particular words from their night together came back. For some insane, unfathomable reason, at this moment, she found herself wanting to just be honest with him, wanting to say—screw control—and just be honest.
“I…I didn’t think so,” she admitted. “But…after Saturday night…maybe you.” Hardly eloquent, but it was the best she could do right now.
“I came here, Adrianna, because I’m still in love with you.”
She let out a breath. Whoa. That took things a big step further, and amid the myriad other emotions assaulting her, she couldn’t help feeling angry about all he’d put her through. “Did it ever occur to you to just come to my office and tell me that as opposed to ‘I’m going to take over your company unless you be my sex slave’?”
He didn’t look the least bit regretful. “What would you have done?” he asked instead.
She sighed, indignant, but stayed honest. “I don’t know.”
“I do. You’d have run in the opposite direction.”
Another conceding sigh. “Maybe.”
“I had to show you, Adri, make you see, that giving up control can feel good sometimes, if you let it. I had to see if…if I thought you could make room for me in your life and your bed without trying to run the show all the time.”
Adrianna looked down. Tried to think. Tried to tell him more of the truth. “It…doesn’t come naturally to me, giving up control, Tristan. It’s…it’s the hardest thing in the world for me to do—it’s completely contrary to my nature. But…”
“But?” he prodded.
“But even as difficult and confusing for me as it was giving up control to you the other night, I…think I can—sometimes.”
“I think you can too.”
“I just need to work at it, and I’ll just need you to be patient.”
He nodded.
“And I still might demand that you fuck me on occasion.”
He cast a warm smile as his eyes lit with mischief. “I can live with that. I can even enjoy that.”
“Even when you’re playing the master?”
He shrugged. “We’ll work it out.”
“So what are you saying?” Her heart still beat too fast.
“I want you in my life again, Adrianna. I want to try again. I’ve had a lot of success, in bed and out, but something’s always been missing, and it’s you. I wanted you then and I want you now.”
It was all Adrianna could do not to tremble. She hadn’t said much here—she hadn’t said she loved him back, hadn’t apologized for anything that had happened in the past. But inside, her emotions roiled. Inside, she knew her fears from yesterday were true. She was still in love with the big, power-hungry lug. Who…maybe wasn’t such a lug. Well, sometimes. But he was so good in other ways.
“Although you realize,” she began, “that now, more than ever, I’m not prepared to follow you to L.A.?”
He grinned. “Of course. But maybe I’m prepared to come back to Vegas.”
“How can you do that?”
“I actually work from home a lot anyway. I have a corporate jet at my disposal. And, unlike you, I’m not married to my company—I’m a marketable guy and if I decide life would be easier in Vegas, I’ll get a job in Vegas. It’ll be like the sex, Adri. We’ll work it out.”
Something compelled Adrianna then to get up and walk around the desk to him. By the time she got there, she understood what it was—the urge to kiss him some more.
He must have felt the same urge, since he pushed to his feet and took her in his arms. His kiss rushed through her, as tantalizing and intoxicating as she recalled. “Oh Tristan,” she heard herself say, “it feels so damn good just to kiss you.” Perhaps her first totally voluntary admission—and it seemed like a step in the right direction.
“It feels good to hold you, to touch you, baby,” he rasped near her ear, his hands closing over her ass and beginning to knead.
“You don’t mind…” she heard herself breathe raggedly as he rained kisses across her neck, “what a, um, wild woman I’ve become? I told you, Tris, I’ve had a lot of sex.”
“Mind? Are you serious? I’m as in lust with you as I am in love with you. And I want you, Adri, right here, right now.” He lifted her to the desk, her skirt riding up, and stood between her parted thighs. “And besides,” he added, “I’m willing to bet none of it has ever been quite as good as it is with me.”
That she couldn’t deny—there was something special, magical and overwhelming about having Tristan inside her—but she only smiled and said, “Well, you do have a huge cock.”
Moving in to rub his erection against her crotch through their clothes—mmm, so good—he grinned. “Which you like a lot.”
“Which I love,” she corrected him.
“Like you love me?” he asked.
She lowered her eyes. Be honest. “Yes,” she whispered.
After a few more deep, scintillating kisses, Tristan used his arm to shove a pencil holder and some paperwork out of the way and then leaned her farther back on the desk. Pushing her skirt to her hips, he drew down her panties. “Wearing white lace under that red suit, Adri?” he said, studying the undies. They possessed lace flower inlays and came from her Romance Blooms collection. “You’re just proving my point,” he went on. “Underneath, you’re softer than you like to admit.”
A moment later, he thrust inside her, deep, and they both moaned at the impact and Adrianna didn’t care if anyone outside the door heard them. She’d had sex in her office before. Althou
gh never sex like this. Sex that mattered. Sex that…meant something.
She looked into his eyes as he fucked her and felt it deep, all of it, the emotion and his perfect cock.
She sat up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him as they moved together. She got lost in the fever of it as he yanked open her blouse to massage her breasts through her lacy bra and she rubbed against him, undulating slow and hot, everything inside her moving rapidly toward orgasm—until, oh God, it broke over her hard.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she whispered, stunned by the intensity of it as she clung to Tristan and rode it out, soaking up every ounce of pleasure that vibrated through her.
“So good,” she whispered. “So good.” Better, even, than any time she’d come the other night. Because this time she knew he loved her. And she loved him. And she’d forgotten, after all these years, how that made the best sex even better, the hottest fucking even hotter.
Tristan whispered to her then, laying her back across the desk, reaching down to lower the cups of her bra and caress and tease her nipples. He told her how wet she was, how warm. He told her how incredible her tits were and that he wanted to suck them for hours. He told her fucking her the other night and again now was the best sex he’d had in fifteen years. He pumped hard and deep into her accepting cunt and she met every drive and forgot all about control and focused on nothing but how good it all felt, the freedom, the wildness, the lust…the love.
When he came with a roar, it echoed all through her, and like before, she quit caring about her own pleasure long enough to be glad she’d pleased him too. She wanted to bring him all the pleasure he could handle.
Still bent over her on the desk, still inside her, he nibbled one of the breasts he’d exposed during their fuck, then cast a guilty grin. “Looks like I’m on top again.”
She ran her fingers back through his hair. “Don’t worry—we’re gonna start taking turns. Next time, prepare to meet Mistress Adrianna.”
A low groan left him. “Does she have whips and chains?”
She nodded. “Big scary ones.”
“I can’t wait.”
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